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homemade-ghosts · 2 years

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Once Rina is officially together, what do you think they'd get for each other as gifts? I could definitely see Gina getting Ricky a new dog tag for him to wear or a new skateboard. I honestly don't know what Ricky could get Gina. Perhaps, some new headphones? (Although, I absolutely love her pink headphones that she has right now that she's been using since the very first episode.) Can you think of anything? I'd like to hear what you think they should get each other once they start dating.

Both Ricky & Gina value quality time, so I like to think they'll give each other the kind of gifts that involve spending time together.

Ricky makes this little gift certificate that's redeemable for 10 free guitar lessons (it's a mess of glitter and puff paint, but it's clear he put a lot of effort into making it) because he remembers how Gina told him she would "kill to play guitar like that" after he sang wtwmay to her and he's going to teach her. I imagine Gina smiling and asking, "but what if it takes more than 10 lessons for me to learn?" Ricky gives her a soft laugh and goes, "Oh, please, you're Gina Porter. You'll be out playing me by your second lesson...but, if you aren't, we can discuss payment later. I'm thinking in the form of double chocolate cupcakes?"

Speaking of cupcakes, Gina makes/gives Ricky his favorite ones as gifts. When he eats them all in a couple days and pleads with her to make him more, she tells him she has a better idea: she'll teach him how to make them himself. They spend a Saturday at her house, baking. Ricky, of course, burns the first batch because he forgot to set the timer. Gina tries them anyway, Ricky waits anxiously for her verdict, "So? How are they?" "...a solid 9/10 for effort!" "That bad, huh?" Gina laughs and nods, "Awful." "Oh, yeah?" Ricky asks, picking up a freshly frosted cupcake and shoving it in Gina's face, leaving her with a dollop of frosting across her nose, "How 'bout the frosting? That any good?" Gina pretends to be upset, but she can't help it, there's a laugh breaking through, "I don't know," she smiles, "you tell me." & she smooshes a cupcake right back in Ricky's face. After they stop laughing, they both agree that the frosting is pretty good, actually.

Beyond cupcakes and guitar lessons, I could also see Gina knitting Ricky a pair of gloves to match the hat she made him because whenever they hold hands, his are always cold -- or Ricky writing Gina a song as a gift and serenading her with it (this is Ricky Bowen we're talking about, so this one's practically a given if you ask me). Or maybe even Ricky buying Gina painting supplies so they can paint her room together because, since she's moved around so much, she's never gotten a chance to (or bothered to) paint her room a color she actually liked. Until now.

I like your idea of a new skateboard and headphones, but I have to disagree completely about the dog tag, since that was always more of a totem of Ricky's relationship with Nini than anything else. Not only because she gave it to him and he wore it throughout their relationship in s2, but also because it served to prove how little Nini & Ricky actually knew each other. When Nini gives the dog tags to Ricky, he says something along the lines of "I guess I'm a guy who wears necklaces now." implying he has never been that kind of guy -- Nini, however, wears necklaces all the time. Same goes for Ricky's gift to Nini. He gives her a guitar pick and, although we do see Nini play guitar in later seasons, she only ever plays her ukulele in season 1, an instrument she doesn't need/use a pick for. Ricky, however, is practically attached at the hip to his guitar and is much more likely to use a pick. Basically, they gave each other the kind of gifts that they would personally want because they had no idea what the other person wanted or needed. & that's without addressing the fact that the engravings on both gifts were specific to Troy & Gabriella, but told us absolutely nothing about Ricky & Nini, other than that they were playing a part and confusing their characters for themselves. Whereas, the one gift we've seen Gina give Ricky (The Hat™) was something personal. It was something only Gina could have made (not literally, obviously a lot of people can knit lol, I just mean in the sense that, when something is handmade, it's unique to the person who made it. It's one of a kind). & it required a level of time, care and work that neither of Rinis gifts had.

This ask also got me thinking about what Gina could possibly give Ricky for his birthday in the finale and I keep coming back to the gloves/mittens. Even though it wouldn't get me that line about her making them because his hands are always cold when she holds them, it would still be so sweet as a birthday present. Gina would've spent so much time knitting them and it would be kind of a nod to her thinking about Ricky as part of her future (a future she could never build with EJ) because, even though it's summer now, the gloves are for fall and winter. Plus, the last time Ricky gave Gina something she knit him, he told her he'd grow into it. & He's finally grown. He's more mature, selfless, caring and ready to embrace whatever the future holds. So, maybe Gina could give Ricky those gloves and when he tries them on, this time, they're a perfect fit.

