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Heart-To-Heart (What Heart?)

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It's said you can feel your soulmate's heartbeat. In the quietest of moments, when you're completely alone, during your darkest times.

Char A wants to believe there's someone out there for them. That there is a light at the very end of the tunnel.

If there isn't...then what really is the point?

Tommy's not that butt-hurt he doesn't have a soulmate. After all, who needs the comforting knowledge that there's someone out there meant for him? That someone will always wish that he survives the next encounter with the Syndicate?

Pfft, big men don’t, that's for sure.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Violence. Near-death experiences.

Word Count: 5704

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"What does it mean to have a soulmate?"

It was a question that'd always been flung around the city of Manberg, closely followed by entourages of cameras and influencers subjecting the public to their latest attempts at becoming famous.

"Work" - April 14th, 5056

"It's coming home after a long day of work," one person had grinned, a fond expression on their face. "And being able to tell the moment your soulmate knows you're home, their heartbeat getting faster and faster until you open the door to their smiling face."

"Cute Comparisons" - April 9th, 2057

"To be an animal who's too young to see anything," another confessed, abashed they'd yet to meet their soulmate. "You can't see them, but the drum of their heartbeat is enough to know they're still there, just waiting for the moment you can finally open your eyes."

But to Tommy? To Tommy, it was all bullshit.

Even still he's shocked how much the public swoons over each response, eager to judge whether someone's response was too dull or far too poetic to be original. He'd lost faith in humanity the moment he noticed the uptick in influencers bothering the elderly, hopeful for a story about a soulmate they'd outlived.

Sorrowful speeches paid the bills- the sheer amount of views proved that -even at the expense of morality.

The only interaction that seemed to perform better than tearful grandmas were the "Bitter Ones": people who were heartbroken, pissed, and milked endlessly by the media for clickbait titles.

"Influencer Assaulted by a Bitter One!" - June 17th, 2058

The video opened on a two-minute chase sequence between some prick of an interviewer and a well-dressed man. Even the editor's choice to blur the man's face didn't stop the sheer amount of hatred radiating off the man's expression, waving the young girl off in spite of her never-ending, "Sir! Excuse me, sir!"

It was almost disappointing when the interviewer got what she wanted, the man whipping around to furiously shout at her.

"Could you fucking stop? Some people don't want to talk about how, 'Oh, my soulmate? Mine was a piece of shit that cheated on me with my own best friend-'!"

What wasn't disappointing was the girl being shoved aside as the cameras faded to black.

It'd been a well-deserved response if Tommy had anything to say about it.

Just about anyone would grow pissed over being harassed, let alone being demanded to broadcast their pitiful story to the world. The icing on the cake, however, was the implication that the poor bloke could still hear the heartbeat of his cheating soulmate.

Shit like that was just another reason as to why everyone had grown to favor platonic soulmates in place of romantic ones. It was easier to venture through life's bipolar mess with a best mate versus a partner you felt obligated to marry.

At least, that'd been the opinion of one of Dream's shitty magazines.

"Prime's Attempts at Arranging Marriages is Soooooo Last Decade..."

Tommy had just barely poked his head into his mentor's office when he noticed the headline, eyes wide as he found Dream at his desk and engrossed by an article some poor writer had probably killed to get a spot on the front page.

The scene was more interesting than awkward, especially considering Dream's original hesitance over divulging in anything soulmate-related. Tommy had practically had to strangle the name "George" from Dream's throat when he'd first started his apprenticeship at the Tower.

Shame Dream's attempts at secrecy failed the moment Tommy knew their Number-One-Hero's guilty pleasure was cheesy gossip meant for preteens.

"Trouble in paradise?"

The room had burst into chaos, Dream flinging the magazine into an adjacent wall as mindless paperwork made its home back in the man's hands. If the magazine hadn't practically framed itself on the wall, Tommy would've assumed he imagined the whole ordeal.

"Y'know, usually we get offices only for shit like paperwork."

It'd been hilarious to watch Manberg's Number-One-Hero burrow his face into his desk with a muffled plea of, "Don't tell Schlatt."

It wasn't like Dream would get fired over a little bit of soulmate talk, but the fear was well-deserved considering the Tower's manager would never let Dream live it down.

"I dunno, Big D. He'd give me an office for finding out about this one."

Dream's head lifted, faux hurt in his expression. "Tommy, c'mon-"

"An office, Big-Man."

Dream's eyebrows pinched.

"I can't fucking believe this- done."

Tommy grinned.

"Aaaaand an invite to you and Gogy's wedding?"

"We're not having a- y'know what. Fine. But this-"

The magazine flopped uselessly to the ground.

"-this never happened."

"I don't even know what you're talking about," he agreed with ease.

Life wasn't quite the same following the "Magazine Incident Circa 2060". Yeah, life would never be the same after getting his own office, but something changed in the way Dream progressed their trust in one another, training sessions interrupted by Tommy's curiosity over George and Dream's sudden willingness to let details about his soulmate slip.

Trust had already become mandatory when Tommy first became Dream's apprentice- it demanded they their life in one another's hands amidst combat for fucks sake- but this crawled beneath the surface of contractual agreements.

Dream had once coined it as "friendship", a thought which instantly earned the hero teasing remarks over how George would be jealous.

There'd only been a handful of times Dream had tried to dip into the subject of Tommy's own soulmate, attempts that'd been dismissed with a shrug of "I haven't met 'em yet."

Not everyone was lucky enough to meet their soulmate in second grade, Dream.

It wasn't long before even other heroes amidst the Towers warmed up to the idea of discussing their soulmates. Even in spite of Schlatt's decade-long policy prohibiting it, it seemed the strict dickhead grew to agree that passing comments and stories were more beneficial in trust-building amidst coworkers.

"Long as media shit-heads don't find out, it's fine."

It was an easy catch.

Not so easy for Fundy, apparently.

The hero had barely been around for a couple months before he took his first interview, selecting TMZ of all fucking media outlets. Sure, the network did well to spark publicity for new heroes, but if Tommy noticed anything about the redhead amidst their first battles with one another, it's that the man can't see a trap to save his life.

"Soulmates in the Tower?" - August 8th, 2060

"Well," the interviewer had begun, quick to soothe her previous bout of laughter. "I'm sure you've heard the trends going about in regards to soulmates."

To give credit where it was due, Fundy did hesitate before shaking his head. "Ah, no. Soulmate business has never been a strong suit."

The woman's smile twisted into that of a shark's as she leaned forward. "You must have at least some input when it comes to the big question on the streets. 'What does it mean to have a soulmate'?"

There'd been a beat of silence, one that'd originally elicited hope that Fundy hadn't fucked up and instead cut the interview there and then.

But there's a reason the holler of reporters had changed from, "Hey, Karma! Karma! How'd you manage to evade the Angel of Death?" to irritating parrots of "-soulmate? How do you feel about them? Surely the Big-Man himself wants to speak about his soulmate-"

"To finally feel complete," Fundy replied lamely. "To rush into battle with your heart racing, and feeling the pound of theirs following."

Tommy's phone slipped back into his pocket.

(It didn't matter how much his mind screamed to correct such a careless response. To mutter, you feel cared for, dickhead. You know that every time you put yourself in danger, you know damn-well your soulmate's praying for your safe return.)

Prime knows how the fuck Fundy only received a slap on the wrist for his stunt. Schlatt's screams following the interview still haunt his nightmares, with words over how Fundy barely managed to follow the bare minimum of his contract.

Apparently, the policy was meant to stop identifiable details from coming into light, and considering Fundy's lame-ass response had been, well, lame, the hero kept his job after acknowledging the severity of the situation.

Even the careless mention of blonde hair could've put citizens matching the vague description under the surveillance of villains. Killing a hero's soulmate was a one-way ticket to solving a life-long rivalry, a chance that as Tommy mulled over it, explained Dream's original concern for discussing George.

There isn't room for trusting the wrong person when a single soulmate is all someone gets, especially when said someone has an iconic rivalry with the Blade himself.

He definitely didn't preen after putting together that thought, every mindless reciting of George's antics now found to be another support beam added to their undefeated bridge of trust. The bridge's completion arrived only six months following Fundy's fuck-up, when Dream hesitantly invited Tommy out to dinner with him and George.

"Gogy finally get tired of hearing all about me? Don't worry, king; I'll even get my suit dry-cleaned."

First impressions considered: George was an odd fellow. Short, blunt, and- in spite of the very nice restaurant Dream had selected -dressed in pajamas. Tommy can still recall the moment he noticed Dream's limo pull up, the hero stepping out in a suit and dark green tie whilst George stumbled about in a grey t-shirt and plaid-blue sweatpants.

With the apologetic expression on Dream's face, Tommy could imagine this was less of a prank and more-so a typical outing for the duo.

It'd been admittedly odd to be seated in front of Manberg's Number-One-Hero and his soulmate. He tried not to compare himself to nosy influencers the whole night, even in spite of how the answer to the media's, "What does it mean to have a soulmate?" sat mere feet away, etched into reality.

It was written in the way they offered fleeting glances toward one another amidst conversation. How they sat there, endeared by one another's attire as they dined beneath diamond chandeliers. How they laughed and snorted at jokes undeserving of being found humorous, amused only because the other had uttered it.

When the night eventually came to an end, Tommy found himself trapped with an odd pit in his stomach that definitely wasn't jealousy.

If it was jealousy, then why would Tommy go the lengths to torture himself and ask for more stories about George's antics? Why would Dream then fall into a habit of talking about his soulmate unprompted whenever patrol nights got a touch too quiet.

"It's funny," Dream had commented one night, kind enough not to mention the way Tommy's eyes lit up. "How good his poker-face is. His heartbeat will grow erratic, even though his expression never betrays anything-"

Still, Tommy elbowed the hero aside with a groan. "I don't want to hear about your make-out sessions, prick."

"You know it's not like that," Dream laughed. "Besides, you'll have to put up with it 'til you get the balls to talk about yours."

Damn, a rare L for Big D.

Tommy scrambled to dismiss the sudden tension. It was all in vein, attempts vanishing the moment Dream noticed it.

"You don't have to," he back-peddled, almost frantically. "This was never an info-for-info arrangement, I'm more than happy to just talk about George-"

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered the offer.

Dream had opened a door that night, one demanding payment of complete vulnerability should Tommy walk through it. He'd have to share the only thing the blonde could truly claim as his secret to own- something that Dream had been openly sharing for over a year at the time.

It was...enticing.

Tommy's mother tongue might be that of a sailor, but there'd always existed an undesirable itch to spout metaphors like Dream did about George. He is, in spite of Dream's shock, a poet at heart. It was his pride that prohibited the publishing of his thoughts.

Well, his pride and the fact he was nothing if not the spitting image of stubbornness. The moment he'd soul his soul on a lie was the moment he refused to depart from it.

"Fuckin' rude," he huffed. "Maybe Schlatt should hear of that magazine incident-"

The topic was dropped in favor of teasing laughter, and Dream never learned that Tommy had spent the following morning pacing his apartment with a question in mind.

What does it mean to have a soulmate?

To influencers, it was to milk them for all their worth, to regard them as winning lottery tickets and divulge in profit.

To Fundy, it was to matter, to seek comfort and validation in his life meaning something in the eyes of another.

To Dream, it was to hold them in the space between his heart and lungs, to immortalize them in the minds of others through childish stories.

And to Tommy-

To Tommy it wasn't just bullshit.

It was to sit on his shitty excuse for a couch, to strangle a notebook and pencil within his hand.

(To etch amidst blurring blue lines:

It is to ask a mentor about theirs,

And for a moment, pretend you have the same.)

It'd been easy to smother the notebook beneath shopping lists and nervous chants of "Just kidding, just kidding-" as though it were someone else he were attempting to convince instead of the lonesome thud of his own heartbeat.

It never mattered how how many times the mantra filled Tommy's empty apartment. He'd always been destined to retire beneath the covers of his bed, an old pair of white headphones glued to his ears as though they could heal the song of mourning that'd torn his heart to shreds.

And they could, ever-so-eager to echo the soft, rhythmic thump of a looped heartbeat not meant for him to listen to.

A part of him hopes the original owner of the audio has long been put to rest, unable to handle the guilt that he'd intruded on two soulmate's heartbeats for the sake of curing his loneliness.

It's pathetic.

But being pathetic wasn't as lame considering how much easier the routine made going about his day without a second heartbeat to contrast with his own.

It was a tiny secret he'd kept hidden beneath the covers of his bed, harmless and easy enough to contain within the walls of the apartment.

But of course, Prime loved fuck-all if not ruining a good system.

Hero work had always been dangerous- hell, he had his own set of previously broken bones to prove it.

Having a brush with Death was bound to happen sooner or later.

Dream and him had been roaming about when a report came in, spouting of how two members of the Syndicate- Manberg's most effective group of organized villainy -were stalking the streets. It hadn't raised too many red flags; with so many members amidst the Syndicate's ranks, hearing only two of them running errands wasn't unheard of.

Especially when the two were Phantom and Blade, names that'd proven they could defend themselves quite well.

It was dumb-luck alone Tommy eventually managed to successfully pin Phantom in place whilst Dream was distracting Blade, his arm pressed against the villain's throat as he attempted to wrestle Phantom's freezing cold hands into a pair of power dampeners.

He'd nearly jolted over the sudden realization he couldn't feel a pulse against his arm, Phantom still very much alive and struggling in spite of the revelation.

"No heartbeat? That's creepy as fuck," Tommy muttered, as though he wasn't panicking feeling Phantom's hands warm in his grasp. He really didn't need the villain dematerializing right as he was this close to success.

"Don't tell me you heroes hold grudges against dead people," Phantom grinned. As if he wasn't about to be sent to Pandora's vault for a CVS receipt of crimes.

"Prime do I have bad news for you, king-"

There'd been the soft sound of scrapping metal before he found himself stumbling onto concrete, Phantom long forgotten as his fingers instinctively grasped the metal feather that'd embedded itself in his chest.

Somewhere to his left Phantom scrambled upright.

Even nowadays he can't grasp together a cohesive description of the events that followed, only recalling how quiet the atmosphere had grown. Phantom and the Angel of Death had to of been talking, right? Shouting if what little of what Tommy could see explained.

But there'd only been the deafening crash of silence, interrupted only by the head-ache inducing pound of his heart.

Suddenly, Fundy's fondness over the racing of his soulmate's heartbeat made sense. Dying alone was terrifying.

He learned two things that day:

The Angel was not a force to fuck with, and maybe therapy was a good thing to invest in.

Tommy would've been back on the battlefield the moment the hospital discharged him if it wasn't for Dream. The man had been relentless, convincing Schlatt to force Tommy on two weeks of paid leave.

Day 18 of being out of commission and Tommy found himself walking through the Tower's lobby, white headphones secured to his ears.

Only Dream questioned it, convinced it was a joke.

"You're not actually taking them into the field, are you?" the man had asked, frowning over Tommy's shockingly serious expression. "Tommy, you just got back from dying. You seriously expect me to let you go out there with these things?"

"Mhm."

A sigh.

"Can you at least let Sam downsize them-?"

"Nope."

Tommy loved nothing if not giving Dream a heart-attack.

"How the hell are you going to hear our call-outs then?"

He shrugged. "I will."

And Tommy had done well with that promise.

Unlike Dream's suspicion that he was blasting music amidst life-threatening confrontations, the soft echo of a heartbeat never did much to phase out barked commands and shouts for backup.

"Tommy- for fuck's sake!"

Said hero can't help but wince as Dream suddenly flies down the street, the man just barely catching himself before his face can greet pavement.

Tommy jerks back, confusion echoing within his brain when a fist doesn't appear to knock him back a few feet as well. Blade and Dream's rivalry might be iconic, but Tommy would be an idiot if he wasn't at least slightly aware how quickly he could become Blade's newest target.

He's only a little wounded that Blade pays him no mind, the villain following Dream's footsteps to land unwavering blow after blow. Tommy's shoulders sag with relief, a grin on his face even as he watches Dream's desperate attempts to avoid getting knocked out.

There'll be a riot if they're both not awarded raises following this shit-show. He'd like to see Schlatt try and fight the Syndicate himself.

"What was that? Sorry, can't hear you over my headphones!"

Despite his words, Tommy finds himself naturally falling into a defensive stance, a knife primed in his hand as he tracks Blade's movements with caution. It's almost comical how much he feels like a dog, prepared to lung into action the moment Dream deems it necessary.

What's even funnier is the fact that this has to be the eighth time they've doomed 180th Street to Syndicate shenanigans.

"Well, isn't that a pity?"

His knife slices through the air at an instant, eyes searching valiantly for the source of the new voice.

The tone hit all the wrong notes- playful, yet screaming of imminent danger.

He'll die before he lets Phantom of all people get an easy hit.

As much as he wants to call the ghost a massive bitch for hiding in plain sight, his mouth feels like cotton, mind far too focused on the steady rise of his heartbeat.

Thump-thump-thump-thumpthump-

A scoff erupts by his ear once more.

Tommy nearly shouts at the asshole who'd managed to sneak up on him again, forcing down the terror that'd begun to creep into his veins.

Panic was never a good mix when trying to locate an essential ghost.

Fuck Prime for giving a villain such an overpowered ability. "Recall" might not be among the worst powers to have, but even Dream's manipulation over gravity is nothing in comparison to walking through fucking walls.

"I thought you would've loved to hear Dream nearly get a face-full of pavement."

Well now that you mention it-

Tommy's joints lock as the distinct of metal on metal returns, a sound that'd only just begun to disappear from his nightmares.

Phantom's sudden lack of continuous banter only confirms his suspicions that this isn't just a typical Blade and Phantom scenario.

The teenager ducks just in time for a handful of metal feathers to imbed themselves into the alleyway wall instead of his back, breath hitching at the sight of the Angel of Death staring down at him in amusement.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump-

"Th-That's hardly fair, you fuckin' prick!"

He feels drunk on the adrenaline rush that flows through him, his knife thrown toward the son of a bitch with practiced ease.

There's disappointment in the way his weapon never finds a home, effortlessly batted away and making a near-perfect arch back into Tommy's hand as his power wills it to return.

It's fantastic that he has his weapon back.

Terrible that it'd came whizzing toward his heart point-first.

Shadows loom as Angel's metal wings extend, creating a barricade between them and Dream's ongoing struggle.

Ha, as if two dangerously sharp wings are going to stop him.

"'Fair' isn't exactly in my vocabulary, mate."

"Almost forgot," Tommy grunts. "Blade's the dictionary fuck."

There's a flash of light before Tommy dives forward, metal clashing as his knife meets Angel's wrist-guard.

Satisfaction bleeds into the villain's cruel smile.

It almost makes him miss Phantom. At least with him Tommy isn't forced to look too hard at the bastard's ugly face.

Tommy wrestles the yelp from his throat as Angel's wings fling forward, boots digging into the ground to counteract the sudden powerful gust of wind.

An uproar of debris greets his attempts to stand firm against the violent force, triumph igniting as Tommy stands his ground.

Apparently, his success is a crime straight out of Phantom's book.

The dust barely settled when the heel of the ghost's boot meets his chest, lungs squeezing as he's sent flying onto the pavement of Ox Avenue.

He's unable to swallow back a totally-manly noise of pain- head pounding as the world roars back to life.

It's far too loud, overwhelming at this point.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.

He can faintly hear Dream's distinct grunts from the street over.

Fuck, that means-

Tommy's eyes widen as he locks onto his headphones a few feet away, split damn-near perfectly down the middle.

"What a shame, folks," Phantom's voice sings, the villain in all his vintage-glory appearing not far from Tommy.

If he wasn't so pissed, he would've asked whose dead grandpa Phantom stole the trench coat from.

"Looks like Karma's headphones are officially down for the count!"

Live now. Mourn later.

Sweat drips down his forehead as Tommy lurches backward, Phantom's fists connecting with the pavement Tommy had laid upon only a second before.

"Oo, but Karma makes a shocking return!" Phantom cheers. His form flickers once before it returns full-force, much less passive than the ghost's usually fighting stance.

Tommy's teeth grit.

The saying isn't "Karma's a bitch" for nothing.

"You're gonna regret that, fucker."

Phantom flickers back into existence, and Tommy takes kindly to the way their fight falls into hand-to-hand combat.

It's a dance he'd practiced for years, the consistent art of feigning left and dodging right.

The meticulous thoughts firing every time Phantom leans a little too much on his left-side.

Tommy's leg sweeps beneath the villain, fury forever caught in Phantom's eyes as the villain stumbles to the ground.

His power surges as he calls upon his knife, hand reaching out to snag the handle as per usual.

Tommy's grin drops the moment his hands grab something, something that ignites the nerves in his hand aflame.

That...that is not his knife.

He groans as the metal feather rips itself from his grasp, snapping back into position on Angel's wings.

"You mother-"

The world turns.

Tommy flails as his feet leave the ground, eyes widening amidst his attempts to twist mid-air. A quick glance proves that Phantom and Angel have joined his non-consensual ascent to the sky- a very black sky that totally isn't scary as fuck in the middle of the day.

Blinding white strips creep along the avenue's road like veins, the sidewalk now a pale shade of black.

Well, that's never happened before.

Tommy's heart stalls as gravity takes reign once more, the world flashing back to normal in time for the trio to crash onto pavement.

True to his luck, he doesn't land on his feet like Dream always does.

Instead he's left in a tangle of limbs, and silence that definitely should not be there.

"What the fuck-"

Tommy forces himself to his feet as his gaze fires on instinct.

White concrete.

Black roads.

Kicked dust settling.

Still Angel of Death-

Woah, woah, slow that down a bit.

Tommy's brows furrow.

Dust should not be settling whilst two supervillains stand tall.

Oh, and the Angel of Death probably shouldn't be standing in place either.

Tommy almost wilts beneath the odd storm crashing in Angel's eyes as the villain gazes toward 180th Street. If he didn't know any better he would've deemed it an odd mix between panic and possessiveness.

It can't be panic over Dream's abilities, Tommy had spent way too much time combing through his mentor's files to of missed such a crucial detail in the man's powers.

The Angel takes a step back, pupils blown wide.

Oh.

This isn't a Dream problem.

This is a Blade problem.

For once, it seems their Number-One-Hero might just have the upper hand.

How the turn-tables.

Tommy's powers howl as he throws his knife, pride unaffected as the Angel's wings once-more deflect the blade without so much of a glance.

