#the sky was a nice comfy shade of pink and the lighting was nice so I sat her tush down to take some pics.

[tleeaves]

I feel like you've already described your appearance quite a lot but let's see if I've got the Vibe right and can return it right back to you like you did for me. Did you say you've got dark(ish) red hair? I know you're shorter than me, maybe about my youngest sister's height (which I realise tells you nothing but she's taller than my mum and so are you so idk). roundish or heart-shaped face. freckles? I think freckles. Not heaps, but some (more than me at least and I barely have freckles especially in winter I don't think they're really visible at all now). Across your nose (all super cute!) and skin I think a little lighter than mine, like a beige colour with a bit of pink undertones so it goes nicely with your hair (several colours of hair actually that you might try at different times, it works with different shades of brown as well). I think you're a little insecure about your skin but actually the main problem is you're surrounded by beachgoers who remind you a bit of the 'popular girls' at high school, skilled at makeup and with very complex nature-inspired skincare (healthy) and tanning (kinda dangerous in the qld sun) routines who say things like 'everyone can do it' and don't understand what it's like to be disabled (yet). you've also got short nails. hair down to your shoulderblades, a little wavy when natural or when it's humid. and you still wear tights in winter like a Victorian, only the comfy ones now (you also own a black puffer jacket you whipped out approx. 3 weeks ago), but you're incorporating more colours now you're in qld and realising it really suits you! and you're not sure about sandals. some days it's great, other days you want your feet to be safely tucked up in shoes and out of the weather and the grass and dust and sand.

Oh my goodness, this was such a fun journey to read. You are very good at capturing vibes. I'll go through in the order you mentioned to either confirm or slightly correct what you've put forward.

So, yes, currently I have dark red hair (looks ink-black in shadow, deep red in direct light, which is an effect I am obsessed with) because I recently re-dyed it burgundy. My natural hair colour is a very dark brown, which was mistaken for black a lot when I lived in Vic - I've noticed since coming here that my hair's lightened to a more noticeably brown hue (when not dyed, obviously) that's still dark but clearly not black anymore.

Knew I'd be shorter than you. Yeah, I'm a li'l one. And I'm so surprised you got my face right! Second guess, mine's heart-shaped. Not the most obvious heart, but it also literally just does not fit any other face shape, sooo... 'tis me <3

And yes! Freckles! I don't have as many as my mum, nor some of my redhead friends who seems to have more freckles than there are stars in the sky, but I actually do have a decent amount! (Admittedly, it runs in the British side of my family.) As in, while they may appear sparse and fairly spaced out, they're quite uncountable because of just how many there are. I literally lose track just trying to count them on one arm, let alone all over my body (because they're indeed all over my body, and my face). And I actually still get new freckles, even in winter (must be this Qld sun, honestly). I used to have some across my nose, and I still kinda do if you look closely, but I tend to have a pinkish nose and cheeks which hides the freckles (they are rather beige - they range from chocolate brown to beige/gold). My skin does have mostly pink undertones, so I appreciate the thought it goes well with my hair 🥰

You also got it right: I am a bit insecure about my skin. I get acne, which I never mind on anyone else but hate on myself, and it's really bad when I'm on my medication. It also induces a lot of the pinkness I get in my face from inflamed skin. The beachgoers definitely remind me of 'popular girls' in high school back in Vic. The women here are more often than not very tanned, looking flawless, and I know it's not great to compare myself to them, but I do. My skin's darkened since moving here, but I am still the resident 'Snow White' as well since my meds require me to stay out of the sun (more sensitive to burning while undergoing treatment). I'm also really pale for a Greek, which brings its own extra brand of shame, because all other Greeks I know (some immigrants like my grandparents, some not) have gorgeous olive skin (mine's still olive, but obviously very pale, and mixed with more of my British side's genes than the rest of my siblings).

Correct, I do also have short nails (musicians, eh? I wasn't wrong). Started the habit, never stopped, even now that my actual playing is infrequent. Only time they grow out is when I paint them and leave them for a couple weeks.

My hair is actually not quite down to my shoulder blades - I got it in a short sort of concave bob at my jaw (oop... twin moment between us here, is it??) last October, and it's grown out to sit juuust past my collarbones but not quite all the way past my shoulder blades. Maybe close to touching them. When wet? Possible halfway down them. Naturally, yes, my hair is wavy because of how thick and fluffy it is, and it definitely gets worse in humidity.

And, okay, I have tights for when I do boxing and karate, but otherwise it's just skinny jeans for winter, I swear. Although I still have a back-up pair as pyjama-wear. (...how do you know about the black puffer jackets?? Who leaked the Vic dress code? Although I'm actually partial to proper coats than the puffer jackets. I like pretty buttons.) But yes! I am dressing in more colours now, finding what suits me. It's pretty fun! I do go for my default black/white/gold colour scheme though fairly often because I like how striking it looks. Definitely not sure about sandals. I don't even really own a proper pair, just thongs (flip-flops for the Americans who don't know). Still not sure about sandals, but the folks here wear them in spades, I swear. It could be winter, and it could be rainy, but there're my girlies wearing sandals. How anyone feels comfortable walking around without socks is beyond me.

