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youtuber Sukuna

I beg you to read the shitposts I made about this, they are delicious. You don’t have to of course but...if you loved me you would :) s/n = screen name, and I hope you chuckle at Sukunas screen name

Content warning: uhmhm lowkey incel shit(mean internet comments and whatnot)

part two --- part 3

Name: Sukuna. Age: 25. Height: 6 foot 5 inches. Occupation: toxic Youtuber, fitness trainer and hot guy.

Sukuna wasn’t exactly known for being kind. He wasn’t nice to others, rarely having anything good to say about anyone, and he’d made a successful Youtube career out of it. First starting as a fitness trainer at his gym, through encouragement from his clients and the notion of a quick cash grab, he started Youtube.

He didn’t care about it and that reflected in the quality of his videos and editing. He didn’t have consistent uploads, just filming and posting videos whenever he wanted, analytics be fucked. But somehow, that worked out for him, and he quickly found himself with over two million subscribers just frothing at the mouth for his next video.

And those subscribers were some of the worst people. Sukuna didn’t care about fostering a safe space online for others, not in the slightest. His comment sections were atrocious, both on his Youtube and his Instagram. It was full of toxic men one-upping each other constantly and dragging on each other for not being able to work out as much as Sukuna did.

Sukuna was a large part of why his fanbase were so toxic. He himself often made bad comments about others, whether fellow creators or people that happened to appear in the backgrounds of his videos, and on more than one occasion he’d been ‘cancelled’. None of that mattered though, all he cared about was shitting on other people and making money.

Sometimes he played video games and posted it, but not too often. Sukuna often stated he wasn’t so much of a fucking lonely loser that he’d play video games all the time, and so the gaming videos he did post were few and far between. He played angry shooter games and GTA, mindless button clicking he could get lost in for a few hours for a video.

Laying in bed one night after uploading his most recent video, one where he rages at 12 year olds on GTA online, Sukuna was just scrolling through his phone mindlessly. After he uploads video game content, like clockwork, he gets recommendations for gaming channels. He only watches a few of them, mostly leaving mean comments saying what losers they are, but one catches his eye.

He’s never been recommended this kind of video before. The thumbnail is light and bright with some pink aesthetic lights in the back. But the most enticing thing is the person in the middle, cute pink cat ear headphones on and a bright smile.

“Let’s see…” Sukuna mumbles to himself, mindlessly clicking the video. He hasn’t even read the title, he only clicked it because they were cute, and here he is nearly blinded by the bright setup they have.

“Hi everyone, it’s (Y/N) here and I’m really excited today! We’re going to be playing this new game I found!” Sukuna is immediately enraptured by the sound of your voice, watching how your face changes as you talk. His eyes drift off to the decor behind you, cute plushies and healthy plants, and some twinkling fairy lights. There’s books as well, and your chair is one of those ergonomic gamer chairs he has as well but in pink.

Sukuna watches the video dumbly, totally in the dark about whatever you’re doing, but loving it all the same. All he knows is that he likes the sound of your voice, and when you laugh and smile at a funny part in the game, it makes a light flush come to his cheeks.

It only takes one video for Sukuna to spiral into more of your content. He watches a video on your gaming setup, and he’s surprised that so much technology can come in pink. He watches a video on how you edit, a few of you cooking in your kitchen, and even a few vlog videos.

He quickly subscribes to your channel, and when you plug your social media, he immediately goes there. Pulling up your Instagram, he stares at your profile picture and almost audibly coos at you for being cute.

Your profile is just as cute as your videos are and Sukuna barely remembers to follow you before he’s going through your whole feed, liking every picture he sees. Sometimes he leaves comments, only one word though, ‘cute’. He’s never liked something so outright cute before, it wasn’t who he was and it definitely didn’t fit with his brand.

Falling asleep after following you on every platform, Sukuna wakes up thinking about you as well. And he also wakes up to hundreds of comments from all his accounts, bombarding him with questions and screenshots from last night.

‘SUKUNA WHY WOULD YOU LIKE THIS SHIT?!’

‘OMG Sukuna liked (Y/N)s posts!!’

‘Sukuna is so gross and toxic, you better stay away from (Y/N)!’

‘SUKUNA YOU GAY NOW’

‘EW why the fuck do you like this bitch?’

There were hundreds of comments that he waded through. Most were from his fans, expressing disgust at how many photos of yours he’d liked and wondering why he, Sukuna, most heterosexual alpha male on the planet, would like a pretty in pink Youtuber who had bubbly intros and whined when their animal crossing villagers wanted to move away.

Other comments were from your fans, some in awe that he would like you considering how much he said he hated overly cute things. Other fans expressed concern, worried what this might mean for their favorite Youtuber. Did Sukuna want to cause problems, potentially hurting you? He did have a reputation of bullying others, so this wasn’t far fetched.

Checking your Instagram, you didn’t make any comment about it. There wasn’t any update or anything, but on his end he was being tagged in endless Twitter threads with screenshots of him liking your posts and commenting under them.

“For fucks sake.” He grunted, clenching his phone in his hands. The amount of notifications he was getting were starting to upset him and he nearly threw his phone to get them to stop.

Ignoring his phone for the rest of the day, Sukuna went to the gym like he always did and trained with his clients. Some of them brought it up to him, asking him if he had a mind break last night and forgot what he was doing. Sending them harsh glares, Sukuna refused to talk about it.

“Oh my fucking god.” Sukuna nearly wailed when he got home, finally checking his phone. His name and yours had begun trending, and the hashtag #protect(Y/N) was also. Muttering angrily under his breath, Sukuna turned on Instagram live.

“Okay what the fuck!” He shouted, seeing the live become instantly flooded with people all screaming about you and him. “You’re all fucking annoying, you know that?” Glaring harshly at the camera, he read some of the comments that went by.

‘WHY’D YOU LIKE (Y/N)S POSTS FROM 2017’

‘Are you two secretly dating??’

‘COLLAB!’

“Who gives a shit why I liked their stuff, you’re a fucking weirdo for keeping track of me. And we aren’t secretly dating, dipshits.” Rolling his eyes, Sukuna scoffed as more comments came in begging for a collaboration. “And think about it you morons, why would we collab? Our shit is too fucking different, what would we even film about?”

Sukuna stayed on Instagram live for nearly an hour answering questions asking about you. Every time he had to answer that you weren’t secretly dating, he got a little more annoyed. Not at the comments themselves but at the fact that it was true; you didn’t even know he existed.

Ending the live in a huff, Sukuna didn’t feel any better than before, and it was made even worse by the fact that everything he said was being relayed to Twitter, and you were tagged in every tweet.

“These idiots!” Staring at his phone, Sukuna couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On your Instagram stories, you’d posted a q&a for your followers, and nearly all of the comments were about Sukuna.

“Hi everyone! No, me and Sukuna aren’t dating!” You said, laughing a little to ease how uncomfortable you were. “To be honest, I’ve never even heard of him before! As you know, my content is very...different from his, so our circles don’t exactly intersect. But I’m always happy to have new followers and potential friends!”

“Fuck me.” Sukuna groaned, cringing at how uncomfortable you looked having to address the sudden onslaught of questions. For once he wished he’d actually given a shit about his online presence, so that maybe one day your circles could intersect. He knew he scared you, he scared a lot of people, and this was just proof.

“Uh, Sukuna if you see this, hi it’s nice to meet you!” You said in the next slide, puffing out your cheeks and waving cutely at the camera. It made Sukuna blush, and he hated it. “Thank you for following me and liking my content! I was very surprised that you found me!”

“Of course I did, idiot, you’re fucking cute.” He muttered under his breath.

“I know a lot of people are asking for us to do a video together and I know our content is really different, so don’t feel pressured to respond or anything, but the offer is open! If you’d like, we can collab on something.”

“On what?” He asked like you were there.

“I cook sometimes, and I know you cook too! Maybe we can make a cooking video? You can teach me how to make healthy food or something!” Sukuna could tell a fake laugh when he heard one, and you definitely had one right now. “Anyways, thank you! Bye Sukuna!” But hearing you say his name cutely like that made him not care.

He nearly responded right away, accepting the collab offer now that you’d spoken about it, but he didn’t want to seem desperate. He watched through the rest of your Instagram stories, going back and replaying the parts where you talked about him over and over and his heart clenched every time when you said his name.

In the dead of night, Sukuna DM’s you after watching your latest video and leaving the simple comment ‘check your DM’s’.

“Fuck, what should I say?” He’s suddenly stumped as he looks at the keyboard. Typing and retyping a message, in the end all he can say is hi. He doesn’t expect a reply, ever, but when he gets a vibration on his phone two seconds later he jumps to read it.

(S/N): hi Sukuna! :)

(cursedgod): hey

Real fucking smart, repeating what he just said.

(S/N): is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

(S/N): I hope you haven’t been annoyed at all the notifications you’ve been getting!

(cursedgod): No it’s okay

(cursedgod): we can collab if you want

Good Sukuna, good. Play it cool, don’t let them know that your fingers are actually trembling because you’re nervous.

(S/N): do you want to?? I don’t want to pressure you! I know we’re pretty different haha

(cursedgod): yeah, let's do it. Cooking?

(S/N): sure!

Looking around his home, he was suddenly assaulted with the fact that he didn’t have any furniture. He barely had a proper bedroom, just a mattress on a bare frame and a dresser. His lounge room was the same with his computer setup in one corner and then nothing else. There was only a couch, a mounted TV and a fold out table and chairs for his dining room.

(cursedgod): I know a studio kitchen we can use, I’ll send you the address

Thank god he’d done promo work for a brand in a studio one day, otherwise he’d be fucked.

(S/N): awesome! I’m free next Saturday!

And just like that, it was a date. Well, a meeting. Sukuna knew it wasn’t a date, but his heart still thumped like it was one. Confirming the time, he ended the conversation with a curt goodbye and obsessed about it throughout the night.

When the day to meet you came, Sukuna nearly ran late trying to pick out his clothes. He’d never cared about looking good or presenting himself well in front of others, whatever version of him he turned up in was what they got. But for you, he wanted to try a little harder.

Waiting outside the studio space, Sukuna rubbed his hands together nervously. You’d messaged a day or two ago offering to put the video on your channel since it probably wouldn’t fit his aesthetic, so he didn’t have to bring his shitty camera equipment.

“S-sukuna?” Snapping his head up, Sukunas mouth fell open looking at your curious face a few feet away, an Uber driving off behind you. You were even cuter in person, just his fucking luck. How was he expected to act like a normal person when his recent obsession was here looking better than he could have imagined.

“Hi.” What comes out is a grunt, not the smooth word he’d hoped. He can see you eyeing him up, taking in all the thick and corded muscles of his body. It made his chest puff out a little, he worked hard for this physique and to have you so openly looking at him made him happy.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Sticking your hand out, you smiled politely at him.

“Same.” Shaking your hand with a firm grip, Sukuna could feel the difference in your palms. Yours was soft and nicely moisturized and he had callouses everywhere and a few cuts and scrapes.

Opening the door for you, Sukuna led you to the studio space he’d rented out. It was a clean and modern kitchen, not unlike his own, but it had appliances and looked actually lived in. Helping you set up a few camera angles, Sukuna felt a pang of nerves hit him in the stomach.

“Sukuna, can we take a picture together?” You asked before starting, and Sukunas brow furrowed deeply. Why would you want to take a picture with him? His expression must have scared you, because you quickly backtracked. “F-for promo for this video, on Instagram and stuff!”

“Sure.” God, did he feel bad or what. He shouldn’t have made that face at you, now you wouldn’t look him in the eye. Crouching down to get the right angle for you, Sukuna watched you pick a cute animal filter.

“Just do what I do.” Throwing up a peace sign, you cutely tilted your head from side to side and smiled. Sukuna tried to do the same but he looked awkward, and most of all he was blushing pretty bad.

You snapped a multitude of pictures, some at different angles and some with different filters, and in all of them Sukuna was blushing at least a little. He managed to smile more as it went on, even laughing at one of the filters.

“Thanks! I’m going to post these really quick and then we can get started!” Giving him a brief smile, you turned back to your phone and set about editing some of the pictures. Looking over your shoulder, Sukuna could see that he looked like a blushing high schooler meeting their idol for the first time and not a grown man.

Once the photos were posted and you tagged him in everything, it was time to start. Setting up your marks on the floor, you took a generous drink of water and cleared your throat.

“Are you ready for the intro? I’ll start it and introduce you, okay?” You’d actually prepared a script for yourself, and showed Sukuna as well.

“Okay.” Stepping in front of the camera, Sukuna bristled at feeling you so close to him. Your arm brushed his casually as you were fixing your shirt, and Sukuna was glad he’d worn his most expensive cologne for this.

“Hi everyone, welcome to today's video! As you know, I’m (Y/N), and today we have a special guest today!” Throwing your arms in the air, you motioned to Sukuna.

“Hi.” He nodded, barely cracking a smile. He could feel you looking at him like you wanted to say something, but he didn’t look.

“So, many people have been asking for us to do a collaboration and it’s finally here!” Clapping your hands lightly, you rocked on your heels and nudged his shoulder with yours. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?”

“Uh-” The playful nudge you’d given him was enough to make Sukuna short circuit. “I-I-” He suddenly couldn’t remember how to speak. “Rice?”

“Let’s try that again.” You laughed. “Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” This time, you didn’t nudge him with your shoulder.

“We’re gonna…” the words were on the tip of his tongue, they wanted to come out and be spoken but he couldn’t do it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Nodding reassuringly, you took a deep breath in and out, and Sukuna shakily copied. “One more try?” When he looked at you, Sukuna expected to see a hint of annoyance in your face, but there was none. You were just smiling softly at him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll get it next time.” Stepping away from the camera, Sukuna took a drink of water and cleared his throat. Cracking the bones in his neck, he took a deep breath and came back. “Let’s do it.” No more fucking embarrassments.

“Do you want to tell them what we’ll be doing today?” You asked for the third time, slightly swaying your body side to side this time.

“We’re gonna make katsudon today.” Finally, the words he wanted to say came out.

“That’s right! As you can see, Sukuna is really fit!” You immediately hopped in, giving his arm a brief squeeze. “And he knows how to make a ton of healthy meals!”

“Mhmm.”

“So I asked if he could help teach me, and all of you at home, how to make it!” Smiling at the camera, you waited a few seconds before relaxing and turning it off. “Did you like that? We can refilm it if you want.”

“No, it’s okay.” Running a hand through his hair, he pointed to the bag of rice he’d brought. “Let’s get started on this shit.”

Taking fifteen minutes to film the two of you filling up the rice cooker, when it was over, you set about getting aesthetic shots of the other ingredients. Sukuna tried to seem casual off to the side on his phone, but he was really watching you.

Getting started on chopping the ingredients, Sukuna somehow managed to say the things he was supposed to without stuttering too badly. He was amazed that you could make the things he was doing sound so interesting, your narration as you held the camera and tried to do things yourself was impressive to the man that barely knew anything about cameras.

“Sukuna, I need help cutting the meat.” You whined, tapping the meat on the cutting board with a knife. “I don’t remember how you showed me.”

“Here.” Without thinking, Sukuan grabbed your hand with the knife in it and moved it for you. “You just have to move your wrist more, it’s not that hard.” Doing it a few times, when Sukuna felt your chest expand with air against his, that’s when he realized how close the two of you were. “S-sorry.” Immediately jumping back, he stared at the floor.

“Thanks!” Giving him a smile, you kept at it.

“I’ll fry the meat.” Stepping in as soon as you were done, Sukuna already had the hot oil ready. He was eager to cook and do something with his hands instead of - what he felt like - was awkwardly watching you off to the side.

“Okay!” Grabbing the camera, you focused on the pan. “You’re really good at this, Sukuna!”

“T-thanks.” Staring directly at the pan, Sukuna didn’t look away. Even with the hot oil popping up from the pan a few times and burning his fingers, he didn’t flinch at all.

“Ow!” But you did. Your hand had gotten too close, and when Sukuna flipped the meat, some of the oil had gotten on your hand.

“Shit.” Abandoning the pan, Sukuna was ready to drag you over to the sink for some cool water.

“I-it’s okay, it was only a little.” Shaking your stinging hand, you point to the food. “But I think the meat might burn.”

“Shit!”

Narrowly avoiding disaster with the meat, when it came time to cook the eggs, you made a joke about how you liked your eggs in the morning and Sukuna burnt them almost immediately. While not an overtly sexual comment, the implications of the words still affected him.

Somehow, he managed to make the dish come together and while his plated dish didn’t come out the best, yours looked at least halfway decent with overcooked meat and burnt eggs. The only things not messed up were the rice and vegetables, and even then Sukuna was surprised.

“We did it everyone, we made katsudon!” Holding up the bowls, you smiled big and nudged Sukunas shoulder again. “You saw we had a few mishaps along the way, but that’s okay, that’s what made it fun.”

“Yeah, it was fun.” Sukuna chuckled. Despite him being more nervous than he’d ever thought possible, he had fun cooking alongside you.