The air freezes as the villain slowly turns his head toward Tommy, leveling the hero with a death-glare.

If this wasn't a such an opportunity, he would've fled the scene in an instant.

But Dream needs time, and Prime will Tommy buy him some.

"Oi, dick'ead! I wasn't finished with you."

Gone are the grins, the playful woes of battle.

This is personal.

"Phantom."

A hand appears to his left and Tommy's lunges.

He barely makes contact with Angel's left wing before Angel staggers back, landing a solid punch against Tommy's cheek in the hopes it'd dismantle him.

Like hell he's giving up this easily.

"Reca-!"

His power dims as a hand clamps around his mouth, the eye-watering scent of gunpowder flooding his senses.

"Oh no you fucking don't gremlin," Phantom grunts, voice heavy with the sheer amount of effort it takes to wrangle Tommy against his chest.

Good, nothing should come easy to that prick.

He definitely doesn't flinch as the wing in his hand dissembles, the feathers following in Angel's hurried footsteps as the villain takes off toward 180th.

Fuck.

Dream better hope Angel and Blade just have an extremely beneficial partnership and aren't two extremely dangerous soulmates.

Tommy's teeth sink into Phantom's hand.

Y'know, for being a classified ghost, Phantom's hand tastes grossly similar to normal flesh.

And like a human, the ghost's hand snaps away at an instant.

Tommy doesn't give Phantom the time to register his fuck-up, the metal feather he'd managed to snag oddly light as he digs it straight into the villain's thigh.

There's a hiss before Phantom disappears, the bloodied feather falling to the ground.

His chest erupts with triumph.

"Haha, bitch! How does it feel to get stabbed-?"

A fist connects with his face.

He's just barely able make out the familiar blur Vintage Road's boutiques as he's sent flying, his hands providing a sufficient block in time for Phantom's next incoming hit.

It's evident that they're moving farther from Dream, Tommy forced backward with every punch Phantom lands.

The ghost really shouldn't be holding this well after being stabbed.

Tommy yanks on his powers, desperation lining his features as he prays for his knife's arrival.

It never comes.

Fuck- this is the last time he tries to recall something on impulse.

He won't even get another chance to recall anything if Phantom's brutality says anything.

A hand grabs his shirt and yanks, pulling the duo onto the unforgiving ground.

Phantom's hands find a home at his neck, squeezing in spite of Tommy's flailing limbs.

"Just stop- struggling!"

You're trying to fucking kill me!

Tommy's breath comes out in wheezes, eyes wide as his mind struggles for some plan.

Phantom isn't supposed to be a lethal threat and the tension lining the ghost's stance proves it. There's an ongoing battle told in the way Phantom's eyebrows furrow with discontent.

His foot kicks out, choking as his feeble attempt only gives Phantom an excuse to add pressure to his throat.

His vision tunnels.

Damn, what a shitty way to go.

"Fuck!"

Instinctively he cringes away from Phantom's hiss, flinching as he expects his small struggle to be reprimanded.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump-

The hands on his neck disappear, replaced by the violent mantra of, "Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-"

Tommy gasps, rolling onto his side as he forces air into his lungs.

Boots and nervous laughter echo as Phantom circles him. The villain's mouth moves, Tommy straining to comprehend the words.

"Of all people," Phantom was muttering. "Of all people, it's the biggest fucking pain in my ass."

His throat aches at the thought of speaking, and he can't tell if it's from being choked out or being completely helpless should Phantom decide to do something.

Tommy whines as fists tighten at his uniform, briefly registering the fact that they're moving. If the two building rising into his vision say anything, his deathbed is going to be in some dingy-ass alleyway.

It'll be poetic, if he thinks hard about it. Phantom finishing what the Angel of Death couldn't.

Dream isn't around to save him, nor is there a secondary heartbeat to care.

A hand knocks at his skull.

"-hello? Anyone home?"

Tommy forces himself back into reality, petrified as he meets Phantom's irritated expression and neon green eyes so inhuman that his mind prays they're only contacts.

"Welcome back to the land of the living."

Ironic coming from a ghost.

Damn, what a shame he can't deliver that zinger.

"Stop zoning out," Phantom huffs, kneeling at Tommy's side.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump-

Tommy isn't sure how long they stand there for, his heart slowly beginning to calm in spit of the clear danger still in front of him.

Phantom's mouth is still moving- the villain ever liked shutting up anyway.

"Thump-thump-thump...thump-thump...thump- there you go...just calm down."

Tommy bolts upright, eyes wide as his hand rubs at his throat. Phantom's hand isn't there to stop him.

"Thump-thump-thump-thump."

Phantom's hand isn't there.

"Oh fuck," he grunts, eyes wide as he scrambles away from the villain. "You're my-"

"Took you long enough. Thanks for stabbing me, by the way."

Tommy's jaw twists open to retort, the soft crinkling of paper interrupting him as cold hands land in Tommy's own. A quick glance finds a poorly written note in his grasp.

"Niki's Bakery, 120th King's Rd. 5:55PM, don't be late."

His expression morphs into that of confusion.

Kinda odd to have that on hand.

"I- uh, had a suspicion after y'know..."

I almost died?

At least his soulmate has comprehension skills.

"Karma!"

Both of them flinch at Dream's voice, eyes wide as they scramble away from one another.

This- this would look extremely bad.

There's a soft crackle of static from Phantom's trench coat.

"Phantom?"

"All good on my end," the villain mutters into the speaker. "We may have a Code Blue on our hands, though."

"What?"

Blade.

"Mate, you better have an explanation."

Angel.

"Yeah, yeah," Phantom huffs.

Tommy winces as the villain rises, an odd grin on the ghost's face.

"Guess I'll be seeing you soon, hm Karma?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Karma!"

With a salute, Phantom's figure fades just in time for Dream to come skittering around the corner.

Tommy finds his fingers shoving the note into his pocket.

This was...big.

An opportunity to report Phantom's civilian identity. To finally land the villain a ticket to Pandora's vault.

But this meant Tommy wasn't alone anymore, that he did have a soulmate, even if he couldn't feel the secondary drum of another.

He can be selfish just this once, can't he?

"I'm fine," Tommy grunts before Dream can say anything.

"You look like you just got hit by a bus."

The teenager grins, "What if I did?"

Dreams eyebrows pinch. "Don't make me think about that- lets just...lets get you patched up and home."

"You read my mind, king."

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Out of all the ways he'd unwilling dreamed of meeting his soulmate, standing idly in front of a café was not one of them.

It felt like the beginning of some cheesy rom-com, especially with the giant ass scarf he'd forced on himself to cover Phantom's handprints. The last thing he needed was his soulmate feeling guilty over it.

Actually, maybe that would be some decent blackmail.

Tommy forces himself to breathe as he pushes the cafe's doors open, dismissive of the anxiety stirring within his chest.

The cafe's tall-ass cashier instantly turns to the door, dark brown eyes following Tommy's approach to the counter.

It's unmistakably Phantom, with dark eyebags and a stylish mess of brown hair. A part of him sighs in relief that the ghost's green eyes had just been contacts.

Oh Prime, unless these were the contacts-

"Hey."

Not the best start to formally meeting his soulmate.

"Hey."

It's awkward, half because the cafe's dead quiet, and half because it's weird as fuck to stand in front of one of Manberg's most-wanted criminals, unmasked.

Gone is Phantom's famous black eye-mask and trench coat, exchanged for a cozy brown sweater and green apron with a weird ass nametag.

This isn't Phantom. This is-

"Wilbur, huh? You don't suppose there's still time to change that-"

"Don't push it, gremlin."

#dream smp #mcyt #fanfic #hero au #platonic soulmates #tommy innit #dream mcyt #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #dark sbi #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #violence cw #ao3 fic #ao3 tags #bingo #Damn this took WAYYYY too long to put out there

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felidaefatigue · 1 year

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so me n my partner spend a lot of our couch time watching stupid youtube things right. and i have a fuckin rant abt something we watched.

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And he is a lot more... willing to humor white male shit essentially right. cause hes a white boy. and hes like, pretty leftish mostly, enjoys talking politics and philosophy, is very social, very community oriented. But also is like, rural alberta farm boy and also very openly has some views that are like. "counter" mainstream leftist talking points; which honestly i rarely have problems with and usually agree with the nuances of or at least see where they come from; and im talking like. naunces of gun control and him leaning more anarchist and having issue with some of canadas un issue points- which i generally dont disagree with. like hunters wanting access to rifles that can have more than one shot so they can humanely kill aninals they might not have got a clean shot on. like i can fuck with that logic. Not like. white suprem shit or anything.

ANYWAY. back to the youtube point. so we also both like to watch thing that lean right just to like. keep informed stay out of the trap of insular bubble sometimes. and were watching this one guy who like. honestly generally pretty politically unoffensive, more just vulgar and absurdism. but he did a video about (mainly) women posting videos from the gym painting men in a predatory light, with a lot of emphasis on how illogical and unfair the women are, how the men are "just doing normal if not polite things".

and i have a lot of beef with it. like im genuinely quite angry and started seeing if i could feasibly contact this man to have a more nuanced discussion. which im pretty sure no cause hes p popular and im sure the video is at least to some degree clickbait.

but this idea really gets me. because its one of the misogynist talking points my partner is more vulnerable to as well. like the.. frustration white men feel often of being ostracised, demonised, pushed aside for the sake of other demographics nowadays. and i dont want to sound like i think that is a more important talking point, but its where he often sticks right. like why do they get priority type vibes. But this whole video is predicated on the fact that "oh men cant exist in public without being villainized on the internet" bUT LIKE. THE WOMEN ARE JUST SCARED.

like a lot of the women wERE saying and doing dumb shit. sure. but what men cANT GET THROUGH THEIR FUCKING HEADS. is WOMEN. FEAR. YOU. not YOU. or what your doing, just MEN. ENTIRELY. yea these dudes WERE doing things that may have been completely nuetral. glancing towards movement, asking about equipment, etc. nothing they did was outright predatory. but MEN as a concept are predatory. as many women die every year as some entire war death counts. largely at tge hands of men. men are literally the biggest risk to their lives. you dont HAVE to be doing anything wrong. your physical proximity is a RISK. that nuetral glance could be one from someone taking stock of if you are a potential victim. women dONT KNOW you are safe. they have NO REASON to assume as such.

like i agree a lot of the videos are unnecessary and probably only are posted for content and rage farming and would be better not existing. but like. god men need to check their egos and their hurt. like white women tears are one thing but white mens tears are MMM. Somethin else. youre mad cause a woman assessed your nuetral actions as a threat. but why does she have to do that. why do we see eye contact for a millisecond as a potential threat. why are you a threat. even when your not. bECAUSE MEN HURT WOMEN. ALL THE FUCKING TIME. its FEAR. not logic. get over your fuckin butthurt if your not an abuser gREAT DONT WORRY ABOUT IT. god damn.

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luvdsc · 4 years

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doing the bf tag with my bf.

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 4,691 words warnings :: none playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) ⋆ always, i’ll care (jeremy zucker) ⋆ fearless (taylor swift) ⋆ fingers crossed (coin) ⋆ cardiac arrest (bad suns) author’s note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought you’d ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.

Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friend’s. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).

After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?

It’s also no secret that yours and Jaemin’s subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush you’ve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, that’s basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.

It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.

When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. It’s not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and you’re slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.

“Yeah, let's do this.”

How did we meet?

“Oh, this is an easy question,” Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. “It was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didn’t notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.”

The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.

“Yeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,” you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.

Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. “And he said, ‘Looks like you just fell for me.’ And then he insisted that we get lunch together.”

“And the rest is history!” he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.

Where was our first date?

“The dining hall immediately after you ran into me.”

“That wasn’t a date,” you interject. “We can skip this question since we aren’t dating.”

Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, “It was supposed to be one.”

We’re going out to eat, where are we going?

Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. “The little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.”

“We always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.” You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. “They have corn and potato pizza that day!”

You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. “To my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.”

What food do I dislike?

“... Corn and potato pizza,” he says reluctantly with a pout. “And kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.”

You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. “And this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And he’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.”

“I love cheese, but cheese hates me,” he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phone’s screen aloud.

Who is my best friend?

“Me!” Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you can’t help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.

“You.”

Am I a morning person or a night person?

“We’re both night people,” you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. “You won’t catch either of us waking up before noon if we can’t help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.”

“It works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,” he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. “And I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.”

Do we have a song? What is it?

“Jeremy Zucker’s Always, I’ll Care.”

“That’s our song?” You’re surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.

“It’s the song that reminds me of you,” he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Anyway, what’s the next question?”

What’s my nickname?

“Nana!” You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“I call you ‘angel’ sometimes. It’s why your channel is called peachyangel.”

What's my weirdest habit?

“Jaemin eats way too much cilantro,” you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.

“I do not!” he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.

“Okay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!”

“That’s not a weird habit!” You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you would’ve known this in the past, maybe you wouldn’t be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.

“Yes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!”

“Only idiots pour their milk first!”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Are you calling me an idiot?!”

“... So moving onto the next question—”

What do you think I’m talented at?

“Making people fall in love with you,” Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.

“I—I mean, you’re just so approachable, and you’re kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you just— I don’t know, you make people feel loved,” he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.

Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.

You wonder if he knows you’re in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.

When was the first time you said “I love you” to me?

“Uh, we can skip this one, too,” you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. “Nope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!”

He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. “I said ‘I love you’ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. That’s when I knew you were a keeper.”

“I did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,” you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friend’s drunken confession a few years back. “Besides, you were drunk. It doesn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.” He says, spinning in his chair.

“I can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. “You love food, not me.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. “I love you.”

You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. “See? I love you!”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. “You love me.”

What is your favorite thing about me?

“Your laugh,” Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. “Hyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.”

You know that you’re stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you don’t care. You even almost forget about the camera.

“Your smile,” you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. “You have the prettiest smile, and I’m grateful that I’m able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.”

What film always makes me cry?

“Oh, The Lion King.” Jaemin responds automatically. “We both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.”

“When we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.”

What drink do I always order?

“Jaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,” you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. “It’s seriously bad for your health.”

His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, “You wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!”

“It was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!” You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.

“I drink it less now and with only two and half shots.”

If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?

“Chocolate,” you blurt out immediately. “Jaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But he’ll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when he’s bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.”

“It’s as sweet as you.” Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.

“Y/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.” He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. “If any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.”

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?

“Here,” Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, “You’d want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.” He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. “Right?”

Who are you to say no to that?

You smile at him. “Right.”

What am I deathly afraid of?

“You’re afraid of spiders,” he announces, “You make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.”

“Yeah, it’s the only reason I keep you around,” you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. “I’m just kidding.”

He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. “You better be.”

What is the first thing that I do in the morning?

“Jaemin is never awake before I am,” you inform the camera, crossing your legs. “I have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure I’m awake, so I won’t be late. So that’s what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.” Jaemin nudges your leg. “You always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.”

“That’s because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you aren’t late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,” you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Cuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,” Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Really? Do studies show that it’s beneficial to cuddle in the morning?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. “But it makes me happy every morning, so I’d say that’s enough proof.”

Who usually wins our arguments?

“Y/N does,” Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. “You always win.”

“It’s true.” You nod, patting Jaemin’s arm consolingly. “It’s tough always being right, but someone has to do it.”

“You always pout, too, and I just give in because you’re too cute,” he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that he’s implying you’re wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.

Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but let’s not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you can’t do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.

What do we usually argue about?

“Adopting,” Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. “Nana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!”

Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, “He’s talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.”

“She said we could only get one dog and the snake.” Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. “I can’t believe she isn’t letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisung’s equally.”

What’s my favorite clothing item?

“It’s not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I haven’t been able to wear it for the past month,” Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.

You play with the strings of said hoodie that’s currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. “Your clothes smell nice.”

“But we use the same laundry detergent.” Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. “All our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.”

“It’s not the same,” you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.

“Okay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.”

Where am I on a Friday night?

“You’re here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,” you answer, and he agrees, nodding.

“We just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!”

What is my weirdest interest?

“Once again, my clothes,” Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. “No, no, no, you don’t get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!”

You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.

Who’s my favorite YouTuber?

“Me!” Jaemin’s hand shoots up in the air. “I’m your favorite YouTuber. Next question.”

Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. It’s been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still haven’t subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.

“Uh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.” You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. “Dream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.”

Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, “What do you mean I’m not your favorite? You’re my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to m—”

“Okay, okay, you’re my favorite! I’m sorry! It was a joke,” you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.” He sulks, shoulders hunched over. “If you like her so much, go be best friends with her.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,” you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. “I’ll even buy you boba everyday for a week!”

Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. “Oh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, what’s the last question?”

You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until you’re both facing each other, knees touching.

“‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. It’s so unfair that you’re always so cute and looking so… so… kissable.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can answer that,” your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.

“But you got all the other answers right.” Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, “Should I help you out?”

“Yes.” He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you would’ve told him if he did that. What if he had ki—

A soft pair of lips lands on his.

You’re kissing him. Oh my god, you’re kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and he’s wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.

And so he does.

Jaemin tugs you closer until you’re pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.

Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.”

Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck aren’t complaining, and neither is he.

When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. “So did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?”

“Yes,” you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. “You got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.”

“Technically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?” he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. “Shouldn’t I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?”

You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. “Okay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.”

“I’ll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.” He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.

Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.

If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want for your bonus points?”

His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.

“Cut the cameras!”

One new notification: peachyangel uploaded a new video!

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺💗💞💖💗🤩💝💕💜🤧💖💘😭💘🌼💐🥺💖🥺🥺🥺

peachyangel replied: ily too baby 🥺🤧💖💖

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is this allowed?? there are minors here 😫 jisung look away

peachyangel replied: get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty 🙄 we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea

jisung pwark replied: I’m 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!!

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then

big head king replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you don’t cut the crusts off of my sandwiches 😭😭

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you

jenojam commented:

congrats jaemin!! :)

Starbucks Official commented:

we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! 🤯🤯

ShowMeTheMonet commented:

um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor 🤩

peachyangel replied: omg yes!!!! 🥺🥺 let’s do it soon 💖

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ did… did we just lose our gfs 🤧

mork lee rawr xD commented:

hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha

ty track commented:

the babies are all growing up too fast ):

jeno is my favorite commented:

.... i feel so single @.@

DonutKillMyVibe commented:

let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together 👀👀

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this

big head king commented:

ayyy you all are the GOAT 🐐🐐🐐

jenojam commented:

so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung “non jisungs” ?

jisung pwark replied: 😎😎

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here

big head king replied: LOLOLOL

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎��🏻

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 4 years

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🔺 Tues 18 August 🔻

Louis! We have been blessed with a picture and what a picture! He's wearing only shorts and working on music, he's got a laptop out and a guitar in hand and all the tattoos on display including THE ANKLE TRIANGLE HELLO BABY! WE'VE MISSED YOU EVERY DAY! Much analysis of a leg thought to be the photographer's- it really does not look to be Eleanor's but a case was (ofc) made for it being Harry's with his little knee tattoo blurred (though by that logic it could also be pretty much any other light skinned guy), but is it actually a leg at all or could it in fact be... an ARM? Of a couch, that is! It's equally likely. In short, inconclusive on all counts. Anyway he's somewhere warm with wet hair and people naturally think this means he's with Eleanor on vacation (she's currently in Greece again)- if so he's traveling with one, maybe two, guitars, and has cut his lovely long hair which would make me sad; but chances are it's an old picture (like the other one of him she posted since lockdown began was) that was just put up now to get the fandom active and online for Latin American ticket sales (more tickets for the Santiago Chile show onsale now!) If he has joined Eleanor, honestly who cares I would hope he's enjoying Greece and that Cliff isn't lonely, but since people are worked up about the idea I will point out that the last time we saw the triangle tattoo (after over a year of no sightings marked by fan hysteria and despair including daily accounting of the number of days since it was seen and regular trends and hundreds of memes wishing for its return from the war) Louis was also on a trip with Eleanor at the time. It was the anniversary of the beginning of babygate and fan speculation about that and about his whereabouts for the last shows of Harry's tour was at a fever pitch, and he appeared publicly in the UK and sat for an awkward and deliberate photo op with the tattoo on display. And the time before that was a gaynkle photoshoot expressly designed by Louis at Sony so in short, TRIANGLE, BITCH. Oh also she's looking good- sometime during last couple years the tattoo has been touched up significantly, the lines are much thicker, glad she's getting the loving care she deserves even when we don't see her. Anyway, Louis also won a voted contest for Best Male yesterday and normally that would be much too sweeping an assessment to support but you know what? The people have spoken and who am I to disagree.

Meanwhile zquad twitter fully lost their minds about a tabloid article from last week seemingly showing Yolanda Hadid saying Zayn was a "bad influence" and a "control freak", and hinting at infidelity. While the article is absolutely to blame for that being the takeaway, leaning heavily on it as clickbait and giving it the vast majority of the wordcount, if people had actually read it they would have seen that in fact the whole angle of the piece was to declare the quotes made up and say instead how happy the Hadids are to welcome Zayn into the clan. But the ztans who do realize this believe Yolanda engineered it all to get the dirt out there with full deniability, and the combination of that and a pic Gigi just posted got everyone in a state. The Gigi selfie in question is one that does not show her bump (it's cut off above the area) but some feel it should show a bump in the visible area... unless!! NGL guys, I do in fact believe that Gigi is pregnant and find the concept that not falling for one fake pregnancy means that I'm supposed to believe that every pregnancy is fake extremely annoying, but hey I don't know her life. Maybe it's all an elaborate scheme to justify eating some carbs! Just another day on twitter though really, we've also got harries making fake tweets of Niall being racist and then denouncing him for them and trending anti Liam tags for... literally no reason? ANYWAY Liam says ticket sales for his birthday show are going well and did a really cute tiktok where he pretends to vacuum, go watch that instead of paying attention to any of that nonsense.