#how did I get read so easily #I swear I've only ever mentioned my hair and height and nails/hands

[animesmutfest]

Satoru x Kakashi x reader

Firstly i just want to thank you all for your support, I genuinely had no idea this would blow up and was just posting the stories to post them but i am so grateful to have you guys as an audience. This smut was harder to make but with some inspiration from my husband and some manga, i think it'll turn out pretty spicy. So without anymore delays welcome to my 100k smut special. Hope you all enjoy but be nice lol it's the first threesome I've written about

You stared at the calendar longer than needed, you knew your eyes were correct. Today was a very special day for more than one reason and you could barely contain your happiness. Not only is it your birthday but it's the day that they come home. They both parted ways about two months ago for work and were able to get some time with you for a while starting today. You missed them so much it hurt, their touch, their voices, their kisses, just everything. You craved them more than anything in this world. Peeling your eyes from the calendar you head out to the store and picked up wine and ingredients for dinner. On your way home you stopped by a friends house to let them know you would not be available for a while and without pressing you for details she understood that you'd be tied up... hopefully literally. Once your home your phone rings and its Satoru. "Hey baby" you answer excited. "Hey princess~ i just wanted to let you know I'm waiting for Kakashi now and then we will be on our way. I'm thinking maybe 3 hours" he says in a very giddy voice. "Okay love i cant wait to see you two, get here safely" you reply. "yes maaam~" he says before hanging up.

You spent the time doing your hair, makeup and making dinner just how the likes it. They should be home within the hour and you have never been more ready to throw yourself on someone so badly. Meanwhile in the car with your loves. "You think she'd like these or these?" Kakashi asks Satoru holding up two bouquets of roses, one red and the other pink. "I'd say red considering the occasion" he reply's smirking. "Buuuuut lets just get both to be safe" he adds. "Good thinking" they go to check out and talk on the way to the house to catch up on lost time before the needed to talk about the facts. "You know this is he first time right?" Satoru asks staring out the car window into the sky through his shades. "What do you mean?" Kakashi asks. "She's never had both of us at once" he says smirking. A light blush appears on Kakashis face under his mask as he realizes he's right. They had always had alternate schedules so they each had their time with her but this is a first. To be home at the same time after being away for so long. How exciting. "We have to be extra careful with her tonight. And the next day, and maybe the next day~" Satoru says biting his lip a bit. "Understood, I'm sure we know how to make this experience as perfect as can be for our queen" Kakashi says smiling through his mask. They spent the rest of the car ride planning out everything as best as they could.

You hear them pull into the driveway and your heart begins to race as your legs moved on their own towards the door. You swing the door open before either of them could touch it and pulled them both into a deep hug. "We missed you too baby" they say to you. Satoru leans down and kisses you tenderly before Kaakshi follows right after caressing your soft skin. "Happy birthday love" Kakashi adds and they both extend their arms giving you the roses. "Their beautiful... thank you so much" you say smelling them while they fully enter the house and lock the door. "Oooh~ something smells good" Satoru coos as he walks to the dinning room. "Oh right! I made you guys dinner. Its been a while since I've been able to cook for either of you." You say as you set the flowers in a large vase before preparing to set the table. "I definitely miss your cooking... among other things" Kakashi says as he walks to the room with his bags. You blush and quickly turn around so they cant see your face. "Go get cleaned up, ill get the table set" you say. Both smiling they do as you requested. By the time you had pour their drinks they were walking towards the table. Both wearing lose sweats and t shirts as they sit down. You couldn't help but look down as they walked and you gulped at the sight. We all know about the prints and they were no exception. The guys give each other a looked in acknowledgment of your eyes wandering and shared a chuckle. You sat at the table  and talked with them as they ate their dinner. "Anything you wanna do after we're done?" kakashi asks. "I'm just going with the flow today, i really don't have anything planned in particular" you say taking a sip of your wine. When you look up you see both of them staring at you smiling. It was so terrifying yet you found yourself pressing your legs together. "Are you down for anything?" Satoru asks leaning back in his chair. You slowly nod looking down at your glass when you hear their chairs move at the same time. Your head shoots up to see them walking towards you. "W-what's going on?" You ask nervously. "Do you trust us?" Satoru asks. "With my life" you reply. Before you could ask more questions Kakashi throws you over his should and walks to "The Room" this rooms layout consisted of a large comfy couch, projector screen and a Alaskan king size bed built into the floor. He puts you down once inside and immediately grabs your neck pulling you into a heated kiss. Satoru walking over to the closet and grabbing the black box. While you were preoccupied he takes out your blindfold and covers your eyes. "You remember your safe word right baby?" Satoru asks as he rips open your shirt and bra. "Mmph y-yes" you reply only to receive a harsh slap on your ass from Kakashi. "Yes what?" He asks in a low voice. "Y-yes daddy" you correct yourself. "Good girl" he praises before turning you around to face Satoru and kissing your neck softly. Satoru begins to slowly take off your pants, tossing them aside once completely off. Your breathing become heavy as you feels their hands roam all over your body. Satoru runs his hands up along your waist until they reach your breasts. Without hesitation he takes one into his mouth, gently sucking on it as you run your finger through his soft hair.