#thank you for this ask!! sorry it took me a minute to get to it #ricky x gina #rina #hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #asks #anon

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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That Black Tee

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao

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You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.

So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.

Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.

He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.

You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.

You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."

He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"

But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."

Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.

"Distracted?" Sam questioned.

"I- I’m fine, really-,"

Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."

Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.

"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.

Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."

"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.

You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.

Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.

"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.

"What- What do you-,"

He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."

Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.

"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.

Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"

You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."

He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.

"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"

You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.

He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.

He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.

"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."

That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.

Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.

He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.

Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.

"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.

He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.

As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.

His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.

Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.

As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.

"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.

"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.

"I- I’m gonna-,"

"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."

It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.

One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.

The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.

Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.

"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.

You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."

"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."

You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."

Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."

After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.

You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."

Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.

"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.

You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."

Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."

You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."

"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."

You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.

"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.

Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"

You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.

"Fine."

Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel #mcu #mcu fic #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #writing*#fluff #slight tfatws spoilers

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tanthais · 4 years

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Thoughts on ep 8 of Why R U

1. So the first thing we see coming into this episode is Fighter and Tutor kissing which are we even surprised at this point. Apparently this scene was a bit of improve from Saint and Zee but it seem extremely on par with their characters so kudos to them for that. Their whole scene was disgustingly cute and very much so just THEM if you know what I mean. It was a mix of horniness and cuteness and affection and just feelings. Fighter begging for kisses and kissing Tutor's finger was the softest shit no lie. And he brought up the beach trip which will basically be their boyfriend initiation we LOVE to see it.

2. Fighter's progress has made me so so proud. He has confronted things that are scary to him and now he's doing his damn best to make things right and amazing between him and Tutor. He's also a big softie like the lingering as he left Tutor's place and the soft cheek kiss and asking Tutor for the same. You could tell how happy Tutor was with Fighter's actions in those scene. And it's what Tutor deserves honestly.

3. The jealousy scene I think made sense and I actually love how it was handled. In most bl and even non bl things jealousy is left to build and handled in unhealthy and toxic ways. Tutor made sure to let Fighter know he was upset immediately and Fighter in response immediately comforted him. They talked and used their words (they grow up so fast :'( ) and the problem was handled then. Proud of both my boys for their growth.

4. Skip to when Saifah was reading Zon's novel we discover our boy is not good at hiding things and quite the terrible liar. We also get some more teasing and flirting and these two will seriously be the death of me. Can't stand them.

5. Saifah meeting Zon's parents. I immediately assumed from previews it would be about their relationship but it was only about the concert. I love that Saifah and Zon's mom automatically bond, and the dad seems supportive of him too. I feel like once Saifahzon are official it's going to result in Zon getting teased to death. Saifah is definitely going to be the favorite son (and probably brother too if Zol can help it)

6. Zon's little breakdown accompanied by Saifah's background music was a little funny to me but also kind of heartbreaking because Zon seemed really devastated. I understand where he's coming from. His parents seem to be holding him to a double standard what he loves they don't support but something that isn't even his passion they stand behind. I'm sure they have their reasons (probably liking that Zon seems to be close to someone and participating in activities since he's apparently a bit of a recluse)

7. Saifah did well at comforting Zon as he usually does. I think he's spent a lot of time observing Zon and seeing what makes him tick or upset and what he needs to feel better. I think he also hates to see the boy upset so he would do anything to make him happy again. He's Zon's number one fan and supporter and it really shows. I think this was also probably THAT moment for Zon. I think he knew he felt something for Saifah but his expression when Saifah tells him his writing is good. I think that was his realization that he was also in love.

8. The practice was pretty cute with all our chaotic side characters and you can tell how much Saifah's prescence calms Zon down. And I mean honestly same. I need a Saifah in my life.

9. The food scene was so cute. First off Sai bought Zon food. Second off the way he woke him up by threatening (and im pretty sure that was our actual first real kiss but you didn't hear it from me) to kiss him. Then Zon's adorable ass begging for Saifah's fried egg and Saifah caving because he's whipped. Then Zon just leaning all over Saifah and them teasing each other like the children they are. Also Zon tends to get angry when Sai doesn't take his side. Cute ass.

10. Next thing I want to cover is the scene where Saifah calms him down. Zon is obviously a very anxious character and it really shows right before the performance. We also get to see how close Saifah and Zon have gotten though. Zon seeks out Saifah for comfort in this situation and Saifah has learned how to read into what Zon needs. Be it help to breathe or a very tight and endearing hug. It's really sweet how they have found comfort and security within each other.