“Sukuna, will you try mine? I made it super pretty and everything.” Holding your dish up to him, Sukuna wasn’t expecting you to do that. Now he felt bad that his looked so ugly and like a teenaged boy made it; he almost said no.

Eating yours though, somehow it tasted better than he was expecting. It must have been how you prepared it, and the fact that you cared so much about the presentation. Eating it in silence, he let you eat in peace as well for a few minutes and compliment the food to the camera.

“Alright, that’s the end of the video!” Putting your bowl down, you turned to Sukuna. “I had so much fun today, thanks for filming this with me.” Now was his chance to make everything better. Putting his bowl down and bolstering himself with confidence, Sukuna threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him.

“Thank you (Y/N), I really did enjoy today. I hope we can film again soon!” He squeezed your shoulder and smiled really big at not only you but the camera as well. He knew he was blushing, he knew that even the tip of his nose was a nice rosy shade, but he didn’t care. If people teased him for it, then so be it. But he wanted you to know how he truly felt.

“R-really? You want to?” You asked, looking up at Sukuna from your place smooshed against his body.

“Really.”

“Aww, well you heard it here first everyone! Sukuna wants to shoot another video with me!” Clapping your hands a few times, you waved at the camera. “Okay, bye everyone!”

“Bye.” Sukuna waved too, waiting a few seconds before letting you go and turning off the camera.

“Sukuna, did you really mean it? You want to film another video with me?” You were in utter disbelief. All this time, he’d just seemed very standoffish, if not a little awkward around you. You were happy to film this video with him, he had way more followers than you and it would help boost both your channels, and to hear him say that just made it even better.

“Yeah, I was serious.” Sukuna spoke around stuffing his mouth with the food he still had left. He was more hungry than he thought, the nerves doing a good job of twisting his stomach during the video. Now that it’s over, he can finally relax.

“That makes me really happy.” Eating the rest of your food as well, you leant against the counter. “This is gonna sound kind of mean, but I was really scared to film with you today. I thought you were going to be really mean.”

“Shit, you did?” He grimaced, letting out a sigh. “Sorry I had you worried.” He could already imagine the comments you would get from his fans.

“It’s okay! You’re actually way nicer in person, I was surprised!”

“That’s good.”

“And you’re really buff, you have muscles in places I didn’t even know were possible!” You laughed bashfully at that comment, and avoided looking at him when he stared at you in shock. “I couldn’t help but notice…”

Were you checking him out? Had you been checking him out this whole time and he didn’t even realize? He had seen you eyeing him up when you first met, but were you looking at him like that at other times as well? Now he’d really have to watch your video to see if it was true.

“Thanks, it’s my job.” Could he have said that any lamer? “My job outside of all this, I mean. I’m a trainer at this fancy gym downtown.”

“Oh, I’ve seen some of your videos at your gym! I know which one you’re talking about.”

“You do? You’ve seen my videos?” If he wasn’t surprised before, he was now.

“Yeah, you know I had to do a little research beforehand.” You nodded, beginning to clean up the dishes around you. “And I know you’ve already watched almost all of my videos, so it only seemed fair.”

Did you have to bring that up? Now Sukuna was embarrassed again.

“Y-yeah, I did.” Clearing his throat, Sukuna helped gather the dishes. He took up washing them, another task he could do to get his mind off you. As you took down the camera equipment, he nearly broke several dishes and utensils from scrubbing too hard.

“I’ll call you an Uber.” He said when all was said and done and you were back at the front of the building.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.”

“No, I want to.” Quickly calling you a ride, Sukuna fiddled with his phone a little more. “Uh, could I- could I-” His voice kept leaving him, and he had to cough a few times. “Can I get your number? I really liked your camera shit and I want to improve mine.” Okay, it wasn’t a total lie. He did like your setup and wanted to make his just as good, but he really wanted your number to potentially talk to you more about things outside of Youtube.

“Sure! Go ahead and type it in.” You were quick to give him your phone, a cute pink phone case on the back of it. Typing it in, he can’t help but notice the little devil emoji you add by his name. He wants to ask, but your ride is already pulling up.

“Bye!” Setting all your camera gear inside the car, you turn and wave goodbye.

“See ya.” Just as you’re about to close the car door, Sukuna gets a burst of confidence. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“Okay!” And off you go. Sukuna watches the car drive off until he can’t see it anymore. He takes his time getting to his own place, eagerly awaiting your message with every step. But even when you do message him, all he can do is send a thumbs up back and nothing else.

It’s about two and a half days after that that you text him again, letting him know you’re done editing and that you’re going to post the video soon. It wasn’t a very long video to begin with, so the editing was simple enough. Sukuna replied with what appeared to be a lackluster ‘can’t wait’, but on the inside he was shaking. He’d already screenshot all the pictures the two of you took together and added them to a folder.

“Here we go.” As soon as the video went live, Sukuna watched it. He was mortified as soon as it started at the blush so evident on his cheeks, and how it stayed throughout the whole thing. He groaned at the part where he helped you cut up the meat, he almost wishes you’d cut it out. Every little detail that made him embarrassed was there, every little nuance of his actions you’d managed to capture and make it cute.

(Y/N): How do you like it??

You texted him after twenty minutes, eager to hear his thoughts.

(Sukuna): it’s good, good editing and stuff

(Y/N): yay! I’m going to read comments in a few hours, you should too! I bet people will be really shocked!

(Sukuna): yeah no doubt

Oh, he was definitely going to read the comments. Whereas you were going to wait for a fair few to come in before commenting, Sukuna frequently refreshed the page and read the new ones as they came in. You were right, a lot of people were surprised, but he also saw a lot of his fans as well.

‘Ew Sukuna really cooked for that bitch? They can’t do it themselves?’

‘Yeah, why do they have to rely on him? Useless as fuck lol’

‘Sukuna only did this to get laid, (Y/N) looks like an easy fuck’

All of those comments, and many more, made his blood boil. Usually, he wouldn’t care at all about the comments, letting them fester in his comment section and spiral out of control. But for you, it was different.

‘Fuck off and die you pieces of shit. Leave (Y/N) alone or say it to my fucking face’

Sukuna sent that message, along with a variety of other threats, to all the people that insulted you. He didn’t care that this wasn’t his channel and that you would deal with it in whatever way you wanted to. He needed to defend you against the unwanted audience he’d brought you.

Luckily, after seeing Sukunas messages, all of his fans backed off. They knew how serious he was about his threats and there were many rumors that he actually did go and beat people up who said things he didn’t like. No one wanted to be on the receiving end of his torment.

With Sukunas name attached to the video and his heavy presence in the comment section, the video easily went viral. It was easily the most viewed video on your channel, getting on the trending pages of several different platforms.

(Sukuna): hey

It’s nearly a week after the first video that Sukuna messages you, and the hype is still going strong, and your follower count grows greatly from it.

(Y/N): hi! What’s up?

(Sukuna): do you want to film a video for my channel now? We can play a game, I have a few

(Y/N): sure that sounds fun!

Oh how wrong you were. The game Sukuna chose was a scary game, a shooter game with scary zombies and a lot of possible jumpscares. He doesn’t tell you either, so on the night of filming - he insisted on it being nighttime to get the full scary effect - you were caught off guard.

“I don’t know about this.” You whined once you saw the title. The two of you were video calling alongside playing the game together, and Sukuna’s eyes flicked to your figure on the screen.

“It’ll be okay, I’ll carry you, don’t worry.” He had started filming as soon as he’d set up the game, and you were filming yourself as well for him.

“You promise it won’t be too scary?”

“If it’s too scary just close your eyes and I’ll protect you.” Smiling softly at you, he started up the game. The beginning was fine, just a quick introduction to the game, but as soon as things started to get moving, you were scared.

“Sukuna a zombie is eating me!” You screamed, frantically pushing buttons in an attempt to get it off.

“It’s okay!” He quickly got rid of it, and made sure to stay close to your character as the story progressed.

“(Y/N) stay by me, there’s about to be a whole lot of them.”

“Close your eyes there’s about to be a jump scare here.”

“Don’t worry about getting that item, I’ll grab it for you!”

Sukuna nearly forgot he was being filmed, saying sweet things to you to help encourage you and make sure you weren’t overwhelmed. There were many parts where you screamed in fright and Sukuna was there to coo at you and tell you it was okay. He made sure that your character never died, making sure to keep you close until the end of the game.

“Sukuna, that was so hard!” Squishing your cheeks in your hands, you looked at him through your phone.

“It was fun though, wasn’t it? I had fun with you.” Completely abandoning the game, he stared down at his phone with a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah, when there weren’t so many zombies.” You stuck your tongue out at him, and it made him laugh. Leaning his head into his hand, Sukuna grinned when you yawned.

“Aw, are you tired? Better go to sleep soon.” His voice dropped to a lower volume, like you were right next to him.

“I will.” You yawned again and it made Sukuna yawn as well.

“Get off the phone and go to bed, you’re making me tired too.”

“Fine.” Whining out the word, you waved sleepily. “Goodnight Sukuna, I’ll send you the video files in the morning, okay?”

“Night.” Waving back, Sukuna waited until you hung up to turn his stuff off as well.

In the morning, Sukuna was ready to edit. What usually took him a week to edit out of laziness, he took only a day to edit this video with you together. Rewatching the footage, he nearly gagged at seeing how soft his face got when he looked at you, and most of those parts were left in because he couldn’t stand to watch them and fix them.

(Sukuna): videos up

The next day, he messaged you. Once again Sukuna patrolled the comments, swiftly deleting any that said even a hint of a bad thing about you. There was less this time, what with Sukuna adding a warning at the beginning of the video threatening anyone that talked down at you.

This video, like the first, went viral. But for a much different reason. Since Sukuna was emotionally unable to deal with how sappy he was and edit those parts out, everyone got to see how soft he was for you. If the comments weren’t mean, they were screaming about how you and Sukuna must be dating now, because why else would he look at you and talk to you like that?

And much to Sukuna’s dismay, there were also fancam edits of you two together. Any clippable moment of him being sweet on you in the videos you’d made together along with the photos you’d posted on Instagram were edited together and posted on Twitter. You both were tagged in every single one, making sure Sukuna saw all the videos of you and him together. He saved all of them too, delighting in the way you looked with him with all those pretty filters.

By the end of the day, people were trying to put a ship name together for the two of you and he’s seen you repost a few fancams with cute messages of thanks as well. Seeing you receptive to the fans screaming about the two of you made him happy, even if he was still too nervous to text you about anything outside of Youtube.

As more comments came in, people on Twitter were begging him to do a vlog with you. You had quite a few on your channel, going to cafes or filming what your day or week was like. Sukuna had watched them all and was jealous of every single person that appeared alongside you.

(Y/N): hey I’m doing a live on Instagram if you want to join me! I know people really like us together lol it’ll be great for views

(Sukuna): sure

Did you want him to join now? He’d just gotten out of the shower and thrown on a pair of sweats, he wasn’t exactly decent. But he didn’t want to waste time getting ready only for you to end the live.

“Hi Sukuna!” You smiled and waved when he appeared on the screen.

“Hey.” He waved back, not caring about the angle he was holding the camera in. He saw hearts begin to fill up the screen and comments started to fly by, almost all in caps about the fact he was shirtless talking to you.

“Guys, don’t be weird! Who cares that Sukuna is shirtless?” You tried to stop them, but it was clear you were flustered as well. You weren’t looking at him, peeking at him through the screen a few times.

“God you’re all thirsty as fuck.” Sukuna finally looked at himself on the screen. He was shirtless and in bed, hair slightly damp and tousled on his pillow. Reading a few comments, he shot up. “Of course I’m wearing pants, you nasty fuck!” Storming out of bed, he stood in front of the only mirror in his house that wasn’t in the bathroom and turned the camera around. “See, look!”

“Oh.” Gasping softly, you were glad Sukuna didn’t notice you screenshot the live. Clad in only gray sweatpants, Sukuna’s freshly cleaned skin gleamed in the light of his bedroom and every single muscle and edge of his body was on display.

“There, told you I wasn’t fucking naked.” Rolling his eyes, he flopped back down on the bed. None of the comments had gotten any better, all of them talking about how hot he was and how you were so lucky to know him in real life.

“L-let's talk about something else.” You stammered, not showing your face on camera for a few minutes. Sukuna laughed at the comments teasing you for being embarrassed, agreeing with some of them under his breath.

“So, what the fuck are you all doing here?” Sukuna posed the question at the chat, but at you as well.

“Well before you came everyone was talking about you...and you know how everyone has been begging for us to vlog?” You started off slowly, peeking an eye at his face.

“Yeah?”

“I wanted to call you to ask how you felt about that?” How he felt? Why did you want to know?

“You couldn’t have texted me that?” That wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to say, but it made you chuckle, so it was okay.

“No! I wanted to ask so everyone could know!”

“I don’t mind it.” If you wanted to vlog with him, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“So…” Worrying your lip, you looked off camera for a few seconds before looking directly at Sukuna. “Would you like to be in a vlog with me, at a cafe? It’s outside the city, kind of far, but we can rent a car or-”

“Yes.” Sukuna interrupted, nodding his head quickly. “I’ll come. We don’t have to rent a car, I’ll drive.”

“Really?” The comments were just as shocked as you were. Sukuna never filmed anywhere but his home and the gym, this would be a monumental occasion.

“Did you want me to say no?”

“No!” You screamed immediately, nearly dropping your phone. “I just- I wasn’t expecting you to say yes!”

“Well I did.” Sukuna bit his lip, running a hand through his hair and flexing his arm. “So I guess it’s a date, huh?” His normal asshole confidence was back now that you were appearing through a screen and not right next to him. A surprised sound came from the back of your throat, and you nearly dropped the phone again.

“Y-yeah! A date!” It felt good to have you flustered for once and not Sukuna. Laughing heartily at you, Sukuna smirked at the comments.

“Was that all you wanted to ask me or was there something more?”

“No, that was it!”

“Alright.” Licking his lip and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth a little, Sukuna watched you bite your lip as well. “Well I’m gonna go, I got stuff to do, but I’ll text you later (Y/N).” Dropping his voice as he said goodbye, Sukuna left the livestream.

“Holy fuck.” As soon as his phone was off, Sukuna let out a breath he’d been holding in. His heart was pounding hard despite how confident he was in his actions. Flirting was nothing new to him, but with you it felt different and like he’d never done it before in his life.

He watched the rest of your livestream while he finished getting ready for bed, laughing at the comments still teasing you about getting flustered with him. The notifications for Twitter were going off as well, and he knew for sure that there were new fancams for him to check out later.

(Y/N): Sukuna!! You’re so embarrassing!

Texting him after your stream, your cheeks were still burning at the memory.

(Sukuna): hey, you said it would be good for views and it was

(Y/N): I know…

(Y/N): did you really mean it, about coming with me?

(Sukuna): of course. If I didn’t want to I would have said no

(Y/N): that’s good lol!

There was a lull in conversation, and Sukuna nearly fell asleep waiting for you to either text him again or for him to figure out what to say next.

(Y/N): so, a date huh? Are you going to bring me flowers?

Now he was awake. He didn’t expect you to bring that up again, and his eyes flew open. Sukuna’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, mind going blank on what to say.

(Y/N): lol just kidding! I know you only said that for the stream! I’ll text you later about the details, I’m about to knock out

(Y/N): goodnight :)

Well shit. Now he definitely wanted it to be a date.

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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enduracarrotchips · 3 years

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YouTuber AU

Hello welcome to Dating Scandal but with Twitter Involved (nightmare)

A little exposition here:

Link, Zelda, Sidon, Revali, and Riju are the most popular group of youtubers on the internet and have a huge fanbase that likes to theorize, draw fanart, and write fanfiction about them. Disclaimer, I don’t actually interact with real-person fandoms myself lol there’s just too much potential for drama and misunderstandings & they’re always bound to end in a dumpster fire but that is sort of what this au is about so.

Impa, Mipha, Daruk, and Urbosa are family friends that appear in a lot of their videos/streams.

(This is an art blog I swear)

enter vidcon 20XX

Link:

blows stuff up/sets stuff on fire with a side of cooking vids and gaming

most are filmed outside, he does those challenges where you try to cook stuff with limited ingredients/materials

has the largest fanbase of all of them, but not the most…intimidating.

does a lot of collab videos, mostly with Impa, Daruk, and Riju because they have similar interests/channels, but Zelda appears in his videos and is seen filming and the stans read too far into it

simps. i’m pointing at you.

Most popular videos are “shield surfing on rock!—how I broke my leg” “can Daruk eat Impa’s motorcycle?” and “how to inhale ranch dressing.”

Twitter handle is @ arsonistslullabye because he’s a hozier fan

45m subs

Zelda:

theories, analyses, conspiracies, and the occasional e x p e r i m e n t

she once got link to eat a frog for 50 bucks.

most people argue that she’s better than more popular YouTubers because she actually has quality content to give to the world and she has a lot of defensive supporters

She used to get a lot of hate before Urbosa spoke up about it and scared the bejeezus out of everyone

has an actual posting schedule

“Happy Sunday everyone, it’s Zelda Hyrule and today we will be talking about cryptozoology and why blupees exist, you cowards.”