You felt Satoru smirk against your skin as he nips on your nipple and pinch the other. You lean your head back on Kakashis shoulder while he leaves deep and dark marks all over your neck. "Are you going to be a good girl for us tonight?" Satoru asks after popping your nipple out his mouth. "Yes daddy" you say feeling his gorgeous eyes stare into you. He lightly chuckles before getting on his knees again and throwing your leg over his shoulder. You jump a bit as you feel his fingers rub your pussy slowly. "mm your soaking wet down here love~" he says before sliding a finger inside you. You let out a soft moan as your body tenses us and Kakashis hands move to your breasts squeezing them. "Oh yeah? What has you so worked up baby girl?" Kakashi says as he licks your ear. "It's because -fuck- because you both of you a-are touching me like this" you sigh with a light moan. "You mean like this?" Kakashi coos as his right hand wraps around your neck and he presses his dick against your back. "And like this?~" Satoru adds as he slips in another finger curling them inside you perfectly. You let a loud moan and your body trembled a bit. "P-please... I need more... please." Satoru slipping out his fingers and going to the bed laying down on it. Kakashi knew what to do, he guides you there as well before placing you in a 69 position on top of satoru on your hands and knees. He places himself in front of you before pulling down his sweats and pumping himself slowly right in front of your covered eyes. As satoru locks your hips with his arms he starts with soft flicks of tongue on your sensitive clit. Your hands grab the blanket as you begin to moan and your legs shake lightly. "Open your mouth sweetheart" you hear in front of you and without a second thought you comply. Sticking out your tongue letting saliva drip from the tip of it. Kakashi takes his time as he circles his tip on the bed of your tongue before sliding it deep inside your throat. Letting out a deep grunt once he bottoms out feeling your throat squeezing him just right. As he pulls himself back he grabs a handful of your hair for better support. Satoru dug his hands into your hips as he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue just right. You moan into Kakashis dick as he fucks your face slowly but deep sending vibrations from him. "Good fucking girl... sss fuck- stick out your tongue more. Fuck yes just like that." He groans going harder with each thrust. Satoru made sure to make an absolutely mess of you as you grind softly on his face.

Satoru smirks against your skin as he quickens his pace knowing you were so close to cumming. Kakashi pulls from your throat as you gasp for air and pant from the tightening coil inside you. "Fuck I'm gunna cum~ feels so good daddy!" You whine as you grip kakashis shirt with one hand. Reaching down he plays with your curls as he watches you fall apart on satorus tongue. "Ahhuh god! Fuck! I-I'm mmmph! C-cu-" you couldn't get the rest out as you gush on his mouth twitching and trying to pull yourself from him as he cleans his plate. Once he's had his fill he releases his grip on you and licks his lips. "Delicious as always gorgeous" he says kissing your thighs. You can't see them but you hear them taking off their clothes and moving around the bed. You then feel one of them snatch your hands and put them behind your back while the other ties your hands together. You smirk a bit as you were getting more excited by the second. Feeling the bed dip down you feel satorus hands help you on top of him. And then you feel Kakashi right behind you holding your bound arms. You feel something wet and cold rubbing against your ass before it slowly sunk into you. You whimper at the unfamiliar feeling but just as you were getting use to the feeling of being teased from behind you feel a strong vibration against your clit. Hanging your head down you felt the vibrator going in circles on your pussy and what you come to realize a thick plug being pumped in and out of your ass. "Feeling good princess?" Kakashi asks with a chuckle as he admires your voice as it echos in the room. You were drunk on the pleasure and they haven't enough done much just yet. You called for them over and over again and before you knew it you were cumming again. "That's it baby. We just wanna make you feel good" satoru says as he slow down the circles before turning off the vibrator and slowly sinking you down on his thick dick. You cry out from the stretch but immediately felt so fucking full. Full of him and the pleasure he brought to you. As he bucks his hips into your clenching pussy Kakashi removes the plug and rubs his dick on your ass. "We need you to cum again princess. Can you do that for us?" Kakashi asks as he grips your arms and bites on your shoulder a bit. Satoru slowed his thrusting to let you answer but all you did was nod frantically. He looks down at satoru and with a smirk he begins circling the vibrator over your clit again with satoru still giving you deep and slow thrusts. "Close already? That was fast~" he mocks you as you clench around him. Kakashi pulls your body back and turns your head to him as he kisses you again. Your moans muffled with his mouth but your body jerks forward as you cum again. Tears stream down your face,  you couldn't speak just react. satoru stop thrusting and pulls you into a heated kiss sliding his tongue in your mouth and making sure you knew who was in charge right now. Your breathing was still all over the place but you didn't have time to get it together when you felt Kakashis dick press into your tight ass. Your nails dig into your palms as he pushes himself half way in. Satoru grunting from the pressure and you wilding moaning between them. Both of them rubbing your body as they comfort you through the stretch. "Your taking us so well baby. Just a little more and I promise it'll feel good" Kakashi says. "I-I already f-feel good..~ haaa fuck" you cry out. Not men blushing hard before Kakashi slams the rest inside you cause you to scream out. "I'm sorry love but I can't hold back anymore" he moans as he slowly begins fucking your ass. Squelching sounds and moans filling the room you all slowly lose your minds with one another. Satoru no longer being able to sit still begins thrusting upward into you again much harder than before. One one entered you the other would pull back a bit. "Ahaaah shit!! Fuck fuck! T-too much!" You breathlessly moan. Kakashi removes your blindfold and hands. You kindly reach behind you pushing him back a bit as he speeds up while your other hand rests on Satorus chest.