11. The concert went well and Zol obviously was excited as fuck. Zon thanking Saifah at the end and Saifah's my Zon. Yes baby he is yours.

12. So the scene we were all waiting a week for. First off their excited happiness at accomplishing their song was so CUTE. Saifah blowing on Zon's fingers was the most adorable. We stan. They seem to crave each other's touch because their hands were constantly on each other in that scene. Zon thanks Saifah and I believe it's really genuine. He also wonders why Saifah is so nice to him and Saifah's "well because you already have my heart." Then we get attacked by forehead kiss to nose nuzzles to nose kiss to the actual kiss.

13. I'm a bit paranoid and a skeptic so I got a little bit of off vibes from the last scene. I'm hoping to God it actually happened because I want my saifahzon to be happy.

14. On a side note towards our side couple. I think we got some more dewbluechamp love triangle. Dew went out to the car because Champ asked Blue to come with him. I see you. Then Dew also tied up Blue's hands which resulted in a champblue hug. And Dew and Blue just seem to have gotten a lot more peaceful with each other. So that's pretty cool.

15. My baby tanthai and japan were so strong throughout the episode even if they were more in the background. Tanthai writing Japan's name at the concert preparation. Them being attached at the hip at the actual concert. They are BOYFRIENDS.

16. Heard Zol may be a lesbian which would be cool

#why r u the series #fightertutor #tutorfighter #saifahzon #fighter #tutor #zon #saifah #why r u #japantanthai #tanthaijapan #zol #this was really saifahzon's episode #i still really enjoyed fightertutor's parts as well #the actual performances and side couples wasn't really my thing #but still i loved this episode nonetheless #mine

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literallystopstealingmybrand · 4 years

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Crush - Chaeyoung/Reader

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Chaeyoung and gf goes on a variety show together.

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I woke up to the feeling of a pillow being thrown in my face, groaning. I threw the pillow back to wherever it came from, not even moving a little bit from my position in bed. Unknowingly, my group’s leader comes in with a pail of water, ready to splash it on my face. My eyes opened widely, shocked at my member’s antics as I felt my body being drenched in water.

“That’s what you get! Now, hurry up you have less than 10 minutes to get ready,” Yujin, my leader mentioned as I hurriedly got up from bed. “If you don’t you won’t be seeing Chaeyoung,”.

My mood changed completely upon hearing her name. Chaeyoung, my girlfriend, and I were best friends back when we were both trainees, we were attached at the hip. Everything I did was with her, never was there a time where we were not in the same room. However, we lost contact when she joined the JYP survival show ‘Sixteen’ and got a position in Twice. I left the company as I was offered a place in WM Entertainment. It was difficult for the two of us to communicate due to strict restrictions implemented by our companies. A year later, we finally met at a music show as our comebacks aligned. My heart softened at the sight of her jumping in joy the moment we made eye contact. She ran into my arms crying out about how much she missed me, and at that moment realisation hit me as I realised that I was in love with my best friend. I could never get her off my mind and everything I did was for her. Two years passed and we were both finally off our dating ban. We went on a couple dates and the rest were history. Despite wanting to be out and proud, our relationship was forced to be kept as a secret. However, Chaeyoung and I have given our fans subtle hints on our relationship and the fans are always freaking out at every new 'evidence' that they have on us.

By the time I arrived at the studio, Twice was already there all ready to start filming. My eyes kept a look out for Chaeyoung, it's been a long time we’ve seen each other due to our busy schedules. Jihyo and I locked eyes and she immediately ran towards me with open arms. Soon, I was surrounded by the Twice members except for the one girl I desperately needed to see.

“Y/n!” her voice echoes through the filming studio as I look around trying to find her in this crowded place.

My eyes found her eyes. My view became glassy as tears formed in my eyes. The arms wrapped around me loosened their grip as Chaeyoung and I walked towards each other, unable to hold back our tears. She wraps her arms around my neck as my hands go to her hips. I hid my face in the crook of her neck, missing how it felt to be held by her.

Her hands cupped my cheeks as I looked into those eyes that I’ve missed. We blushed as we felt multiple pairs of eyes on us. Her thumb wiped off the tears that were still falling as she whispered how much she missed me. A smile forms on my face as I see her dimples.

“Okay, we need to start filming girls! Get ready at the side please!” one of the producers ordered as our makeup artists quickly fixed the tear stained makeup.

I was then pulled away from Chaeyoung by one of my group mates but my eyes never left hers. After some introductions by the MCs, both our groups were called up to the main filming area and throughout the segment of group introductions, my eyes never left her.