#louis tomlinson #niall horan #liam payne #zayn #niall #liam #louis #eleanor #triangle #gaynkles #the zaby #is Louis the world's best male? official results say yes!! science has spoken #conor butler #people really thought Harry was gonna come out onstage at that show so everyone was like well Louis will be there for sure #so many times fans really thought they Knew a thing makes you think doesn't it #well apparently it doesn't tbh judging by the things i read but like... it SHOULD #no I do not think him saying everyone is a little bit gay counts as Coming Out like is it him saying he's gay? yes of course #but he says he's gay EVERY FUCKING DAY it's not the same thing as actually coming out as evidenced by the fact that you know #he's not out #see for reference: the entire mass media‚ harrie stan twitter‚ what happens if you ask a random person what they know about Harry Styles #18 August 2020 #gigi hadid #yes I have seen the arguments about why i shouldn't believe Gigi is pregnant no i do not find them convincing #if something happens that changes that I'll change my mind and let you guys know! until then i gotta tell you #I'm pretty sure this baby is gonna be born soon #I think the Gigi pic is just old. her face looks way thinner than it is now too

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logically-asexual · 3 years

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okay i'm already procrastinating and i don't plan on sleeping any time soon so here we go.

☆ ✩ my personal ranking for every season 1 Sanders Sides episode. �� ☆

i think it's going to be pretty similar to @dukeofonions' but let's see if i find something new to contribute haha. i see you didn't include that one about Patton in the Big Game or whatever, so i'm not including it either xd. also i think i'm going to count Accepting Anxiety as one episode only.

edit: i finished and now i dare you to drink a shot of water every time i say the word spanish or a version of the word comfort and become very well hydrated.

#16 I'm in a Disney Show

(i agree with dukeofonions here) i always forget this episode exists. it was ok in terms of being happy for real life Thomas but as a Sanders Sides episode it didn't do anything. the sides were just giving their opinions but it wasn't very funny or interesting. also i'm bitter because it made me look up the episode he was in and i didn't like it at all. i don't know if i'm too old for those Disney shows now but Thomas was literally the only good part of it, everything else was really dull and boring imo. a waste of time.

however, Logan supporting clickbait is one of the funniest things ever, and i'll never forget it.

#15 Becoming A Cartoon

i didn't hate this episode but it was just .. meh.. you know? several factors contribute to this. one, i couldn't feel much nostalgia for Butch Hartman's shows because i watched them in Spanish, and everything feels really weird when they speak English, i don't like how my old cartoons sound in English. two, it was disappointing to me because we were all desperately waiting for Plot™ and instead they give us this short episode about nothing (oh how the tables have turned now it's the other way around haha). and three, i didn't like the style of the animation :/ their faces and expressions freaked me out, Roman's douchey face still haunts me.

#14 Way Too Adult

here i'm biased because i don't like Patton much, and i didn't back when i watched the series the first time either, so this video was a little disappointingwithout the rest. also it wasn't relatable to me because i am still too young and dependent on my parents haha. but Patton is funny and it's funny to laugh at Thomas' struggling.

#13 The Dark Side of Disney

i've never been a fan of Disney movies. i actually never watched Mulan or the Lion King or Aladdin as a kid, so meh. i liked the ending, though, it was cool to see Virgil have fun and be right for once. it does make me a bit uncomfortable because the way Thomas tries too hard with Virgil's mouth movements and his low voice reminds me of a guy that had made me v uncomfortable not long before watching that video. so an icky feel overall.

#12 A New Year of Lying to Myself

this video was actually kind of fogettable to me. i had a hard time connecting the voices in the song to the characters and idk. i don't love it nor hate it, just .. neutral.

#11 My True Identity

pretty much the same opinion as dukeofonions, again. it's a good introduction and it's good that it was the beginning of it all but on its own it's not very special. i think it's awesome on Thomas to have come up with such a clever idea, like choosing the dad, the teacher and the prince and putting them together and match them with thoughts?? that fit so perfectly?? it really is just very impressive when you think about it, that it was just a random idea he had for a short 5 minute video.

#10 Taking on Anxiety

i liked this video a lot because when i watched it i had recently been a lot on tumblr, and found out through relatable posts that i had anxiety. so watching this video was really fun and it made me happy to feel so seen, specially the intro when Thomas just talks about what it's like to have Anxiety and Virgil is so smug about it.

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okay now that those are out of the way things are going to get hard... all the following i love with all my heart so i'm going to rank them based on the smallest things.

#9 Growing Up

once more, Patton isn't my favorite. so that's why i'm putting this here, plus the echo at the end askjhsahg, but i love love this video. i remember we were waiting and oh so ready for the angst of nobody taking Patton seriously. and we received!! i love that though Roman and Logan are antagonists here, they're both so happy about Thomas wanting to have a healthy life. and i just adore the way Logan admits his mistake at the end and asks Patton directly. my heart... also aw.. the nostalgia. i remember none of us knew how to spell Patton's name and were writing it in very funny ways until Thomas and Joan told us lol.

#8 The Mind vs The Heart

when i watched this video the first times i didn't like it much, because i only had eyes for Virgil, but later i came back to it and loved it. so taking that into account i'm putting it here. logicality was the first ship i ever shipped in the show because i saw a gifset on tumblr of Patton screaming "what do you know about love?!" and Logan "apparently more than YOU" and the caption said "MARRIED", and i thought hey yeah... anyway. i love them. they're both my dads since that day.

this video is so so so relatable and i love it. Logan and Patton are so much fun arguing and i love how they compromise at the end and work together. im reconsidering.. i might move it higher? no, fine i'll leave it here.

#7 Making Some Changes

this video was absolutely hilarious. i personally couldn't see it as the Sides still once they were acted by Thomas' friends, i enjoyed it more as that bunch being silly and trying to be the sides but failing in so many ways, while sometimes nailing stuff suddenly. i really don't take this one too seriously as an episode. except Joan!Logan and Valerie!Logan, my beloved... i love how Joan acted as Logan and their voice and that they kept their ace ring on.. there's a reason i had them as my icon for so long. and Valerie looks a bit (a lot) like me with the glasses and dressed in dark colors, plus she spoke Spanish and there's .. no words to describe the joy i felt when seeing/hearing that. wait i'm getting emotional...

#6 My Personality Q&A

when i watched this Virgil was my favorite side and i didn't care much about the rest lol. when i heard his answers i related to him SO much it was scary, and also his voice is so soft and it was all very comforting. it was also when i first starting looking at Logan with more attention, because when he brought up Big Hero 6 and Fall Out Boy and said he didn't sing and would recite it like a poem? it only took a couple seconds but my brain said "me" and never went back.

now this video is a little underwhelming to watch for me, most of the appeal for me was in finding out the answers, and also watching it when we didn't know a lot about the sides. now we know more and want to know more so it's not as fun to me as it was first.

i wish so bad they'd do another one, although i know it would be more difficult with a much bigger audience, i think they can manage and i just need it. the chaos.. the energy.. they all being so savage with each other, learning little random facts about them you didn't expect.. i need it.

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oh boy top 5 here we go. the next three are practically a tie. i can't choose.

#5 Alone on Valentines Day

i love Valerie, and the idea of this video was perfect and so perfectly excecuted. every side just giving their crazy opinions on how to woo a random stranger, i laughed SO much. first with Logan speaking simlish out of nowhere? at that point i didn't know practically anything about the sims except that it was some video game and the whiplash of Logan going AYO and the rest killed me. then when Roman whipped out that dialogue in Spanish??? my life was completed. i've never felt more happy than i did in that moment gosh. just the hilarity of Roman's drama, the shock of them speaking Spanish suddenly like that, the absolute JOY of seeing a creator i like speak (may i say) perfect Spanish, the other characters' faces after that.. never been happier.

also the conclusion was so cute. Virgil solving the whole problem without wanting to. i loved it.

#4 Am I Original

i think this video speaks for itself. it was fun to watch them all do the ideas Roman had, plus Logan and Virgil nodding at each other, (i love them so much), plus the angst at the end of Roman's perfectionism, plus Roman's just perfect name. this video has it all.

i think Thomas posted it kind of late at night and i watched it at 7am in the classroom as i waited for my classmates to arrive and the class to start. (i usually was like 40 minutes early to school due to mom’s work). i had to contain my laughter and it wasn’t easy.

#3 Losing My Motivation

i started loving this video after a while, when Logan passed Virgil in the position for my favorite side. but once he did this episode was beautiful. it's so funny and i love Logan and Patton's dynamic so much. and the video also so damn relatable in general. i felt so seen with it because they named all the problems i have when procrastinating, down to Patton's vague explanation of his feelings, it's exactly how i feel every time i want to do stuff. and the plot twist! i can hear the dramatic sound effect and see how they all turn to Logan clearly in my head, and it always makes me smile. plus there's so much Logan angst that can be dug up and overanalized. i love to watch it over and over.

#2 Accepting Anxiety

this video was perfect. everything we wanted. we knew it was coming and it delivered perfectly, better than any fanfic done in the waiting time. the week between the parts was agonizing but in a fun way somehow. i remember precisely when i was watching part 2 in my living room. i screamed. and i cried, a lot. i was feeling terrible at that time in my life and Thomas was such a comforting presence and i can't begin to describe how this episode made me feel.

and later it is always fun to rewatch with all their different reactions to being in Virgil's room, the energy of that was on point. Thomas is such a great actor and the characters where just amazingly performed. plus it gave so much to talk adn think about, the idea of the rooms, lots lots of insight into the characters, foreshadowing, so much. it's just perfect i have nothing else to say.

#1 (for purely emotional reasons, ironically) My Negative Thinking

i think Accepting Anxiety is the best episode of the season objectively but my favorite is My Negative Thinking. because i love Virgil and Logan so much and seeing them argue together was and is great. the comfort.. i can't repeat that word enough throughout this post. it's such a soft video while not being overwhelming with Patton and Roman's outbursts. just quiet (mostly) and clear and with perfectly timed humour.

Logan my beloved.. learning spanish... helping me with my own anxiety.. and their debate was so good. and the fact that they were friends i- i can't. Virgil didn't think Logan liked him and Logan told him explicitly that he did and the casual softness of it i cant even. Logan is happy that he tried.. it's just marvelous. Virgil and Logan as best friends will always be my favorite pair, and their dynamic will always be what i strive for in any relationship i might form, with both sides silently comforting each other within their own limits and realistic perspectives. so nice.

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so yeah. that's all. thank you if you read all the way up to here. ♡ ♡ ♡

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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science experiment ~ david dobrik

word count: 995

request?: no

description: one of david’s crazy science experiments ends up being a little less crazy than usual

pairing: david dobrik x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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The minute she walked into David’s house, she turned right back around to try and leave. David started laughing as Heath quickly ran to stop her, taking hold of her arm and dragging her back into the house.

The first bad sign was David with his camera out. When David had his camera, the craziness was always turned up to eleven. The second bad sign was the table set up in the middle of David’s living room with a plastic container and jugs of unknown substances, with their science-y friend, Nick, wearing a hazmat suit and goggles stood right next to it.

“I am not taking part in this, whatever it is,” (Y/N) told the group. “I do not want to blow myself up.”

“You won’t blow up,” David assured you.

“But you are blowing something up! In your own living room, babe that is such a bad idea. What if you damage something?”

“We’ve done it before, it’ll be fine.”

She sighed heavily and turned to Heath, who still had a hold on her arm. She pulled herself free from his grasp and extended a hand to Nick. “Give me some fucking goggles.”

David cheered excitedly as (Y/N) put the goggles on over her eyes. She crossed the room and stood next to him. He put one arm around her waist, holding her protectively to him as he filmed what Nick was saying. She relaxed against him, knowing that everything would be okay as long as she was there with him.

(Y/N) had been dating David for almost three years and she still was not used to his crazy antics. At first she was actually kind of uncomfortable with the thing his friends would put themselves through for David’s videos, or for their own. Soon enough she grew used to certain things, but whenever she got used to one thing David would always come up with something new. His most recent fascination was Nick’s science experiments.

“At least this experiment I smaller scale,” she mumbled, mainly to herself but David was close enough to hear her.

“What, you don’t like the big explosions we’ve been doing?” he asked, a wide smile from ear to ear.

“I’m just terrified that one of these days one of those explosions won’t be as safe,” she admitted, leaning into David even more.

“Don’t worry, this one isn’t going to be like that.”

(Y/N) watched with a grimace on her face as Nick began to pour the jugs of liquid into the container. Everyone in the room watched with anticipation and nervousness as the contents of the jugs were mixed together. Suddenly, Nick backed away quickly and everyone tensed up, waiting for the blast.

But there was nothing. Not even a sizzle of something, absolutely nothing. Everyone sighed at once, although it was hard to tell if they were sighs of relief or of disappointment.

Nick’s face fell in disappointment. “Well, that really sucked. It was supposed to be a little explosion with a big bang.”

“Babe, go look,” David urged.

(Y/N) looked up at him in confusion. “Why me? I’m literally so far away from it, why not Nick who’s right next to the damn thing?”

“It’s not gonna hurt you, I promise. Just take a look in it the container.”

She sighed in annoyance before deciding to do as David asked. She slowly approached the table, watching to make sure it didn’t explode in her face or anything. She looked into the bucket and jumped upon seeing that there was something in the liquid.

“There’s something in there!” she exclaimed, backing away from the table.

“What is it?” Jason asked.

Nick moved forward to look into the container. He pulled out the black box in his gloved hand, looking it over. David passed his camera to Carly, who looked confused as she took it.

David approached Nick with an outstretched hand. “Can I see it?”

“David! Put gloves on before you touch it!” (Y/N) said.

“There’s nothing dangerous on it,” he assured her. “Or in it.”

(Y/N) flinched as David opened the box, expecting something to explode out of it. Her eyes widened upon seeing the diamond ring in the box. The group gasped as David lowered to one knee.

“I don’t know if I should believe you,” she told him through tears. “You've never pranked me before, if this is a prank I swear to God.”

“It’s not a prank,” David told her. “(Y/N), I love you so much. You’ve been there for me through so many of my big milestones, you’ve always supported me through everything, and somehow you put up with my crazy antics. As crazy as it may sound, I’ve known since day one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. (Y/F/N), will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my wife?”

(Y/N)’s legs felt like jelly and she couldn’t even stand. She knelt down in front of David and took his face in her hands. She kissed him deeply, tears running down her cheeks and almost wetting David’s face as well. When she pulled away, David was smiling that bright, wide smile that she loved so much.

“Does that mean yes?” he asked.

“Yes! Oh my God, yes!”

The Vlog Squad cheered as David took (Y/N) in his arms and lifed her up. They shared another passionate kiss. Once David set her down, Carly came over with David’s camera to show off the engagement ring.

“Of course this is how you propose,” (Y/N) said to David. “By pretending to do an explosive science experiment.”

“He can make good clickbait with this,” Jason pointed out. “I almost blew my girlfriend up! Emotional.”

The group laughed. (Y/N) looked at David and smiled. She couldn’t believe it, she was actually engaged to the love of her life, and she could not be any happier.

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x reader #the vlog squad #vlog squad #vlog #vlog squad imagine #imagine #one shot

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Sotto Voce: Chapter One

Word Count: 1,018 A/N: this is an introductory chapter, so nothing crazy happens xx

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“Whatcha doing?” She asks, walking into the kitchen to grab a snack. It’s the end of her workday so naturally she’s gone foraging for food, rolling her eyes to herself when all she finds is healthy food to snack on.

“N-Nothing,” John stutters out, shifting in his seat. He’s seated at the kitchen table, staring intently at his laptop like it holds all the answers in the world.

She knows something’s up - they’ve known each other for far too long for her to not be able to read him as well as she does - and her curiosity is immediately piqued. “Mmhmm,” she hums, peering over his shoulder. When she reads what’s on the screen, she bursts out laughing. “You can’t be serious!”

“Don’t laugh.” He shoots her a glare, continuing on with his quiz. “It was pure clickbait.”

“You can’t ask that of me, Johnny,” she teases, taking a seat at the table next to him. By some miracle, she’d managed to find a leftover bag of crisps and she was planning on taking her time savouring them while she made fun of her friend for his internet choices. “Especially not when you’re taking this so seriously.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles, moving the mouse around and clicking on another answer. “I’m almost done.”

With a huff, she stays quiet, pulling out her phone to snap a pic of him hunched over his laptop which she promptly sends to Jack, whose reply is instantaneous.

Grealish: I NEED to know how this turns out!!!

She giggles at his response, sending him a few confirmation emojis before turning off her phone and turning her attention back to John.

“All done,” he says, taking a deep inhale as he moves the mouse again. “Time for the moment of truth.”

“Oh, my god.” She can’t roll her eyes hard enough, but she also doesn’t want to tease him too much. If she pushes too far, he won’t confide in her about it, and she desperately wants to know how this will turn out. “What are your results?”

John narrows his eyes, confusion furrowing his brow. “It says...it says I should go into podcasting.”

She’s stunned. “Wait...really?”

“Really.” John nods solemnly, turning the laptop so that she can see the results.

“You should go into podcasting,” she reads verbatim from the website, already sucked in. “Your natural ability to talk about any subject for an extended period of time, coupled with your sense of humour and quick wit make going into podcasting as your next career move well worth it. Now, if only you could think of a good title…” She leans back in the chair when she’s done, processing the accuracy of what she’s just read. “Whoa. It’s like that stupid quiz saw right into your soul.”

“I know.” John gives her a sheepish grin, running a hand over his head. “Weird, right?”

She thinks about it for a second before responding, “You know, I’m not sure it’s all that weird.” At John’s curious look, she continues, “I mean, you do like to talk, and you’ve got a ton of football knowledge. Besides, what other Prem player is out there starting a podcast about what it’s like playing starting from the bottom and working their way up to playing in the Prem? Sure, interviews and the like exist, but they don’t look at the full picture.” She’s excited now, the wheels in her brain spinning as she gains momentum. “You could take fan questions and have special guests. I’m sure there are plenty of people who’d love to hear this - especially all the young kids who look up to you. Plus, you’ve got a half-decent voice, and if I can listen to you speak for hours on end without wanting to deck you, you’re already halfway there.”

“Maybe…” John trails off, but he’s just as into this as she is.

***

He brings it up to Jack the next day at training. “I don’t know,” Grealish says as they change out of their gear and back into regular clothes. “Don’t people get a lot of shit for doing a podcast these days?”

“I mean, yeah, probably, but there’s all sorts of ways around it. And I’d keep mine family-friendly and whatnot.”