So many hands digging into your flesh that you don't know who is grabbing where anymore. And in a split second you blink and real size they have stood up sandwiching you between them with their arms holding you perfectly still. You wrap one of your arms around Satorus neck and then reaching over your shoulder you grab Kakashis. Their groan and labored breathing pushing you closer to your release yet again. You were begging them to make a mess of your insides, to break you or breed you. Whatever came first you wanted it and you wanted it so badly. "Mph gunna cum gunna cum again! Ugh right there! Please don't stop!~" their faces closed in on you as they fucked you in sync with one another. "Come on then birthday girl" one of them coos. "Make as much of a mess as you want" the other chimes in. Your grip on them tightens on both of them. Soon there you were again, but this time you couldn't hold back. Your body refused to hide the fact that you were receiving the ultimate amount of pleasure and as you yell into the air and come undone you find yourself squirting and violently shaking. "God your so sexy" Satoru says as he slams into you as hard as he can cumming deep within you, your nails scratching him harshly and Kakashi following right behind him. "Fuck I'm cumming baby!" He grunts as he too fills you up a strained whimper escapes you. Your eyes glazed with lust as you stare up at the ceiling feeling their cum drip from your aching holes. Best birthday ever.

#fanfic #writing #smut #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #kakashi x y/n #kakashi hakate #satoru icons #gojou satoru x reader #naruto #jujutsu kaisen gojo #kakashi smut #satoru smut

[yunhowhoitiss]

𝐜𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐮𝐦

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐦)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k+

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, fantasy au (?), slow burn, angst if you squint, ft co-worker jongho :)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You’re finally starting to make ends meet when you start working at your school’s local café, but the world is so full of surprises.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader panics a bit(?)

𝐚/𝐧: I came up with this at 4am a couple days ago so it’s not my proudest, but I felt bad just letting it sit in my drafts so here you go :) enjoy!

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The gentle smell of freshly baked pastries, accompanied by the stronger aroma of ground coffee beans, wafted through the comfy café. There was a constant chatter as customers scattered around the joint whilst waiting, disguising the soft hum coming from behind the coffee machine. Your face was out of sight, except your hair peeked out above the espresso machine where you were pouring a latté, entertaining yourself by decorating a small heart in the foam. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as your eyes turned to soft crescents when soft wisps of your hair had fallen out of your bun and across the sides of your forehead. The steam floating from the cup caressed your hands as you picked up the mug along with an assortment of macaroons. 

“Order for Julie: four macaroons, a chai latté, and an espresso affogato, extra dry!” You announced through the coffee shop, turning a few heads. 

You made your way back to the station to continue other orders but stopped as you noticed something missing; you had run out of cinnamon to top off drinks. Your coworker ought to know where another carton would be, so you turned towards the kitchen to find him wrist-deep in bread dough. 

“Jongho, where are the extra containers of cinnamon again?”

“Oh, those are in the grey cabinet below the pastry display,” he smiled back, all the while kneading the dough. 

Flashing him an ‘ok’ sign, you headed back to the front of the shop. You hadn’t been working at the Crescent Café very long, but you happened to be a pretty fast learner, according to Jongho; you could make latte art before other trainees could even make a latte. Quickly getting back to work, you served a customer until something caught you eye whilst jotting down an order on your notepad; had the writing been on your wrist all day? It must just be something I wrote down earlier, you thought.

As the sun made its way towards the horizon, you returned to the comfort of your small apartment to freshen up, eat dinner, and momentarily forget your academic responsibilities— homework, ugh-- before heading to school again the next day. You entered you apartment with a relived sigh and threw your keys onto a nearby dresser, mumbling "I'm home" to nobody in particular. Too lazy to go to your room, you simply undressed as you walked towards the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind you. Note to self: clean that up later. 

The moment you stepped into the shower, your shoulders loosened as the hot water washed away your tension. The writing on your wrist caught your eye again. Scrutinizing the messy handwriting, you saw what seemed to be a shopping list. 

“Eggs, lucky charms, and aftershave,” you read aloud. 