Twitter handle is @ zeldaofhyrule and she is pan. just so you know. One of those calm extroverts that mystify me to this day.

18m subs

Sidon:

fashion/life hacks. Like gourmet troom troom but if they were real people.

Has the 2nd largest fanbase

most of them are girls

Sidon has a boyfriend though, which he told everyone at VidCon a few years ago

cue the drama and shipping and the entire fandom trying to figure out who the boyfriend is. A well known reddit thread emerged that presented the common guesses being Link, Sidon, and Zelda.

“But it can’t be Zelda, Sidon’s gay.”

“I’m not in the fandom but I thought Zelda was a boy??”

“Did you just say Sidon? Is that a typo? Are you saying that Sidon’s dating himself?”

Sidon x Sidon became a fandom joke.

Don’t look at me I’m just setting up all the worldbuilding. every fandom has their weird dark sides and Sidon x Sidon is the Linkcest of the Sidon YT fandom.

Mystery BF is actually Bazz, a pretty inconspicuous guy who appeared in a few of his videos. This was confirmed a year ago, but everyone still ships him with other YouTubers because they’re convinced he was lying to throw them off his scent. He really can’t catch a break and this is why you should not ship real people.

Twitter handle is @ officialprincesidon

says “beguiling” a lot

21m subs ᕙ( ͡❛ ▿ ͡❛)ᕗ

Mipha:

Sidon’s sister, hasn’t posted a single video but just has the channel for show because she appears in so many of Sidon’s videos as a model for his makeup tutorials and whatnot

has 328k for that. Everyone loves her, she’s great. @ mimipha

Revali:

Link’s sworn rival

Link thinks they’re friends

He kept popping up in link’s Twitter threads and making snarky comments until zelda called him out for not even following link (so why was he stalking his acc) which kept the Twitter drama to a minimum

Revali was the catalyst of a few popular memes and that’s where most of his subs come from.

drags link into a few challenges that always get a ton of views because of how competitive they get

“ITS JUST ASININE” is a running joke that everyone tries to get him to say. His @ is itsjustasinine as well

Urbosa is the only person who can win an argument with him

5m subs and growing rapidly. newer to youtube than everyone else.

Impa:

Doesn’t have a channel she’s just a mutual friend of Mipha, Zelda, and Link

Rides a motorcycle, so she is used in a few of Link’s videos.

@ ihaveamotorcycle because she thinks having a motorcycle is a personality trait. the most unruly on Twitter when it comes to replying to fan’s stuff, leaking upcoming videos and generally causing chaos.

Mipha’s girlfriend. That’s how she met Zelda and Link.

Urbosa:

Is actually a model, but she has a ton of YouTuber friends because she’s known Zelda since birth.

when she entered the youtube community she didn’t realize she would be adopting like 15 children

5m subs. her videos are professional & related to her modelling career. @ urbosasfury

I feel like she would do unboxing vids. I’m not sure what she’s unboxing.

Daruk

Just a friend of Link’s, fun guy. yells a lot. once ate a rock and had no reaction.

people are scared of him for that reason

Riju:

yoga & gymnastics & “ha look at how flexible I am its eAsY” videos

you know the type

she also does reactions and is sponsored by save the sand seals charities which she is very enthusiastic about. She’s also Urbosa’s niece and the only minor in the gang (15). I like to think that the champions YT community is actually not creepy so everyone respects her a ton

doesn’t post frequently, she mostly appears in Link’s videos to jump out of airplanes or whatever. And sometimes Zelda’s if she’s interested in the topic. 500k subs, but she’s always really popular when she appears in Link’s videos.

VidCon:

In the months leading up to VidCon, some fans on the internet made a few discoveries: first of all, that the inside of Link’s house is painted green. This is a big deal because all of his videos are filmed outside either in his backyard or on trips that he and the brosquad go on to do…whatever bros do. explosions. idk. The point is he had some announcement about VidCon and filmed it inside. Only the wall and a potted plant were shown.

However, the colour was similar to the the shade of Zelda’s living room. Fans dug through years and years of old videos and found a clip of Zelda walking through a hallway, where there was an open door and a glimpse of a houseplant.

There were 2 types of responses to the theory:

“They could just be roommates guys calm down”

“and they were ROOMMATES?”

others pointed out that Link could just not have a house and had to crash in Zelda’s

Some guy on reddit claimed he had a botany degree and declared that the houseplants in the clips were not of the same genus. Normal people pointed out that the plant would have grown 4 years between the clips and would look considerably different.

#Zelink trended on twitter for a while and people posted other old clips from both of their channels and the frog video blew up again

Impa retweeted a post tagged as #zelink with “rofl” and later publicly apologized for causing confusion.

Fans noticed that in the “can a motorcycle drive over my arm” (it was clickbait he’s fine) episode 2 years ago, Link was eating out of a paper lunch bag with his name written on it in handwriting that a few people claimed to look like Zelda’s, leading people to believe that she had packed him a lunch.

However, this theory was shot down with the counterargument that Zelda can’t cook. although. i mean how much skill do you need to make a sandwich.

No one knows what tumblr is doing at this time

Zelda wore a scarf in her “Save the Sand Seals” video that matched identically to the scarf Link wore when he travelled to Hebra to film a shield surfing video, but it’s been debated wether it’s actually the same scarf or not.

Neither Zelda nor Link has spoken up about the theories, and besides Impa’s one slip on twitter, neither has any of their friends. Zelda received a lot of backlash for the assumption that she was dating Link because he has a lot of delusional fans that didn’t want her to “steal their man” or whatever the hell that type of fan would get mad about

Oh yea and bolson & karson run a zelink fanpage on twitter sorry I forgot about that

after that whole mess, everyone was even more anticipant of VidCon in the hopes that some of their questions would be answered.

The whole batch went to VidCon this year: Link, Impa, Daruk, and Riju are a gang while Sidon and Mipha go together and Zelda & Revali each go separately. Urbosa is there for supervision moral support

Zelda has always been much better at dodging questions that she doesn’t want to answer than anyone else, so her Q&A went without a hitch. When asked to confirm the rumours she said “which one?” and then moved on to the next question (without actually confirming any rumours).

Link is generally a more awkward person but eventually said that he had filmed the video in Zelda’s house because it was nicer and didn’t realize it would cause such an uproar. Fans were disappointed, but Bolson claimed he saw Link and Zelda exiting the hotel elevator on the same floor after Link’s Q&A session. No one believed him.

Fans went back to theorizing over who Link, Zelda, and Sidon were all dating, because apparently they can’t just be dating unknown people and have to be with other YouTubers

Sidon and Bazz got engaged about a week after VidCon, making at least 4 preteen girls cry

actually try 4 million

Sidon x Sidon made a brief comeback but Sidon spoke up about his fandom for the first time ever on twitter and told everyone that no, he was not dating himself. eventually, everyone settled down and accepted that none of them were in a relationship save for a few loud fans.

Link and Zelda still got the occasional “when will you tell us who you’re dating?” comment but most of them were joking and the people who still hardcore shipped them were generally frowned upon. Zelda’s popularity went up after VidCon and she regained the 200k subscribers she’d lost after the first theory dropped.

Two months after VidCon, Link posted a video titled “Zelda and I’s House Tour!” and gave around 45 million people a heart attack

as revealed in the video, they had actually been dating since they were 16 and everyone’s just a fool.

the potted plant is named Hestu.

#listen. listen. youtuber au #idc if u came here to see genderless art this is what I am posting today #genderless art in the future though #anyways I'm so sorry #sidon x sidon trends for a few days and I feel bad for the ppl who have to handwrite the trending descriptions on twitter #like what would it be #reddit user @ steponmeurbosa makes a spelling error and sparks shipping between beauty guru sidon and himself #if someone tries to start discourse about YouTube fandoms on my post I am blocking you #headcanons #opinions #youtuber au #botw #zelink #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #thank god I got this out of my notes app

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 3 years

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Wed 26 May 21

Hiiii I’m a lil dummy and I miss stuff sometimes oops so anyway here’s what I missed yesterday-- full audio of Zayn singing the song Leave Before You Love Me (released just a few days ago by the Jonas Brothers) was leaked by Zayn’s cousin! Seems that Z probably demo-ed the song back when it was being shopped around but it ended up going to JB- which would be our loss except heyyyy we get to hear Zayn’s version now anyway! It’s on youtube and it is GORGEOUS, check it out, and anyhow that explains the seemingly random promo tweet from Zayn yesterday- I should have KNOWN to look further, sigh, if Zayn is online there’s ALWAYS a reason. Side note, this is the other song (besides Our Song) that Plested wrote on that was released the same day that Niall was teasing him about the other day, as he is promoting both singles at the same time (and how they’re both smashing it.) Also Niall liked a post of Joe Jonas’ about the song yesterday. Basically: this song is ALL UP IN the updates!

And speaking of Niall and his promo- he continues to insist his pronunciation of Niall and Nile aren’t the same, “they’re absolutely not” he says and clarifies: “Nile and Ni-Al.” Ummm... As someone to whom his demonstration sounds literally indistinguishable I have to say I’m enjoying the show (and thank you Anne Marie, who said “THEY ARE EXACTLY THE SAME” for proving that not being able to hear it is not just an American thing). “Listen to me” insists Niall, and also insisted he has “handsome hunk energy” (not ‘big baby energy’ thank you very much)- and in case you don’t believe it he pulled down his shirt to show off his chest hair in an interview, COULD A BIG BABY DO THAT? About NH3 Niall says “this year, next year, no idea.” He and Anne Marie tell us about a deadbeat employee who was cut from the video-- “It’s not in the video but we paid this dog to speak, like ‘woof’ obviously, when he’s been told to speak... and he didn’t speak when we told him to,” Niall admits he’s a fangirl for The Eagles, and Anne Marie makes him turn bright red by calling him out for looking at himself in the mirror; Niall’s collab promo strategy is hilariously identical every time but damn it, it IS fun and cute and effective, so hey carry on! “That promo with Niall I was quite hyper. I’d had a sip of coffee by accident, I thought it was hot chocolate and it switched up my ADHD like woah,” Anne Marie says to explain herself, no excuses whatsoever are needed but lol. Tickets are on sale now for Niall’s (management company’s) golf tournament.

Harry’s photographer Helene Pabrum was interviewed in a new podcast- she answered lots of Harry questions and shared some lovely unseen pictures, from behind the scenes of HSLOT, music video shoots (as recent as TPWK even), and more. She tells us about what she thought when she first started out with him, “I was a little bit obsessed with the faces of all the fans in front of the stage. They were all at the same time crying and happy and so emotional and I was like wow so for me it was as interesting as the show itself,” and how the pictures they posted during tour were chosen-- “On tour when he wanted to post a picture to instagram I didn’t know if he wanted to post a live, or backstage or audience anything else one. So I would just sent a lot of pictures like take all of this, do what you want and he would post one… he is the one choosing the pictures, he’s the one deciding on them. He’s the one doing it and he’s very good at this. He decides…” and “if he doesn’t want to publish the picture he doesn’t do. It’s as simple as this.” (Meaning, I’d guess, that she was aware of the stupid discourse about how Harry probably doesn’t like her photos- uh huh yeah you can tell about how he has continued to hire her over and over for years- because he doesn’t look “good” in them, but at least we can finally put that to rest now right?? Fans: I don’t like Harry anymore because he doesn’t share enough personal stuff. Also fans: ugh why would he post pictures of himself looking human and accessible I hate this get it away, someone other than him is probably to blame! But she also says “I really feel happy and grateful that I receive so many really truly kind comments and kind messages” so that’s good.) Anyway, she also said her favorites are the candid ones, and “when you see a picture of him with just a t-shirt brushing his teeth it’s just great so for me, I was happy with his beautiful outfit and being simple.” She says he didn’t have much interest in picking up any French from her (or Camille I guess hmmm), “maybe he prefers speaking Italian,” and “I was really surprised to see him dancing. I was surprised in a good way, he’s young so he’s good at learning things really quickly.” (She’s only a few years older than him but he’s just got that Big Baby Energy, WBK!)

Meanwhile, Kill My Mind is soaring up the itunes charts worldwide and Walls got a boost as well as the fanbase got ProjectKMM underway, and two more Australia Louis shows were added ×͜×

#zayn #niall horan #harry styles #louis tomlinson #some people think Marshmello (whose song LBYLM is) might have chosen JB over Zayn b/c Z doesn’t really do promo #which is it just me or does that cast the To Begin Again promo tweet as his version leaked in a much funnier/ snarkier light if it’s true #tho really I think he was just online looking at the leak hubbub and was like oh hey. I sang on that. cool.#listen if you are up on things that I’m not I very much invite people to bring me news!#Zayn news especially it is frankly impossible to find Z blogs I can stand to follow on here #if you know or have a blog that shares up to date Z gossip and news without also hating on any of OT4 or cooing about Elounor and Freddie #I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT but I don’t think any such blog exists alas. Twitter perhaps? I would not know #what I really need to do is just remember that if zayn tweets-- go like for the discourse some drama is happening #without fail #plested #projectKMM #anne marie #helene pabrum #long post #kinda? idk #26 may 21

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neocatharsis · 3 years

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Ten on his new Represent capsule, grappling with creativity, and evading genre lines.

As Ten Lee - a vocalist and dancer in K-pop groups NCT (with whom he debuted in 2016) and Super M, and Chinese group WayV - is musing over his proclivity for partnering music or visual styles in a way that others deem strange, he veers off on a tangent. “Anything can be matched… except juice and coffee,” he says, suddenly. “Those two should never be.” Ten is infamously anti-fruit. It stems from a mistaken process of association in childhood where “I had the image of a spider and the image of fruit mixed up,” he laughs awkwardly, “so now whenever I put fruit in my mouth, I think there’s spiders in my mouth.”

Random abstractions such as this pepper his rapid-fire conversation, like small fireworks fizzing through the dark. Excitable, enthused and sharply alert, if Ten’s energy was visible it would be a shimmering mantle of gold and silver dust. As a dancer, he moves with a sinuous, controlled power that can shift from elegant to explosive on a single beat. As a visual artist, the Bangkok-born, multilingual 25-year-old recently added the title of designer to his growing list of achievements, launching an already sold out collaboration with the bespoke merch platform Represent.

Aptly, he named his collaboration “What is ??? THE ANSWERS”, for although being a chameleonic artist is one of Ten’s greatest strengths, the personality traits that enable this created within him question marks around how he saw himself fitting into the world. “People ask me, ‘What kind of music do you like?’ And I say, ‘I like R&B but hope it sounds rock’. And they’re like, ‘That doesn’t make sense’.” It was troubling to Ten that people began telling him who he was and how he should be, instead of accepting him as is.

In a recent Instagram Live, the myriad of Ten’s contrasts tumble forthwith. He’s the doting cat-dad. His inner emo, who loves rock music, shows off dried roses, with the stern, black, geometric lines of the large tattoo on his inner right arm sometimes visible. But he’s also delicate in a way, with his butterfly tattoo and hair lightly permed, who names daisies as his other favourite flower, and plays Fousheé’s breathy TikTok hit, 'Deep End'.

“Have you seen the image where I have my name in a cross in lots of different languages?” He pulls the image up on his phone. The design sits on his Represent long sleeve tee. “I was thinking [about this], like, what you’re saying... Ten has this luvvie flower side and a very ‘rawwrr!’ side. I’m always like, ‘Ten, what kind of person are you?’ I do ask myself that, too, because everything I like is so different [to the other].” He could have conceded, and reined himself in. He’s pushed back instead. “I thought, ‘I can be anything I want, I can be this in the morning and this at night. I can be any person I want to be’. And that’s what makes me comfortable and happy.”

On his Instagram, Polaroids feature scrawled messages, like “Don’t tell me what to do!” and “Whatever! I’ll do it my way”. The designs of his collaboration seek to challenge being boxed in by other people’s standards, thus limiting ourselves. The recurring symbol of a cross tipped with arrows is a nod to the Chinese letter for 10, but doubles as a plus sign. He’s added it to his Instagram, writing “TEN_+•10” in his bio. “A plus sign can mean that you’re adding on and growing.” He points to another version of the arrow-cross, one with short diagonal dashes between its points that symbolise light. It means, he says, “that I’m radiating. I’m burning, I’m active, I’m doubling myself.” He touches his forearm, where crowning his geometric tattoo is a blazing sun. “I have this, like, if you want to be the light, you have to burn. I relate to that.”

This isn’t to say Ten’s self-exploration is complete. While celebrating his strengths, the artwork also portrays parts of himself not yet conquered. He admits to being a chronic overthinker: “Even very small things that happen to me, I rethink a thousand times, and I get stressed out because of the things I do. Like, the main theme [here] is me overthinking but trying to find an answer even though it doesn’t have any answer.” Fittingly, spiral shapes dominate his designs, looming large amongst bright, bold shapes that evoke 80s Pop Art and graffiti, though Ten shies away from defining himself as “fully an artist, I’m not in the position to say things like that yet.”