"Talking about friends, I heard Y/n and Chaeyoung are best friends. Is it true?" The MC questioned, his head turning to look at both of us.

"Mhm, yep. Y/n and I go way back, we became friends about 5 years ago," Chaeyoung replied, her eyes sparkling as she gestured between us.

"Let's put that friendship to the test, shall we?" the other MC suggested as our group mates cheered, teasing us as we both blushed, nervous as what kind of test we had to do.

The MCs then personally dragged us out of our chairs and in front of each other. My ears and cheeks were red as my girlfriend and I made eye contact. We were then told to hold hands and as we do, our cheeks turned into a darker shade of red. Mr. MC then explained how the game works and my eyes widened at what Chaeyoung and I had to do in front of practically the whole world. We were required to talk about what we love about each other and the one who looks away first would lose.

"Action!" Soft piano music started playing in the background as Chaeyoung and I stared at each other not knowing how to start as we were both still flustered.

"Ah! What is this?" Jeongyeon shouted from her seat as she threw her blanket at us.

What she said only made us more flustered than we already were. The MC then walks toward us, asking us to start again due to the interruption.

Blowing out a gust of air to calm myself down, I looked back into Chaeyoung's eyes with a smile plastered on my face. I then started the game with what I felt was the truth about the love of my life.

"Everytime we watch a movie, you get all focused on the movie and its storyline, sometimes even forgetting I'm there with you. But, the way you look at things in different perspectives makes you seem like an intellect and to me, it is one of the many attractive features you have," I confessed my eyes staring deeply in to hers. I thought maybe I could do a one shot one kill but that barely moved her as she came back with a stronger compliment.

"Y/n, whenever your group's on stage performing, my eyes never leave you as your stage presence captivates my eyes," she then boldly stroked my face, a smirk plastered on her face. The audience around us were cringing and screaming at Chaeyoung's statement. However, I didn't break, I kept my stance and fought back, stronger this time.

"Ok ok, Chaeyoung-ah, I know we never see eye to eye, but I know we see each other heart to heart," I winked as she glared at me for making fun of her height.

"Even though we barely see each other eye to eye, every time I look in to your eyes, the world stops and I think about how nothing else in the world is as beautiful as those Y/E/C eyes you have," she stepped closer, her eyes were staring deeply into my soul. With that, I broke.

My heart rate was beating so fast at how close her face was to mine and my cheeks were too red for me to hide. My group members groaned at me as Twice scored a point, bringing us further from beating them in this episode to be able to win something. On the other hand, the Twice members cheered at the sight of me looking away. As I looked back to try and convince the MCs to give me another chance, Chaeyoung made eye contact with me and winked, making me blush even more.

My members pulled me back to my seat as they knew that there was no way I could get another opportunity. As everyone settled down in their seats, a group member of mine, Siyeon, hit the back of my head whispering 'Useless Lesbian'. I rolled my eyes as we laughed away.

"Wow! That was intense, felt like you two were actually dating," The MC joked as everyone laughed along except for Chaeyoung and I who were giggling at each other.

The filming finally ended and we were all heading back to our dressing rooms to pack and leave the filming studio. As I was about to enter my group's dressing room, I felt a hand pull me back away from the doorway. I turned around to find my girlfriend smirking at me.

"You got a little flustered back there huh? Never thought I could break that little tough look you had going on, sweetheart," I blushed for the millionth time at the pet name she gave me.

Our hands intertwined as I shifted my weight. My eyes were fixed on looking at the floor as I could not manage to look into her eyes, knowing this might be the last time I see her in weeks.

"Hey, look at me," she cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look up at her, "what's wrong, love?"

"I just, um, I'm going to miss you so much babe. I don't know if I can be apart from you any longer now,". Tears were forming in my eyes and so were hers.

Her grip on my hands tightened as she gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"You have to stay strong alright?" as I was about to protest, she cut me off. "For me? please? I'm sure we can overcome this," she reassured me.

I nod in response, she gives me a small smile as she brings me into a hug. We stayed like this for as long as we could, never wanting to let go. Our moment was then interrupted by her manager coming to drag her away. She pulled away giving me one last smile as she walked away. The remaining Twice girls gave me reassuring hugs as they left too.

I was then engulfed in to a hug by my group mates as they caressed my back, telling me how Chaeyoung and I would meet again soon. I let out a sigh, missing her already. Just a little bit more ya? For her, Y/n, for her.

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Won’t Go Slowly // 2

A/N: I promise I’m working on other stuff, too. Just slightly addicted to this series at the moment.