Aftershave? I don’t use that. Could it be… you were lost thought, not noticing the warm steam filling the bathroom. You rubbed at your soapy skin frantically in an attempt to wash off the pen, to no avail. Lately, although rarely, you’d started to notice small bruises or random marks on your skin; you’d never seen writing, though. You briefly wondered if there was possibly another person causing this, but you only saw such things in movies or books... right? 

Your heart rate started to pick up, and a heavy sensation built up in your chest. It isn’t possible, it can’t be. The cramped space of your shower started to feel suffocating. Nearly slipping, you jumped out of the shower and dried yourself off. You got dressed in whatever shirt and sweats you found hanging around your bedroom. Was something wrong with you? Am I imagining things? I’m not going crazy, right?  Worrisome thoughts flooded your mind as you spiralled deeper into a panic. Calm down. Don’t skip to conclusions. You threw yourself onto the bed. In and out. It’s that simple, you consoled yourself. Slowly but surely, you felt your heart come to a rest. 

When you lifted your hand up above your head the writing was still there, unchanged. So you weren’t losing your mind. Could somebody else be the cause of this? Was someone else somehow writing on your skin? No, you felt stupid for even considering the thought; otherworldly things like that only happened in comics or movies. Nevertheless, it was the only possibility that made sense to you in the moment. You let your curiosity get the best of you, and paced towards the living room to grab a pen off the coffee table. On your right hand, you simply wrote "Hi," in hopes of eliciting some sort of response.

The following day proved to be a rather sunny, warm Monday, but you had to spend your time in a closed lecture hall. The cold-toned ceiling lights were much too bright for your liking, and the monotonous professor spouted information maybe only a handful of people were genuinely listening to. That morning, you had woken up to find the list on your wrist gone, leaving only your own message from the night before. You started to think you'd really had a hallucination of some sort. 

Half an hour into the lecture, you were already bored out of your mind and absentmindedly sketching intricate doodles on your notebook. I should just give up on biochemistry and become an artist, you mused to yourself. You remained focused on your art, while marks started to take shape on the back of your hand. Your soft eyes widened almost comically at the sight, and you shot a brief look to the people around you to make sure they hadn’t seen anything. Whipping your head back to your hand, you saw that the words stopped writing themselves, leaving a short message saying “Am I going nuts?” 

Wondering the same thing yourself, you jotted down a response below it: “I dunno, you tell me,” followed by a cheeky smiley face. If this really was real, you might as well make a good first impression. 

Weeks trickled into months as you made short exchanges with your newly discovered friend. Some nights you would write “good night” followed by a drawn heart, earning a sweet “sleep well” in return. You would frequently wake up to thoughtful words written on the palm of your hand, or you'd kindly ask your companion how they were doing when you had a quiet day at work. Even so, all you had learned about this person was their name, age, and that they were a student as well. Yunho was a twenty-one-year-old elementary education major with a minor in physiology-- he also worked as a dance teacher on weekends. You still didn’t know much about each other, so the messages never went further than greetings and simple conversations. 

Be that as it may, you liked it like that. Your relationship wasn’t complex; it felt comfortable and pure, and you didn’t want to change it.

Mellow spring afternoons at the café had always been your favourite. The wispy clouds in the sky were painted a buttery yellow by the slowly setting sun, and a steady stream of nearby students stopped by for coffee. Your new friend had sweetly noted "It's golden hour. Made me think of you," on your palm, leaving you in a bubbly mood. You had started your shift by drawing a heart on your wrist, hoping your secret companion would see it. 

You worked by the espresso machine as usual, humming to yourself as always. The bell rang, indicating that customers had arrived; it was a group of what seemed to be three guys and a girl. 

“We’ll be right with you!” you called. You turned towards the kitchen.  “Jongho, can you take their orders?” Silence. “Pretty please? I need to clean up my station.” you persisted. 

“Fine, yeah,” you heard your colleague grumble. 

As you tidied up behind the machine, you felt as though someone was watching you from the counter. You lifted your head curiously, meeting a pair of inquisitive doe eyes coloured a soft hazelnut brown. The warm eyes instantly turned into friendly half-moons as the boy smiled shyly upon being caught staring. You hurried back to cleaning up your station, hoping to hide the pink tint of your cheeks, but the red shade consuming your ears gave you away. 

Jongho handed you the cups for their orders and walked over to the pastry display. You got started on a hot chocolate and three iced americanos, getting back into your “barista brain,” as you liked to call it. After finishing the drinks, you called out "Three iced americanos, a hot chocolate, and two blueberry muffins!” 

You turned around to grab straws, and you overheard one of the guys say “I’ll grab ‘em, you guys can stay here.” You made your way back to the counter, looking up only to be met with the boy from earlier. Butterflies littered your stomach, fluttering up into your chest. “Oh, um, here are some straws,” you smiled gingerly.

“Thanks. Could I please get a sleeve as well?” he asked, “For my hot chocolate.”

“Of course!”

As you handed him the cardboard sleeve, his hands caught your eye. Not only were they the most beautiful hands you'd ever laid eyes on, but the boy had a heart drawn on the valley of skin between his left thumb and wrist, exactly where you had drawn one on your own hand just a while earlier. He seemed to recognize the message on your palm as well; a confused expression ghosted over his face. Gathering all your courage, you nodded towards his hand and did your best to form a coherent sentence. “That’s—”

“Your heart,” he interrupted, “Right?” 