“I’m still learning and trying new things. You learn by getting different elements from different people and I’m in that stage now.” He enjoys wandering the infinite halls of Instagram and Pinterest where he screenshots art that he likes, lost in the images, often for hours. He explains that he’s mostly influenced by whatever his current visual obsession is. “I’m interested in tattoos lately so my paintings look like tattoo designs. I’m that person who, when they see stuff, it goes into my brain and instantly comes out from my hands,” he laughs.

Ten’s introduction to art and design was through his mother, who believed music, art and sport were more important in a child’s development than traditional academia. “She didn’t care if I got an A* or not, just don’t get an F or a D,” he grins. Like any kid forced to do something, Ten railed against spending his weekends at art school. He attended but he didn’t draw. He befriended his teacher and other pupils and, as they worked, he chatted. “I was a very talkative kid! When I came to SM Entertainment (in 2013), I had a lot of my own time because my parents were in Thailand and I was alone. I had to absorb all the new culture and adapt to a new environment.’” When he felt surrounded by “negative energy”, he began drawing, enamoured with the space and freedom it offered because in art, as he often says, “there’s no right answer.”

There is, however, sometimes a middle ground. His goal was to make the Represent collection accessible to his diverse fanbase. “I wanted to make things that people can easily wear because it was my first project to make something with clothes and it’s a collab. If you go too far out, no one will get it. If you go too far back, people won’t reach for it. So finding the middle ground is important but that’s the hardest thing to do. If it’s my own project, I’ll be like, ‘I’m the president of this brand, I’m gonna make all the weird clothes that I can imagine!’”

He sought second opinions to ensure his designs landed the way he hoped. “I have a lot of good friends around me - my choreographer, (SHINee and Super M member) Taemin hyung, my manager. I randomly ask people I’m comfortable with and have known for a long time, like Mark (Lee, of NCT and Super M). Mark has the same kind of perspective as me, but I’m a person who is arrghhh!” He waves his hands in the air. “And he’s very calm. I need a person who is opposite of me because when I’m in a mood, I talk nonsense - ‘I wanna do this, I wanna do that, I wanna make this!’ - and Mark’s like,’Bro, calm down’,” he says in a rather uncanny impression of the Canadian-Korean.

Ten works fast when he’s drawing. He has to. He describes his personality as someone who can't wait until the next day to do something. “I’m very impatient,” he smiles. “If I’m going to paint or draw, I’m going to finish it in, like, two hours. I can’t sit down for three hours.” When inspiration hits him, it’s off the back of deep contemplation, sometimes about the mundane - “Like, why do the cats come to me when they’re hungry only? Is it selfish or instinct? - at other times, something affecting him emotionally.

But whereas his job as a singer and dancer sees him project his energy outwards, art offers the opposite. He’s often alone in his room when he works. As is for many artists, the right mood is fundamental. “When I’m in a good mood, I can’t draw,” he half-sighs. It’s also a multi-sensory process. “Smell or the temperature of the room, that really helps me draw. I light three or four candles. And when I draw, it’s kind of heavy, the feeling,” he explains. “It feels like you’re sinking into something, into yourself, and everything seems so small. Everything narrows down into me, my pencil, the paper.”

The more work he does in different creative mediums, the less Ten’s desire is to keep them separate. His art, dance and music influence each other, whether it’s customising his own collaboration pieces, a choreography video in an art gallery or dancing underwater with a film crew. When someone tells him that something won’t work or match up well, he refuses to let the idea go until he’s attempted it.

“I’ve had that since I was young. I think everything is possible. If you don’t try, you don’t know. When people say it’s impossible, like dancing in water for three minutes, I’m like, then let’s make it possible. You don’t need to walk a straight line [in life], you can walk this way,” Ten says, pointing along an invisible line before switching sharply in direction. “Then go back on track, go that way, come back. No one should tell you to walk in a line, I don’t see the point of that.”

#nct #wayv #Ten

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cosmorice · 2 years

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Hold Me Now </3

pairing: nct127! johnny x reader

genre: angst, songfic, fluff in the end

warnings: nothing

wc: 1k

song rec: hold me now by the thompson twins

I have a picture

Pinned to my wall

An image of you and of me and we're laughing, we're loving it all

Johnny walked back into his home after shooting NCT U's most recent collab. He flickers the light on, greeted by nothing except for your shared dog and your light snores in your shared bedroom. His cheeks coated with salty tears as he looks at the portrait of you two hung up in the hallway, holding the newly adopted puppy, Chin. You both were laughing and enjoying yourselves as your eyes were submerged in Chin who had his tongue out gleefully.

But look at our life now

All tattered and torn

We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn

After gawking at the pictures, Johnny wondered what went wrong between you two as he sat on your shared couch. The relationship wasn't what it once was. The relationship used to be amazing, that was until the schedule got busier and the fans got even more crazy. Your insecurities would get the best of you as you barely saw Johnny. Now, you two would bicker about anything and everything, crying until the sun came up.

Oh, whoa

Hold me now, whoa

Warm my heart

Stay with me

Let loving start

I want things how it used to be y/n. I want you to stay. I want that spark to light up again.

You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind

Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find

Johnny had big dreams and goals, which he achieved with you by his side. At first you were worried about his growing fanbase and the beautiful girls that admired him, yet you still supported his dream. Even moving from Chicago to Seoul with your lover. You both catapulted into stardom quickly. His singing and your career as (whatever you want to be). He smiles glumly as he looks at your instagram, seeing the story you posted of you cozied up with your close friend (insert friend's name) at a small coffee shop in Gangnam earlier. What he noticed that your followers failed to, was the fake smile plastered on your face. Both you and him weren't okay. He knew it was just a rough patch that your relationship was bound to face. None of you were ready for it to be so intense though.

So perhaps I should leave here

Yeah, yeah, and go far away

But you know that there's nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here today

The fight you two had prior, was one of the worst. You threatened to break up with him right before his video shoot, knowing deep down, you loved him still. Having a relationship in the spotlight was already difficult enough, but having to deal with consistent hate from the fanbase did not help whatsoever. He knew there was no one he would rather be with, but it stung when your cries rang through the apartment as you told him you wanted to leave, but he didn't know you did not mean that. Your words seethed into him though, like a hot knife.

Hold me now, whoa

Warm my heart

Stay with me

Let loving start

He wants nothing more than to just hold you, and you wanted nothing more than to be held by him.

You ask if I love you

Well, what can I say?

You constantly asked him if he loved you. You knew he did, but the reassurance helped for a bit. It grew tiresome for him though, as he did not know what else to do or say that could prove his love. He just stands there now, no words escaping his pink lips.

You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play

He was flabbergasted and responded hastily that of course he loved you and these things are apart of a celebrity relationship. You knew though, it didn't have to be this way.

So I'll sing you a new song

Please don't cry anymore

I'll even ask your forgiveness

Though I don't know just what I'm asking it for

He tried to make you believe him, that he loved you even though he was just too busy to even come home now, like a broken record playing a horrible song. He was genuinely guilty and sorry, but then didn't understand why you still kept harboring animosity towards his actions, even after you were aware of how difficult his work life would be. It hurt. It hurt you alot, especially knowing he has to travel for his career and so do you. Of course you both resumed with your lifestyles though. Days where he was travelling, you were at home, weeping and wondering what he is doing.

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa

Hold me now, whoa

(Hold me in your loving arms)

He missed your warm touch. He missed the nights where you and Chin would wait for his arrival in the living room, warm smiles greeting him when he stepped through the doorway at the dark of night. He knew things needed to change.

Warm my heart

(Warm my cold and tired heart)

His heart felt cold and bitter. God.

Stay with me

(Stay with me)

He truly didn't want you to leave. Don't leave y/n.

Let loving start

Let loving start, whoa

Hold me now, whoa

(Hold me in your loving arms)

He contemplates before walking briskly into the bedroom. Flickering the lights off as he travels down the corridor with a tired Chin trailing behind him.His phone lights up, lockscreen taunting him with the photo of one of your many shared memories, now turned bittersweet. He turns the phone off as he smiles sadly at your sleeping figure before climbing into bed, removing his clothing and only remaining in boxers. He didn't even have the energy to change into proper pajamas.

Warm my heart

(Warm my cold and tired heart)

Stay with me

Let loving start

He kisses your forehead, causing you to stir and open your eyes to his silhouette. You smile sadly as you give way into his slim arms. Warmness engulfs your body as he whispers sweet nothings to you until your light snores could once again fill his ears.

You knew this was just a rough patch. Johnny was your one and only after all.

#kpop #kpop imagine #songfic #angst #fluff #fanfiction #johnny suh x reader #nct 127 x you #nct127 x reader #johnny seo x reader #johnny seo #johnny suh #nct 127

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asthmark · 4 years

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❝ comfortable ❞ l.mk

synopsis → “oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

word count → 3k

a/n → instead of admitting to the fact that this has been in my drafts since october what if i just said i was watching superm interviews and got inspired.. would anyone believe that??? anyway superm on the ellen show was a fever dream lol

your leg bounces nervously as your makeup artist touches up your look and you stare at the tv screen in anticipation. you were finally making your television debut. you knew you were blessed for the wonderful opportunity, especially for how new you were to the music industry.

you had started like nearly every other artist; posting covers on youtube. these were well received and gained a good amount of views and likes but your career really took off when you began creating original content. every time you would release a single, it would make it on the trending page thanks to your growing fanbase and exposure to the general public, who seemed to like you. soon enough, requests to interview you whether it be on radio, tv, or magazines were high and, thanks to your managers, you found yourself in los angeles, backstage in a studio, waiting for the ellen degeneres to introduce you to her live audience and thousands of viewers at home.

“don’t move so much, miss l/n,” the woman trying to apply your highlighter comments. “you’re smudging your makeup.”

you force yourself to sit still as you apologize. “sorry. pre-show jitters.”

the woman smiles, emphatically. “i understand, sweetheart. i would be nervous too.”

you’re quiet for a moment, debating if you should continue conversing with her. “can i be honest?”

she hums as she dabs a beauty blender into your cheek. “go ahead.”

“i am so nervous that i’ll mess up or say something stupid. the only thing close to an interview i’ve ever done was a q&a on my youtube channel. and at least i could edit stuff out then.” you huff. “if i make some kind of mistake on my tv debut, my career will be over before it even started.”

“well, think of it this way,” she says. “you went from a moderately popular youtube channel to the ellen show. that doesn’t happen for no reason. there are people out there who really admire you.”

you chuckle in disbelief. “it’s crazy to think about people actually wanting to see me. i still can't believe it.”

she giggles, softly. “they know there's something worth seeing.” at seeing your small smile, almost as if you were barely realizing your own star status, she laughs. “you seriously gotta wake up, girl. you’re famous!”

you smile at her, finding humor in her words. “thanks for the wake up call.”

you both direct your attention to the tv placed backstage that broadcasted what was happening on stage. you listen in to ellen’s monologue as she tells jokes and addresses current topics. before long, there’s a knock on the doorframe. you half expect a staff member to let you know that you’ll be on soon but instead you hear a quiet, “hello?”

you and your makeup artist both turn to the boy standing in the doorway. he's wearing a black jacket paired with dark, ripped jeans held up by a belt. he goes to bow, then remembers that korean etiquette does not apply and decides to wave as a greeting instead. you reciprocate the gesture. he stands with only one foot inside the room, almost as if he’s too polite to enter without being given the okay.

“did they send you to get your makeup done?” the woman who had done yours says.

he nods. “they said something about concealer and bb cream, i think?”

she smiles. “yeah, it’s basic stuff. come on in. what’s your name, dear?”

“oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

“well, mark lee, i’m lily. i’ll be doing your makeup, making sure you look pretty for the cameras.” she motions to you. “i'm just about done here so i’ll be right with you.”

“okay, thank you.” he shuffles in, his eyes glued to you and you hold his stare. he nods, a wordless greeting as he settles in next to you. in return, you throw up a peace sign and he smiles at your casual behavior.

“you know what? somebody used all the setting spray. i’ll be right back, i’m just going to steal some from my co-workers.” with that, lily darts out of the room.

it’s pure silence between the two of you until you spark conversation. “i didn't get to introduce myself but i'm y/n.”

“i know,” he responds, quickly. “i'm kind of a fan, actually. i mean, it’s practically impossible to not be. you’re all over the place. especially with the new single you dropped... which is a bop, by the way.”

you smile at his simply-worded praise. it was a nice switch up from the professional reviews you received from critics. “that’s so cute. i’m honored.” you miss the way mark’s ears turn slightly pink at your words. “but enough about me, what do you do, mark?”

“oh, me? i’m in the k-pop scene.”

you hum. “that’s a good genre to be in. which group?”

“right now i’m promoting with superm, it’s kind of like a side project. but originally, i’m in a band called nct.”

you lean forward at hearing the familiar name. “nct? as in, nct 127?”

mark’s eyes light up. “yeah! you know us?”

you nod, enthusiastically. “oh my god, yes! you collabed with ava, right?”

“we sure did. are you guys close?”

“i help her write lyrics sometimes.” you lower your voice down to a whisper for dramatic effect. “i wrote the chorus to ‘sweet but psycho’.”

the way mark’s jaw drops is almost comedic. “no way! that song got her famous, dude!” his lips curve into a playful smirk. “just because of that i’m gonna have to get you in the studio.”

you return the mischievous look. “is that a promise?”

“i’m back!” lily announces, giving mark no time to respond. she gives no warning as she spritzs you with the bottle she had gone to retrieve.

you cough, choking on the mist. “no heads up?”

“sorry, dear. you’re on in two minutes, no time to waste.”

you feel a chill go up your spine. it was finally time.

mark nudges your arm. “you okay?”

“a little nervous.” that proves to be the biggest understatement of all time because in reality your heart is doing somersaults.

“hey.” you stare at him, his brown eyes boring into you. “you’ll be fine. there’s nothing to worry about. you got this!”

you smile at his words of encouragement. he cared about you and you find that your heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now.

“i'll be here to cheer you on while you’re out there and i’ll be back when you’re done to tell you how amazing you did, okay?”

you nod.

“now get out there!”

“well, we have a great show for y’all today,” ellen says, clasping her hands together, having just finished her monologue. “i mean, it’s always great but the exciting thing is we have two musical guests today.”

the audience that cheered wildly is shown on screen. you almost forget about the knot in your stomach when you see some people in the crowd wearing shirts with the cover art and quoted lyrics of your last single.

“i see you guys are ready so, without further ado... let’s get started. our first guest is a soloist who has made quite a big name for herself in such a short period of time. she currently has three singles on the billboard charts, her most recent music video is number one trending on youtube, and she has a new ep coming out soon. here for her television debut, please welcome y/n l/n.”

you walk out from behind the stage, a huge smile on your face. the crowd screams and you wave to them until your hands become too occupied hugging the hostess who greets you with open arms and a proud smile. once the hype dies down and your entrance music fades out, you take a seat, opposite of ellen.

“how have you been y/n?”

“amazing,” you respond, letting your hands fall neatly in your lap.

“and why is that?”

you sigh, wistfully. “everything has been going so well for me lately. i mean, i feel like all these doors are opening up for me all of a sudden. i think i finally made it.”

“you’re just barely realizing that?” ellen exclaims.

you laugh, along with the audience. “kind of, yeah. it just all happened so fast.”

“is there an experience that comes to mind where you finally realized how famous you are?”

you try to think for a few moments before your eyes light up. “okay so, i was at a mcdonald’s like, last month and i went through the drive thru and ordered some nuggets and fries. so, i pull up to the window to pay and it’s around 2 a.m. so the cashier guy is super out of it, like he’s not even paying attention to me. finally, he goes to grab my card and he gets a good look at me and just freezes. like, full on shuts down. so i ask him if he’s okay and he nods so i try to hand him my card again but he goes, ‘no, you’re famous, you don’t have to pay’. and in that moment i just knew.”

“hold on, pause,” ellen announces, dramatically. “you’re telling me that you have been nominated as artist of the year, gained over ten million followers on social media and made your national television debut but the thing that really made you say ‘wow, i’m famous’ was a couple of chicken nuggets?”

“ellen, c’mon,” you begin, seriously. “it was a twenty piece.”

“oh, well, that changes everything,” she says, playing along with you, as the audience erupts into laughter.

the rest of the interview goes smoothly, running on jokes and sarcastic energy. you discuss your young age (thus resulting in some of your baby pictures finally being revealed to the world), millennial culture (the crowd went wild when you explained terms such as netflix and chill to ellen who claimed she didn’t understand yet her sly smirk said otherwise) and your upcoming ep (that you would be giving a sneak peek of later on in the show).

you continue chatting once the commercial break is announced and ellen showers you with praises, commenting how young talent never failed to amaze her, although it did make her feel old. you get to thank the hostess and tell her how much you appreciated her sweet words and the opportunity she had given you before the crew is dragging you backstage so you can prep for your upcoming performance.

you’re greeted by a “that was awesome!” and a high five one you get backstage.

you flash mark a full smile. “couldn’t have done it without my hype man.”

just then lily walks in to touch up your makeup.