Jack stood up, clapping him on the shoulder good-naturedly. “Good luck, Ginny. If anyone would find a way to make it work, I’m sure it would be you, but I’m tellin’ ya - you just might be better off having an OnlyFans if you wanna have a side gig. Or, if you still wanted to do a podcast, just start one of those ASMR video channels or whatever they are.”

~~~

“Jack thinks I should do porn,” is the first thing John says when he walks through the door after training.

“I’m sorry, what?!” She’s thrown off by the comment, staring blankly at him as she tries to process his words. “I’m gonna need you to say that again.”

“So, I brought up my podcast idea to him after training today and he likes it, but he’s got concerns. According to Jack, I should ASMR porn on OnlyFans or something.”

The pout on John’s face has her giggling and shaking her head. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what he said.”

“And how would you know?”

She holds up her phone. “I got a heads-up that you’d probably be in a mood. According to Jack’s text, he likes the idea, but he worries about you getting ‘canceled’ and he joked with me that if you wanted to get canceled, there are faster ways of doing it, like having an OnlyFans or doing weird ASMR videos on YouTube. To which I responded: ‘don’t you already have an OnlyFans’ along with ‘and aren’t ASMR videos not even that weird anymore?’”

“Have I told you lately that I love you?” He says, pulling her into a side-hug. “Because I do.”

“You haven’t, but it’s always nice to be reminded,” she replies, looking up at him, ignoring the funny feeling she gets in the pit of her stomach whenever they get intimate like this. “Love you, too, Johnny.”

#sotto voce series #my writing: john mcginn #john mcginn imagines #john mcginn x reader

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deadbiwrites · 4 years

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So, if your prompts are still open, can I ask for some SuperRojas? Thanks

Here ya go!!

“Miss Danvers, a word in my office.”

Kara blinks herself out of her focus-induced stupor, pulling her eyes up from her laptop screen and to Andrea’s face, head tilting in confusion. “Is something wrong…?”

“Office.”

Kara sighs, heaving herself up and out of her chair, in no mood for Andrea’s theatrics when she’s in the middle of a stream of inspiration. She follows Andrea through the bullpen, pointedly ignoring the whispering and the staring and the muttering that she’s about to be reprimanded again by their boss. She doesn’t generally begrudge her coworkers’ their gossip, but she’s not a big fan of being at the center of it- as Kara Danvers or as Supergirl. It doesn’t help that Andrea seems to walk in such a way that her heels hit the tile loudly enough to catch the attention of everyone on the freaking floor.

By the time they make it to Andrea’s office, Kara’s managed to work herself up from mild annoyance to genuine disgruntlement, and as soon as the door drops closed behind her, grits out a, “Was that necessary?”

Andrea arches a brow and smirks, totally nonplussed by her surliness. “What’s the matter, don’t like the attention?”

“Not really,” Kara mutters, dropping onto the couch uninvited. “I was kind of in the middle of a breakthrough, you know.”

Andrea hums. “We’ll see how much of a breakthrough it was when you turn in your article. Do you know why I asked you here?”

Kara’s about to bite out some snappy retort when she thinks better of it, closing her mouth and shaking her head.

“My, my, she can answer a direct question without sarcasm. Miracles never cease,” Andrea drawls, lips curving up smugly as she spins in her chair to better face Kara. She studies her for a moment before asking, “How well do you know Supergirl?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ah, alas, the miracle ceases after all,” Andrea laments almost playfully. “Supergirl, resident beloved alien. Blonde, flies, wears a cape. How well do you know her?”

Kara can’t sweat on Earth, not with her powers, even if she’s nervous. And she is nervous. “Fairly well, I guess. I interview her once in a while.”

“And get coffee with her, I hear.”

“What?”

Andrea arches a brow. “Lena said that you’re… close. That Supergirl saved her once because she was getting coffee with you when Lena was attacked.”

“Oh! Oh, that, um… that was sort of a rare thing. I wouldn’t say we’re, y’know, friends, or anything, so- not that we’re not friends! More like, colleagues? Partn- no, that’s too close. I’d say ‘associates’-”

“Do you know if she’s single?” Andrea asks, cutting Kara off mid-ramble (and honestly, thank Rao, because Kara has no idea where she was going with that).

“If- you want to know if Supergirl is single,” Kara says flatly, surprised into being stunned. “Why?”

Immediately, any hint of humor on Andrea’s face evaporates. Her blue eyes are cold as steel as she surveys Kara. “Inquiring minds, Miss Danvers. We are a media company, after all- an article on the lives of the super and famous would be incredible clickbait for the masses.”

“Right…” Kara sighs.

“Do you know, or don’t you? Because if you don’t, I don’t have a use for you.”

“I-”

And Kara knows. She knows that she should demur, not answer, play dumb. Literally say anything but-

“-I think she is, but I can ask, the next time I see her.”

Andrea smirks. “Don’t bother. You know how to get in touch with her?”

“I do,” Kara confirms warily.

“Good. Tell her to meet me here, tonight, if possible. I’d like to do an interview with her.”

“Oh, um, I actually usually do the Supergirl stories…” Kara stammers.

The cold gaze is back on her, sending a slight shiver down Kara’s spine. “And this is one that you’re not. Get in touch, let her know I’d like to set up a meeting.”

Kara feels this situation slipping quickly out of hand. “I don’t know that she’d want to do a personal interview with someone else, the last one she did was with-”

“Cat Grant. I read it,” Andrea cuts in.

“You did?”

As far as she knows, Andrea wasn’t even in the US when she’d debuted.

Her boss rolls her eyes. “Of course I did, it was one of the biggest pieces CatCo ever produced- aside from your expose on Lex Luthor. Unlike some former CEOs of this company, I take my job here seriously, Miss Danvers.” Kara’s teeth grind again at the casual bashing of her closest friends and mentor. “Or do you think I bought this company just to torture you?”

“No…?” Kara says, though it comes out more a question than a statement of confidence.

Andrea rolls her eyes. “Get out.”

“Okay. I’ll just, uh, email you, with what time she can meet,” Kara says, scrambling to her feet.

“You do that,” Andrea says absently, eyes already back on her computer screen, clearly expecting Kara to leave after being dismissed.

“Miss Rojas, can I- why do you want to do the interview? I mean, you didn’t even go to J school,” Kara says, lingering in the doorway.

Andrea blinks at her, seemingly surprised to see Kara still standing in her office. A wry twist pulls at her mouth. “According to your records, neither did you, Miss Danvers. I expect that article by 5 pm, please close the door behind you.”

Kara does leave, this time, pulling the glass door with the practiced care born of being in and out of this office more times than she can count and makes her way swiftly back to her office, ignoring yet more stares and whispers (whispers she can totally hear, by the way- Isaac in Lifestyles has a dirty mind). She slips inside, closes the door behind her, and slumps against it with a sigh, indulging a very human impulse to thump her head back against the dark wood of the door.

“This is probably a very bad idea,” she muses.

Resigned, she heads back over to her desk, head far less full of ideas than it was when she’d left, and her stomach twisting anxiously.

Yeah.

A very, very bad idea.

Kara sighs and begins typing anew. Nothing she can do now but wait.

#superrojas #kara danvers #andrea rojas #prompts!#ask response

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The First Paparazzi Ambush

Part 16 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: Reporters ambush you outside of the hospital

Word Count: 2,225

“Babe, it means something if you’ve slept in his bed for the last week,” Jasmin was saying in your ear as you left the hospital.

You waved at one of your nurses when you passed her, waiting until you were out of earshot of everyone before replying. “It means he took your advice about cuddling very seriously. That’s it.”

She huffed. “I swear, he could kiss you and you’d think he was just being friendly.”

Okay, no one said anything about kissing. And there was a very good reason. Reason being that your heart wouldn’t calm the fuck down. “Cool theory, Jaz.”

“Not a theory. My aunt’s psychic abilities just transferred to me and I know things. He wants to kiss you. Trust me on this. But you’re so damn closed off to romance. Sweetie, if you’d just open up—”

“Cute how you’re thousands of miles away and think you know what’s happening over here.” Before stepping outside, you paused just long enough to shrug on your jacket. It was starting to get chilly, and you were especially susceptible to getting sick, due to your treatment. As a result, Seb constantly made you promise to take every single extra precaution you could to avoid that. “Anyway, I’m heading out of the hospital right now, so I’ll call you tomorrow. Enjoy your date tonight!”

“Third date, bitch. I’m gonna get me some, especially since you’re too stubborn to take a bite of that fine piece of—”

Before she could finish that thought, you hung up. You didn’t need any more of her matchmaking efforts clouding your mind. It was hard enough keeping your feelings in check without her voice bouncing around in your head.

You took a deep breath before walking out of the hospital. Sean was leaning against the car, waiting for you. Over the last five weeks, you’d gotten to know him pretty well. Which is why you knew something was up when his eyes flickered away from you once you were halfway to him and he pushed off his car, ready for action,

“Y/N Y/L/N!” The shock of a stranger calling your name froze you in your tracks and you turned just in time for a microphone to be shoved in your face.

“How do you respond to the allegations that you are responsible for your mother’s death?”

“How do you live with yourself for giving up your nephews?”

“Does Sebastian know you’re using him for his money?”

More microphones were grappling for best position as you were blinded by camera flashes.

It was like sleep paralysis: watching the demon at the foot of your bed but not being able to move. There was nothing you could do to stop this assault. Your biggest fear, at the moment, was coming to light in a very public way.

“Hey, hey, HEY!” You watched from underwater as Sean elbowed his way through the sudden crowd and tucked you under his arm. “Who the fuck do you think you are, accosting someone outside of a hospital?”

“America deserves to know the truth,” one reporter snarled.

Sean ignored them and manhandled you to the car, not stopping until you were safely in the backseat behind tinted windows. The rush of trying to get to a safe zone made an abrupt halt, and it was as if the entire world convalesced into the air between your feet. Your world seemed to spin as you stared at the carpet on the car floor.

“Fuck,” you muttered as he pulled away from the hospital.

Responsible for your mother’s death…

Using Sebastian for his money…

“You okay back there?”

For a long minute, you didn’t answer. Hell, he knew you weren’t. It was obvious. So obvious that you didn’t answer his question. Instead, you said, “I better call Seb. Give him a head’s up if he doesn’t know already.”

“You’re allowed to take a breath, you know?” Sean said. “I’ve driven a lot of people, and scenes like that are never easy. It’s okay to not be okay right now. Sebastian will understand if you take a minute before calling him.”

“We knew this was coming,” you said, flipping your phone over and over in your hand. “It’s not like it’s a surprise.”

“It is today. For you. Right now. Just because you knew it was coming didn’t mean you were prepared for it right now.”

Your eyebrows drew together as you regarded your friend. At your silence, he caught your eyes in the rearview. “Sean, are you, like, a psychologist?”

He laughed. “No, just married to one. I’ve picked things up over the last few years.”

“Your wife is one smart woman.”

“That she is.”

“Would she say I’m calm enough to call Seb now?”

He nodded, giving you a reassuring smile.

With that, you dialed Seb’s number, trying to remember what he was doing right now. Meeting with his agent? Is that what he said this morning before you left? Maybe skyping with his mom? He had mentioned something about his mom today.

And suddenly you were worried what she would think of everything that came out. You’d spoken with her a few times to assuage her worries regarding her son’s sudden marriage and she was so nice and understanding. God you hoped this didn’t—

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey, uh, how’re you?” Your voice sounded so false, and you knew Seb would pick up on it. “How’s your day going?”

He paused before slowly asking, “What’s going on, sweetheart? You sound worried.”

“There were reporters. Outside the hospital.”

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said before reevaluating. “I mean, no. But Sean was there. He got me to the car and… and is now driving in the wrong direction? Sean?”

“Just driving around for a bit in case someone tries to follow you home.”

“He’s kidnapping me,” you relayed to Sebastian.

“As long as he gets you back before your treatment tomorrow,” Sebastian said, trying to sound casual, but you could hear the tension in his voice from your earlier revelation.

You, however, relayed a different message to Sean. “Seb says good riddance.”

“I’m putting up the privacy glass so you can’t use me to put off this conversation any longer.”

“Fuck you, Sean. You don’t know me.”

“What was that?” he raised his voice as the glass also raised. “I can’t hear you over the sound of your procrastination.”

The glass closed you off from Sean and you slumped back in the seat. “He’s ignoring me now. Put the glass up and everything. Totally cut me off. Some friend he is.”

“How are you, really? I know this is the last thing you wanted to happen.”

You sighed. “It was going to happen eventually. I knew that. And it sucks. I’m glad Sean was there. I, uh, I kinda froze.”

“Can’t blame you. Shit, I hoped they would draw a line, at least, at the hospital.”

“Yeah, well,” you scoffed. It was hard not to fall into your hole of self pity. Your first instinct was to say something like what in my life ever works out like that, but you somehow reigned yourself in. After all, your odds were all over the place lately. You couldn’t use a blanket statement of despondence for your life anymore. The last month sure had taken a turn for the better. Ever since you met Sebastian. “Hey Seb?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart.

“Will you be home when I get there?”

“I’m here now.”

“Okay. I, uh…” Your pinky slipped from the corner of your phone to your mouth and you bit at your fingernail. It took a second and a deep breath before you could admit, “I need a hug. So that’s good.”

“Have Sean drop you off in the garage by the elevator. I’ll be waiting.”

“Cool.” Cool? Who the hell responded to a hot guy saying I’ll be waiting for you with the word cool? An idiot: that’s who. “Anyway, I guess I should let you go so you can, I don’t know, call your PR team or whatever.”

“I can do that later. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve got Sean right now. His wife’s a psychologist so I’m sure he’ll enjoy psycho-analyzing me with all of his second hand psychology knowledge.”

“Okay.” You could tell he didn’t like it, but he accepted your decision anyway. “Promise me you won’t look anything up online yet, okay?”

“No, yeah, definitely. Unless you, Jasmin, or the hospital calls or texts, I won’t use my phone at all. I’ll just annoy Sean until he decides we’ve lost our imaginary tail and takes me home.”

“If you need me before then…”

“I’ll call. Don’t worry.”

“Okay. See you soon…” The way he trailed off felt like there was more he wanted to say. But after a moment of silence, you repeated the farewell and hung up.

After you took a moment to be by yourself, you tapped on the glass and Sean lowered it. He drove aimlessly for ten minutes more, then started taking pointed turns to get you home. Before you knew it, you were in the underground garage that was – thankfully – reporter free.

Sean parked the car and twisted around in his seat to look at you. “Tell Sebastian that, on days he’s not with you, I’ll make sure to walk you into the hospital and pick you up inside the hospital until things calm down.”

“He’ll appreciate that, thanks.” You went about gathering your purse and unbuckling your seatbelt. “I do too.”

“And, Y/N?” Sean waited until you looked up at him. “Whatever those reporters ask you, it’s all trash. I don’t know much about you, but I know you’re a damn good person and they’re just looking for some good clickbait. Don’t give it to them.”

“A psychologist and a media specialist,” you mused, a light smile on your face. “I’m learning so much about you today, Sean. And thank you. For everything you do. Seriously.”

He let the moment simmer warmly for a moment before jerking his head to your door. “Now get outta here. Your man’s over there looking anxious to see you.”

“He’s not really my man,” you muttered, opening your door. As soon as the door opened, Seb pushed off the wall and walked your way.

Sean called your name and you leaned down to peer into the car, only to be greeted by a teasing grin. “Keep telling yourself that lie if it helps. I’ve seen you two together.”

Sebastian wrapped his arm around your waist and leaned down to thank Sean before drawing you to the elevator. Once the doors are closed and the floor selected, he pulls you into his arms and leans back against the elevator wall. “You said you needed a hug.”

“Or two,” you mumble, cheek pressed against his heart. Standing this close to Sebastian made it nearly impossible to shove away Sean and Jasmin’s voices and opinions of your relationship with the man.

The soft whir of the elevator rising suddenly brought forward your memories of watching Grey’s Anatomy and a quiet giggle escaped your lips. A slight shift of his body prompted you to pull back just enough to look up at Sebastian’s questioning look.

“Sorry, it’s just… elevators. And emotions. Grey’s Anatomy. Ya’know.”

Understanding lights up his face before a spark ignites in his eyes. You were too focused on his eyes to notice his arms moving until he was gripping your hips. “If this were the elevator at Seattle Grace, I think we’d be more like…”

He used his hold on your hips to suddenly reverse your positions. The elevator was at your back, and he was caging you in, crowding your space.

You knew you should say something. Disrupt the suddenly heavy atmosphere that had descended. But his eyes were boring into yours, head leaning closer, tongue wetting his lips, and you couldn’t move. In a rare moment of honesty, you admitted to yourself that you didn’t want to move. Eyes closing, breaths drawing nearer, heart skipping…

Elevator stopping.

Doors opening.

Moment: ruined.

Sebastian groaned and turned to face the newcomer. His tee-shirt stretched across his back, tight across his muscles. As soon as your brain remembered it needed to work outside of the gutter, you realized that he was shielding you. Protecting you.

Not that it was necessary. A man entered, barking orders into a phone. It seemed as though he didn’t even register your presence.

Even as oblivious as he was, the presence of a stranger flung you back to the moment you heard your name outside the hospital. That fear. Their questions had unexpectedly reminded you of those days, years ago, when you’d felt so alone.

But you weren’t alone now.

To remind yourself, you slid your hands from where they were resting on Seb’s waist until your arms were wrapped around him, tugging him to lean back against you. The weight of his body on yours was grounding, as were his fingers tangling with yours. Neither of you said anything, instead, listening to the man yammer away about some business deal that was about to fall through.

Just before the elevator arrived at your floor, Sebastian brought one of your connected hands up to his lips and brushed a kiss across your knuckles.

Ahh!!! That almost kiss!!!! But now her past is starting to get out there for the world to see... that can’t be good...

CHAPTER 17: THE SURPRISE ILLNESS

#sebastianxreader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader

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You said that you could roast XY&Z for days in your last post. What about it didn't you like?

Keeping things short (...well, short for my standards anyway):

In terms of strictly just the anime, XY did a lot of things right and was a step-up compared to Black & White. It raised a lot of people’s hopes and seemed to be taking things more seriously in terms of plot, like how Ash’s team was actually getting fully evolved and such (some cases of which are admittedly ridiculous since the series is pretty short yet he has a Goodra and a Noivern, the latter of whom he raised from an egg), but ultimately, XY&Z just brings back all of the old formulas.

me when anything involving Zygarde happens: Wow, it would be great if any of this actually existed or happened within the games instead of just the show flexing like, “Hey, look at this cool thing you can’t personally experience!”

Serena losing her final contest performance. I know they’re actually showcases but it’s just Pokemon contests with a different coat of paint, let’s be honest. I was already sour about the fact that someone in the show, again, gets to experience something we can’t (Gen 5 had Pokemon Musicals and that was the closest thing we got to this, but that was in Gen 5, not 6), but the thing about Serena losing her final contest performance is that it’s irritating for a multitude of reasons, not just the fact that we can’t do showcases ourselves (to be clear, it’s not about how exciting/unexciting showcases would’ve been in-game; it’s that they had to make up showcases to give Serena something to do because XY was so light on content).

- First is that what we saw of Aria’s performance was really generic and unimpressive, but the second thing is big and just--I’m sorry, whichever writer decided that it was a smart idea to have the winner between Serena (a rando from Vaniville Town who’s only just making a name for herself) and Aria (essentially a celebrity who’s been around for a long time) be decided by the people in the audience needs to be fired. It makes sense when it’s a bunch of no-names all competing against each other, but when it’s a no-name versus a celebrity? For Arceus’ sake, the whole reason contests were originally decided by judges is because judges are (at least supposed to be) impartial. Did it suck when May and Dawn lost their Grand Festival? Yes, of course it did, but at least it didn’t feel so much like it was weighed against them.

- Like, imagine sitting and watching this episode and seeing the in-show audience decide who wins, most of whom probably have Aria merchandise like posters and figures and just, like--”Wow, gee, it really seemed like Serena could’ve had it! Wonder what tipped the scales for the audience!”

- To put this into perspective, imagine if the show decided that the viewers - the actual, real-life viewers - of the show got to decide who won the showcase. Even if some of them honestly thought that Serena deserved to win, you don’t think a majority were like, “Who cares about Aria? Serena’s our main girl and she’s gotta WIN!”?

Speaking of Serena--

- Serena at Ash before leaving to go to Hoenn: Hippity hoppity your lips are now my (implied) property.

Ash Greninja was a cool concept that amounted to nothing. The idea that Ash has this special link with one of his Pokemon (”Hey, look at this really cool thing that you can’t actually experience in-game!” until Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire and it’s underwhelming at best) and can feel their pain, but the link can cause him to get carried away because now he’s really experiencing the adrenaline rush of battle... that’s incredible! That’s a really neat idea!

- But... ultimately, it’s giving preferential treatment to a starter... again. Gen 6 already threw Charizard an extra bone by giving him a second Mega (and even when they got rid of Megas in Gen 8, they were like “lol let’s give him a Gigantimax form in advance and give him to the champion”; by the way, no, I didn’t play Sword & Shield because I’m a Living Dexer so the lack of - you know - Pokemon was a deal-breaker) and now here they are again not treating the starter lines fairly (even in-game, we have Protean Greninja, so it’s a double hitter). I was open to the idea and was getting swept up in the excitement, but... what does it mean in the end? It doesn’t amount to anything; Greninja is still another Pokemon who gets released essentially.

- Why didn’t they just do something with Pikachu (Ash Hat Pikachu was eventually a thing after all), which is something they could’ve easily carried over to future seasons and continued expanding upon? I mean, Ash’s Pikachu is already special in its own right and this would be like giving it the evolution it’s never going to get. Heck, even just like... they could have it where it wasn’t even either Ash nor Pikachu being special, but they engaged in some sort of special bonding ritual at some special place (anyone remember Ashachu? That was a cool concept too and they wasted it; could’ve even been a reason for them to make this connection at that place because Ash had been a Pikachu once before).

Alain’s existence. Just--like, his entire existence, fanservice Charizard X and all.

- I want to make it clear for anyone who didn’t experience XY&Z (count your blessings) that, when the Mega Evolutions specials were coming out, we were given at least the impression that it wasn’t going to have anything to do with the series. Then things started happening and this is essentially how it went down.

- everyone, seeing that Alain is part of the main series now: oh no

- everyone, seeing Ash plant the seed in Alain’s head about entering the League: oh no

- everyone, seeing Alain having a near-loss against Ash (after having a couple wins before) before Ash blacks out, ending the battle abruptly and leaving the battle undecided, which is similar to what they pulled with Sawyer (having Sawyer win once against Ash before the League so it would still have suspense and wouldn’t just be Ash wrecking him again) except now it’s in the opposite direction: OH NO

- The League finale episode, in Japanese, was essentially called, “Kalos League Victory! Satoshi's Ultimate Match!!” and yeah, it was blatant clickbait.

- Ash!Greninja pulls off a Giant Mega Death Water Shuriken for the final exchange of blows in the match (Water Shuriken VS Charizard X’s Blast Burn) and it amounts to literally nothing because Greninja goes down anyway (to a Fire move of all things, which somehow feels even more offensive).

- They didn’t play Ash’s theme when said Water Shuriken happened so it was semi-obvious that he wasn’t going to win. Heck, his mom didn’t even show up to watch the match from what I remember.

- So yeah, Ash lost and--People. Were. Livid. The dislike bar on the Japanese trailer for the following episode was insane. I think what it ultimately amounted to was that people were so sick of the formula and XY seemed like such a step up from the last attempt and people really thought that the writers were finally learning their lesson. They really thought everything was going to turn around, and--yeah. It just ended up being more of the same except worse because they did everything to make it look like they cared.