You giggled softly in response, barely containing your excitement.

“Right,” you smiled down at your feet in an attempt to hide the bashful grin that pulled at your lips. A hand popped up in front of you.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. My name’s Yunho-- Oh, but you know that already, don’t you?” Yunho chuckled sheepishly. You looked up and slipped your hand into his, shaking it gently. His hands were warm, fingertips ever so soft.

“Nice to meet you too.”

#kdiner #ateez yunho #jeong yunho #ateez fanfic #yunho #ateez imagines #yunho x reader #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #jeong yunho fanfic #jeong yunho fluff #yunho fluff #kpop #ateez #ateez reactions #choi jongho #ateez jongho #jongho #ateez smut

[christmaximumpunishment]

A Mondo Owada/Kazuichi Soda Fic

Monday: Flowers, Festival, Fireworks

Summary: Mondo has a special plan for the school festival, and only the best mechanic in town can help him.

Kazuichi Soda’s heart sank when he heard some rumbling down the street. He only worked the shop for a few hours after school, but it was always this last hour that had all the worst customers. When he finally saw a Kawasaki motorcycle pull into the shop’s parking lot, he knew he’d landed a last-minute headache. It was mostly the heinous pompadour on the driver. 

Man, ever since I dyed my hair pink I’ve gotten nothing but punks hanging around me at school. Now I gotta deal with em here, too?

Kazuichi grumbled in his head. He’d seen biker gang-types at school before, but he’d done his best to keep his distance. 

People like that...can’t be trusted.

Not wanting to interact any more than necessary, Kazuichi went back to his tinkering and waited for his latest headache to walk into the office next door and order properly. His dad could handle all of the talking. 

Mondo Owada pulled up and parked just outside of the shop. Seeing someone working in the shade of the garage, Mondo took two steps away from his bike before squinting to see inside. He could tell someone was there, but they kept working, instead of greeting him. Instead of looking around for an attendant or sign, Mondo shouted across the parking lot. “HEY ASSHOLE, DOES KAZUICHI SODA WORK HERE?”

Kazuichi jumped at the sudden mention of his name. He started to duck under his work bench, but his hand caught a wrench sitting on top. His head tucked under the top of the bench just in time for the wrench to tip off the edge and onto his head with a light, but dense *thwack.*

"Ow!" whined Kazuichi, standing back up and rubbing his head involuntarily. "Who… who wants to know?"

Mondo had wandered a bit closer by now, and could finally make out the mechanic's face under the shade. "Mondo Owada, and what do you mean who wants to…Oh hey, there you are, you son of a bitch! Pink hair, just like they said," Mondo chuckled. "I've been looking all over for you, you little shit."

Kazuichi picked up his assailant wrench and started fidgeting with some metal pieces strewn about his workspace. He was trying not to make eye contact until he could figure out if he was relieved the larger boy was happy to see him or threatened by his abrasive way of talking. "Look man, I don't know who sent you my way, but my dad handles the orders in the office next door. If you got something you need, take it up with him."

"No man, my business is with you. Special order. My buddies told me no grease monkey in town would take this job, expect you. Sounds to me like you've got what I need. So hear me out, man."

Here we go, another punk buttering me up so he can ask whatever he wants of me. I'll probably say yes too, damn it.

Kazuichi tried to stay focused on the *very important* scraps in front of him. He'd have an easier time keeping his nerve if he didn't look the biker in his eyes. They were...a little distracting. And intense, definitely mostly just intense. "Come on man, not like I don’t have my hands full already, you know?” But the mechanic knew it didn't matter. It’s not like he was going to risk a black eye over one job, and with a sigh, Kazuichi caved. “Alright fine, what do you want? Illegal rewiring or something?"

"No, what? I want rockets on my bike, man."

Kazuichi felt those words fly through his skull and come right out the other side. “Wait, what did you just say,” the boy stammered, barely able to contain his optimism.

“Jesus Christ, I said ‘rockets,’ man. Like fireworks? I’m trying to plan a stunt for fuck’s sake. And I heard you were the guy to go to.”

The young mechanic started seeing stars, and briefly questioned how hard he’d hit his head. “A, a motorcycle stunt?! With fireworks?! That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard of!”

The neat but snaggle-toothed grin from the mechanic gave Mondo a pause, before he shot back with a smile of his own. “Well I’ll be damned, so you do have what I need. With a crazy bastard like you with me, I might just pull this off!”

“Yeah, yeah! I can totally think of some ways to rig up some extra gadgets on that ride. This is gonna be so...what, exactly?” The mental image of the muscular biker riding through the sky with streamers and colored smoke trails had become so vivid in the boy’s mind, he’d almost forgotten how little he knew about this plan he was agreeing to. “Sorry, guess I got a little carried away. What’s this all for?”