Being in Tyler's house alone was weird.

Not that you were alone, not really, with three large dogs practically constantly surrounding you.

But it was weird to be there in the quiet, especially because 90% of the time you were over there, there was at least one other person hanging around, too, whether it was someone actually there to hang out with him , or if it was a friend just crashing at his place.

You'd actually stayed there a few times on your own though, when you were watching the dogs. Mostly because it was just easier. But also because, as he claimed, he didn't want them destroying your place.

You'd protested that they'd never destroyed anything in their life, but he claimed that they had, you just hadn't seen it. Which seemed doubtful, but you also hadn't met any of them until they were a few months old, so you supposed it was possible. And, he also pointed out that the dog hair alone was a mess. You hadn't told him that even though they'd never even been in your house, you frequently pulled their hair out of your vacuum, because Lab hair was so insane that it literally got embedded in your clothing.

It was a small price to pay, really, though.

You typically had no problem making yourself at home when he was there - grabbing yourself a blanket if you were cold, or helping yourself to a drink. But, somehow, it felt different when you were there alone. In the quiet. The first time you'd stayed there alone, you'd actually brought yourself meals over, and he came home and questioned you as to why there was no food missing, laughing when you said you already had food made, so you just brought it over. After that, you'd gradually gotten more comfortable. This time, though, you'd spent the first night there hunkered up with all three dogs in his guest room, ending up watching a comedy special on Netflix, followed by an episode of Stephen Colbert.

You thankfully got off work early on Friday. You worked as a an academic advisor at The University of Toronto and, since it was nearing the end of the semester, your work load was really cut down quite a bit. You still worked throughout the summer, of course, as there were summer students and incoming freshmen, but it wasn't as constant and was also super flexible. Which was kind of convenient because it pretty much synced up with when Tyler would be back, so you tended to spend a lot of time together in the summer.

When you got back to his place on Friday, you pretty much immediately took all the dogs for a long, leisurely walk, enjoying the shade and quiet of a local park. When you got back to his place, you decided to bake muffins, especially considering you were definately not cooking tonight. All of the dogs had gone to sleep except for Gerry, who kept running around and dropping your all over the floor, and you were doing your best to not trip over him or any of the toys while trying to find the ingredients you needed. Occasionally you picked up a you, tossing it away so he'd go to chase it before coming back.

You'd turned on "Throwback Hip Hop Dance Party on Spotify, which was your go-to playlist for dancing and baking, and had sung along to "Golddigger" as you mixed the dry ingredients. "Drop It Like It's Hot" came on next, and you were, well, dropping it like it's hot, squatted down down on the floor, Gerry's front paws in your hands, dancing with him as you sung along. And then a pair of male legs came right in front of your eyesight and you screamed, loudly, the rest of the dogs coming running in from the other room barking at the same time you looked up to see that the legs were attached to Tyler's dad. "Shh....boys!" you yelled, but it wasn't really effective over the loud music. All three of them were barking, running around around the kitchen and looking around for a threat, sniffing Tyler's dad skeptically. You got knocked over by the force of them around you, falling back onto your butt, reaching up to the counter for your phone and shutting the music off.

"Shh...it's okay," you said, your voice calm this time, trying to pet them all at once, the hair on the back of their neck standing up and their tails poised, ready for action. "It's okay, I'm okay."

Two tongues licked your face at once, and then you were pushed down onto the kitchen floor, laying on your back with paws stepping all over you and noses in your face, and on your shoulders, as if investigating that you were indeed, alright. Finally, you managed to get what had to be at least 250 pounds of dog off you, sitting up and raising yourself to your feet.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said with a laugh, looking at your face closely, "Tyler didn't tell you I was coming, did he?"

"Nope," you said trying to force the redness from your cheeks with your mind, "Which means it's his fault, not yours."

He laughed again, holding up what was in his hands, "I was coming to do something on the pool. Is that alright?" He asked the question like it was your house he was coming to. "Yeah, of course," you said, shrugging.

He went outside, and you went back to your baking, turning your music back on, but a little quieter this time, and you kept your dance moves more G-rated this time. He came back in as you were taking the muffins out of the oven, setting them on the cooling rack, and you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. "Everything alright?"

"Yep," he said easily, "Smells good in here." You smiled, "You should take a couple with you."

"Oh, that's okay. You must have worked hard on them." "I can't eat them all myself," you replied honestly. "And they're best when they're warm."