#non ml talk #other: ask and answer #((All these old wounds just being reopened lol.))#((Say whatever you want about Orange Islands but it gave Ash the win he deserves.))#((Dude took down a Dragonite with an INSANE amount of moves.))#((There's Alola too but Orange Islands was first.))

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first brush with fame - (TsuzuKazu)

It only takes Kazunari a few seconds to figure out how to set up the livestream, but as he double checks the settings, his heart skips a beat. This is so exciting! His fellow company members get to do what they love in front of their fans, and they’ll even get paid for it.

Sitting in on this first session is Kazunari himself, and Tsuzuru.

The reason being is that when Kazu was getting ready, Tsuzuru was the only one nearby who wasn’t busy (and can also be easily persuaded.)

Now, what to call this very first livestream...?

In a flash of inspiration, Kazunari types up a title.

Mankai's First Time All Male Super Hot Sexy Livestream !! 😘🔥

“There we go!” Kazunari cheers and takes a seat, checking out the different features of the stream while Tsuzuru withers beside him.

“Why did you call it that?" He asks weakly, already having doubts about letting Kazunari be in charge of this project. "It doesn't sound very professional... don't we want people to take us seriously?"

"It's clickbait! Just put in a bunch of keywords that'll make people wanna watch. It works every time." Kazunari smirks, the picture of confidence. He feels completely in his element. "See? It's already working!"

Tsuzuru bolts upright in his chair. "W-wait, it's live right now?” He asks nervously, his voice distinctly higher than normal.

"Sure is," Kazu replied, waving to the camera. "Look, people are starting to join!"

Sure enough the viewer count steadily goes upward, first two, and then five, and now it's at twelve.

"Alright!" Kazunari claps his hands. "We should introduce ourselves. My name is Kazunari Miyoshi, find me on InstaBlam." He winks and makes double finger guns at the camera. "You might also know me from my roles in Mankai's Summer Troupe plays."

He beams, watching as a comment appears, full of hearts, and then another one. They're at twenty viewers now. He nudges Tsuzuru, encouraging him to speak.

"H-hello!" Tsuzuru bows his head, a blush starting to dust his cheeks at the idea of being under scrutiny. "My name is Tsuzuru Minagi. I'm a member of the Spring Troupe, and the Mankai Company's amateur playwright."

Kazunari slings an arm around his friend's shoulders, much to Tsuzuru's annoyance. "Amateur? Don't be modest. This guy's a pro." Kazunari tells the camera, poking Tsuzuru's cheek before being batted away.

Kazu laughs, checking the status of the stream before continuing.

they seem cute lol

do you think they're close

I bet blondie is the top

Huh? He shrugs off the last comment and puts on a smile. Gotta focus on being entertaining.

"Okay, so now that we've made ourselves known. The rest is up to you guys! What do you want to know about us? Do you have any requests?"

Tsuzuru gives a start at this. "You mean you don't have anything planned?" He hisses, his cheeks really starting to flame now.

"That's the whole point of a livestream!" He grins in reply. "Anything can happen."

Kazunari turns his attention to the comments as more of them begin to roll in. Fifty viewers now.

He skims the first few question, skipping over a couple that seem a little weird.

"Do we like each other? Yeah, of course we do!" He says proudly. "Tsuzuroon and I go way back."

Tsuzuru makes a noise of protest. "Just because we've known each other a long time, that doesn't necessarily mean-"

But Kazunari interrupts him, pointing at the screen. "Oh my god, 'take off your shirt'?" he laughs and wiggles his eyebrows directly at the camera, giving it his most heart-stopping smoulder. "Such naughty fans... but I assure you, you would not be disappointed."

Tsuzuru roughly pulls Kazu back down into his seat. "What are you doing?! That's definitely not professional!"

"Fanservice, Tsuzuroon~" Kazunari laughs under his breath, thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to tease their fans. "Remember, we're supposed to be taking requests."

"Yeah, but that's a little too far, don't you think?" Tsuzuru pinches the bridge of his nose, already developing a headache from Kazu's antics.

"Come on, it's just a little teasing. No harm in that." Kazunari pouts. He grabs Tsuzuru by the shoulders, trying to convince him. "Don't be such a stick in the mud, bro. You don't want to end up all old and grumpy like Frooch, do you?"

This does grab Tsuzuru's attention. He looks like he wants to refute the point, but decides not to argue. "... No." He says with a sigh of resignation.

"That's the spirit! You just gotta lighten up a little," Kazunari ruffles his friend's hair and is quickly swatted away. He returns his attention to the screen.

Holy- 300 viewers?!

"When did that happen?" He mutters to himself, skimming through more comments.

did you see the way he HELD him??? so tender... ♡

omfg i ship it already 😍

what's their couple name?? sksksksks

Oh. The gears in Kazu's mind start turning. The flurry of activity and new viewers was sparked by... him giving Tsuzuru a pep talk?

More specifically that he held Tsuzuru for a moment.

Now, Kazunari may be dumb, but he isn't stupid. Even though it wasn't like that between them... maybe they could give a little more of that type of fanservice.

After all, he and Tsuzuru are close. They've shared a room before. They've seen each other in their underwear at various times during their high school and college years.

It wouldn't be weird, right?

His eyes catch on a comment.

he looked so cute when you touched him kazunari... do it again pls? ♡♡♡

Touch him? Well, that's easy enough. They didn't say he had to touch somewhere too personal.

A smile grows on Kazunari's face and he gives Tsuzuru a sidelong glance. "Follow my lead, Tsuzuroon?"

Tsuzuru, who is still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Kazunari might view him as a Sakyo-in-progress, brings himself out of his musings and finds these new words from Kazu to be just as confusing.

"What do you mean?"

"Fanservice," Kazunari replies, leaning closer to Tsuzuru.

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It felt... nice. To be held. By him.

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starswornoaths · 4 years

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Something like Home

Two years ago, on the dot, I posted my first fic of my Warrior of Light and Aymeric.

Today, I won’t even clickbait you with a summary: this is the part they get together.

Word count: 4,950

Scarcely back at Fortemps Manor from Providence Point, Serella and Alphinaud had been taken aback when informed that Lucia, Hilda, Tataru, and Y’Shtola were awaiting their return in Serella’s room, intent on helping her get ready for the celebrations.

The collective snark they brought to bear, however, Serella had expected.

Alphinaud spied her hairpin, sat in its box on her dresser as she brushed her hair, and mused aloud how he had thought he had last seen it shattered on the Steps of Faith.

“The Lord Commander commissioned its restoration,” Lucia replied smoothly. “If I recall correctly, t’was as a token of his appreciation for her efforts.”

“Appreciation indeed,” Alphinaud teased. His eyes sparkled with mirth. “Purely a politically symbolic gesture, I am certain. Much thought has clearly been put into the work; I have seen engagement rings made with less care for detail.”

Y’Shtola mused that it seemed she had missed more than she had thought in her absence, and Hilda’s cackle was nearly drowned out by the roaring in Serella’s ears as they burned. Much as she might have felt a smidge picked on, she knew everyone was there to support her, good natured ribbing besides. Having so many that had grown to be so dear to her, however, felt just a little overwhelming, unaccustomed to such extensive found family as she was.

Then Lucia gently took her hairbrush from her, helped pleat her hair with her hairpin, and spoke fondly of having a sister again, and she felt overwhelmed for entirely different reasons.

Lucia’s was a deft hand, Hilda insisted on smudging Serella’s eyes with kohl, and the Paladin was ready to finish the rest herself with ample time to spare. Thus did the group usher themselves out with broad grins and wishes of luck for the night. She wasn’t entirely sure what they were even wishing her luck for.

She was relieved to already have a dress— one less thing to fret over in days both recent and busy. Black and long and flowing as the sea with an open back panel, it suited well enough. Though as she slipped it on over a voluminous matching petticoat, she realized the last time she had worn it had also been when she and Aymeric had danced in the ballroom just down the hall. Was that considered distasteful, she suddenly wondered, to use a dress a second time with the same dance partner— oh gods, but why did the term ‘partner,’ make her insides jump the way it did? It had been...nearly half a year ago, surely it was fine! She smoothed her hands down the front of her skirts, fidgeting.

Her hands seemed grotesque to her against the softness of the garment. She felt too rough all over to be in such finery. After considering the state of her scarred, calloused hands, she donned a pair of short gloves to hide them.

A knock came at the door just as she had begun to fiddle nervously with a necklace, debating on whether it would suit. She bade them enter without looking up.

“Serella?” She gasped when Aymeric called hesitantly. When she nearly dropped the necklace and spun to face him he seemed taken aback himself, his eyes widening at the sight of her. “Forgive me, I meant not to startle you—”

“No, no, I told you to come in.” He drew near, and she was transfixed by how good he looked in his suit, all blacks and blues and clean lines. “Apparently I can’t get my fingers to work for me— but I don’t want to keep you waiting—”

“May I?” He asked, and held out his hand.

Flustered into silence, she set the delicate chain in his palm with a word of thanks and spun to let him place it on her neck.

A move she immediately regretted the moment she felt his hands softly trace the sheer fabric over her neck to pull her necklace around, felt his breath caress the bare skin peeking over her collar, felt him close enough that she swore she felt his warmth against her back. Why was it suddenly so hard to think?

“There we are.” Aymeric said softly after what felt like an eternity.

Serella reminded herself that breathing was a necessity, and managed to remember how to by the time she turned to face him with a sheepish grin. His own smile looked just a touch boyish but wholly devastating.

“How does it look?” Her nerves got the better of her and bade she ask.

“Beautiful, as ever.” He replied, and much like when he had said it on that towering spire, he made no effort to pretend to look at the necklace.

Curious.

“My thanks.” She murmured.

“My pleasure.” His tone matched hers. After a moment, he cleared his throat. “Now, pray correct me if I am mistaken, but I believe I have been charged with escorting the guest of honor to the festivities, have I not?”

“I wasn’t aware I was deemed such?”

“If not to others, certainly to me.” His smile widened, and he offered her his arm. “And it would not do to make you late besides. Pray permit me escort you, Mistress Arcbane?"

“With you, Ser Aymeric?” She threaded her arm through his with a grin. “I would go anywhere."

His laugh was bright but bashful, and he led her out of the Manor with soft steps and a softer smile. She waved off his concern for a cloak— with such a thick petticoat under her dress and long sleeves besides, it seemed unnecessary. She did, however, use it as ample excuse to help him adjust the clasp on his; turnabout being fair play and all. He was already flushed to the tips of his ears before they had stepped out into the cold.

Aymeric’s swiftness surprised her, as he skipped the few steps down and held his hand out for her to hold as she gathered her skirts and stepped onto the cobblestone street. Serella couldn’t help but feel just a little thrilled at his startled but delighted smile when she forewent decorum and laced their fingers together. Declining a cloak seemed a wise choice; she already felt overly warm for their nearness.

Their merriment maintained whilst they meandered through the street toward the forum that held tonight’s celebration. As they stepped inside and Aymeric had his cloak taken, Serella realized with a start that she had never stepped foot inside this building. With vast, vaulted ceilings, marble floors polished to a shine, and wide, ornately framed windows leading to sparsely used balconies all ensconced in a warm glow, she couldn’t help but think of the glittering castles in all those fairy tale books her Da read to her as a child. It was almost enough to distract her from the buzzing of aether and overall excitement that bombarded her from every angle, from every guest.

Before she could even think to fidget nervously with her skirts, her companion returned with a soft word spoken in her ear and a gentle hand at the small of her back, and all at once nothing else mattered, so long as he never stopped looking at her with such warmth.

“I fear well wishers hoping to speak with you will inevitably separate us.” Aymeric warned quietly in her ear. “Perhaps not at first, but—”

“If they don’t, those wanting to speak with you certainly will,” Serella mused, and he made a noise of agreement. “Much as I would love nothing more than to spend the whole evening at your side, best we keep our expectations realistic.”

“Aye. Might I then ask of you two indulgences?” Aymeric deftly moved them through the crowd toward one of the rounded pillars surrounding the already crowded dance floor.

String music floated above the crowds like smoke, its heady yet soft siren call stirring the dancers to twirl along the floor. Loud enough to be heard, though not so loud they could not still whisper to one another, she noted when they ducked behind their chosen pillar.

“You can always ask more of me than that, dear one.”

“Indeed?” Aymeric seemed caught off guard, though he cleared his throat behind his hand attempting to — poorly — hide his blush. His ears always give him away, she noted. “...Nay, I would not abuse such a privilege. I only ask for one dance, and that you might perhaps offer me your company at night’s end.” He quickly added, “I would never wish to presume, however— you need not do either!”

Ask more of me still, she silently begged him.

“How serendipitous! I had hoped for much the same, my lord, though only if you were amenable.” When he startled at that, she arched a brow. “Is that so strange?”

“Strange, aye, though ‘tis most welcome.” He smiled. “I am far more accustomed to demands of my time for my use, rather than requests for want of my company.”

“Surely someone’s asked to spend time with you for leisure— a dance, at least?” When he did not answer and instead adopted a peculiar expression on his face, she asked, aghast, “Have you never had someone just ask you for a dance?”

"I have been asked after to seek people to dance." Was his reply.

"Not the same.” She tried, and failed, to not grimace. "Have you been asked if you would like to dance?"

"I am unsure of the difference."

Wordlessly, she stepped in front of him, releasing her hand from his. He looked at her ponderously as she curtsied low with a swish of her skirts.

"Ser Aymeric," she addressed him. "Would you do me the honor of a dance?" She asked as she rose from her curtsy to offer him her hand.

Aymeric made no effort to hide his bewildered smile, nor the flush that darkened his cheeks and pulled to the tips of his ears, even as he bowed deeply in kind.

"The honor would be mine." He said, and took her hand. The hand not holding hers moved to the small of her back once he had led them to the dance floor, and the familiarity of the gesture soothed and stirred her all at once. "You needn't have done that." He whispered as he drew her close. "I would have asked you for a dance, given time."

"I wanted to— and you should be asked." She smiled as they counted themselves into the dance, slipping into the stream of gowns and galavanting nobles. "So many ask so much of you, yet not of you. Never ask you to dance, or what book you’re reading. If you’re well." She lowered her gaze to his neck and watched his throat bob with a heavy swallow. "Someone should. You deserve that."

“As you always have?” Aymeric asked, and though he had leaned some ilms closer, it was clear in the way his eyes widened slightly the moment the words left his lips that he hadn’t meant to.

The endearing fool, he had to know her heart. He had to.

“As I always will.” Serella promised him— and salvaged their rhythm when his footsteps faltered.

“Forgive me!” Aymeric laughed as he recovered, and she returned lead to him. “T’would seem my footwork is clumsy tonight— though yours has improved drastically.”

“Certainly better than toddling atop your boot, my lord.” She laughed with him as he guided them in a twirl. “Though all credit goes to my mentor. I worked with the best.”

“I recall such, ‘toddling,’ rather fondly.”

“Aymeric, please. Your toes must have been bruised for days after.” She flushed hotly when she recalled how silly she felt, her injured foot on his boot as they danced for no other reason than wanting to.

“Any moment I have with you is a moment I cherish. Bruised toes and all.” Almost imperceptibly, she felt his hand on the small of her back pull her closer and spin them just off the dance floor to hold them both still in that moment. “Have I...failed to make that clear...?”

Distantly aware of the music tapering off and the dancers skittering off the dance floor, Serella’s focus closed in until it was only them, only the warmth of his hands and the way his Kyanite eyes held her gaze. Though they had stopped dancing, she still felt as though she were spinning, moving and still all at once. She let go of his leading hand to press it against his chest to stabilize herself, to ground herself and remind herself that this was real.

“...No,” Serella admitted slowly, and swallowed thickly when his freed hand tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Though I would not presume to know your heart. And...I don’t need to, to want to guard it as closely as I do.”

Oh, the look he gave her then broke her heart. He looked at her in stunned silence, as if he couldn’t believe someone felt that about him.

“I—” Aymeric’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat to try again, “I believe...I have a question I must yet ask you.”

“I do recall.” She whispered, thrilled and terrified.

“Would you— rather, should I—”

When a hand clapped her shoulder she nearly jumped out of her skin, transfixed as she was. Her startled, not quite choked back yelp of alarm was drowned out by the jovial cheer of the man who had done it— a knight from the final battle at the Steps of Faith, she distantly realized when she faced him...and his gaggle of friends. Uthengentle was among them, and looked stricken as he mouthed, “I’m so sorry,” to her from behind their backs.

“Slayer of Nidhogg!” The man whose hand remained on her shoulder cried. “The hero of the hour!”

“One of.” She corrected on reflex.

“Come, come! Let us share a drink!”

They seemed either too inebriated to notice the Lord Commander’s arms around her, or had decided the chance to speak with her was worth the risk of his ire. She felt cold in a way she couldn’t describe when he released her. She offered him her best “as expected,” smile and a shrug of her shoulder. A gesture he returned, though gave her hand a squeeze.

“We shall speak later.” He promised her.

She was quickly absorbed into the crowd and pulled away. Though Serella wasn’t surprised Uthengentle was among them, she was glad to have him there beside her to slip him what drinks she was given. For his part, he had no qualms emptying them each in one judicious gulp.

Had he clearly not been having so much fun, she might have felt bad.

There was much cheering and congratulating, and even more posturing for personal accomplishments from the knights. She just hoped her interest came across as genuine, despite feeling her nerves fray at the edges from being crowded by so many people at once, around so much electric aether and energy that she faintly felt her teeth buzzing.

When she managed to discreetly spare a glance around for Aymeric between speaking with the knights moving in and out of the group, she noticed that he, too, was now being accosted by nobles all seeking to eagerly shake his hand or speak with him in animated, low whispers. She could only guess what for, but opted to not dwell overly much; she might get even more overwhelmed than she already felt.

Oh well. There were positives, despite having been interrupted again at such an important moment. At least the group had managed to corner her by the food table. The petit fours were divine.

When Uthengentle managed, in his inebriated enthusiasm, to see her freed from the rowdy knights by herding them away from the venue entirely with the promise of an axe throwing competition, she wasn’t sure whether to feel impressed or concerned. They stumbled out of the ballroom before she had decided, though as she popped the last petit four on the tray in her mouth and made her hasty retreat, she decided that was a concern for the morrow.

Tonight, there was a promise she would see kept.

"There you are.” Serella turned at Aymeric’s relieved sigh. She noticed he looked a touch wearier now, though the pinch in his smile eased as he drew near. “Pray forgive me— I had thought we would have at least one dance uninterrupted.”

“We may yet,” she said with a shrug and a smile to hide the way her nerves prickled against her skin from the overstimulation. “I...I need some air. Just for a moment.” She pointed at one of the balconies shadowed by a support pillar. She turned back to him. “Would you be amenable to join me when you have a moment— only—” she caught herself in the middle of asking with a soft curse under her breath. “If you like. I’m certainly not going to demand you find me.”

“I would ever follow you, Mistress Arcbane.” Aymeric reassured her warmly. “Pray let me shake off the last of those who would speak with me, and I will be there anon.”

“Only if it pleases.”

“Very little could please me more.”

“Then I will see you anon.” She managed to stammer through the burning heat creeping up her neck.

Scarcely registering that yet another noble was clapping him on the back, uninvited, to insert themselves at his side, she spun and made for the balcony. Between his searing earnestness and her own acute awareness of how the walls seemed to close in from the moment she had been crowded by well wishers, the icy breeze on her face felt akin to a fever breaking.

She shut the gilded glass doors behind her and leaned against them for a moment, her chest heaving. The open panel at the back of her dress made her shiver at the cold of the glass, but it was welcome, bracing, and she sighed in relief. When her breathing calmed, she pushed off the door and smoothed her skirts.

Despite the small space of the balcony, it was blessedly dark and empty, with undisturbed snow dusting the stone beneath her feet and fat, powdery flakes that gently drifted down filling the balcony with soft calm. The muted quiet was a sanctuary, a bastion carved out of the revelry and barricaded thinly enough she could hear the low roar of the festivities continuing inside.

Even the cold could not take away from the utter peace that ensconced her as she stepped away from the door and near the marble railing. As she looked out to the picturesque steeples and spires of the city she couldn’t help but marvel at how she had somehow come to call such a harsh, glacial palace of not quite pristinely preserved tradition home, even as her lips had long since forgotten how to form the word.

Though fire shards twinkled in brass lanterns about the railings and cast faint, flickering light that made the snow glimmer like starlight, it was not enough to entirely stave off the Coerthan chill. She was glad for the many petticoats she wore beneath her dress when the wind whispered wickedly; even as she shivered, she knew the cold could have bitten her much harder than it did.

When Serella heard the door click open, she turned to see Aymeric slip outside and shut the door behind him. He had gone for his cloak on the way, she realized when she saw the dark fabric draped over his arm. He gave her the most relieved smile he’d had since they arrived as he drew near.

“Forgive me for taking so long,” he said in a near whisper when he had drawn himself to her side. “I was beginning to fear I would never slip away.”

“I wasn’t waiting so long,” Serella reassured him, despite losing track of time. “I just hope your sanity wasn’t pressed too thin.”

“I am accustomed to such prodding. I am far more concerned with you, Mistress Arcbane.”

Though his crystalline eyes were warm his scrutiny was undeniable, and he must have seen something that worried him, if the crease in his brow was any indicator. She could feel his concern— and something warmer with it— radiating off him, and despite the cold she felt only comfort for his presence. Despite this, she shivered.

Unfurling his cloak from his arm, he took care in draping it over her shoulders. She shuddered as he fiddled to close the clasp at her collarbone, its thick, soft fabric thawing her enough to make her skin prickle with sensation she had not realized she’d lost.

"Ah, hadn't noticed how cold I was." She hummed softly. The need to touch, to be reminded that this was real inspired her to tuck her gloves away and bring her hands up and place them over his just as he had pulled the hood over her head, her arms peeking out from beneath the veil of his cloak. “Thank you.”

“T’was the least I could do, for how you have cared for me.” His face flushed but he made no effort to draw his hands away.

"Maybe," she said, thumbs stroking his skin. "Still." she lifted her head to meet his gaze. "You asked to know my heart, before," she whispered, and his hands flexed beneath her gentle grip. "If you still wished to know, I would tell you. You need only ask."

"I do," he breathed, and she watched him swallow heavily. "More than I could possibly say, though…” he chewed on his bottom lip— a rarity, as far as she was aware. “Though I would not presume to know, I fear in asking I might only hurt us both.”

“What do you mean?” Serella asked with a tilt of her head, unsure of what to expect with the turn his words had taken.

“I…’tis as I said, I have presumed naught of your heart. I will not start now, but…I hope that you feel as I do. Though...” He took a calming breath, and though Serella’s heart near felt ready to beat out of her chest she did not prompt him to continue before he was ready. “Much as I might wish for it not to be so, you will leave Ishgard. Your duty compels you thus.”

Fighting against her own assumptions and the sinking feeling in her stomach, she nodded, unable to lie to him.

“I would never want that to change— your want to help others, your compulsion to act where others cannot or will not, has been an inspiration to others. To me. I would not ask you stay— not even in bearing my heart.” He closed his eyes a moment, swallowed, and persevered with quiet conviction, “I would ask to know your heart all the same, so long as I do not hurt you in so doing. But a word from you would silence me forever on the matter.”