“and my hype woman!”

she just rolls her eyes and chuckles as she reapplies gloss to your lips.

“seriously though, y/n. why did you have to be so perfect? the bar is all the way up here now.” to emphasize his point, mark raises his arm as high as it will go.

“hey, i only tried hard because you’re up next. you’re a hard act to beat, mark lee. i mean, you’re charismatic, charming, witty; basically every talk show host’s dream.”

he scoffs yet you see how he avoids your gaze, your compliments obviously flattering him to the extreme.

a staff member walks by, cutting your conversation short. “y/n, you’re back on in one. superm is on right after.”

you and mark turn back to each other, speaking the same two words at the same time.

“good luck.”

ellen introduces you again, only this time you hold a guitar and stand in front of a microphone once you’re back on the stage. you perform a never before heard song but judging by the roaring applause and standing ovation you receive by the end of it, it’s another successful hit.

you bask in the amazing response and then you’re ushered backstage for the last time. you catch sight of the staff placing more seats on the stage as you exit and you smile eagerly, knowing exactly what’s to come. you search the hallways for your new friend, hoping you can catch him before the show goes back on air. you’re almost about to give up when you hear your name being called.

you lock eyes with mark who stands a couple feet away, barely hidden from the audience’s view. even from where you stand you can tell he has a nervous smile on his face. you jog towards him and to your surprise, he envelops your figure without a second thought. in return, you tentatively wrap your arms around him.

“great job,” he murmurs, breath fanning your ear. “i really did cheer you on.”

“i’ll make sure to do the same.” you hesitantly pull away from his embrace, holding him at an arm’s length away. “go get ‘em.”

he gives you a determined nod and you watch him rush on stage, the audience’s wild cheering increasing. their energy didn’t fade once throughout the interview and just as you had suspected, mark was doing wonderfully. he clearly thrived in interviews; his awkward, boyish nature enchanting everyone in the studio, yourself included.

ellen crosses her legs and clears her throat. “so, i have to ask you something, you know, for the fans.”

the group leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting her next words.

“are any of you dating?”

the crowd released noises of amusement at hearing the very personal question. you can’t help but feel intrigued although you knew ellen has always been quite the invasive person. you watched as the seven boys looked around at each other, unsure what to say but before their silence can become suspiciously long, mark ends up taking the question.

“why are you always so curious about this, though?” he blurts.

the audience absolutely eats up his response, cheering at his bluntness. even you find it humorous, shoulders shaking with a chuckle. that’s definitely gonna become a meme, you think.

“it’s my job!” counters ellen. “why are you so defensive?”

the crowd is very responsive to ellen’s rebuttal, ‘ooh’ing in amusement.

mark’s silence only pushes the hostess to continue teasing him.

“does it maybe have anything to do with y/n?”

your smile drops. had she seen you two? you’re not sure why you feel so exposed; after all, you had just been talking.

ellen’s lips adorn a sly smile at mark’s stunned reaction. “you seemed to be getting very comfortable with each other backstage.”

the black haired male stumbles over his words before he gets a semi-coherent sentence out. “we just, um—we just met.”

“oh really? you two looked like you had known each other forever.”

mark chuckles breathlessly, eyes glued to his lap, obviously at a loss for words. ellen stares at him expectantly so he mutters, “i like making friends.”

ellen, the audience, and even some of the band members laugh at his response.

“well, i’m sure there’s a lot of fans out there that wish they were your ‘friend’.” her tone makes it clear she doesn’t buy his excuse but she prods him no further, instead turning to stare into the main camera. “when we get back superm will be performing their title track ‘jopping’. during the commercial break, please feel free to place your bets as to how long mark and y/n will remain ‘friends’.”

the camera pans to mark for a couple seconds; his ears are bright red and his cheeks are dusted light pink, his makeup doing nothing to help hide the blush. his eyes dart around, anxiously and then they cut to commercials.

you shake your head, smiling at the entire situation and just how big of a dork mark was.

you attentively watch superm’s two performances, eyes mostly glued to a certain rapper. you sit patiently in the makeup room, waiting for mark to return backstage so you can congratulate him but he never appears. you try to conceal your disappointment, even when lily enters the room, smiling brightly.

“well, the show’s over, doll.” she removes her makeup stained apron and glances at you as she places it on a nearby rack. “hey, why the long face?”

you stare at your reflection in the mirror, no longer bothering to hide your pout now that your frustration had been made known.

“you did great, if that’s what you’re worried about. just ask mark.”

“he left,” you mumble. “i thought i’d be able to catch him before he left and we could… i don’t know, talk a bit more? i just really—” you trail off.

“like him?” lily suggests, too loudly for your liking.

your head snaps towards her, eyes wide, only confirming your feelings.

“don’t worry, dear, you can say it. i won’t tell ellen,” she jokes.

you sigh and slump down in your seat. “yeah. i like him.”

“well, then, i have good news for you.”

you half-heartedly hum, allowing her to continue.

she waves a piece of crumpled paper in front of your face. you grab it from her, staring at it curiously.

“what’s this?”

she nods her head at it, encouraging you to find out for yourself. “open it and see.”

you obey, unfolding the tiny item. your eyes struggle to read the words inside but if you squint, they become clearer.

please call, me i would love to become closer ‘friends’.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

it’s mark btw :)

you can’t contain your smile at the cute little note.

“he’s adorable,” you say, mostly to yourself but lily audibly agrees.

“he ran into me as he was leaving and begged me to deliver that message to you. which reminds me, i’m supposed to let you know that he wishes he could have stuck around but his schedule is ‘crazy tight’ so he had to ‘dip’. his words not mine.”

you nod, grin widening. “thanks, lily.”

“my pleasure. nothing like young love.”

you give her a glare although it’s all but threatening.

she folds her arms, teasingly. “so, are you going to give him a call or what?”

you’re sure she sees the phone in your hand and the way your fingers press the numbers on the keypad, excitedly but nevertheless, you decide to answer.

“i’d be crazy not to.”

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rina-writes · 4 years

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The Absolute Worst

Summary: You accompany your brother, a newly famous YouTuber, to the Dolans house for a collab. Through a series of misunderstandings, you determine that Ethan Dolan is the worst human being in the world. Luckily, the feelings are mutual. Much to your chagrin, because of a misstep on your part, you are now quarantining with Dolans for 14 days. Your only hope is to make it through the tension without it all blowing up in your face.

Warnings: Angsty in the beginning, then smut and then fluff towards the end. (Just in case this isn’t clear...single!Ethan)

You touched your face with disbelief as you stared up at Ethan Dolan’s smug face. You couldn’t believe that you had forgotten to put on your mask, and of all times now? Your face turned red hot as your hand dipped into your pocket to pull out the triple layered fabric mask. You slipped it behind each ear sheepishly, unable to meet Ethan’s eyes.

“What was that about my brother and I being socially irresponsible?” Ethan asked you, folding his arms. “I believe you went as far to say that we are terrible role models for our incredibly young fanbase.”

You didn’t have to look at him to know how he was staring at you. Besides glaring at him all day, you had followed the twins for a couple years. Ethan seemed to be a sweet guy, with his boyish look of large hazel eyes, tousled dark brown hair and rosy red cheeks. The behavior you saw today revealed him to be a complete douche bag.

For starters, when you first arrived with your brother, the boys were too busy to greet you. Something was so important on their phones that they could not tear themselves away. You and your brother watched them awkwardly in silence, wondering what to do. It was only when you cleared your throat did Grayson look up and introduce himself. He had to yell Ethan’s name and slap him on the shoulder to get Ethan to pay attention.

The boys gave you and your brother a tour of their estate, and Ethan lingered around his car to brag about it. As he drowned on and on about his Tesla, you looked at your brother with a worried expression. Your brother was younger than you, and quite impressionable. His most recent video recently gained popularity earning him a check from YouTube with more zeroes than anyone in your family had seen in their lifetime. Your entire family respected that it was your brother’s money, but everyone was praying he didn’t do anything foolish with it. Given the fact your brother could not even drive without a licensed driver accompanying him, you didn’t like the starry look in your brother’s eyes when Ethan bragged about the car. Your heart almost dropped to your stomach when your brother agreed and said, “I’m definitely buying a Tesla.”

“Y/b/n,” You said in a warning tone. “You should really focus on getting a place to live...”

“Lay off, Y/n.” Your brother whispered to you, harshly.

You were a bit taken aback. Your brother never spoke to you like that...at least not in public. You had a fairly good relationship, and he knew you meant well. You instantly blamed it on the fact he was trying to look cool in front of Ethan.

“If you need a place to live,” Grayson smiled, walking over to a navy blue wrapped van. “How about this nice van?”

You blinked slowly. Why on Earth would your teenage brother want a van?

“Is this the van from your cross country trip?!” Your brother yelled, running over to it.

“Oh hell no...” You said a little too loudly. The last thing you wanted was for your fanboy brother to get duped into buying a lemon. You put your hands on your hips. “And how much is this van, Mr. Dolan?”

Grayson’s eyebrows went up at the accusatory tone, and you saw Ethan’s shoulders square up behind his brother. You didn’t back down. Sure, they were large muscular dudes, but you weren’t a coward. At least...not when it came to your younger brother.

“It depends on how much you want to offer...” Grayson said, recovering from his shock with a soft smile.

“How much did you buy it for?” You asked, cutting off your brother before he could jump in.

“$75,000...” Ethan said, folding his arms as he walked forward. “But we’re selling it for 74, plus $100 since Grayson took the time to build it up nicely.”

You gulped. You glanced at your brother who had fallen silent. That was more than what was in his bank account at the moment. You definitely couldn’t afford that.

“It’s less than the Tesla...” Grayson offered with a soft laugh.

You watched as your brother’s eyes widened, followed by the slump of his shoulders. You sighed. Great, now your brother felt like a loser because he couldn’t afford these fancy cars.

“If you’re done flaunting, it would be nice to start the video.” You rolled your eyes.

“Y/n...” Your brother frowned. “Don’t be rude.”

Your jaw dropped behind your mask as you looked at your brother with shock. You were being rude? They were the ones making your brother feel inferior!

“No, Miss Y/l/n is right.” Ethan said, walking past you to the tiny shed where they were going to film the video. “We should get this show on the road.”

You knew he was making fun of you for calling Grayson Mr. Dolan, but you didn’t care. The faster you could get out of this house, the better.

Just as you were getting started filming, Ethan got a call. He left to answer it, but then ran back in with haste.

“Gray, we gotta go! The interview has been moved up to this afternoon.” Ethan announced.

“Wait, what?” Grayson asked, looking at his watch. “What time?”

“4pm.” Ethan answered.

“Damn...” Grayson stood up. “We need to leave now if we’re gonna make it. Sorry, man. Can we take a rain check?” Grayson looked at your brother sumpathetically.

Your brother nodded, disappointed, but he clearly understood. You, however, did not.

“How do they move up an interview last minute?” You asked.

Ethan frowned. “It was a mistake made by my assistant. She mixed up the dates.”

“I thought you said it was moved up?” You questioned.

“I didn’t think I needed to give the gory details.” Ethan groaned. “Honestly, I don’t have time for this.”

“Well, sorry!” You put your hands up in defense. “Excuse the fact that we don’t actually live around here and had to taken an Uber 2 hours to get here. The least you could do was make our time worth it. But no, go to your interview.”

“Y/n...” Your brother whined. “...it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!” You argued, looking at your brother. You could feel your face soften when you saw the embarrassment in his eyes. You felt like your mother humiliating him in front of his classmates.

“Sorry...I’m not myself today.” You said, more to the boys than to your brother. “Let’s reschedule.”

“No...” Ethan said, clearly a mix of annoyed and amused, “Come with us to the interview and we will finish filming after. It’s not like we need daylight or anything. Does that work for you, Miss Y/l/n?”

You looked at your brother who nodded, so you nodded as well.

You rode in the Tesla to the studio where the interview was taking place. Your brother was texting you and you did your best to not let your annoyance show on your face.

Y/b/n: Can you stop being so mean? What’s up with you??

Y/n: ME???? I’m not the one treating people like second class citizens. They are such jerks.

Y/b/n: Why because they have nice cars? Because they have busy schedules?

Y/n: Because they are PHONY. How do ignore to people sitting right in front of you? How do you claim to be down to Earth and sell a teenager a $74k van?

Y/b/n: Can you just stop? You’re blowing it out of proportion.

You sat back in the seat with pursued lips as you looked out the window. Your brother did the same, looking the other way. You knew the conversation was over for awhile.

You watched from the sidelines as the twins did their interview, scoffing every now and then. You would occasionally see Ethan looking at you and you did nothing to hide your disdain. He didn’t say anything about it until your drove back to the house. Now around 7pm, Grayson offered to pick up food for you all to eat. Your brother volunteered to go with him and before you knew what was happening, you were left alone with Ethan Dolan in his kitchen.

“What was so funny during the interview?” Ethan asked, his eyes dark and his jaw set. His hands were on the counter top supporting his weight as he looked at you. His blue medical mask was tucked a bit under his nose, adding emphasis to the glare in his eyes.

“I just couldn’t get over how easily you lie.” You shook your head with a sarcastic laugh.

“Oh?” Ethan asked, quirking a brow. “When did I lie?”

“Well, for one thing, they complimented you on your manners, but little did they know how poorly you treated your guests today.” Your eyes narrowed.

“Huh, okay.” Ethan nodded slowly, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. “But that’s a matter of opinion, no?”

“I don’t think...” Your voice faltered as you realized it really was. But who was he to tell someone that they should not feel upset about how he treated them?

“Please, continue.” Ethan folded his arms on the counter, lifting one up to rest his cheek on his palm. “This is fun.”

‘What a condescending prick.’ You thought.

“Fine.” You humored him. “How about the fact that you claimed to be observing the covid procedures, but the first time I saw you whip on a mask today was right before we walked in to the studio. Not to mention the countless times we see you online around people without a mask.”

“I stood six feet apart from you until we were in the car.” Ethan said, defensively.

“Sure, fine.” You agreed. “But what about the second point? You should take responsibility to at least quarantine with people if you are going to be regularly collaborating.”

“Am I supposed to quarantine with every single person I am less than six feet away from without a mask?” Ethan asked with a smirk.

“Yes!” You said, incredulously. “Have you been ignoring the news?”

“So, are you saying that you do?” Ethan asked. “Little miss perfect?”

You rose your head proudly. “Yes, I do.”

When Ethan didn’t say anything you stood up taller and continued. “I can’t tell you how to treat others, but I think you are being socially irresponsible to not at least adhere to the health rules set by the state of California. Most of your fanbase is incredibly young and you are setting a poor example for them.”

“I see.” Ethan leaned over the counter to touch your hand. “This is about 3 feet.”

He looked up at your through his long lashes with a bright, mischievous grin. “You, young lady, have forgotten to put on your mask. What does that make of you?”

Which leads us to where we first started. As you recalled the fact that had put your mask in your pocket when you guzzled water from your water bottle, you suddenly realized in the confusion of ordering dinner, you forgot to put it back on. Ethan who was now standing on the same side of the counter as you from six feet away, stood there mockingly.

“Ethan...” You started, as you put on your mask.

“Oh, I don’t get a Mr. Dolan?” Ethan tsked. “How rude.”

Your stomach turned. You wanted to vomit. The thought of apologizing to Ethan Dolan revolted you. You met his eyes, putting on a false air of confidence.

“I was wrong. While I try to consistently follow the rules, even I can make mistakes.” You didn’t say sorry, but you hoped it would be counted as an apology nonetheless.

“So,” Ethan smirked walking a step closer. “By your rules, and the rules of the state of California, doesn’t that mean that we should quarantine together?”

You felt face flush and your eyes go wide. You stammered your reply. “Of course not! I have to self-isolate myself, but why on Earth do we have to do it together?”

“Am I supposed to believe you can self-isolate at home?” Ethan asked.

You looked down. You couldn’t. You and your brother were currently staying with a few friends while you tried to find a place of his own. It would be, to use your own words, socially irresponsible, to go back to a friend’s place without taking the proper safety precautions.

“Grayson and I are actually staying at an Airbnb. As you can see, our house is currently under construction” Ethan gestured to the tarp on some of the furniture. “We have a spare guest room for you and your brother. You can stay there, we can film a few videos with your brother, and you can make sure everyone is safe.”

“I--”

Before you could respond, the door opened. Grayson and your brother walked in with a feast of food for you all to share. They instantly recognized the tension between you two and Grayson looked to Ethan for an explanation. With the largest, phoniest smile you had ever seen, Ethan declared, “Y/n and Y/b/n will be staying with us!”

“What?” Your brother and Grayson asked in unison.

“I’ll explain .” You told your brother as you walked over to him. You started to push him toward the front of the house to speak to him privately. You turned around to look at Ethan and said,

“We will not be imposing on you for free.” You said, sternly. “We can talk finances after I talk to my brother.”