You sent him off with a couple in a plastic baggie, and then ordered your pizza. The night went much like the last, other than the half hour you spent debating whether you should download Tinder or Bumble to your phone again. And then the 15 minutes you spent trying to determine whether Tyler would care if you borrowed his dogs for a selfie to use as your profile picture to show that you were a dog person.

The following afternoon, you were chopping vegetables, because you'd finally decided to get your life together and meal prep seriously (plus Tyler's knives were sharper than yours, so the process went much quicker). But you kept getting this twinge of pain in your side. At first, you thought it was because you took all three dogs for a run this morning, which was not as pleasant as it sounded, and assumed you pulled something. But the pain continued to build and build until it morphed into something familiar that you couldn't ignore any longer.

You called Tyler's Mom as you were cleaning up your the kitchen, stopping every few minutes to bend over, hand clutched at you side, finally stopping and driving yourself to the hospital.

************** You rolled to your side as you heard movement. It was so dark in your bedroom that you didn't know what time of day it was, and assumed it must be your sister coming over to stay with you for the night. You heard your bedroom door open and shut your eyes, pretending to sleep. There was a stumbled, followed by a "shit."

"Tyler?" you asked, opening one eye, your hand across your forehead, seeing him bent over, rubbing his knee where it had likely collided with your dresser. "Geez, you Seguin men really like to sneak up on people." He laughed. "Yeah, I was really disappointed he didn't have any video footage of that," he said.

You rolled a little more to the other side of the bed, pulling the blankets up tight around you, realizing that you were wearing pyjamas, and hadn't brushed your hair or showered for three days. "What are you even doing here?" "My mom said you were sick," he stepped closer to the bed, " I brought popsicles."

You smiled weakly, thinking that he'd assumed you had strep throat, which you seemed to get once a year, and always knocked you out for a couple of days. You frowned a little more, shifting onto your side, "how'd you even get in here?" "You gave me a key, remember?"

You were thinking that you hadn't, but then you recalled that you had given him a key, because he was supposed to take care of your mail when you went to Europe after you graduated with your Bachelor's degree. Which was four years ago. "I thought you said you lost it." He shrugged, "I found it."

" Oh," you said quietly, and let your eyes slide shut, like an extended blink. Before you could even fully open your eyes, you felt your bed dip as Tyler pressed his arm on it, leaning over like he was going to ask you something and you made a little noise of pain, seeing him frown with a concerned look on his face as you winced, rolling over away from him. "That is not something you do to someone who just had surgery," you moaned.

You heard him something but couldn't decipher it, and then felt his hand on your shoulder for a brief second like he want to roll you back over, but thought better of it. "You had surge

ry?" He asked, disbelief growing in his voice with each word he spoke. "Yeah," you responded, and you felt him sit down gently on the edge of your bed, near your feet. " Why...why didn't you call me?"

"I called your Mom," you said. You'd even double checked as soon as you could that she had the dogs. She'd even texted you to offer to bring you something, but you assured her you were all set.

He sighed heavily, "I didn't mean about the dogs, I meant about you."

"You weren't even here, what were you going to do?" "I could have come home," he said, enunciating each word. "You shouldn't be alone."

" I'm not alone." He looked around the room dramatically, "You look pretty alone to me."

It should have been funny. But he looked- and sounded- pissed off. And you didn't have the energy to deal with him pissed off right now.

"My mom stayed with me for two days," you said, "she just left this morning. And my sister is coming over after work to stay with me tonight."

His face seemed to relax a little at that, and you felt his hand over your leg through the blanket, giving your ankle a little squeeze. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" You shook your head, "It was just laparoscopic. It's just kind if tender if I move the wrong way."

He pursed his lips, still looking down at you, "Was it what you had in high school?" "Yep," you said softly. You'd had a similar procedure then, when you where first told you'd had endometriosis.

He laid down softly on his side on the bed next to you then, his head propped up on his hand looking at you seriously. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm," you murmured, but his eyes will still searching yours for a moment, until the alarm on your phone started blaring from your nightstand, and you groaned at the loud noise. Tyler got up from the bed, and a second later the annoying noise stopped.

"I need to take my pain meds," you said, easing yourself up on to your elbows. "I'll get them," he said, "where are they?"

You wanted to argue - you really did - because, of course you could get them yourself. But you were also really tired, so you just gave in. "In the kitchen." He turned to leave and you laid back down on your back, head against the pillows. "Tyler?" "Hmm?" "I think they're on the counter by the fridge."