“You don’t know, man? We go to the same school right?” Mondo shook his head, then sat in an empty stool across from Kazuichi’s workbench. If he was going to have to explain all this, he was going to be comfy. “It’s for the school’s fireworks event in a few weeks. This dipshit in my class got put in charge of the show this year, but he’s got a giant stick up his ass. Said something about how we couldn’t set off anything that was against school regulations. So I say ‘Fuck that.’ If he’s not going to put on a decent show, I’ll do it my-fucking-self. So, are you going to help me, or am I just wasting my fucking time?”

“Are you kidding me? That sounds awesome! No one’s ever asked me to put rockets on something before. Last time I did that, I got smacked for messing with the school’s field striper.”

“That was you? Oh man, that shit was fucking hilarious! All those assholes in the field, running after it and shit? You’re a fucking genius, you goddamn weasel!”

Kazuichi broke eye contact again. This guy had some nerve bringing up one of his mess-ups like that and being so...nice about it. “Well it wasn’t supposed to do that. Not exactly like that anyway. I wasn’t finished yet, okay!”

“Well, I’ll come by a lot to see how it’s going, so there won’t be any doubt from me on how you’re doing,” Mondo said, getting off of the workshop stool he’d helped himself to.

“What, are you nervous I’m going to mess up your bike or something? I know what I’m doing, man! I’m not just some dipshit, you know!”

“No duh, dipshit,” Mondo retorted as he put his hands on his hips, “you wouldn’t be going near my bike if I didn’t think you knew what you were doing. Why do you think I’m all the way out here, talking to your grease-monkey ass? I’m just pumped up, that's all. Shit’s gonna be awesome, you know?”

Does this guy...believe in me? I haven’t even done anything yet, and he’s already excited for my work?

Kazuichi couldn’t help but second-guess his suspicious first impression of the loud, vulgar boy. He was very used to being asked to make and do all kinds of things. But any time he can remember doing something for his father or ex-best friend, any praise for him came much later, much milder, or not at all. “Yeah, you’re right. You’re right! This is gonna be totally awesome! Leave it to me, Mondo!”

Kazuichi stepped out from behind his workbench and stepped closer to Mondo, offering his hand to the other boy. Mondo reciprocated with a smile, and the two boys shook hands enthusiastically. When they stopped shaking, Mondo said, “I can’t wait to see the look on that asshole’s face when we kick the shit out of his lame-ass fireworks show. You’re gonna come with me and watch, right?”

“Of course! No way I’d miss a stunt like that! I gotta make sure it goes off without a hitch.”

“Alright, it’s a promise then!"

With that Kazuichi slunk behind his table again, ready to resume work. To his surprise, Mondo made himself at home on the same stool, rather than making his way out.

After a brief lull in the conversation, Mondo spoke up. "So...uh… what kind of rockets were you thinking? Cuz I got some guys under me that could get us some pretty crazy shit."

"Yeah, you got it!"

"Oh, uh… I'm not quite sure. Honestly I've got some projects to get to before I can work on your bike. You might wanna bring it by tomorrow. I’ll come up with something by then." Kazuichi was a little nervous to be put on the spot, but he wasn't lying. While much of what he'd been nervously tinkering with was junk, he had a pretty sizable to-do list on his clipboard, and only an hour before he'd be reporting in with his dad.

Mondo scratched at the back of his head and said, with less fire than before, “Yeah alright, I’ll get out of your hair then. I’ll see you tomorrow. This Summer Festival is gonna be fucking awesome though!”

“S-Summer Festival?! Wait, your stunt is for the Summer Festival?” Kazuichi began nervously clawing at his beanie. This new realization might have hit his head harder than the wrench did moments ago. 

“Yeah, no shit man. What other school event would have fucking fireworks at it? You seriously just now put that shit together?”

“I usually skip school events, so I wasn’t really paying attention to the schedule. But I had plans for this one. I was going to ask Miss Sonia to go with me...” He hadn’t thought about her in a little while, but with how busy he was about to be, the thought of asking the Ultimate Princess out seemed more daunting than normal.

Mondo had been chuckling at the mechanic losing his cool over a silly mistake, but he wasn’t laughing at this. “Fuck that, man. You should’ve thought of that before you made a promise to me. Tell your girlfriend you’ll catch up with her later or something, I don’t fucking care.” 

Kazuichi felt all of the anxiety pooling in his stomach rise up at this comment. He snapped back at his new friend, “Miss Sonia’s not my girlfriend, okay?! That festival was gonna be our first date, you know? If she...had time...and wanted to go...with me.”

Kazuichi thought he heard Mondo soften his tone just a little as he scolded back, “Look man, if it means that much to you, fine. Ask this girl out if you think you’ve got a chance... I won’t make you go with me if you don’t want to. But don’t fucking promise that quickly like it’s not a big deal, got it?”

The biker’s words hit surprisingly hard when he lowered his voice. Kazuichi muttered remorsefully, his guilt growing. “Look man, it’s not that I don’t care about giving my word or some shit like that. I just...this could be my big chance! A big festival with an awesome fireworks show *I* helped make? This might finally be my big break! She might actually say ‘yes’ this time!” The mechanic did his best to sound optimistic, but... 