It was your fifth day staying with the Dolans and it felt like an eternity. You decided on paying $500 for your two week stay, far cheaper than any place in California would request for two people. To make up for it, you offered to do some of the cooking and most of the cleaning. Since you were able to work online, you would use your lunch break and after work to prep the meals.

Food was the only thing you and Ethan could agree on. He would compliment your meals, as he could only really make breakfast. You were grateful for the times he would present you with pancakes while you worked.

Outside of food, you bickered all the time. You didn’t like his attitude, his unsolicited advice, and cocky smirk. He apparently didn’t like your temper and your over-protectiveness of your brother that caused you to butt into conversations that did not concern you. On the other hand, Grayson and your brother got along quite well. They frequently worked out together and went surfing together. It was the most happy you had seen your brother since he moved to LA. You still wanted to leave the Dolans, but you hoped that Grayson would still be a good friend to your brother after you both had left their residence.

After all, you had no intentions of staying in Los Angeles forever. Unlike your brother, there was nothing drawing you to the city. It was one of the reasons you were being so harsh on your brother. If he was going to be out here alone, he needed to be taught how to spot those who had his best interest at heart. There was no doubt in your mind that Ethan Dolan could not care less about anyone but himself and his brother. He was the absolute worst.

It was Saturday and thus your brother and Grayson went to surf. You were surprised when you emerged in the kitchen to see Ethan cooking pancakes. You assumed you were in the house alone.

“Why aren’t you surfing with them?” You asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yes, good morning Miss Y/l/n. I am doing well, thank you for asking.” Ethan remarked, not looking up from the frying pan he was coating with coconut oil. “For your information, I don’t like surfing.”

“Oh.” You shrugged, opening the fridge. As you pulled out the water bottle you had chilling overnight, you felt Ethan’s eyes on you.

You became incredibly aware that you were wearing a night set that was in the luggage your friend dropped off the first night of your stay. Since you thought you were alone you didn’t bother to change, but now you felt embarrassed. It was one of those cartoon print night sets with a tank top and matching shorts. The top was quite large so it covered the top half of the shorts, but the shorts were small and didn’t cover much of your behind. It looked a bit ridiculous, but it was surprisingly comfortable.

“Cute set.” Ethan commented.

You turned to look at him, expecting to see some kind of tease in his eyes, but you didn’t. He was staring at you almost blankly, as if he was waiting for your reaction.

“Thanks.” You said, sipping your water bottle.

Ethan placed a small pancake on a plate and used the fork on the side to cut it. He blew on it gently, bringing your attention to his full, pale pink lips. He walked over to you and held out the fork.

“Tell me what you think, new recipe.” He asked, cupping the fork as he brought it to you.

You removed the bottle from your mouth and opened your mouth to receive the pancake. Ethan’s hand rested on your chin and you blushed. You chewed slowly and put a thumbs up of approval. You covered your mouth before saying,

“It’s really good. Like you don’t need syrup or anything.” You reviewed.

Ethan’s eyes lit up and for a second, you saw the YouTuber you witnessed on the internet. He didn’t seem like the monster you had been arguing with the last few days.

“I”m glad you like it.” Ethan grinned. “You inspired me to try new things with your unique recipes.”

“Uh thanks...” You said, the right side of your body leaning on the counter.

You watched him cook in silence, before realizing you could help by doing the dishes in sink. The sounds of pancakes cooking and the water hitting the dishes was the only thing that filled the room before Ethan broke the silence.

“Pancakes are done. Let’s eat ‘em while they’re hot.” Ethan suggested.

You turned off the water and dried your hands as Ethan put the plates on the table. You sat across from each other and began to eat. You usually didn’t eat together, as you were both usually working while eating. You noticed Ethan wincing without touching his food and you looked up.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You chew really loudly.” Ethan said, annoyed. “I hate the sound of chewing.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You asked. “How am I supposed to eat without chewing?”

“You could chew less obnoxiously.” Ethan suggested.

“Or maybe you can stop being a little bitch and stop whining about stupid stuff.” You stabbed a piece of pancake and chewed it loudly.

“Real mature.” Ethan said, covering his ears backing away from the table.

You didn’t care. You followed him, chewing as loudly as you could, even into the living room. When you didn’t have any more left to chew, you continued to smack your lips.

“God, you’re so f*cking annoying.” Ethan yelled.

“I’m annoying?!” You repeated. “HA! You, Ethan Dolan, the most spoiled, self-righteous, arrogant person I have ever met. You are the absolute worst.”

You slammed your finger into his chest as you spoke. Ethan seized your hand quickly and your eyes widened.

“Why don’t you call me Mr. Dolan?” Ethan asked, a darkness in his voice.

“Because you don’t deserve my respect.” You said, you eyes wide with indignation.

Ethan chuckled. “Do you have a complex about me or something?” His grasp on your hand slipped to your wrist. “Cause it seems like you just want to f*ck me sometimes.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You scoffed, pulling your hand from him.

“Oh? Let’s find out.” Ethan said, cockily. Ethan leaned in, caressing your cheek gently making you freeze. You could feel your heart racing as your mind went back to how soft his lips looked. Your eyes danced upward to look at the ceiling. Your body seemed to move on it’s own toward him and you realized, you kinda did want to kiss him and punch him in the face at the same time. You resigned to the former and your eyes fluttered close. You waited, and nothing happened. You opened your eyes to see Ethan staring at you with a smug smirk.

“Hm, told ya.” Ethan said, backing up.

Tears stung your eyes with humiliation, and you bit down on your lower lip. “You’re such a f*cking asshole. I’ll say it again, you are the worst person on this whole planet. I can’t stand you.”

You turned to run back to your room. You were going to leave this place even if you had to live a tent for the next nine days.

Ethan lurched forward and grabbed you. Turning you in his arms, he cupped your face and kiss you deeply. You gripped his shoulders as his tongue slid expertly into your mouth and began to play with yours. As much as you wanted to resist, it felt really good. It was like something inside of you was put to rest and another part of you was coming alive. When your hands dropped from his shoulders, Ethan’s own hands went down to your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss, letting your tongue explore his mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, but for once you didn’t care who won. Ethan’s hands gripped your backside and you let out a soft moan. You felt Ethan’s body tense and he suddenly scooped you up.

“Jump,” He commanded, breaking the kiss to do so.

You were still in a daze, as you stood on your tiptoes and your pelvis pressed into his.

Ethan lifted his hand to give your butt a smack. “Jump.”

You did and he carried you to the couch. He tossed you on top of it, admiring you from above. His hand reached out to grab one of your breasts, confirming his suspicion that you were not wearing a bra. You arched your back toward and he smirked at you.

“Does this mean you want me?” He asked, grinding his hips into yours.

“I can tell how much you want me.” You smirked back at him as his ever growing bulge pressed into your hips.

“I’m going to make you say my name...scream my name.” Ethan warned, slipping his hands under shirt to cup your breasts. “Just tell me you want it.”

“I’m not going to beg for it.” You arched you back as his thumbs circles your nipples, hardening them with ease.

He rested his head in the crook of your neck, still teasing your nipples and grinding into your hips. “God, I just need you to say it. I need you to say, you want me to f*ck you.”

There was something arousing about hearing him sound so needy yet so dominant in your ear that you succumbed.

“Please f*ck me, Mr. Ethan Dolan.” You practically moaned.

Ethan gave your neck a sloppy kiss, followed by a light suck earning a free sighs of pleasure from you. You tugged on his tank top and he leaned back to pull it off. He also took the liberty of raising your shirt to reveal the breasts he had slowly been making the acquaintance.

“God, these are beautiful.” He remarked making your blush. “Shame they belong to such a troublesome woman.”

“Hey--” You started to protest, but soon one of your nipples was between his lips and getting kitten licks from his tongue. You let out a loud moan as put your hand on the back of his head to hold him down. One of his hands was holding your back up while the other slipped past the crotch of your pants to tease your slit through your underwear.

You gasped and Ethan took the opportunity to kiss you again. This kiss was even hungrier than the first, his tongue desperate to taste every bit of you. Meanwhile, his middle finger was doing a great job of adding the right amount of friction to arouse you. Ethan smiled softly as he felt the dampness on his finger, taking it as an invitation to rub your folds without a a barrier.

“Ah, Ethan...” You moaned, as he slipped his middle finger inside of you while letting his thumb play with clit.

His mouth went to your other breast to give it the same attention as the previous one. His other hand tweaking the already hardened nipple to keep it aroused. Ethan relished your pleasure as you squirmed under him, moaning his name like it was the only word you could remember. He rewarded you by inserting his ring finger inside you as well. Your hips bucked and he chuckled at the sudden reaction.

Ethan let go released your nipple from his lips with a pop before commenting. “Someone is eager.”

“Let’s hope your dick doesn’t disappoint.” You said at him, with half open eyes.

“God, it’s like you like riling me up.” Ethan growled. “I can’t stand you.”

He pulled his hand out from inside of you and you couldn’t stop the whimper from leaving your lips. Either Ethan didn’t notice or he didn’t bother teasing you about it, because he didn’t make a remark. He pulled down your shorts and underwear in one motion. He admired your clit for a moment and you spread your legs teasingly.

“Wanna eat it?” You asked, biting down on your lower lip.

“You don’t deserve it.” He teased. “But, I’ll grace you with the pounding of a lifetime.”

Ethan pulled down his pants to his knees and did the same with his underwear. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock: large, hard and proud, an audible gasp leaving your lips.

“I’m guessing it doesn’t disappoint.” Ethan smirked up at you.

“Just because you got the equipment, doesn’t mean you know how to use it.” You retorted.

Ethan leaned forward to hover directly over you. His eyes were controlled and filled with lust when he said, “We’ll see about that.”

You couldn’t think of a response and even Ethan was surprised he stunned you. He decided to take the opportunity to get you in the right position.

“Get on all fours.” He commanded, and he was shocked again to see you follow him so readily.

There was something alluring about seeing you with cartoon printed night shorts pooled at your knees and your shirt raised up your back to reveal your moist slit and perky butt eagerly waiting for him. He would never be able to look at that outfit the same.

He positioned himself at your entrance, rimming you to get his tip wet.

“Should have put that loud mouth of yours to use and get me all wet.”

“You don’t deserve it.” You retorted.

Ethan smirked, but his smirk turned to a loud moan when you pushed back on to his dick letting him penetrate you. He had to grip on to you to not fall on top of you in pleasure. If he wasn’t already on his knees, he would have dropped to them. You felt heavenly to him, so wet and tight, like you were made for each other.

Ethan snapped out of it quickly. He had to show you how good he was and not that he was only someone blessed with the right equipment. He pulled his hips back before slamming them roughly into you. You moaned out, but it wasn’t the kind of moan he was looking for. So, he did it again from another angle. This moan was a little closer, but not quite. He did it a few more times until he found the spot. The spot that made you scream his name from the top of his lungs.

“E-Ethan, oh Ethan, right there.” You moaned. “Please, Ethan, again...”

He did it again, just to make sure and you gripped the couch arm for balance. He continued to ram into you with the speed and strength to hit the same spot over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you almost started drooling. You did your best to push back against him and he grunted each time you did in response.

“Ah, Ethan...I’m gonna...” You warned.

Ethan could feel you clenching around him. “Damn, already?” Ethan let out a chuckle. “It’s almost like I’m good at this or something.”

“Shut up, Dolan.” You growled.

“What was that?” He asked, slowing the rhythm of his hips.

“God, Mr. Dolan.” You relented pushing against him at the previous speed.

“Hmm” Ethan kept his dangerously slow pace. “I”ll give you what you want, only if you explain why you hate me so much.”

“What....” You whispered harshly.

Ethan’s hand slipped around you waist to massage your clit as he pumped into you even slower. Your head collided with the couch cushion as you groaned loudly.

“Why now?!” You yelled, mostly to yourself. Speaking was hard enough as he stimulated you, and it mostly came out in gasps. “I didn’t like the fact that you made my brother feel small, okay?”

You tried in vain to push back against him, but he was strong and controlled the pace. He did move a bit faster.

“I-I really didn’t mean to...” Ethan said, he also sounded out of breath. “...I guess I was kinda trying to impress you guys. But then you were being such a bitch.”

“Well, you had a shitty way of showing your interest.” You scoffed.

“And you have a bratty way of telling someone to be better.” Ethan retorted.

“Can you please just f*ck me now?” You begged. “Please, Ethan...I need it.”

“I thought you weren’t going to beg me...”

“ETHAN FOR GOD SAKE!” You yelled, making him laugh.

“Fine fine....” He said, as though he was doing a small favor and not plowing you on the couch in the living room.

He grabbed both your hips and slammed into you with an even faster speed. He pulled you down on to him, hitting you from a different angle while still managing to hit your spot each time. You leaned back, your back hitting chest and you bounced on top of him.

“Oh yeah....” Ethan groaned. “That’s it, baby...”

“Baby?” You asked.

Ethan pulled your head back to meet his eyes. “Look at those eyes, you’re mine now, baby girl. Don’t deny it...”

You couldn’t if you wanted to because he instantly bent down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. While the action slowed down your ability to bounce on him, Ethan was some how able to continue pushing up into you; driving you to your climax. You weren’t sure if you would say you were his, but you were pretty damn sure this was going to be the best sex you’ve ever had.

As your orgasm rolled over you in waves, you shuddered as you felt Ethan pull out of you. With all the strength you could muster, you turned around and grabbed his dick to hold it steady for your waiting, open mouth. The sight alone made Ethan release and he watched as his seed hit your tongue. He held your head, entangling his fingers in your hair to keep you steady as you took in all of his following spurts. You looked up at him to meet his eyes, and Ethan swore the last spurt of cum was because of that alone.

“That was so freaking hot...” Ethan commented.

“I guess you deserved that.” You grinned, after swallowing the last of his seed while licking the reminisce off your lips.

“Well, now you’ve spoiled your breakfast.” Ethan teased.

“Only fair you spoil yours too.” You teased back. You leaned back on the couch opening your legs making Ethan chuckle before he obliged.

After making you orgasm again, you and Ethan awkwardly laid on your sides as you stared at each other.

“So...” Ethan said, slowly.

“So...” You mimicked, before continuing. “I’ll go first.”

“No, I will...” Ethan argued.

“Can we not argue for once?” You groaned.

“Fine...” Ethan sighed.

“I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions about you and Grayson. To be honest, I think I wanted to hate you a bit.” You admitted. “I was jealous of what you had achieved, not on my behalf, but my brother’s. I didn’t want him to get discouraged or worse, look up to you guys and become douchebags...no offense.”

“Yeah, I understand.” Ethan groaned. He absentmindedly rubbed circles on your cheek with the back of his hand. “I guess, me being rude when you first walked in was just my toxic habit of not being able to stop working. It was something related to the company and I wanted to just get it done. I’m working on improving and focusing less on work. But, the bragging, I didn’t mean to do it. I just become a bit preach-y sometimes.”

“I get it.” You smiled. “To be honest, I was kind of nitpicking these past few days. I never thought I would admit it out loud, but I kind of like it here...with you.”

“Well, I do give killer head...” Ethan teased, making you laugh.

“God, don’t start.” You pushed him lightly.

Ethan leaned in and kissed you softly, no tongue, just enjoying your lips again his. You stayed like that for awhile, giving each other little kissed before slowly sitting up.

“We should get dressed before Grayson and my brother get back.” You said, putting your clothes back on. “I think this would scar him for life.”

Ethan laughed. “You’re right. We should change...”

By the time Grayson and your brother came back in, you thought you covered up everything you both did. You were both in your usual lounge wear and finally eating the breakfast Ethan prepared, though you did have to reheat it.

“How was the surf?” You asked your brother as he washed his hands at the sink behind you.

“Good.” He grinned. He pointed between you and Ethan sitting across from each other. “You two become friends or something? You’re not arguing.”

“Oh, uh...I guess you could say that.” You said, blushing.

Ethan smirked, thinking about the multiple times you begged him earlier not to make any comments about your interaction to your brother. You weren’t sure if you and Ethan were going to be more than friends just yet, and you didn’t want your brother to know you banged guys so readily.

“Judging by the size of the hickey on her neck, I’m guessing they are a little bit more than friends right now...” Grayson remarked, emerging from the right side of the kitchen.

Your eyes went big as you stammered a response. You watched as your brother’s smile from his laughter at Grayson’s “joke” faded into shock as he saw the bruise on your neck. Your hand shot up to cover it, not helping your case at all. You looked at Ethan for help, but he was red as a tomato. For someone who talked a lot of smack he was just as awkward about this as you were.

“Oh my god...Y/N...I can’t believe you slept with one of my idols.” Your brother groaned, covering his face. “You are the absolute worst!”

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Forget Me Not ~ YJG [Request]

➵➵➵Word count: 2,500

➵➵➵Genre: ermmm thriller??? mystery??? FLUFF

➵➵➵Pairing: Yang Jeongin x reader

➵➵➵A/N: This is my first time writing something with this kind of genre, I hope I did it justice enough for you as I was unsure of how to make it work. I hope it's okay though if not feel free to message me and I will rewrite the entire thing or write you something new. Love You.