"'K," he said, and you shut your eyes again, recalling what had happened back in high school, the last time you'd been recovering from surgery. For some reason this guy, Chris, had apparently started a rumour that you'd had an abortion, which was absurd, really. He'd always been pretty annoying, and was totally into Kirsten, which he didn't even hide. But, apparently, Tyler had completed decked him as Kirsten told you, since you weren't there to see it anyways. You were pretty certain that he was suspended for a week, and grounded for a month. You weren't entirely sure if he was just looking for a reason to punch the guy and finally found it, or if he actually morally objected to this guy and was trying to set him straight, but now you couldn't figure out why he hadn't just told his mom what had happened. Surely she would have at least reduced his punishment. And you knew that being grounded had pissed him off, because you very clearly remembered him complaining about it every lunch hour, between classes, and during classes.

Now, though, Tyler came back into your bedroom. He had a glass of what looked like juice in one hand, your stainless steel water bottle shoved under his arm. You sat up again, holding out your hand, and he pressed the pill into it. You popped it into your mouth, taking the glass of juice from his hand, swallowing the pill quickly. You didn't even have time to think about setting it on the nightstand, because he'd already taken it from you, setting it there next to the water bottle he must have set there already.

"Have you eaten today?" he asked, as you were fixing the pillows to lay back down on your back. "Yes," you answered honestly. Your mom had made you eat some oatmeal this morning before she'd left, and you'd also had a couple of chocolates from the box your good friend, Becca, had dropped by the hospital.

"Do you want me to get you a popsicle?" "No," you said, shutting your eyes, and then adding, "thanks."

You opened your eyes again and he was still just standing there, and you couldn't figure out why he wasn't just leaving.

"Do you want me to help you onto the couch?" he asked, "We could watch a movie or TV or something."

You shook your head, running your hand over your face. "I just want to sleep." He was shifting his weight back and forth between his feet. "Yeah, okay. So, I'll just be in the living room, so just yell if you need anything." "What? Tyler, you don't have to stay."

"It's no big deal. I'll just hang out until your sister gets here." "I'm fine," you made clear, "do you really think my mom wouldn't be here if I wasn't?"

He was looking down at you, a wrinkle appearing in the middle of his forehead, running his hand through his hair quickly, "Like you've never helped me after I had surgery."

"You would be helping because I just want to be alone," you croaked, and then took a deep, albeit shaky breath, "Seriously, I just want to sleep. And these pills knock me out anyways."

He said something, and you think it was "yeah" or "okay" but it could have been your name, and your eyes felt both way too try and way too watery, and all you wanted to do was shut them and go back to sleep. And you didn't want anyone there watching you or hovering over you or asking if you were okay.

To set your point straight, you pulled the covers, hard over your shoulder, rolling away so you were facing the wall, turning your back to him and shutting your eyes and trying not to think of anything. Finally, you heard the front door shut and, knowing that he left, let out the breath you had been holding, letting the pills make you wonderfully drowsy.

You woke again in a daze, like you had been every couple hours, but this time you heard snoring and your bed felt way too heavy and warm, and you weren't exactly sure where you were. You opened your eyes tentatively to see Marshall laying down by your feet and you let out a little laugh in disbelief. You turned over, reaching for the water bottle that was on your nightstand, and piece of paper covered with an unmistakable scrawl set under it and you read it as you took a few sips. I left him food and water in the kitchen. Call me if he starts being a shit. I'm serious. You smiled, setting everything back onto your nightstand and sitting up, rubbing your knuckles along the dog's snout until he opened his eyes, staring back at you. You patted the bed next to you as you laid back down, and Marshall got up, turning in a circle before curling up against chest. You were still smiling as you set your head back down against your pillows, resting your arm over him and petting him absentmindedly, running fingers through his fur as you fell back to sleep.

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My IKEA Home Tour Makeover Reveal – Home Office Ideas

I can finally reveal my IKEA Home Tour Makeover of my new home office!

It's no surprise that IKEA was at my home with the IKEA Home Tour Squad giving my home office a facelift. Our readers, friends, and family were confused as to why my home office even needed a makeover, because it was so beautiful…

Here's what my home office looks like in photographs to make it look aesthetically pleasing, but…

To be honest, my office was only that — beautiful, but not at all functional. If you took away the computer monitors, printers, wires, internet router, office supplies, and all the items you absolutely NEED in your home office to function as a home business (as you see here), then of course I wouldn't need a makeover. But that is not practical for a work from home environment. You could snap an Instagram worthy photo of my home office and it would look like it'd come out of a model home. But then you'd find me crawling out of the corner dragging all my office equipment and supplies back onto the desk and rearranging everything so that I could actually, you know, work. Because what my office looked like IRL (that's “in real life” for those of you not hip with the slang acronyms) was this…

You get the picture? I literally have to rearrange EVERYTHING except for that 200lb art deco hutch (which by the way looks fabulous now in my master bedroom hehe – but that's a whole different room makeover).