The ache in her chest was sweet and warm, but the agonizing tenderness in his gaze made her timid, and she lowered her eyes to their joined hands. With the care of handling a holy relic— for he was blessed by the kiss of winter, anointed in the amber glow of the lamps, in the way he burned so, so brightly all his own— she smoothed her thumbs over the backs of his hands in slow, soft strokes.

“You are correct on all points, Ser Aymeric.” She began, and gently reaffirmed her grip on his hands when he startled with an anguished, shuddering breath. “Save for one.”

She looked up at him then, and took a moment— only ever one— to study the thousand expressions that crossed his face. His throat bobbed heavily with a swallow as he rasped, “One…?”

“You’re right: I will leave. I’ll leave anywhere I go— such is the life of an adventurer.” Not once did she cease softly stroking his hands, holding them near to her like precious, impossible treasures. Coveted, resplendent, to be cherished and cared for. “But you speak as if I will never return...and for that, you speak incorrectly.” His wide, hopeful stare emboldened her, and before she realized what she was doing she was pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “We’ve done enough dancing, dear one. Ask me or don’t, I’ll tell you all the same. I can’t hide my heart anymore.”

“...Nor I.” Aymeric admitted, his expression softening. “Though for how oft I have asked you to act in bravery for my home—”

“Our home.” She corrected.

“...Our home.” He all but mouthed the words, smiling wide with a shuddering exhale. “I think it only meet that I offer mine own before I ask aught more of you.” When she did not interrupt him, he took a steadying breath, and held her gaze with those too bright eyes of his. "I care for you greatly— more than I have likely let on." He gently slid his hands from the cloak that was clasped at her neck, cupping her face in both of his hands. "It feels as though I have longed for you from the first— though I cannot place precisely where such feelings began.” He swallowed thickly. “But know that I would never force my affections on you. ‘Tis as I said: but a word from you would silence me forever."

In the ensuing stillness, she let the confession settle gently, warmly on her shoulders, her eyes drifting shut as she pressed her face deeper into his hands. For all the palaver they had exchanged, all the walls they had built between their hearts to keep themselves safe, being allowed into the hallowed halls of his heart felt like coming home. He was waiting on an answer— he deserved one, and she was ready to give one, but she lingered in the doorway of his soul and took in the comfort of a feeling she had forgotten for so long, remembered anew thanks to his care.

"My heart beats for you. I can't put it any other way." She could have given a more verbose, lyrical confession, perhaps even admitted to how deeply she already loved him, but to wax poetic when he seemed to be holding his breath in anticipation for her response would be cruel. They both needed to breathe in this stillness together. It had been long overdue. "It's been that way for so long, I don't remember how it beat before." She braved meeting his eyes and oh, he looked so happy she wanted to weep. “I’ll eventually leave Ishgard. I’ll have to. But I’ll always come back. It’s home now, after all. You’re home now, after all.”

“And you are certain?” Aymeric asked in breathless hope. “Even after everything that’s happened?”

“Especially with everything that’s happened, dear one.” She replied in a low voice. “After everything that’s led me to this moment, in this place…from the moment I came here, I could tell Ishgard was a house with good bones, but had been neglected. We’ve torn out much of the rotted wood, you and I, that it would be a home for more than just the elite. But...but it’s more than that.” With a huff, she attempted to wrangle her words into cooperation. “I remembered what home felt like for the first time in some twenty years, the moment I realized you saw me for more than my title.”

He gave a startled, disbelieving laugh, and bent his head to gently let their foreheads touch.

“It never ceases to amaze me, how easily you can say what is in my heart back to me.” He whispered, just before tremblingly, at long last, they unmade the distance between them entirely.

This was not the rushed, impulsive moment of weakness in the Churning Mists, nor the stuff of romance novels. It was a sigh of relief, a homecoming, a feeling of hands in hair and the understanding that neither of them would ever be warm without the other again. She let herself sink into that feeling, of the understanding that his heart had so closely attuned to hers that she had not realized she was feeling both of them falling in tandem together.

He pulled back after a moment, only just barely, their crystallized breaths still mingling, and she could sense the moment of doubt clouding his mind.

"Should we...?"

Such hesitation no longer suited them, she decided, and pulled him back to her for another kiss. He seemed in agreement, melting bodily against her and gathering her as closely as he could, holding her as tightly as he dared.

She wished he dared more.

"I think," she whispered, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "We should."

"Ah," he breathed, and kissed her. "Good."

He kissed her again, and hummed softly when she nipped lightly at his bottom lip. His leg buckled for the briefest of moments when he broke away from her, panting heavily. "I fear this setting to be far too public." He kissed her once more as if powerless to stop himself. "I propose we adjourn somewhere more private."

"To what end?" She asked coyly, in a blissful, contented daze.

He kissed her forehead as if to ground himself.

"What indeed." He moaned when she rocked up on her toes to kiss him again. When they eventually broke apart, he breathed against her lips, "Would you come with me, Mistress Arcbane?"

"With you, Ser Aymeric?" She removed his cloak and draped it around him. "I would go anywhere."

For anywhere was home, so long as it was with him.

#ffxiv #Aymeric de Borel #Serella Arcbane #I am as ever your shield #oh hey this time I didn't make christmas sad!#\o/#Happiest of Holidays to everyone!#I hope you enjoy!#why yes this was entirely self indulgent and fluffy and saccharine #tis the season and all :>

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luvdsc · 4 years

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mark lee sucks at technology.

tap the heart if you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on your best friend!

pairing :: lee mark x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + social influencer au word count :: 5,883 words warnings :: none playlist :: dumb stuff (lany) ⋆ feeling (coin) ⋆ so far so good (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ electric love (børns) ⋆ love by mistake (bad suns) author’s note :: i was debating if i should post it on his bday instead, but i decided to drop it earlier, so uh, happy (approx. one week early) bday to mister absolutely fully capable (except when it comes to tech stuff) !!!! thank you for blessing us with your god tier raps ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

In your required upper division business course aptly titled “Essential Marketing Strategies,” you had learned about a concept called personal brands. A personal brand is explained as the first impression a person wishes to perceive based on their own experiences, qualifications, and achievements. Your professor had told you and your classmates to pick three words to define your own brand. For instance, you chose to label yourself as charismatic, fun, and creative.

Your best friend’s brand would be awkward, endearing, and technologically challenged.

Okay, so that is definitely more than three words, but who’s counting? You might as well tack on “Y/N’s big fat crush” at this rate because everyone and their mother knows that you carry a torch—or more accurately, a blazing wildfire that can easily be spotted from Pluto—for your best friend.

Well, to be more precise, you should probably say everyone, except Mark, knows. And that’s not for lack of trying either. You completely dropped the art of delicate subtlety months ago already. Maybe you should add “hopelessly oblivious” instead.

The rolling end credits to the sixth Harry Potter film are playing on the screen in front of you, signaling the nearing end of your magical movie marathon. You’re seated on the worn down couch in Mark and Donghyuck’s shared apartment, watching the former make his drink with the fancy, gently used Keurig newly settled on the scratched countertop. Johnny dropped it off a few days ago because he had splurged on a better coffee machine (“It even makes Instagram worthy whipped frappuccinos!”) and didn’t want his old, but still perfectly functioning caffeine provider going to waste.

“What’s wrong with this thing?” Mark slaps the side of the machine, and it starts to emit a low whirring noise. “Oh, that’s good, right? That sound is good, you think?”

His question is immediately answered by the sad squirt of hot water speckled with coffee grinds falling into his mug for a few seconds before the machine shuts off.

“What the hell?” he mutters angrily, carding his hand through his hair in frustration, and you finally decide to take pity on your best friend. Getting up from the comfy spot you know you sadly won’t be able to recreate perfectly again later, you stride over to where your best friend stands and flip open the top of the Keurig.

“Hyuck didn’t take out his used coffee pod,” you say, pulling out the incriminating evidence of your best friend’s roommate and disposing it in the trash can next to the refrigerator. “Where’s the espresso one you’re gonna use? Why didn’t you put that in?”

His jaw slackens, and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze and mumbling, “I thought I’d just open it later and pour it into my hot water.”

“Mark,” you start, placing your hands on his shoulders firmly and staring into his eyes with a serious look on your face. “Please know that I’m saying this in the most loving way possible, but you are an absolute idiot.”

You release your grip on his shoulders and grab the espresso pod dangling from his fingertips before slotting it into the Keurig. You remove the mug he placed underneath the spout and wash out the accidental coffee water before placing it back in its original position and pressing the start button on the machine. With a sigh, you lean against the side of the counter, glancing at your friend who looks like a child being scolded for stealing from the cookie jar.

“If you pour the pod into your mug, are you just going to chug all the loose coffee grinds, too?”

“... I didn’t think that far ahead.” His lips start to unintentionally form a tiny pout, and your eyes (and your heart, too) soften.

You’re very relieved that Donghyuck is off filming with your friend because he definitely would be making fun of your heart eyes that frequently make an appearance around a certain Mark Lee. Which you always deny. Because you certainly do not have a gigantic crush on your technologically inept best friend.

You glance over at him again and have to physically fight yourself to resist the urge to kiss his cute pout away. Okay, so maybe you harbor a very respectable, medium sized crush. But it's no big deal. It’s completely under control. Unless you’re counting the fact that your best friend is still unaware, and you’re running out of ideas to try and see if he likes you back before you actually shoot your shot. Then it’s very much not under control because you’re losing sleep over it and you don’t know what to do to be any more obvious without stating the, well, obvious.

“Well, now you know. If you forget, you can FaceTime me and I’ll give you instructions on how it works.” You pat his shoulder reassuringly before pausing. “Wait, you do know how to FaceTime, right?”

“Yes!” he exclaims, sulking even more before confessing in a quieter, defeated tone, “Hyuck showed me last month.”

Mark grabs his finished drink and follows behind you, settling back onto the couch next to you. The streaming service already has Deathly Hallows Part 1 in the queue and ready to go, and your best friend is ready to click play until he notices your attention being focused on the smaller screen in your hands. He wonders if you’re about to post another one of your popular cooking videos on that app that shares a name with the most iconic song of the 2000s (hint: the name of the song’s singer is made up of four letters and a dollar sign).

“Are you uploading one of your videos?” he implores before taking a sip of his drink with a satisfied smile. Somehow, it always tastes better when you make it, and he can’t figure out why for the life of him. When he went to Johnny’s place, his older friend uses the exact same pod and water ratio for his espresso, and yet, it’s never as good as yours.

“Nah, I’m ordering my grocery delivery before I forget. Do you want anything?” You select the option to load your usual grocery items into your cart before debating on whether or not you should splurge on buying several packages of those seasonal Pillsbury sugar cookies that only come in stock during certain holidays. It seems like such an insult to the entire premise of your Tiktok account based on baking and cooking, but you’re an absolute sucker for those soft pastries.

“Yeah, can you get me a Shin Ramyun ten pack? Hyuck ate the last one two days ago and didn’t tell me.”

“You sure you don’t want ten boxes again?” You decide to get those Pillsbury sugary delights, happily adding three boxes to your cart. Everybody has a weakness, and yours just so happens to be a premade one way ticket to diabetes. You’re here for a good, delicious time, not a long time.

“No! That was an accident!” He objects, flailing his hands around, before falling back against the couch cushions in defeat. “But Hyuck does all the online grocery shopping now.”

“Thank god. You guys finally have quality toilet paper again.”

The past month of bathroom occurrences was plagued with scratchy tissue that felt more like goddamn sandpaper from the horrible depths of hell. To be honest, you probably would have rather used actual sandpaper, given the choice. You even made sure not to drink too much water any time you came over, but today, you decided to splurge on a venti passion fruit iced tea with sweetener from that very popular franchise sporting a mermaid logo and fiscally cosmic name. To your pleasant surprise, your trip to the toilet this time was wonderfully padded with Charmin Ultra Soft, not that absolutely awful off brand one with the gross texture of a dried pinecone from inferno.

“Hey, that toilet paper was a good steal! It was a three for one deal,” Mark protests, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Wow, I wonder why it was priced so low.” You deadpan, and Mark blanches, recalling all those restroom incidents that were rather rough. Literally.

“Anyway, do you think my viewers wanna see me make chocolate crinkle cookies or mochi doughnuts?” You bring up the two recipes you managed to perfect and add your own spin to on your phone, eyes scanning the ingredient lists.

“Both. And tell me when you’re making them, so I can come over and eat them.” He gives you a wide grin, and you let out a snort at that. His smile only grows as he says happily, “I love your job.”

“You only love it because you can freeload off of me,” you jest, but nevertheless begin to start to add all the ingredients for both recipes to your shopping cart. You always film cooking videos on Tuesdays, edit on Wednesdays, keep Thursdays free for last minute touch ups and emergencies, and post one every week on Fridays with other various random videos uploaded whenever in between. With that in mind, you schedule your upcoming grocery delivery for Monday.

“Hey, you need me. I’m the best taste tester.” He puffs up his chest proudly before hastily tacking on a more genuine reason. “And because I’d starve without you. I can’t live off of instant ramen and frozen chicken nuggets forever. Gordon Ramsay already confirmed my shitty cooking skills. I need you to survive.”

“Oh my god, when I uploaded those pics of your scrambled eggs on Twitter, I lost like a hundred followers in less than a minute.” You confirm the delivery and place your phone on the coffee table, picking up the opened bag of Cheeto puffs before settling back in your seat. “My cooking credibility was completely shot. I had to explain to my fans that I didn’t make those.”

“Yeah, but now everyone calls me Eggy Boi online!” he whines, and you laugh. You have to admit, it’s quite a funny play on the whole “edgy boi” terminology. You wonder if Mark will find it amusing if he discovers his roommate is the culprit behind his new online persona (He probably won’t, and you reckon Donghyuck enjoys living in a safe space where he doesn’t have to sleep with one eye open, so you stay quiet about it. You’ll use it as leverage some other time).

“Okay, Eggy Boi, come by on Tuesday because I’ll be baking in the afternoon,” you say casually, grabbing the remote control from your best friend and pressing play.

You very narrowly avoid a green gummy bear to the face. It lands somewhere behind the couch, lost forever to the dust bunnies and other snacks that missed its target. You know for a fact that it’ll stay there until the boys decide to move to a new apartment. Mark grumbles at the miss, biting off the head of a red cherry flavored gummy bear perhaps a little harder than necessary.

“I hate you. But I’m still coming over next week because I want a doughnut.”

“No cookie?”

“... and a cookie. Maybe two.”

Wednesday comes faster than you expected, and you’re currently holed up in your apartment’s second bedroom—which you had transformed into a snazzy office space—completing the edits to your second video on mochi doughnuts. You already finished polishing the one about the cookies earlier, thank goodness. If you had to stare at your computer screen for another three hours, you would rather eat those pastries Mark tried to make two months ago, but had mistaken salt for sugar. Adding a cup of salt to any baked good is an extremely effective way to make anyone who tasted your best friend’s brownies experience a trip to the beach. Because they essentially just swallowed a mouthful of sand and ocean water. Because it’s salty as heck. Just like Mark was when you told him.

Speaking of your best friend, he’s currently puttering around in your kitchen doing god knows what. He knows better than to try another recipe and possibly blow up your number one moneymaker—your prized oven—in the process. Your heart nearly drops when your ears pick up the faint chopping sounds of a knife against your wooden cutting board. Is he going to try to temper chocolate again? He nearly burned through your entire stock of dark, milk, and white chocolate last time.

After much contemplation and deciding that you deserve a good procrastination break and a fully intact kitchen, you’re about to go out and see what he’s up to when Mark timidly appears in your doorway, clutching onto a white bowl of watermelon cubes with a fork tucked neatly in it. He shuffles in, dropping the snack on your desk before turning to walk out without a word, not wanting to disturb your work mode.

Your heart warms up at the sight, and you speak up, a small smile slipping into your face. “What’s this for?”

“Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast.” He pauses in the doorway and adds on sheepishly, “And I can't cook anything, so this is what you get.”

Your heart swells tenfold, and your smile widens even more as you spear a piece of fruit with the fork and quickly pop it into your mouth. “Thanks, Marky.”

His cheeks flush with a pretty shade of carmine, and he fails to suppress the little giddy smile that appears on his face at your nickname for him. He walks out of your office, reddened cheeks still rising up higher than ever. “Y-Yeah, of course. No problem.”

By the time you finish adding the final few touches to your edited video, the bowl of watermelon has been picked clean. You save your video and transfer both of your completed projects to your phone, making a mental note to schedule their uploads and add them to your account’s posting queue later. Shoving your phone in the pocket of your sweats after ensuring the successful transfer of your videos, you pick up the empty dish and walk out towards the kitchen, the silver fork clinking against the side of the bowl with every step.

As you wash the dish and utensil, Mark wanders over from his spot on the couch, leaning forward and casually placing his chin on your shoulder. Almost instantaneously, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you briefly fantasize about your best friend wrapping his arms around your waist and how domestic and sweet the two of you would look, like one of those cheesy couples the two of you always made fun of.

“What’s up?” you ask, making a conscious effort to hold your voice steady and not waver over the fact that Mark is basically draped over you. After you place the dish on the drying rack, you turn around to face your best friend, sorely miscalculating the distance as mere inches separate your face from his now.

“I—” Puberty decides to make an ugly appearance in the form of an ill timed voice crack, and he internally curses as he takes a step back, willing the incoming blush to go away. Letting out a small cough, he tries again, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I, um, Jisung sent me some kind of dance video. He said it’s a challenge? I kinda don’t know what to do with it? Like do I make a new dance, record myself, and send it back? Actually, isn't it easier to just do a dance battle face to face?”

“Can I see the video?” You already have a good idea on what the video will be, but you want to confirm it. Mark fumbles with his phone, pulling up the video in his text messages. He angles the phone towards you for you to see, and you grab his hand, bringing the device a little closer to you for a better look and clicking play.

“Oh, it’s a Tiktok challenge! He’s doing the Say So dance!” you exclaim, recognizing the song almost immediately as your eyes follow the fluid dance moves, completely enthralled. “So a challenge isn’t going up against someone, like a battle. It’s just some kind of trend or concept that you try to copy yourself. You’re supposed to learn the same dance and record yourself for this one. I can show you some other challenges and help you practice and record this one tomorrow if you wanna drop by after work!”

“O-Oh, okay, sounds good.” Mark stumbles over his words, attempting to focus on what you’re saying and the dance Jisung is doing, but all he can think about is the way your body is pressed against his side, hand comfortably wrapped around his. He freezes up as the tips of his ears grow redder and redder with every passing second, and his face sports a similar color. He silently prays for the telltale crimson to go away by the time the dance is over.

When the video ends, you once again realize the close proximity between you and your best friend. Your face burns at this revelation, and you awkwardly take a step back. Clearing your throat, you hastily release Mark’s hand (He inaudibly lets out the breath he’s been holding in this entire time, yet he also already misses the way your hand felt grasping his).

“Uh, anyway, I’m gonna make a latte. Do you want a drink, too?” You walk towards the other side of your kitchen with Mark trailing behind you. You take out a floral, peachy colored mug from your cupboards before pausing and looking at your best friend. “Wait, do you remember how to use a Keurig?”

“Yes!” He says, slightly exasperated as he picks out his own cup from your cabinet. He always uses the same one—a cerulean blue mug with squiggles all over it—and all of your friends and guests know not to use it because it’s unofficially officially Mark’s mug (And perhaps, you did indeed buy it from that overpriced kitschy tableware shop down the street two years ago with your best friend in mind).

“Really?” You select the latte option and press start after you had already positioned the mug beneath the spout and inserted a green tea matcha pod. He finally relents, shoulders sagging and a defeated expression on his face.

“... No.”

You chuckle, taking the mug from him and carefully putting it on the counter. You grab the espresso pod you know he likes from the drawer below and place it next to the cup. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you again.”

Mark tries. He really does. He tries very hard to concentrate on memorizing the simple process, but he keeps getting distracted. His eyes are focused on the correct button to push before they start to trail up to your fingertips. And then, they go from your hand to your arm, then up to the elegant curve of your neck, and finally, to the way your lashes frame your pretty eyes and how the tip of your tongue sticks out slightly as you concentrate until all he can focus on is you, you, you.

Suddenly, in what feels like a blink of an eye, you’re done and handing him his finished drink, complete with a perfectly whipped milk foam on top. You ask him if he knows how to make it now, and all he can do is lie and nod with a barely convincing smile.

After all, how can Mark tell his best friend that the reason he never remembers is because you’re the biggest distraction?

Mark should be here in five minutes, according to his most recent text message. And in the text message below that, your friend had sent you a challenge. More specifically, it’s the one she completed with Donghyuck a few weeks ago. When you said you wanted bold suggestions on how to figure out if your best friend feels the same way about you as you do about him, you didn’t want one this bold.

Yet, the video link to your friend’s “today I kissed my best friend” challenge along with a winky face from her is staring mockingly at you. While you aren’t one to back down from a challenge, the mere thought of kissing your best friend causes vast colonies of butterflies to erupt in your stomach and your ears to feel as if they have caught on fire. You’re already tongue tied with your head in the clouds, and he isn’t even here yet. How utterly fantastic.

However, your mother definitely did not raise a quitter, so you spring into action when you hear the faint jingling of a key being inserted into your apartment’s door (You had given Mark a copy of your key almost immediately after you had moved in). You move the pretty indoor fern given to you by Jaemin as a housewarming gift last year closer to the edge of your towering bookcase, leaning your phone against it. You quickly position the device to capture a good view of the couch area in your living room and press the record button, arranging a few of the leaves to hide as much of your phone as you possibly can without obstructing the lens.

You run full speed to your bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you’re safely inside and hear Mark finally unlocking the door successfully and shuffling in. When he calls out to you, you try to even out your breathing, walking out of your room with your tripod and laptop in hand.

“Hey,” you greet him in the most casual tone you can muster. You place the tripod down and sit before opening your laptop and setting it on the coffee table. “I thought we could watch a few challenges for fun before trying the Say So one. Have you watched Jisung’s videos before?”

“Um, well, no, not really,” he confesses sheepishly, taking a seat next to you on the couch, leg pressing against yours. He squints at the YouTube video you pulled up earlier before he had arrived, reading the title before clicking the space button to start it. “Savage Tiktok dance compilation part two?”