The music you produced was like angels singing to Jeongin he adored everything you ever released and spent most of his free time listening to your music or looking up information on your fandom. The Stray Kids vacation was coming up and so was one of your concerts so he was planning on going to watch you live but as he delved deeper into your life and the fandom that surrounded it things started to feel weird. He noticed that the fans, named H.E.A.R.T.S after your stage name H.E.A.R.T seemed to be a little bit off, there was something there that didn't seem quite right. Normally fans were there to support the artist in everything you did but yours seemed to want to stop you from growing, making sure your music stopped at certain limits, stopping certain people from seeing interviews or photographs, everything was under lock and key with you and the company you worked for. Your real name was always hidden from the media and no one saw you unless the company allowed it, you weren't spotted out by paparazzi ever, and you were never seen except for live performances and interviews.

"What are you doing?" Chan asked when he walked in on the youngest member going through something on his laptop, I.N was trying to figure out more information on you but every website he seemed to go onto was blocked without proper passwords or hacking being needed.

"Ah, you're looking for H.E.A.R.T?" Jeongin looked up at the leader nodded and looked back down to the laptop, it was so weird that things around you were the way they were and he wanted to figure out why.

"No one knows the passwords unless they've been given them," Chan stated taking the laptop away and shutting it,

"No one knows who she is though...What's her name? Her age? Where does she come from?!" Jeongin was really interested in finding out everything and anything he could about you, and maybe that was the point in your fandom being so secretive, so that it would drawer more and more people into the investigation that was your life but all he knew was he wanted to know more.

Jeongin had tracked down the company you worked for using JYP's accounts thinking it would work better than a normal email, another company looking to collab with H.E.A.R.T is what he was posing as. Trying to discover anything he could,

Dear Mr J.Y. Park,

We would be delighted to let your singing Mr Yang Jeongin work with our artist H.E.A.R.T as we believe it would be a fantastic opportunity for them both to widen their fanbase however, H.E.A.R.T. is under a very strict time-consuming contract and we would have to have them record things separately, only meeting for one performance. We will arrange a conference call between H.E.A.R.T and Jeongin when the time is right for you, please let us know ASAP what your thoughts on this will be. What kind of song he will want to produce and we will get back to you.

Yours,

Sync Industries

Seoul, South Korea

That was a start, at least now he knew you were located in Seoul somewhere and he could work from there, he felt like one of the detectives he'd always seen on the TV or in mangas. He began replying the email and then going on to do his best to figure out more about you now he knew where you were and the company name that represented you.

He paced back and forth in the hallway of the apartment building he was standing in, he'd managed to find out where your family were living, your last name and he'd been fighting to go and see them for the last three days debating with himself if he would seem like a crazy stalker but there was nothing crazy compared to your fandom. He needed answers and he needed them now. He didn't tell anyone where he was going or what he was doing, he knew Chan would disapprove of this whole thing but he had to know what was going on. Taking a deep breath he walked up to the door and knocked on it, waiting patiently until a small elderly lady came to the door and looked at him,

"Hello," She greeted and he smiled at her, greeting her back.

"Hello, I just came to see if your granddaughter was home?" She ushered him into the house with a sad smile on her face, she sat him on a sofa and went to make tea without saying another word to him and he wondered if he'd gotten the right address.

"Miss Y/l/n?" She looked up at him as she brought a tray of tea into the room pouring him a cup and sitting opposite him on the other sofa.

"You mean our young Y/n? Y/l/n?" That name, he remembered that name as if he knew it but he'd never even heard of you until your music, and he didn't remember you from anything else except that.

"Yes, Y/n." He said your name as if he was trying to memorise it and she sighed getting up from the sofa and going over to a photo album, she brought it back to him and showed him photos of you dating back from your birth until recent ones, but the more he flicked through the more he noticed that you were fading in recent photographs,

"She's fading away." He frowned not understanding what she was trying to tell him, then she pulled out a small box with notes inside.

Don't forget me x Was written in red ink on a piece of screw up paper, more notes with the same words scribbled across them were in the box, some with drawings on and other just plain pieces of paper. Jeongin felt his heart lunge whenever he saw the handwriting on the paper, his heart was racing whenever he turned over another note seeing the same message over and over again getting more and more distressed with each note.

"Will you put those old things away!" Another voice called out, Jeongin looked up from the book to see a woman the spitting image of you only a little older walking into the apartment carrying bags, he rushed up to help her and she thanked him.

"Is she showing you those? She always does this, we didn't have a daughter!" She yelled at the old lady who grumbled something and started packing everything away into boxes yet again.

"She likes to tell people we had a daughter, but I didn't. I can't have children you see," He carried the bags through to the kitchen for the women he thought was your mum but was unsure now she was telling him she'd never had a child before.

"I hope she didn't bore you too much." He laughed it off and collected his things to leave again, he was almost out of the building when the elderly woman came down the stairs clutching in her hands.

"Jeongin!" She called out which shocked him because he hadn't told her his name, she pushed something into his hands and walked back into the building. He waited until he was in the car to see what she'd given him, in his hand was a photo of himself standing next to you but you were fading quickly in the photo. Written across the back was

Jeongin remember me

He took the photo back to the dorms and studied it, trying to remember you. There was something in the back of his mind that he couldn't access through, as if something was blocking him from getting to the memory.

After explaining everything to Chan, Han and Changbin in explicit detail and showing them the photo they agreed to help him get to the bottom of everything that was surrounding you and H.E.A.R.T promising the youngest they would figure it out together which lead to them standing in the middle of Sync's building disguised as janitors.

"We don't even know where she is?! Is this going to work?" Changbin asked as they pushed a cart around the neverending building,

"We don't even know if she's in the building," Han added earning glares from both Jeongin and Chan as they got into another elevator.

"I'll take the top floor, Chanbin will take the lower levels, Han the middle and I.N. can take all the others." They agreed and spread out going to find you. It was midnight so the place was empty except for cleaners and a few guards that were roaming around the halls.

I.N was about to take out his phone and call Han defeated when he heard singing coming from a room, he put his phone down and walked down the hall in the direction of the studio door. He knocked but the singing stopped and the room fell into a dead silence.

"Y/n?" Your headshot up as someone said your name instead of your stage name and you felt your heart begin to pick up at the mere thought of someone knowing you were there.

"Hello!?" You yelled out banging on the table for them to open the door, it was never locked because no one ever bothered to come and see you anymore. The door opened slowly and stood there was your childhood friend Jeongin.

"I.N!" He jumped back a little as he took in your appearance, you were chained up to a desk by your ankle, you were wearing nothing but an old looking hoodie and some leggings.

"Y/n?!" He rushed over to you pulling at the chain to try and see how tight it was but you whimpered as he did so. You'd been trying to get out of them for years it was no use without the keys.

"How did you find me?!" You whispered looking at him and he stared at you, as soon as you stared into his eyes you felt your heart drop.

"You don't remember me do you?" You felt your heart shatter once he shook his head no at you,

"But I'm starting to remember small things, how long have you been here?" You looked at the calendar on your wall and then at him,

"Three years." You whispered knowing there was no way out of here,

"You need to leave before my manager comes and finds you," You whispered looking at him and then over at the door standing there were three boys you'd never seen before.

"We're your rescue team." One of them said in a thick Australian accent holding up a pair of bolt cutters,

"How did you know we'd need those?" The shortest one asked looking at the one with the Australian accent,

"I just assumed we'd need lots of stuff," He opened a bag to reveal a bunch of spy-like equipment, he walked over to you with the bolt cutters and looked at the chain around your ankle.

"Is it attached to anything? Like an alarm?" You shrugged your shoulders, you had no idea what it was attached you. All you knew was there was no way out of them without a key or in this case bolt cutters,

"Changbin, car. Go." Chan said throwing him the keys,

"Text me when it's out front," Jeongin ordered and Changbin ran off down the hall leaving the other one there,

"I'm Han by the way and he's Chan...The leader of your breakout crew."

A giant alarm went off throughout the building as soon as the chain was broken and you were sprinting down a flight of stairs holding Jeongin's hand as you headed for the main exit of the building,

"Faster!" Han yelled pulling you all in the direction of the doors, a shutter was starting to come down but you were out just in time and into the car, Changbin sped off down the high way in the direction of the JYP Building hoping you weren't being followed by whoever it was that had taken you in the first place.

Over the next few weeks, you'd explained in detail what happened to you. How you signed a simple contract without reading the small print and piece by piece your life was being taken away from you until the point that not even your mum remembered who you were,

"I still don't understand how I couldn't remember you," I.N said as he stared at the photography which was fully restored to you both sitting in front of a bonfire with smiles on your face,

"We were close." You whispered looking at the photo and then back up at Jeongin who looked pained that he'd forgotten you, you'd told him a million times that week it was fine and that you were fine now but it still didn't seem to settle his mind about it.

"Jeongin, everyone forgot not just you." You nudged him as you sat on the balcony of his dorm together, he stared at you as you looked out at the view of Seoul. You'd wanted to sit outside all day every day for as long as you could, it had been so long since you'd had fresh air. There was an investigation going down with the police looking into the contract between you and Sync but there were still things that weren't adding up for you,

"It was like a signed my soul away." You mumbled looking at the photograph. Jeongin had gone into extreme detail about the way it looked before, you were hardly there just an outline of your body and facial features.

"Whatever it was, you're safe now." His hands linked with yours and you stared down at them with a small smile across your face.

"Thanks to you." You whispered leaning across and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"I have no idea how I can ever thank you enough, but I'll do my best every day to remind you just how thankful I am." Your hands stayed locked together, it just felt right for the both of you to stay just like that right there, together with no other distractions except for the sound of traffic and people in the middle of Seoul you could have stayed there your whole life if time would let you.

"I promise to never let anything happen to you again." He whispered to you, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles and then bringing your hand up to his face to kiss it gently.

"I promise." He repeated before looking up at you, you stared back at him before he slowly leaned up to your face and pressed his lips against yours. Pulling away a couple of seconds later to check you were okay, when you kissed him back he was relieved he hadn't just creeped you out to the point where you didn't want to be around him anymore and that you wanted to kiss him again instead of pushing him away for good.

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kimnjss · 3 years

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Okay so I think endgame = Jimin. But not necessarily right away, I think like everyone is saying it would be good for yn to take some time to focus on her career, maybe even get to that fourth track from Yoongi perhaps 👀 four songs is a pretty good amount of songs for an EP…just saying. Then maybe after she creates some buzz for herself and she’s enjoying getting to do what she actually wants to so (I.e not stuck behind a camera at photoshoots) maybe she reconnects with Jimin? I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to that. Their chemistry is so good and sure they tried for 2 years but they’ve both clearly have learned a lot in the last month it was a steep learning curve and they could both continue to grow separate for a bit. I could totally see them both vibing doing their own thing and then maybe one day the label is like hey we want you to collab with an artist to create some more buzz and low and behold it’s Jimin (once she’s proven to the label she is serious and they stop holding her previous relationship dramas over her head). I’m definitely a firm believer in trying to see someone for who they are in the present and not who they used to be bc people are always growing and changing and learning and I would want that same courtesy. It’s hard to change but sometimes the harder part of changing is showing/convincing people that you’ve actually changed. Sometime that lack of faith in who you’re trying to become vs who you were really deters the progress you know? So sure he was a fuck boi™ but he’s evolving for sure.

As for Jin, I think in a different lifetime they could have worked, even if it started out as a fake relationship. I just think the timing was trash. It was really great to finally hear his inner dialogue and for him to have the opportunity to gauge yn’s reaction to his vigilance about their images in person bc I think that helped a lot, like he noticed right away, so it’s not like he wasn’t paying attention he just didn’t get to see it up close and personal like he did at an event as crazy stressful as an award show. I think that if yn would have had more time between her “breakup” with Jimin and the fake dating with Jin it totally could have led to a classic fake dating to lovers scenario. I do think Jin is genuine and idk him being an actor and possibly faking it doesn’t concern me too much, only cause I could totally see it evolving if given the chance. But yn starting off the fake relationship still having feelings for Jimin didn’t leave room for that, neither did the fact that Jin started at 100. He really went full force when she was still recovering and it just wasn’t the move. Hes definitely in love with love but I don’t think that means he couldn’t have found it with yn. It’s honestly kind of sad bc their breakup both real and fake would be sort of bittersweet. Like neither of them did anything super wrong and it’s not like there aren’t feelings there (the butterflies 🥺) it’s just that they’re just not enough anymore, which is a sad pill to swallow.

Sorry that was SO long 😂

-🐝🖤

it would be great for yn to step back from dating all together to figure out exactly what it is that she wants . her career has suffered a lot already from the way she's acted when it comes to boys nd relationships so focusing on that shouldn't be at the end of her list . she needs to bound w her fans (the ones that are left) nd work on her relationship w them before she can worry abt her personal life (if being an artist is what she really wants) . the reason jimin can do whatever he wants without worrying is bc his fans are ride or die for him ., they trust him bc he treats them like they're his best friends so no matter what the headlines say ., they'll always be there to support him - she doesn't have that at all ., so if she wants her career to leave the ground ., she needs to work on creating smth like that w her fanbase no matter what it is she decides she wants to do w her career . jin can help with that w how career oriented he is nd how much attention he pays to the media ., but that might not be the way she wants to do it nd could end up falling into the same issue if it's not exactly what she wants - it's smth that she needs to do on her own nd without all the mess the boys bring into her life ., she could do it quickly .

she wasn't given any real time to get over jimin before she was being roped into the relationship w jin (they were literally still together when it started) . so it was like a setup for jin the entire time ., while she did enjoy herself when she was w him nd she does have genuine feelings for him - that doesn't change that she was also in love w jimin nd those feelings don't just go away . it would take her a long while to get over jimin so even if she stayed w jin nd rejected jimin properly ., they'd both have to deal w her getting over him while being w someone else . which isn't all too far to jin . in the beginning ., their relationship was going naturally nd they were interested in each other - their management team forcing them to be smth more to save yns ass didn't help at all ., they rushed too fast into things nd that could end up hurting them in the end . she can trust jin ., tho . he hasn't lied to her nd makes sure to clear up any confusion she might have when he notices that smth is off . he really is the safe choice nd even tho she knows that ., it doesn't change that she can't help but wonder abt jimin .

#asks; ➿#asks; kez 🍯#🐝🖤 anon

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ravenadottir · 4 years

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do you have any headcanons for Elisa? (and i’m not a crackhead leave me alone!)

((no one will be as bad))

yes, i do! i never romanced her, so, i can get a lot wrong here. elisa stand, please forgive me if these are not accurate

i really like her as a character, once the whole “gossip” *insert bodily function here* ends. she’s funny and it’s clear she doesn’t care much for authority figures. and i think that means she’s empowered, just a little too much. kkind of like “jake paul syndrome”

elisa being so young, but being able to conquer such a huge follow, definitely wasn’t by luck. i believe she’s fierce towards her goals, and i think that came from a competitive environment when she was growing up.

i don’t see her with many siblings, but i do think she might have one sister, and they look alike, more than sisters usually do.

she has a fabulous (and very much large) collection of wigs. every cut, every color, textute, and even the hair dos. all of them are sorted by size, and within the category, color and there are two sections: natural and fun/dyed

her closet consists of mostly dresses and... more dresses.

because elisa is relatively skinnier than most women, she must face a lot of backlash from the haters, concerning her “anorexic” tendencies, even though she’s naturally slimmer. she must have a meme going around in her community that has to do with it.

elisa is bi, but she didn’t mention it at first, and only talked about a “king” that would treat her like the queen she is. she might be discreet about her love life, even though she’s technically a public person. she probably doesn’t tag them on instagram, unless they’re in the middle of the fuss, as well.

she doesn’t endorse products that “make you lose weight” or “gummy hair vitamins”. she believes she needs to be honest with the community that supports her, and that’s on that.

she probably already have a huge financial plan for her future makeup brand, down to the names and colors, along with packaging and design of tubes, pallettes and how echo-friendly it can be. it will be vegan and cruelty free, because well... she’s a person. with a brain. ya know?

because her fanbase involves bees in the name, i think she thought of it, beforehand, to name her makeup brand based on it. the design will probably be hexagonal shapes and pastel yellow with gold flakes all over. don’t at me, she’s smart enough to make it happen.

i don’t have a headcanon for last name, but i’m pretty sure she doesn’t advertise it, since it could be a “posh” last name, and people would tell her she’s only where she is because her family has connections. avoiding that sort of hushed judgement is part of why she only uses “elisa”.

she works out and has a complete ritual for the outfit of the day, but it doesn’t stop there. there’s “hairdo of the day” as well.

i believe she’s good with hairdos, and definitely there’s a whole section on her blog (yes, besides her vlog) that treats several styles you can do with curly hair. most especifically, 3b, 3c and 4a, 4b and 4c. (it was probably a collab with different influencers, to get every texture, right).

she posts two to three times a day, on instagram, and i reckon she’s very dedicated, but one thing i know for sure is that she has two people helping her now. an editor and an assistant, to help her film and organize her schedule. especially after the show, since it always blows up and her clout must be growing.

she’ll be attending events, and with each one, a video to talk about it and something “not clickbait” happens every time.

she’ll bring lottie to collaborate before the makeup artist moves to the usa, and they will have at least five videos together. “did we get along in the villa?” with “pouts and index finger on their temples or cheeks” thumbnail, at least one of them is winking. “challenge at selfridges” and buying an absurd amount of makeup to test “brands they’ve never used”. and three other very “youtuber” ideas.

clothes wise, she does have a very standard white/gold accents closet, made in the second bedroom in her flat, along with a killer spot to film her videos. all fluffly white rugs and candles/lamps/and whatever is trending in decor, on beauty gurus videos.

her vanity though? the makeup spot she has must be the drawer-system with light exposure of products, and it’s all neatly organized and classified per size, colors and brands.

the shoes tho?? jeez! this girl is installing shelves all over her flat. to be more accurate, she must have at least two walls with all styles, and there’s definitely one with “shoe of the week” that she got from a brand and loves it so much, she displays it behind her, on her videos.

i don’t know why, but being raised as she was, i can see elisa speaking more than one language.

she discovered she’s bi not too long ago, and that’s one of the reasons she doesn’t talk much about it. she’s still trying to figure things out and how she feels towards a girl-girl relationship.

she drinks on parties, but is definitely the kind that doesn’t let it go too far. unless something awful happened. in that case, she’ll be dragged home.