When we first started brainstorming design ideas, George and I shared our frustrations with our current home office set-up: 1. No matter how we arrange the room, there are visible wires and chords everywhere. Such an eye sore and can cause for safety issues.

2. There is only one desk in there currently, and because we are a two-people team, one of us ends up working either on the bed or in the formal dining room.

3. George felt the room was a little too fluffy and pretty for his creative thinking skills to tolerate, we need a design that both of us could find aesthetically pleasing.

6. Our home office had limited lighting with the exception of the small bulb in the chandelier and a couple of lamps.

The IKEA Home Tour Squad saves the day!

When Rocky, Stephanie, Whitney, Anthony, and Jesse first stepped foot into my home, I knew there was going to be magic happening that day. The IKEA Home Tour saviors is what we should really call them. They got right to work upstairs in my home office and began opening boxes that were delivered the weekend before they arrived and quickly shuffled into assembly mode.

During the “makeover” phase, George and I were able to live stream our experience and even snagged a few takeaway tips in home design from the IKEA Home Tour Squad. Be sure to check it out:

http://www.theitmom.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/IKEA-Home-Tour-Makeover-Livestream.mp4

Afterward, the IKEA Home Tour Squad showed us around our new office and it was an amazing transformation! They were able to offer a solution to all of our frustrations and home office challenges, and still kept the look stylish. Let's take a deeper look into what they did:

1. No matter how we arrange the room, there are visible wires and chords everywhere. Such an eye sore and can cause for safety issues. Thanks to the soft close chord storage compartments in the Alex Desk, all of the wires and chords from our office equipment and chargers stay hidden from view!

2. There is only one desk in there currently, and because we are a two-people team, one of us ends up working either on the bed or in the formal dining room. The size of the Alex Desk (51 5/8×23 5/8″), it was perfect enough to fit TWO desks in our home office while the IKEA Home Tour Squad designed the desks to be properly placed facing each other next to the window allowing for the perfect amount of natural light to enter the room.

3. George felt the room was a little too fluffy and pretty for his creative thinking skills to tolerate, we need a design that both of us could find aesthetically pleasing. CHECK! The IKEA Home Tour Squad took all of our ideas and combined the look of minimal simplicity and my pretty farmhouse shabby chic “wants” into a fusion of modern design – PERFECTION! They were even able to keep some of the pieces from my old office, such as the lingerie chest, two nailhead tufted chairs, and dressing mirror.

4. I haven't been able to film videos for my blog in my office because of lack of vanity space, odd lighting set-up, and the amount of time it took to set-up and move everything around wasn't worth the battle to film just a 3-5 minute YouTube video. This makes me the happiest because since the makeover, I've been filming more live streams and videos in my office now thanks to the MALM Dressing Table. It's beautiful, sleek design also has a good amount of drawer space for me to easily access products I'm featuring in my videos. The IKEA Home Tour Squad created a vanity for me by adding an EIDSA Mirror and attaching lamps on both sides of the mirror to provide GREAT lighting! PLUS no matter where I film in my office, they set it up to where there will always be a beautiful background behind me during filming.

5. We have a limited amount of storage space for the ever growing amount of beauty, skincare, hair, and tech gadgets we were receiving from brands. The only storage space I had was the lingerie chest, but the art deco hutch was primarily for display and the lower cabinets could only hold a few items. Now I have a place for everything, and everything in it's place with my new GALANT Storage Combination with Drawers! We were able to add touches of our unique sense of style with decor accessories and our wireless printer fit perfectly in there. We've got a place for George's photography and videography equipment, skincare beauty products and hair care products. And there's even a combination lock on all the cabinets so my sixteen year old daughter can't go sneaking in there to take my beauty products! Haha.

6. Our home office had limited lighting with the exception of the small bulb in the chandelier and a couple of lamps. DONE! Lots, and lots and lots of lamps: floor lamps, desk lamps, and vanity lamps in addition to our chandelier light. And I love that IKEA Home Tour Squad used LED bulbs that were perfectly balanced throughout our home office to provide for ample lighting.

You can shop the full IKEA shopping list of what was used in my new home office here…

You can check out my episode of my IKEA Home Tour Makeover now on www.HomeTourSeries.com!

Watch the IKEA Home Tour Makeover episode on YouTube

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