“Wait, hold up.” You pause the video and then turn to face him with an incredulous expression on your face. “You’ve never watched any of Jisung’s dance Tiktoks?”

“No… I don’t even have an account.” His cheeks are dusted with the lightest shade of pink as he quietly admits, “I watch all of yours though.”

Your eyes widen at his confession, face heating up as you stammer out, “O-Oh, well, I can help you make an account later to upload your video.”

“Sounds good.” There’s a few seconds of silence as you mull over his previous words before he speaks up again awkwardly, “Should I, uh, play the video?”

“Oh! Yes, right! Of course, hit play,” you laugh nervously, twisting and playing with the hair tie around your wrist. He starts the video again, and the two of you watch the compilation, slowly relaxing once more as you tap your fingers to the rhythm of the song and he bobs his head to the beat.

“Do I have to change outfits like that?” he questions a few minutes later, eyes growing round as he sees the girl on the screen switch between four different outfits throughout the dance. His closet basically consists of the same five black shirts that he stole from Jaehyun. Even if he did do an outfit swap, there would literally be no difference at all.

“You don’t have to,” you assure him, clicking the enter key to play the next video that’s recommended: another Tiktok dance challenge compilation. “All you have to do is copy the dance.”

Mark nods, taking a glance at the laptop screen before his hand shoots out and he pauses the video, leaning forward to take a closer look at the little recommended video title banner at the top. “Wait! What’s that one?”

He clicks on it, the new video now loading up. The two of you wait patiently for it to begin, waiting for the spinning disc to stop. But it doesn’t. In fact, the whole chrome page goes blank and then, the little pixelated Google Chrome dinosaur pops up on your monitor, announcing that you have no internet connection. Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to reload the page before trying to re-establish your laptop connection to your wifi. Unfortunately, you cannot find your appropriately named “drop it like it’s hotspot” wifi anywhere to connect to.

And that’s when it hits you. Your landlord had sent out a notice to the entire apartment complex last week about the electricity being powered down today from 4 to 6 p.m. for a maintenance check, and a quick glance at the digital clock on your laptop shows that it’s a little past four.

You groan, closing your laptop and flopping back against the couch cushions dramatically. Mark cocks his head, slightly confused, before he pokes you in the arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I completely forgot about the scheduled electricity shutdown for the entire building. We won’t have any wifi for the next two hours.” You pout, your bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, and Mark doesn’t think it’s fair that you get to be this cute and have this much of an effect on his racing heart rate.

“That’s okay, we can… play some board games?” he suggests offhandedly, pushing away the embarrassing thought and nudging your leg with his, and you smile before a sudden idea occurs to you.

“Or we can still do some Tiktok challenges! What was the challenge you clicked on?” You quickly sit upright, turning to face your best friend, eyes sparkling in excitement. “I memorized a few of the dance ones already! Was it Renegade? I can teach you that one. Jisung showed me how to do it.”

“Um,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. His eyes dart everywhere, except you, as he lets out a feigned cough. “It wasn’t a dance one. It was about, uh, going up to your boyfriend… and um, hugging him... when he’s playing video games.”

“Oh.” You answer lamely, not knowing what to say. You unsuccessfully try to push away the image of you attempting that challenge with your best friend. “Those are really cute.”

“Really?” He says doubtfully, wrinkling his eyebrows and fiddling with the frayed sleeve of his sweater. “Wouldn’t the dude get mad?”

You don’t know what suddenly possessed you to do this (you’ll have to ask Renjun and his paranormal loving ass later), but you thank whatever demon did for that split second because you find yourself gently grabbing Mark’s arm and slipping your head underneath it. You swing one leg over his lap and settle down until you’re securely sitting in his lap, bent legs on either side of his hips, hands curled around the soft fabric of his sweater on both sides and resting on top of your thighs. His arms instinctively go around your waist, wrapping around you securely.

You tilt your head to the side slightly, studying the flustered boy in front of you with a teasing, albeit a little anxious, smile on your lips. “Are you feeling mad?”

Splotches of red litter his cheeks and decorate the tips of his ears, but your best friend furiously shakes his head at your question, bashfully ducking his head afterwards and muttering a soft “No.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding erratically in your chest as you timidly ask, “Would you be mad if I do this?”

Mark looks up at that, confusion written all over his face. His arms start to loosen around your figure, hands now resting on your waist. “If you do what?”

You take a deep breath. “This.”

You lean in and gently press your lips against his. Mark freezes in shock, and you quickly retreat soon after, gnawing at the inside of your cheek as you wait anxiously for his reaction. Your heart feels like it’s about to fall out of your chest and be buried six feet under.

A tiny noise of surprise belatedly escapes from him and crimson spreads across his cheeks like wildfire. His doe eyes are wide and sparkling, staring at you in bewilderment. Your best friend lets out a small laugh of disbelief before a full blown smile breaks out across his face. He gazes at you adoringly, breathing out softly, “I’m not mad at that.”

You perk up at that, draping your arms around his neck as you lean forward, beaming. “Really? You’re not?”

“Definitely not.”

This time, Mark meets you halfway, his lips slotting against yours perfectly and making you feel tingles up and down your spine. Your eyes are closed, and you are so hyper aware of the way his hands grip your hips, how he tugs you closer, and how his lips chase after yours. The number of butterflies from earlier multiply in your stomach, and you have ascended past cloud nine by now.

When the two of you break apart, your eyes flutter open, and you nudge your nose against his affectionately. The brightest grin blooms on his face once again, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his little giggles and hiding the awfully vibrant cerise that rapidly blossoms on his face.

“Is this a good time to tell you congrats for completing your first challenge?” you say, resting your cheek against the crown of his head. You pull away when he lifts his head up, surprised.

“I wasn’t playing video games though,” he says slowly, processing your words and thinking back to the challenge that started this all.

“It was a different challenge. It’s the one that Hyuck did a few weeks ago,” you confess, and realization dawns on him, his face lighting up for a split second before a look of horror takes over.

“Oh, no. Is that why you had your phone recording on the bookshelf?” Mark asks, dread beginning to cloud his mind.

“Yes…” you say slowly, a little perplexed. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Oh my god, I ruined your video,” he moans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “I saw your phone when I walked in and thought you were filming earlier and forgot to turn it off, so I turned it off for you.”

When the words finally register in your mind, you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of your throat, and he raises his head up to look at you with wide doe eyes at the pretty sound. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

You can’t stop laughing at the situation, and he looks at you worriedly, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly. You force yourself to calm down, a soft chuckle leaving your lips before you beam at him, leaning in and placing the softest kiss on the tip of his nose. “It’s okay, Mark. I’m not mad. That video wasn’t important anyway.”

“But still,” he whines before letting out a groan and slapping his hand against his forehead when the realization sinks in even further. “I’m such an idiot.”

“But you’re my idiot now, right?” you say teasingly, albeit a little shyly as well, as you reach over to tug his hand away from his face and lace your fingers with his.

“I mean, I kinda thought I was always your idiot,” Mark laughs softly and a little embarrassedly, eyes averted and cheeks turning pinker than ever. The largest grin spreads across your face at that, and you turn away slightly to hide it. You didn’t think your best friend can possibly be any more endearing, but he manages to prove you wrong every time.

“Well, then now you can add ‘Y/N’s boyfriend’ to your resume,” you say, and he fails to suppress the pleased smile appearing on his face at your remark, his rosy cheeks rising even taller than skyscrapers.

“So, uh, what sort of job description does that have?” He gazes at your intertwined hands in wonder, still completely giddy at the reality of you being his best friend and something more.

“Sharing hoodies, giving me attention, kissing, holding my hand, going on dates, you know, the basics,” you answer, squeezing his hand tenderly, and his doe eyes instantly light up. Mark feels a little bolder than before, and it shows when he grins widely and says:

“Can we do number three again?”

“Yes, we can, Eggy Boi.”

He wrinkles his nose at the name, disgruntled and unimpressed, as he crosses his arms over his chest, sulking. You let out a laugh before leaning in and crashing your lips against his. He immediately relents at that, enthusiastically responding and hugging you closer to him, and you can’t help but smile into the kiss as you feel his own smile appear as well.

At that moment, you decide that you want to change Mark’s personal brand. Because his should be “absolutely wonderful, positively amazing, a cute kisser, your boyfriend, and your bestest friend.” And yes, that is most definitely more than the allotted three words, but again, who’s really counting?

Certainly not you when you’re too preoccupied with kissing your best friend. Correction: best friend and new boyfriend.

One new notification: donutkillmyvibe uploaded a new video!

moominjun commented:

so you’re saying the reason why we didn’t get the highly anticipated best friend challenge video is because @ marklyrawr turned the camera off?

donutkillmyvibe replied: yes 😔 I’m sorry to disappoint everyone 🤧

nanaislove replied: omg no bby it’s ok 🥺🥺💞💓💓💝💗 you didn’t have to make an apology video for that 🥺💗💓💘💖

goofys.chuckle replied: yeah it’s mark’s fault. he’s the disappointment here 🥴

morklyrawr replied: hahahahaha stfu hyuck

tytrack commented:

mark is going through puberty. I apologize

dobunny replied: @.@

goofys.chuckle commented:

are we getting whip(ped)lash pt 2 by eggy boi?

morklyrawr replied: YOU’RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THAT NAME?????

goofys.chuckle replied: uh gotta blast 🚀

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle does this mean you’re staying over again?

goofys.chuckle replied: @ showmethemonet yes if you want your super cute, mega talented, very handsome boyfriend to still be alive 🥺

showmethemonet replied: @ goofys.chuckle oh my god I didn’t know I was dating bts jin???

moominjun replied: LMFAOOOOO

goofys.chuckle replied: heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe 💯 mama 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 said 🗣 it’s my fault 😢 it’s my fault 🤦🏻‍♂️i wear my heart ❤️ on my sleeve 💪 i think it’s best 👍🏻 I put my heart ❤️ on ice 🧊

jenojam commented:

why am I not surprised……

itsmebetch replied: just mark thingz 🍉

suhprisemf commented:

mark your head looks flat af

jungjaeprince replied: 😂😂😂

10vely replied: @ jungjaeprince be quiet don’t cry

letswonwon commented:

whoop whoop

junguwu commented:

OMG CONGRATS ON YOUR RELATIONSHIP SWEETIE 😍😍

takoyaki_prince commented:

MARK!!!!! you look handsome !! 😘

jisungpwark commented:

rip to @ donutkillmyvibe ’s future videos that mark will ruin. press f in the chat to pay respects 🙏🏻

bigheadking replied: F ✊🏻😔

peachyangel replied: f 🥺🥺

yoitslucas replied: F 🤪🤪🤪 but glad you’re happy, man ❤️

donutkillmyvibe replied: F 💔

morklyrawr replied: @ donutkillmyvibe wtf babe????

officialgordonramsay commented:

didn’t i tell you to get back on tinder ?

apado_god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

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loveylangdon · 5 years

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What’s Clickbait Again? Pt. 4

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Overall Story Summary: You’re dating Shawn Mendes but was in a long term relationship with David Dobrik and met Shawn through a collab David was supposed to have with him. David is now collabing with Shawn finally and finds out you’re dating the pop sensation and doesn’t know what to do.

Authors note: thank you guys sooo much for reading this again it’s just been floating in my head and it's nice to be able to have it out there for other people to enjoy. I again don’t know what I'm doing this is all coming from something I thought up so please be kind. This is also a lot longer than I intended so I apologize. I’m aiming for 6 parts, let me know if you guys are enjoying this thank you so much Xx

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt.3

*not my gif credit to owner*

y/n p.o.v

It’s been a week since Shawn and I have been to the Warner Brothers sound stage. We gave Andrew the finalized list of Youtubers the night we got back to the house. Andrew told us he would be in contact with a filming schedule but it has been a week and he hasn’t contacted us about anything business related.

Shawn finally gets a well deserved break, with enough downtime and a studio session here and there so he doesn’t have time to complain about being nonproductive.

We’ve spent the week rolling between the sheets, doing some early morning gym sessions, sometimes late mornings, walks on the beach, hikes, studio sessions and going out at night. Constantly on the move but at his own pace and he’s enjoying it. Shawn got back from the gym early this morning and headed straight back to bed, while he’s currently sleeping away his post gym feels I’m left with my thoughts.

Sitting on the patio overlooking the water in our rented out Malibu home I can’t help but think what these crazy weeks of filming are going to look like. Shawn has 8 videos to film with 8 different creators it's going to get tiring. With only a month and a half of summer left and tour rehearsals starting soon.

Luckily Shawn is just the face and not the editing team, we decided to have Connor come along and help film so we can get some good behind the scene stuff for Shawn’s fans aside from the Youtube video’s posted by the creators. It also made Shawn feel better knowing he has his own footage to back up his actions if any of the youtubers decided to make him out to be something he’s not.

Shawn agreed to do a video with Jeff Wittek, Crawford Collins, Josh Peck, The Dolan Twins, Zac Efron, Sofia Nygaard, Kian & Jc and lastly David

It took a lot of convincing on Andrews end and a lot of reassurance on mine but as a couple, Shawn and I agreed to give David a chance. Finally getting the time to collaborate together they can finally film the video all the fans have been asking for. Giving both men the exposure and little push they need for their next big projects, Shawn is finally going to be in the vlog. If for whatever reason it doesn’t go as planned Andrew promised an ultimatum. Shawn would get to do his video with Steveo as long as it was one that guarantees minor bruising only and no heights. Shawn was elated and agreed quicker than we expected.

Suddenly I feel arms wrapped around my chest from behind me, looking up from my seat I see Shawn in his morning afterglow, rosy cheeks, fluffy curls, swollen lips, no shirt and sweats that fit perfectly snug on his hips with the band of his Calvin Kleins peeking out from the elastic of his sweatpants. If it wasn’t a good morning it certainly is now.

“Mm morning Princess, how’d you sleep,” he asks as he leans down to leave kisses on my neck. His curls tickling under my chin I tilt my head to the side to give him more access and he hums

This man truly has me spent on him

Shawn picks me up from behind and moves so he’s now sitting on the chair I was and places me on his lap straddling him, he goes back to sucking on my neck, softly biting and smoothing it over with his tongue most likely leaving a mark I’ll have to cover if we decide to go anywhere tonight. Honestly, I could care less I’m on cloud nine

I move to thread my fingers in his curls slightly pulling them and he lets out a low moan, I go to do it again so he knows I want his attention,

he moves his forehead against mine eyes hooded as he stares at me, his mouth open slightly breathes against my lips, his eyes going back to my lips and to my eyes, he quickly takes my bottom lip between his and slightly tugs on it when my lip snaps back in place I go in for a kiss but he cuts me off “That wasn’t nice princess I didn’t finish my masterpiece” He moves one hand around my waist holding me firm on his lap and the other goes to my neck as he rubs the now red/purple skin.

I lean in and pull his lip with my teeth releasing it, tugging on his hair one more time he lets out a moan, I’m pulling him closer if that’s even possible “I wanted a kiss” I look at him and next thing I know his mouth is on mine and I know this is what heaven feels like.

“If you guys are going to have sex at least do it in your room and not out on the patio where I don’t know anyone can be looking over at you guys and filming it” Brian calls from the sliding glass doorway eating grapes

Shawn groans turning his head to look at Brian “Fuck off dude what the actual fuck” Shawn holds your hips tighter pushing you harder into his lap making his semi known through his sweats and you let out a small moan.

Both Shawn and Brian’s look at you, Shawn smirking and Brian’s eyes about to explode out of his head you go to move your blushing cheeks in Shawns neck as he holds you tighter into his chest.

“Wait are you guys actually having sex holy shit” You hear Brian moving and you peek your eyes out to see Brian walk around to the front of you guys trying to catch you two in the act.

“Dude what the fuck” Shawns growls at him “Why the fuck, if we were having sex which we aren’t, what if you did just catch us right now why would you move to get a better view” You giggle into Shawn’s neck and move to sit up turning your head to look at Brian.

Brian’s eyes get wider if that’s even possible and his entire body turns red, he looks at you both sheepishly “Touché” he turns around to go back inside and closes the glass door with him.

You and Shawn are left laughing at the idiot. Once Shawn calms down he moves one of his hands to play with your hair moving the pieces that fell in your face behind your ear. He goes to place a kiss on your nose

“How’d you sleep, princess?” He’s staring down at you with swollen lips and his eyes filled with nothing but love and your heart skips a beat

“mm I slept good but I’m glad you’re up now” You lean in to place a kiss on his lips and just as soon as you’re about to capture his lips in a kiss there’s a knock on the glass door.

Shawn leans his forehead against yours and groans loud enough for Brian to hear through the glass “Fuck off Brian Jesus Christ” you giggle but are immediately shut up by Shawns lips. You hear the glass door being opened and feel Shawn groaning in your mouth. You’re about to pull away but he moves his hand to the back of your head to stop you from moving, chasing your lips until they’re back on his again.

“Are you done eating your girlfriend Shawn or do you want me to give you a minute” You hear Andrew ask, you turn your head and feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Shawn hides his face in your neck and groans.

“If you guys would let me have 10 minutes with my girlfriend maybe I could” He looks over at Andrew with a not so intimidating look in his eyes that makes both you and Andrew start laughing. He’s too soft in the morning to be anywhere near intimidating. He pouts and slumps in his seat, you’re about to get off of him but he quickly pulls your hips back onto his lap

“Oh Shawnie boy has a boner,” Brian says as he walks back outside “Am I allowed out here or you guys still filming a porno” he’s snickering at you both while Shawn pulls a face mocking him

Shawn groans “Why is everyone out here anyways” huffing between Andrew and Brian

“Well you weren’t answering your phone you have to film in an hour so we need to get you ready so we can start heading over to the apartment”

You look at Shawn “Apartment?” Looking up at Andrew confused

“Yah that Jeff Wittek guy does the barbershop videos in his apartment we’re meeting him in an hour” Andrew shrugs “If you guys answered your phone or spent more than 20ft apart from each other maybe you would have time check your phones” Andrew holds up his phone waiving it

Shawn looks at you and rolls his eyes. You convinced Shawn to do a video with Jeff whether it was a barbershop video or a hiking video was up to Shawn since he was nervous to have someone who isn’t Kristan doing his hair. Which is understandable but you thought the content from the barbershop would be great. You also suggested that they go once and film the barbershop bit sort of as a pre-trial so if Shawn doesn’t like the haircut we can hide away until it grows back, they can scrap the video and him and Jeff can just do a hiking video. Shawn chose the Barbershop because the content is more comedy based and not a life question interview.

“Today?” Shawn asks looking up at Andrew

“What else are you doing besides trying to swallow your girlfriend for all of Malibu to record?” Andrew lifts his eyebrow up at Shawn

“I told them to go inside someones gonna film their sex tape out here” Brian spoke up looking at Andrew and then back to you and Shawn with a pointed finger and a smirk

“I need you two to be ready in an hour so we can leave. one hour” Andrew looks at both of you “No funny business, 60 minutes and I want you both at the front door ready to leave” he walks back into the house leaving Brian with you guys

“Wheres Connor” you look at Brian

“Meeting us there, his apartment is closer to Jeff’s than here so it made sense” he shrugs popping another grape into his mouth

You nod understandingly “Ok Shawnie boy lets go get you dressed and ready” you go to stand holding your hands out to him

He looks up at you squinting his eyes “Why can't we stay here, Can’t he come here it's just a haircut and I don't even cut my hair it's just a trim actually all he needs is scissors-“

“Come on rockstar dwelling on your shaved head isn’t going to make it happen”

‘WHAT” his eyes pop out of his head

“Bro she’s joking” Brians laughing and gets serious “I mean unless she texted Jeff behind Andrew's back” they both look at you

“I texted him, yes, but just to clarify who was going to be there we don’t need any surprises today, come on prince” finally being able to get Shawn up and dragging him to your shared bedroom to get him dressed for the day was a chore in itself

Shawn walks into the room and immediately plops down on the bed pulling a pillow to his chest hugging it while watching you go through the closet to figure out what you’re both going to wear today.

When you finally pick clothes out for Shawn you lay them out on the bed only to see him knocked out again. Only he can sleep anywhere at any time. Getting ready and changed quickly you go into the kitchen to start breakfast for him and the rest of the house.

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Knocking on Jeff’s apartment door holding Shawns hand is nerve-racking, when you and David broke up Jeff was fairly new to the vlog squad not entirely in the squad officially but new enough to be the center of the vlogs. When you and David broke up he was an honorary member quick to fill in the time that was missing due to your absence.

Jeff being the gentlemen he was kept in contact with you making sure you were okay and checked in at random times. You guys had a couple of heart to hearts when you told David to cut it on the jail jokes it wasn’t funny and entirely done in bad taste. You never knew if it was David asking Jeff to check up on you and Jeff playing messenger or if it was genuine. Never the less you always had a soft spot for Jeff because of his past and how he managed to turn his life around.

You and Shawn being front and center while Andrew, Brian, and Connor were beside you, The door opens and Shawn squeezes your hand.

He’s never met anyone from what's left of your friend group in Los Angeles or what was your friend group because you didn’t want to be an inconvenience to David, which he understood, you guys being together for three years and living together you shared the same friends. Shawn was excited to meet Jeff but nervous to have to put so much trust in him the first time meeting him.

“Y/N!” Jeff opened the door and opened his arms wide embracing you in a bone crushing hug making you pull apart from Shawn. “How have ya been, it’s been a while,” He asks smiling from ear to ear. “Oh guys come in sorry to leave ya out in the hall I got excited” While Jeffs ushering people in you look around Jeff has really done the place up since the last time you’ve been here

You feel Shawn walk in behind you “You okay princess?” He asks reaching for your hand while Jeff is talking to Andrew about the plan for filming

“Yeah it's just weird being here” you laugh and kiss the back of his hand

Shawn smiles at you “didn’t you say he had a dog?” Shawn looks around confused

Cody walks out with Oscar from Jeffs bedroom shutting the door behind them

“Y/N! Oscar walks up to you pulling you away from Shawn and into a hug “How have you been, haven’t seen you in a while we need to go shooting again soon okay? I miss your help around here it's getting crazy so much has changed since you were around” Oscar smiles at you and you feel Shawn’s hand on the small of your back, you smile at his protectiveness

“Oscar this is my boyfriend Shawn” you introduce them and glance over at Cody “You must be Cody? Jeff has told me so much about you” You walk over and give him a hug

“Yah it’s glad to finally meet you, the lot talk about you a lot” he chuckles smiling

“the lot?” Shawns asks interjecting

“Yah the lot ya know the “vlog squad” David Dobrik and-“ Cody tries to explain but Oscar cuts him off

“The group misses you is all, We hung out with Natalie the other day and she was telling us how she ran into you at the Warner Brother lot. Cody is still new around here and doesn’t know boundaries or when to shut up apparently” he looks at Cody “Go check on Nerf will you make sure he’s okay” Oscar smiles at him and Cody puts his hands up In defense and retreats back into Jeffs room.

“Sorry about him” Oscar looks to Shawn “He’s still new it takes a while for him to get use to everything again”

“New? I thought you guys have been making videos for a long time” Shawn looks at you nerves were written on his face

You put your hand on his chest “They have, they do, Jeff has been cutting hair since high school and Cody just got out of prison not too long ago that's what he’s talking about”

Shawns eyes widen “Prison? What” he looks down at you