#litg elisa #litg headcanons #litg #love island the game #love island the game season 2 #litg s2 #litg season 2 #fusebox #fusebox games

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joonsrack · 4 years

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+Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

+Genre: SFW (this chapter), E2L, attempt at crack, slow burn, WIP

+Word count: 1.2k (this chapter)

+Chapter: Prologue | 1 | ?

+Rating: General audience (this chapter; rating might go up as story progress)

+Warning: No warning for now, except maybe the fact that i’m trying my hand at crack

+Summary:

Celebrity chef Kim seokjin needs to salvage his reputation after being dragged in the news paper as a heartless monster out to make people cry. Enters his agent with the worst idea ever and one Kim Namjoon, the worst cook ever.

(Or: Jin is a Korean Gordon Ramsay and Joon is the bane of his existence.)

+A/N: Hello. This is for the Luv Library Collab - Culinary & Cuisine, which was due like ten days ago.... anyways. This was supposed to be a one shot but i realized i wanted to explore this plot more, so it became a WIP. I’m really proud of what the prologue came out like, heres to hoping i can pull this off during the whole thing :P

Seokjin slaps the paper down on his manager’s desk, looking like the perfect picture of confusion and exasperation. The phone is ringing in the background, as it has for the past twenty-four hours, slowly dragging him ring by ring down into insanity.

“Why are you showing me this? How is that any different than all the other times?”

Yoongi sighs deeply, not looking away from the new lamp on his desk; the fifth one this month.

Some people stress-clean, some stress-bake; Yoongi stress-shops light fixtures.

“This,-” he stresses, “is very different than all the other times” He purses his lips for a moment, finally sparring him a look after wiping away at an imaginary dust from the lampshade. “You made Jeon Jungkook cry.-”

“ Allegedly! ”

“- He’s the nation’s baby. The public wants your head” He says, picking up the magazine and waving it lethargically around for emphasis. “There will be blood to pay”.

He throws the magazine back at Jin, Jin catching it in extremis. On the first page is in big bold yellow letters: Celebrity chef Kim Seokjin bullies nation’s sweetheart Jeon Jungkook. Then in smaller characters: Has fame gotten to his head? There’s a screenshot of the tweet taking up most of the front page, looking very dramatic for what it really is.

“He asked me to rate his cooking and showed me dog vomit, what was I supposed to do?!” Jin asks, voice reaching high proportions. He doesn’t whine. He’s an adult.

“Not asking him if this was the digested version would have been a good start.”

“And be kind to someone with an anime profile picture? In which universe?

“Couldn’t you see the little blue verified sign by his name?”

“ Anime. profile. picture. ”

Yoongi doesn’t answer, and Seokjin can’t hold back a groan. All of this happened because of the devil that is Jeon Jungkook. He knew exactly what he was doing, faking those tears during that live. Now his fans are onto him, making his life miserable.

“I merely told him his food looked like shit, but his fanbase- they’re” He pauses, shivers. Yoongi gets this unfocused faraway look in his eyes, probably going through some serious PTSD of all the time Jin set off idol’s fans.

The phone rings, cutting through what probably is some very violent flashbacks. Yoongi fiddles at the lamp switch nervously, turning it on and off a few times to help keep his calm.

It’s the ring too many, and Jin rips the cord out of the phone in a flare of exasperation.

Under Yoongi’s startled stare, he lets his body sag on one of the couches, using the magazine to shield his eyes. Artfully, mind you; he’s not being dramatic, he’s being emotionally expressive. This situation is emotionally draining, and he needs to lay down for a sec. This probably the biggest crisis since he started gaining popularity, bigger than the time he accidentally asked Brad Pitt for nudes on twitter (Accidentally meaning he was drunk. Or so that’s what the public believes).

There’s a stretch of silence, both men contemplating every decision that led them here, in this office, with this pesky problem that is Jeon Jungkook faking tears on one of his lives to get back at Seokjin for calling his food ‘ animal regurgitation ’.

“Do you think this is the right hue for my office?” Yoongi asks distractedly, breaking the contemplating silence.

Jin sits up, letting his weight rest back on his elbow. “In all honesty it makes your head look big.”

Yoongi’s eyes go sharp, taking badly to Jin’s criticism. He purses his lips, eyebrow arching to complete the look.

“Anyways, I found a solution.” he says, an evil glint appearing in his eyes.

“You did?” Seokjin asks, fully sitting up as confusion and worry mix in his guts. His agent waited all this time to bring it up, that just can’t be good.

Yoongi nods slowly, a mean smile stretching his lips. “I was unsure if it was the right one until now, but I think it just might be the thing to help us out of our little situation.”

“Oh?” Jin says, gulping loudly.

“Oh, no.” Namjoon says, looking quite pale. “Absolutely not. I’ll get sued. We’ll get sued.”

“Come on now, Joonie. Think about it. It would be a good opportunity to promote your new album-”

“Playlist.” Namjoon corrects Hoseok, who ignores him.

“-Plus it’ll make you look relatable in the public’s eyes.”

“How is me being an agent of destruction in the kitchen relatable in anyone’s eyes?”

“Look, all you have to do is go there, try not to chop your fingers off, make sure at least one of your dimples is visible at all times, and then you’re done.”

“Ok but what about my dignity? How can I ever rap about having an automatic dick if the whole nation learns I’m a useless adult.”

“Oh baby,” Hoseok says, a playful glint in his eyes. “You broke three pair of sunglasses in front of your fans last month. They already know.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“This is on a whole other level of public humiliation, Hyung. Me, in a kitchen, cooking.”

Hoseok sighs, rounding his desk he was leaning on to ruffle through the papers covering it. He’s usually a neat freak but they’ve been very busy with his last release. He grabs something from under a pile of paperwork, letting out a victorious ‘hah!’.

“There,” He says, holding out a brown envelope to Namjoon. “-It’s the proposal. Read it, and think about it, but I sincerely believe this could be a good way to promote your album.”

“Playlist.” He corrects, more resigned this time.

His album hasn’t been doing too well; not bad, but not good either. They’re having trouble gaining traction, his agency on the smaller side and struggling to be taken seriously. He’s grateful for everything Hoseok is doing, and this is no exception. He knows he needs to do this, dignity or not.

Until something catches his eyes in the first few lines. There’s the title of the show, the producer name, the dates of filming, a slight summary of what the show is about, and then:

MC: Kim Seokjin

Because life hates him.

His heart goes double his regular rate, hands becoming sweaty under half a second. His clothes seem suddenly too tight, too warm.

He can still remember, on that faithful pre-debut evening, lounging in his bunk bed while watching his favorite youtuber talk about himself.

It was before Kim Seokjin went mainstream and landed himself his own cooking show. Back when Eat Jin, his channel, had under 400k subscribers, and it was mostly videos of him cooking his favorite food and then gorging himself. This particular video was a Q&A, and for some reason he couldn’t understand, Namjoon was fascinated by this man, so of course he was watching it attentively. He was funny, handsome, charmingly witty in his answers.

But it only took one sentence from Jin for Namjoon to finally understand exactly why he was so obsessed with the man:

“I like it. When my mouth is full of food. Because when I swallow, a large amount of food goes down and it feels like I’m almost going to choke- I really like that feeling.”

Namjoon had dropped his phone from the top bunk, too busy having an epiphany to even notice the sound of it smashing on the floor.

His sexual orientation was never the same after that night.

And now he was going to lose his dignity in front of his gay awakening catalyst.

#magicshopnet #ficwithluv #bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #armysource #bangtanscenery #bangtanhq #fwl project #luv library #if you can't take the heat #bangtanxm

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spidercakes · 4 years

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Please carry on the au where peter is a quickly rising pop star and tony is an international music legend!!!! I'm addicted to it!

Oof, it wasn't me who started that (I just reblogged it on account of I liked it too) but I figure what the hell, I’ll write a little thing with the same premise! This is more preslash than anything, but um. Hope you like it!

Sometimes Peter hates the lights, the yelling, all the flashing from the cameras but he also knows that this is what he gets stuck dealing with if he wants to have a music career and hey, it could be worse. He’s seen the way some other people in the music industry get treated and he knows he’s lucky that he got a decent manager, and his family- which really only consists of May- is supportive, and so are his friends. So if he has to deal with all the lights and cameras and people he can do that for until he can safely retreat to his hotel room and crash there for awhile before doing it all over again.

Its a lot though and sometimes Peter wishes he could take a step back from the public, take time for himself but that’s impossible when your face is all over billboards. Which is probably why he finds himself at the bar to begin with and its mostly industry people here so he doesn’t need to worry about anyone riding his ass about image. Yeah, he gets it, thirteen year olds love him but it does seem weird that somehow he ended up people’s role model rather than like... literally anyone else. The fans themselves though, they’re nice, its just their parents suck sometimes.

“And here I thought you pop stars were on short leashes. Who let you out to play?” someone asks and Peter swears to god he knows that voice but there’s no way. He turns, pretty much hoping in equal parts that he’s right and wrong and when he turns out to be right he isn’t sure what he feels.

“Um. I mean, compared to you rock stars a drink really isn’t something to worry about, is it?” he asks and oh man he can’t believe he said that with that much confidence when he’s talking to Tony Stark. Tony fucking Stark, rock star legend, basically killed his career and revived it like five times. Split his band and managed to come back. Joined another and managed to rocket them into a level of fame that was even bigger than his last band. Has so many awards he probably has a room dedicated to them and only them. And that doesn’t even touch on the potential biopic Peter has heard rumors about. Ned called him at four in the morning about it because they’ve both had a crush on Tony Stark for basically as long as they’ve been alive.

Tony laughs, shaking his head. “I guess not, but pop stars tend to be all image, no substance. Kind of puts a damper on things if you ruin the image,” he points out.

Peter would like to prickle at that but he’s still in shock that Tony Stark is talking to him. “Is that what you think of my music?” he asks, raising an eyebrow and he just said that? With his mouth? Jesus Christ where is he getting this confidence?

“Not the songs that you wrote, no. But god help me if I have to hear any one of your catchy, irritating love songs on the radio, no offense,” he says.

“Be glad you don’t have to sing them,” Peter tells him because even he’s sick of them, not that he wrote them. He writes some of his stuff, but never the singles and wait, did Tony just compliment songs he wrote like he did enough research to know he wrote them? “Wait, how do you know which songs are mine?” he asks.

Tony snorts, “one, they aren’t garbage. Two, there’s real emotional substance. Sorry about your uncle,” he says, tone a little softer there and Peter sighs.

“Yeah. I had a long fight to get that on the album and people were surprised that it made charts.” Its slow, sad. Peter had written it on the anniversary of his death the year before and it made May cry.

“That doesn’t surprise me. That shit is why I avoid pop like the plague, no offense. But know I will absolutely be offended if you think rock is just as bad,” he says, lips quirking up a bit.

Peter lets out a breathy laugh. “Uh, no. I love your music, like really love your music. I’ve been listening to it for like... ever. I lost my virginity to your Man in Black album, I can’t believe I said that I’m going to go kill myself now,” he says, lifting his hand to cover his face as Tony barks out a laugh.

“Knew it had to happen at some point. Congrats on keeping your cool for that long. Believe it or not that isn’t the strangest thing I’ve had a fan say,” he says and Peter laughs.

“Oh I know, fans say some weird shit. I’ve had soccer moms say some um... not family friendly things to me in front of their children. They can get weird. I’m sorry I got weird, I hate when people get weird,” he says. Its always a little uncomfortable and he’s had to learn how to handle people being creepy at him. Liz gave him lessons given that she deals with it all the time being a beautiful woman. Peter never really thought he’d have to deal with that kind of thing but people treat celebrities different.

Tony shrugs, probably used to a lot worse than what Peter deals with. His fanbase is mostly teenagers and while they do regularly call him ‘daddy’ on Twitter it can’t be anything like Tony’s fanbase, which is like a billion times larger and consists of people from every age group and country. He doesn’t know how he’d handle that level of fame.

“So, are you actually all that wholesome shit they push or do you actually have a personality in there? Because your music, your music, suggests you aren’t really the America’s sweetheart kind of guy,” Tony says, head tilted to the side.

Peter shrugs, “I mean most of its true. Internet age makes it hard to lie when fans will literally show up at the hospital you were born at to find out what time, specifically, you were born at. But I wish I didn’t get stuck in pop music. Its not bad I guess but have you ever heard Bo Burnham’s Repeat Stuff, the comedy song he did making fun of pop? I feel that sometimes. Its all repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff and it gets a little exhausting. That’s what I’ve got though, so,” he shrugs.

“Word of advice, Peter, if you want to do what you want to do you’re going to have to fight for it. Managers and execs will fuck your face if you let them. They want to talk market and research and song length and workable study tested formulas but that ignores all the shit that suggests people will listen to whatever the hell you hand them if they like it. If you don’t fight back you’ll get stuck in that shit forever,” Tony tells him.

“Hmm. Guess you’d know, your whole career is pretty much yelling ‘fuck it’ and doing whatever you want.” Maybe a little too much of that if he counts the long period of alcoholism and drug use but he got clean years ago and once again somehow managed to revive his career.

Tony winces, apparently thinking the same thing. “Yeah, don’t do anything I would do. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do either. There’s a grey area, operate in there,” he says and Peter laughs.

“Okay, alright. Question though, if you hate pop so much how come you came over here to talk to me?” he asks. Because he’s kind of curious and the star struck feeling is fading.

“Your hot,” Tony says bluntly and Peter almost chokes on his air supply. “Don’t look so shocked, if pop knows how to do anything they know how to pick them pretty. Besides, you’re not the worst pop artist I’ve ever heard, you actually have talent, and Quill told me you were too wholesome to give me your number,” he says, nodding across the bar to holy fuck Peter actual Quill, who is looking pretty damn shocked right now.

“Oh, I’ll give you more than my number,” he says, wincing because he totally didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Tony grins though, “I knew you weren’t as wholesome as your image made you out to be,” he says, looking amused.

“Oh come on, can you blame them? Do I look like a rock star to you?” Peter says. They both know he looks like he could be a member of One Direction and that doesn’t really jive with the rock star image. He’s just glad he didn’t get jammed into country music. He would have quit on the spot, he refuses to sing about trucks and dirt roads. At least love songs are kind of sweet.

Tony looks him up and down and Peter is pretty sure he turns red in response. “I can work with that,” he says, grinning.

Ned calls him in the morning screaming and he lets him get it all out before trying to calm him down. “Oh my god you met Tony Stark!” he screams. MJ and Liz appear in the background and lean forward, lurking for answers.

Peter shrugs, “I mean yeah, we met,” he says coyly.

“Don’t make me pry the details out of you Parker,” MJ tells him. “You were wearing his jacket in the picture and I’m ninety percent sure you took it in a bed. Explain yourself.”

“I maybe got a bit of a rockstar makeover,” he says, shrugging like its no big deal. It so is and he wants to gush so bad but Tony is a person, not someone to brag about so he doesn’t. He wouldn’t like it if someone did that with him but also he’s losing his shit a little on the inside.

“A rock sta- oh my god are you still with him?” MJ asks, losing composure for half a second before she pulls her cool aloof look back together again.

“Hey guys. What do you think Twitter would do if I announced a collab?” he asks, appearing behind Peter and wrapping an arm around him. Ned faints, MJ’s eyebrows shoot up, and Liz leans into the camera hard.

“I love you,” she says, wincing and then pulling away. “I can’t believe I just said that. I’m going to go die now,” she says, scurrying off.

MJ points the camera at still passed out Ned. “Pretty sure that’s what Twitter would do,” she says and Tony laughs.

“He’s still alive, right?” he asks right as Ned wakes up.

“Oh my god I had the craziest dream,” he says.

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