You and Oscar laugh “Yes prison, but he’s a sweetheart don’t worry” you pat his chest. you turn to Oscar again and feel Shawn take your hand back in his but turn around to face Brian and Connor who are having their own conversation. While Jeff and Andrew are doing the same.

“How have you been y/n,” Oscar asks genuinely

“I’ve been good, After I left I went to Europe for a couple of weeks sold my apartment here and moved into an apartment in New York City when Shawn and I started getting serious I moved into Shawns apartment in Toronto. We’re here for the summer for tour rehearsals and this youtube thing and then we head back home for a week and then we leave for a tour for half the year I’m excited.” You explain to Oscar and feel Shawn squeeze your hand when you say you’re excited about the tour and you chuckle.

He’s always scared he was making you do something you didn’t want to do when he asked you to join tour with him he was beyond nervous. He wanted you with him all the time so you joining just made sense but he didn’t want you to feel like he was forcing you to do something because he just wanted you with him. You took a year off school trying to pursue a higher degree and working after yours and Davids break up. The year gap isn't done yet but he knew you eventually wanted to go back to finish your degree and he didn’t want to hold you back. Working in media management was easy to do on the road so even if you joined Shawn on tour and wanted to go back to work you could.

You feel Shawn squeeze your hand again bringing you back down from your little thought bubble you turn to look at him and he's smirking. Even when he’s not paying attention to you, he knows your body like the back of his hand.

Oscar notices your little interaction and smiles, “That's really good, I'm happy for you” he leans in closer to you so Shawn can’t hear “I'm glad you found someone who treats you how you deserve to be treated-” he pulls away when he sees Shawn get close. Shawn goes to move his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek, looking over at Oscar like he did something wrong.

You immediately go and put your hand on his chest “back down prince” you chuckle “Oscar here was my partner in editing, we spent way to much time editing for it to be considered healthy” you both laugh while Shawn’s eyes widen being caught

“You guys are cute, How did you guys meet” Shawns eyes light up, it’s one of his favorite stories to tell but he’s disrupted by Jeff

“Okay so we’re just waiting for Zane so he can be our audience and we can start? Is that okay y/n?” He asks facing you, no one here has realized or paid any mind that Shawn Mendes is actually standing right next to you and is the reason you’re actually here. Shawn doesn’t seem to mind but you don’t know how to feel about it.

You look up at Shawn “do you want to start now or wait for one more person” you whisper to him looking for the emotions behind his eyes, he’s nervous and there's something else you can’t point out.

“Can we start please, I really don’t want to be here longer than we have to” he looks down at you and wraps his arms behind your neck pulling you into his chest. You feel his heart rate accelerate as he asks in a soft tone, and you know he’s scared and anxious how this is gonna play out.

Going to hold his face “we can do whatever you want, we can leave right now even” looking him in the eyes so he knows you’re serious. His eyes soften and he leans in to kiss you.

Brian, Connor, Andrew, and Oscar all go to groan at the same time. Shawn flips of his team as you pull apart he leans his forehead against yours and nudges your nose with his in a loving manner. You pull away, peck his nose one time before turning to Jeff,

“Can we start now and Zane gets here when he gets here Andrew was gonna leave but I don’t think he’ll mind filling in as audience right Andrew?” You ask looking to him as he’s typing on his phone and he glares at you, knowing you know he doesn’t want to spend time in a room with a bunch of Hollywood guys

“I can stay but only for a little bit” he answers

Jeff raises his eyebrows and ushers Brian, Andrew and you onto the couch behind a camera and Shawn to the chair set up behind a bunch of cameras. While Connor is moving around adjusting his own setup. When Shawn realizes you won’t be in frame with him he pouts

“Y/n can't sit next to me?” Shawn asks looking up to Jeff who’s standing behind the chair getting his stuff ready

Jeff raises an eyebrow “You want y/n in the frame?” Confused he looks over to you, you laugh no one understands how touchy Shawn is beside’s his team and it's endearing. Shawns knee won’t stop bouncing and he’s pouting at you.

“Is there a way Jeff to let him hold my hand but me not be in the frame?” You know the answer but Shawn doesn’t and maybe if he’s told no from Jeff he’ll suck it up for thirty minutes.

“Uh no? Unless you want Oscar to hate you” Jeff answers and chuckles, you move to kneel next to Shawn who’s already sitting in the chair without the cape on. Shawn looks at you helplessly, you move to kneel in-between his legs placing one hand on his thigh to stop the bouncing while he looks down at you

“Can we go home?” He whispers asking and pouting

You sigh “Prince do you really not want to do this?” You look in his eyes and it’s just nerves

“No… I-I don’t know” He pouts

“I’m right here prince no need to be nervous so what I can’t hold your hand for thirty minutes, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere I promise, if anything is wrong just say something and we stop its not that bad okay” you whisper to him as you hold his hands in yours, you speak up “Jeff knows ill kill him if he hurts my boyfriend in any way shape or form” you glance up to Jeff “Right Jeff”

“Oh yah she can kick my ass without a doubt” he chuckles “don’t stress too much Shawn I’m probably more nervous than you, my Youtube channel is a barbershop theme but my demographic is 15-20 year old females, I'm surprised I’ve made it this long, I’m going to be out of a job soon, and the only reason I’m not is because I'm shirtless in everyone's videos how do you think I feel every day knowing all these girls see me -“

“Like a piece of meat yeah we know Wittek boo hoo you” you roll your eyes and Shawn chuckles looking at both of you

Shawn moves your hands that are holding both of his to his mouth to kiss them and looks at you softly, you know he’s ready

“You guys are cute I think I’m going to throw up” Jeff jokes and turns around

“How do you think I feel” Brian speaks up “I almost caught th-��

“BRIAN” you and Shawn shout at the same time blush on both of your cheeks

Jeff smirks at both of you “Okay I see you guys” he chuckles “Ready to start Shawn?” He asks with scissors in his hands

You stand up and peck Shawn one more time and go to sit down “Yah I'm ready, please don’t cut all my hair off” he jokes as they start recording

Jeffs dry humor completely goes over Shawns head and has you crying in your seat. Shawn is way to polite to understand or get that Jeff is joking half the time and numerous times Shawn has blamed it on his Canadianism.

Jeff has already had Cody jump out of the closet to scare Shawn and had flour come out of the hair dryer. Jeff asked music questions, how did you get your start what's the deal with Cameron Dallas and why won’t he come on the show and all the cliche barbershop bits already happened so you know its almost coming to a close

Once Shawn finally relaxed everything went smoothly it's nice to see him interact with Jeff and get out of his comfort zone not only of only having Kristan style and cut his hair but people wise too he’s always surrounded by his team to the point they’re family now. Seeing him interact with people is always your favorite, after magcon Shawn never felt comfortable with people who joke about things for the sake of being liked by strangers online so seeing him open up with Jeff is making you soft

He didn’t only do this because of the contract you wanted him and Jeff to film together knowing they would hit it off, Jeff is a sweet and charismatic person and extremely loyal and under his, I don’t give a fuck attitude he was a soft puppy. Jeff always deserved better so this was the least you could do to help him as a thank you.

Jeff is doing Shawns hair exactly how he likes it and you’re not surprised no matter how many self-deprecating jokes Jeff makes about sucking at cutting hair and only knowing one haircut it’s his passion and it shows. It's been a good forty-five minutes and Shawn and Jeff are bantering and having everyone in the room laughing and crying.

Suddenly you hear paw’s pattering and you gasp you haven’t seen nerf in so long and you get excited, Jeff looks around confused “Oscar why is nerf out” he asks looking to Oscar

“I don’t know Cody was supposed to watch him” Oscar replies and laughs when nerf goes to sit by Jeffs' feet in the shot

“Bro you’re killing my moment with a rockstar right now” pointing to Shawn and looking down at Nerf again “Nerf move your tapping toes elsewhere, I can already hear your breathing from up here, CODY” Jeff calls out but there's no answer

Shawn chuckles at Jeff and nerfs interaction and steals a glance at you blowing you several kisses with the tips of his fingers.

“Your friend walked out the apartment” Brian speaks up and points to the front door

“What the hell?” Jeff furrows his eyebrows at Oscar

“I don’t know maybe he went to let Zane up” Oscar shrugs fixing the camera after putting Nerf back in the bedroom.

“Okay whatever we’re almost done and then we can get this fine looking man out of my chair, I’m being upstaged and I can already feel it hurting my brand” Jeff chuckles and Shawn joins him

“Do you even lift bro” Shawn jokes looking up at Jeff

“Woah calm down pretty boy I hold the scissors you’re at my mercy” Jeff jokes moving the scissors in an Edward Scissorhands motion.

Shawns laughing along mocking Jeffs hand movements he’s about to say something when the apartment door flies open and David comes storming in, Jeff looks over and smiles at him and your ready to beat Jeffs ass for setting you two up but Jeffs facial expressions change quickly and he sets his scissors down, making his way over to David in his kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest unamused with Davids childlike behavior

“I need to talk to y/n,” David says looking over to you in a demanding tone and back to Jeff he’s fuming and his hands continuously tug at his hair

“Woah no try that again walk out and walk back in if you’re going to ask something, don’t come in here demanding things acting like we won’t beat your ass right now” Jeffs jaw clenches and Shawn takes off the barber cape and stands up too arms crossing over his chest

Davids' eyes widen at Jeff not expecting him to talk back to him he quickly recovers and looks at you “I need to talk to you and I’m not taking no for an answer” he says again standing his ground clenching his own fists when Shawn steps closer to you. At this point, Brian and Connor are also standing next to you jaws clenched waiting to see what's going to happen

“Get the fuck out David” Jeff chuckles at David pointing to the door shaking his head

“No, I need to talk to y/n and I’m not leaving until I do”

“Man If this is some elaborate scheme to get her to talk to you maybe you shouldn’t do it on my time or her boyfriends if she wanted to talk to you she would’ve called,” Jeff tells him pointing to the door again

You can see Jeff getting frustrated his face is turning red and his veins are starting to get prominent when he notices David isn’t leaving.

You look at Shawn and he looks unamused, you look over at Andrew and he’s holding the bridge of his nose, making eye contact he gestures at you to do something

“Yah well you’ll be here for a while dude she’s not talking to you” Shawn speaks up stepping closer to you and putting his hand on the small of your back

Davids jaw clenches “No one is talking to yo-“ he tries to fire at Shawn but is cut off by Jeff

“David get out of my apartment man we don’t want any trouble” Jeff tries again

David shakes his head and looks at Shawn going to open his mouth to finish what he was going to say to Shawn but you stand up and his eyes widen

“David get out” you look at him

“What no” hurt flashes across his face “I came here to talk to you I’m going to talk to you I’m not leaving until I do”

“Dude what part of she’s not going to talk to you don’t you get just fucking leave already” Shawn sneers at him

“No one asked you for your input, Shawn, why don’t you do us all a favor and lea-“

“HEY” you shout over David “You do not get to talk to him like that do you hear me” you look at David who visibly shrinks in his spot “Jeff asked you to leave so leave, how inconsiderate of you to barge into his house, disrupt his video, mess with his work and potentially cost him a brand deal are you serious right now? how big is your ego that you think this is okay?” You look at David who looks at the floor

“Dave just leave man” Oscar speaks up

David looks at Oscar “Are you deaf? I’m not leaving until I talk to y/n”

“You’re such a fucking child” you huff, walk past Jeff and move closer to David walking up to him and pushing his chest turning him around to walk towards the door. David turns to look at Jeff and Shawn smirking as if in victory. You finally get to the doorway and David walks out into the hall, while you’re still in Jeffs apartment.

“y/n i-“

“No I get to talk now, Who do you think you are coming in here to demand anything from Jeff let alone me. We do not belong to you, we do not work for you, you do not own us. No matter how much you think Jeff owes you something or he has to do what you say his loyalty lies with himself and his work. Jeff is your friend and co-worker, how dare you take advantage of him and information that he has to use it to your advantage for your own selfish reasons. You need to leave and I'm not Jeff asking you, I'm telling you to leave right now before we call security and have you escorted out. You didn’t only embarrass yourself you embarrassed Jeff so leave before you make it harder on yourself and lose one of the best things that the vlog has to offer. Maybe when you calm down and aren’t acting like a child who just got his toy taken from him maybe and I say maybe think about calling me, but after this stunt, I am nowhere near ready to talk to you so leave” you huff arms over your chest

Hurt flashes across David's face and he looks over your shoulder at Jeff waiting for him to defend him but Jeff doesn’t say anything

“Fine, I'll call you” David mumbles out and walks down the hall to the elevator.

You go to close the apartment door and lock it, Shawn comes over to you quickly engulfing you in a hug and pressing you against the apartment door “Princess are you okay? While that was pretty badass not gonna lie” he turns to Andrew who’s already talking to Brian and Connor who’s packing up his things “I think we can leave, yah lets go home”

You look up to Shawn confused “Prince you’re going to finish the video” you move from under him and walk towards Jeff who’s tugging on his hair when he sees you he starts talking a mile a minute

“Y/n I swear to ya I didn’t know he was coming, I didn’t even mention that I was doing a video with Shawn because I knew he would’ve pulled some dumbass shit like that” Jeff stands in front of you talking with his hands

You walk over to Jeff and put your hand on his bicep and he calms down “Hey it's okay, we’re fine, I know you wouldn’t tell David anything Jeff you’re too mature for his childish games” you shrug and he gives you a hug

“I’m sorry” he pulls away “I should get security or something” he jokes

“Wait you didn’t tell him we were coming over?” Shawn buts in wrapping his arm around your waist as he moves to stand next to you

“No man, what the fuck” Jeff looks over to Shawn pained as to why he would think something like that “Zane must’ve let it slip or something that we were filming somethin, I swear Shawn I know we just met but I would never do anything to jeopardize this opportunity or hurt y/n in any way” He looks over at Shawn with sincerity in his eyes

Shawn hums and takes the cape back from the barber chair where he left it “Princess can you put this back on me” he hands you the cape and turns around

“Uh, we’re staying?” Andrew asks and Connor and Brian look over at Shawn confused, he turns around with a well no shit expression on his face, leaving you to stifle a laugh when Andrew shoots you a look

“Well yeah, you heard Jeff he didn’t tell him, its not Jeff’s fault David wants my girl” he looks down at you and winks “That would’ve been good,” he stops and look down at you “Whats its called again honey Click something” he furrows his eyebrows and snaps his fingers trying to remember

Jeff and Oscar let out a belly laugh “Clickbait its called clickbait” Jeff breathes out in-between laughs

Shawn joins in chuckling “Yah that, Clickbait. David Dobrik broke into my apartment and this is what happened”

Jeff looks at him impressed snapping his fingers into the gun position “Ya okay that's good, maybe you should help me with the rest of my video titles”

Andrew clears his throat, “Well that was enough Hollywood for me for one day” he moves to stand up “I’m going to go call Davids manager Jack and have a long discussion with him and see if we even want to do a video with them after that little stunt maybe scare him a bit” Andrew sighs “Connor you got that on video right” Connor nods his head

“Excuse me if you will” He walks over to give you a hug, a handshake to Shawn whos already sitting in the chair and he turns to Jeff and gives him a handshake to “It was nice meeting you, it’s impressive what you have here its different I really like it, if you ever need a new manager I know people” He smiles and walks through the kitchen and out the door

Jeff blows out his cheeks and sighs “Holy Shit that guys scary”

Brian, Connor, and Shawn burst into laughter “Who Gerty? Gerty’s scary” Shawns clutching his chest and wheezing at this point and Jeffs confused but laughing along with it.

By the time everyone is settled down the video only takes about twenty more minutes to film and to get the final spin around in the chair. Jeff hands Shawn a mirror to look at his hair

“Holy shit I look good” Shawn’s wide eyes meet yours and you chuckle

Jeff put a product in his hair letting his curls fall loosely but tight enough to have one fall in front of his face making him look like a young James Dean

“Thanks man” Shawn gets up to give Jeff a bro hug and you can tell Jeffs shocked at the sudden act of affection, “I think we’re gonna have to hire Jeff to follow me on tour” Jeffs eyes about pop out of his head

“What man no way I only know one haircut” he deadpans into the camera leaving everyone in the room a laughing mess

By the time Jeff films his outro, it's only you, Shawn, Oscar and Jeff in the apartment everyone else already left.

Shawn’s still sitting in the barber chair talking with Jeff as he cleans up when Jeff shuts off the barber sign you take it as your cue to leave. Getting up from your spot on the couch you go up behind Shawn and kiss his forehead “Come on prince I think it’s time to go home” grabbing his hands and pulling him up out of the barber chair he pouts

“What? What's wrong now” you ask confused

“Do we have to go?” He looks down at you

“Yah do ya have to go?” Jeff looks at you too with a questioning playful tone

You snort “If I would’ve known this would’ve become a bromance I would’ve left with Connor”

Shawn gasps “No such thing my princess leaving with another man is never going to happen” he shakes his head at you

Jeffs looking at you both with a scrunched up face “You’re fucking weird man” Jeffs chuckling “But you’re pretty cool too”

“We should go out to the club or something” Shawn looks down smiling at you like it’s the best idea he’s had all day “I can call Brian, Connor, Sylvie we can make it a group thing-“

Oscar interrupts him “Jeff, David wants us over at his house to film, he’s throwing a party for Toddy he just texted me”

“You’re joking, right? Why can’t he give me a break” Jeff rubs his face with his hands looking at Shawn “Sorry man maybe some other time?”

Shawns shoulders slump and you can tell he’s disappointed “Oh yeah totally, no problem, it happens” he shrugs his shoulders at Jeff trying to play it off but Jeff notices too

“Why don’t you come with us?” he asks

“Wait what” You and Shawn answer at the same time

“That was weird don’t do that again” Jeffs chuckling “So what he was being a little kid earlier. He can get over it. We want to party, he’s throwing one, free booze, entertainment food, and girl- never mind on that one” Jeff chuckles looking over to you sheepishly and Shawns eyes widen

“Yah its a no on that one for me” he laughs uncomfortably

“Think about it as a getting even scheme you guys show up to his party with me being all cute and coupley, after he clearly tried some shit today it makes you even. You’re going at my guests why not, he’s not going to say no especially after what he did earlier. You don’t even need to talk to him,” Jeff looks over at you “I mean unless you want to, but he won’t make a fool of himself twice and if you guys show up unannounced then it evens the playing field for when you guys have to film with him, he was stupid twice now its your guys’ turn” Jeff shrugs

“I agree with Jeff, he won’t try anything and honestly y/n everyone misses you like crazy when Natalie told us she saw you last week everyone was trying to make plans to get in contact with you. If everyone is there supporting you two he won’t try anything. Might as well have fun at his expense” Oscar butts in shrugging along with Jeff

You bit the inside of your cheek looking up at Shawn, it was a horrible idea a hundred percent wrong but it was true, you guys didn’t have plans, and you missed everyone.

“Do you want to go princess” Shawn looks down at you rubbing his thumb over your fingers with the hands he’s holding

“I mean it’s a horrible idea but it makes sense” You shrug “What do you want to do prince?”

You can hear the gears turning in his head but you also see the glimmer in his eyes, “Can I bring my friends too” Shawn asks Jeff as your eyes go wide not thinking he was serious

“Yah sure the more the merrier I’ll just tell David I’m bringing a couple of people, it shouldn’t be a problem” he bits his thumb looking at you two “You can bring friends too y/n” Jeff smiles at you

“Oh no I don’t ha-“ you go to explain to Jeff that your only friends consist of those on Shawn’s tour team, you got close with Alessia and Aaliyah but after you left Los Angeles you cut your ties with everyone not wanting to bring any discomfort to David after the breakup. Alessia was in Canada visiting family and she’s not supposed to fly out till next week. But you’re cut off by Shawn

“Princess you have friends” Shawn speaks up squeezing your hand “Oscar just said they were scheming to try to spend time with you” he smiles down at you kissing your forehead

You look up at him confused “You want to go?” You ask him “To my ex-boyfriends house to party?”

“If it means you get to spend time with people you haven’t talked to in a while, and as long as that blonde with the resting bitch face isn’t there I don’t see why we can't go with Brian and Con and try to have some fun I can finally meet more of your friends” He shrugs and your heart about bursts

Jeffs stifling a laugh “A blonde? Who Corinna?”

“Yah she was playing guard dog for David after he followed us when we went to grab lunch last week” you explain to him

“oh my god, well she won’t be there because it's for Toddy and uh if he has a guard dog I’ll be your guys” Jeff smirks and crosses his arms over his chest trying to look intimidating

You’re surrounded by giant idiots

“What do you say, princess?” Shawn looks down at you and Jeff too

“Okay fuck it call Brian and Connor” now it's your turn to shrug your shoulders and as soon as the words leave your mouth you’re being engulfed by Jeff and Shawn in a group hug. Thank you’s and this is going to be fun escaping their lips.

You laugh at both of them and move to pull away “Okay okay I can't breathe you’re both giants and all muscle let me go” you finally push out of their embrace and look to Shawn “Come on rockstar we need to go get ready its time to leave your boyfriend now” you laugh as Shawn and Jeff partake in one more bro hug

“I’ll see you guys back here in 3 hours and we can leave together” Jeff chuckles as you take your boyfriend's hand and drag him out of the apartment. When the door shuts and you're both in the elevator you turn to Shawn

“Are you sure you want to go? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” you look up at Shawn and wrap your arms around his waist

He goes to hold your face in his hands “Do you love me?” He asks

“What of course I do, you’re my person Shawn why would you ask me that” you hold him tighter not knowing where this is going

He leans down to press a kiss to your lips then to your forehead and then lastly to your nose “You’re always trying to do what's best for me, doing little things to make sure I’m okay and that I’m happy you’re my rock and my person. I know you love me and won’t let anything bad happen. I love you and won’t let anything bad ever happen to you and if we have each other I know our love is strong enough so nothing can break us. You go everywhere with me, performances, award shows, gala’s all where I have to interact with my ex’s if you can do it for me I can do that for you too. You miss your friends I know you do, you act like leaving Los Angeles wasn’t a big deal and you are so strong for handling things the way you did. But what you did was a big deal and you came out of it stronger than when you left. You spend so much time making sure everyone’s okay you forget to put yourself first. So here I am telling you it’s okay to do that. I’m going to make sure you get to party with your friends who you haven’t seen in a year, who I know you miss because they’ve been a part of your lives for way longer than I have and deciding to leave them was one of the hardest things you had to do. So I am going to take my princess to her stupid ex’s party so she can hang out with her friends and I can finally meet the people who make her happy, okay?” Shawn says wiping the tears that fell from your eyes and you didn’t even realize you were crying until he was wiping them away

Looking up at him through soft eyes that hold nothing but love and admiration for him, he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips. Moving your hands from his waist to his neck you make the kiss deeper. Hearing the elevator ding you guys break apart, he leans to move his forehead against yours as the doors open nudging his nose with yours softly, you can feel his breathe on your mouth “I love you, Princess,” he goes to peck your lips again before he can pull away you peck his lips “I love you prince”

He pecks your forehead and pulls you out of the elevator smiling down at you while leading you to the jeep “Now let's go home and get my princess all dolled up to make her grand entrance” opening the car door for you he bows down

“Why thank you my prince” you go to pull him in for one more kiss before he makes his way around the car to the driver's side ready to take you guys home to get ready for an infamous David Dobrik house party.

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Thanks for reading I hope you enjoy it this is 4/6 a lot longer than I intended but I hope you liked it. If you have any suggestions or feedback it is greatly appreciated and my ask box and dms are always open. Again this is just something that's been floating in my head that I haven't seen anyone do yet so thank you for reading. Xx

Pt. 5 will be up tomorrow or late Wednesday :)

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