God, it sounds so fuckin’ pathetic when I say it out loud.

But what sympathy Mondo had burned away quickly. He leaned forward in his stool and fired off, incredulously, “what the fuck do you mean, ‘this time?’ You mean you already struck out? How many times have you asked this chick out?”

“I don’t know! You think I’d keep track of something like that? Geez, are you trying to make me depressed?”

“Like hell you don’t know! I’ve struck out the past eight fucking times I asked someone out! But you better believe they were eight different people!” 

...people? What’s this guy implying? And what’s his problem, anyway?

“Look Mondo, I just...only have eyes for Miss Sonia. I haven’t fallen for any other girls...er...people, since I first saw her. And besides, she could change her mind, right? You can’t say she won’t!”

“It doesn’t matter if she changes her mind, you dipshit. If she said ‘no,’ there’s your answer. Fucking done. If she has second-thoughts later, that’s her fucking business. Leave her alone man. Go find someone else.”

That’s it? Just give the fuck up?

The mechanic was indignant. “Hey man, she’s not just some school girl, she’s a fucking princess! I’d never find someone like her if I gave up now!”

“I don’t care if she’s a princess or the goddamn Prime Minister! She’s a girl who’s not. Fucking. Into you. Jesus man, have a little self-respect! You’re the most capable mechanic in this city and you’re a fucking high school student! You’ve got the second-in-command of the largest biker gang in history asking around town for your mom-and-pop bike shop. You’re seriously gonna grovel on the ground like a fucking pig for people that don’t even like you? Do you wanna feel like a useless piece of shit? Because I can stomp you into the fucking ground if that’s how you wanna feel.” Mondo sounded angry now, and a little hurt. But he didn’t move toward the mechanic. He just burned his stare into the other boy’s eyes.

The gangster was more intimidating now than he had been the entire time he’d been in Kazuichi’s garage, but just this once, Kazuichi kept Mondo’s intense stare. He didn’t know what to say right away. 

I just met this guy today, and he’s gonna act like he knows me so well? He’s just another asshole here to kick me while I’m down.

But that feeling didn’t stick. It couldn’t stick. The biker had been loud. He’d been vulgar and aggressive and pushy. But he’d...believed in Kazuichi. Seen him as more than a fuck-up, more than a punk, more than...a pig. 

He said he wants to go with me. When has anyone wanted me around, when nothing else needed to be built? Who else has liked me for what I liked or what I was passionate about?

When he did manage to speak, he finally broke Mondo’s stare and looked down at his tools. “What am I...doing, man? You came into my garage, what, twenty minutes ago? And you can already say shit like that to me? How am I supposed to handle another two weeks of you cutting me to my core like that, huh?”

Mondo was ready to snap back, but the slight vulnerability and joking tone of Kazuichi’s words made him rethink speaking too quickly. But eventually he did speak, and his tone hummed with the smile he was forming. “Well, if you can learn to quit being a dipshit, I’ve got no problem easing off of you. You’ve got a lot of good to you, Kazuichi. When you’re not being a dumbass.”

“Well, you’ve got two weeks to help me work on it. Guess it’ll be payback for this special order of yours. And then...we’ll show that festival what the hell the two of us can do.”

“You got yourself a fucking deal, Soda.”

It was a deal neither boy needed to shake hands on or promise to keep.

#danganronpa #mondo owada #kazuichi soda #mondo x kazuichi #kazuichi x mondo #sdr2 #danganrarepairweek2021 #my writing

[frauleinjustice]

Saiouma Week Day 1: Morning

Hello everyone!! I wanted to write for Day 1 of saioumaweek ( @saiouma-events ): morning/night, specifically for morning! 

Summary: Shuichi normally isn’t awake so early at 6am, but had went to sleep very early last night. Deciding it’d make for a peaceful morning to read outside on a bench, he would also come across Kokichi who spots him. Kokichi himself is awake due to having difficulty sleeping... so Shuichi will help him try to get some sleep. 

Heheh as always, smth short and cute I wanted to do~! And if you give it a read, thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy! ღ

6am... normally, the detective was still asleep at this time. Though: he had fallen asleep much earlier than his usual bedtime, so he woke up very early. He didn't mind it, though: in fact, he even got dressed so he could go outside and take a stroll through campus, eventually stopping at a bench so he could sit down and read. The sky slowly brightens as the sun continues to rise. It made for a very pretty sight, paired with the sound of the birds tweeting in the background and a cool morning breeze sweeping past him. 

As expected, there wasn't really anyone else outside... save for the peculiar sight of Kokichi, who was also up and about this morning. His reason for being awake, though, was because he hadn't slept, barely getting two hours in. His sleeping schedule was never consistent, anyway: sometimes he got a decent amount of rest, and other times, he barely got in a nap's worth of sleep. He was incredibly exhausted and his eyes were baggy, but he gave up trying to go back to sleep after failing to do so multiple times. When he enters the part of campus Shuichi is in, and spots him-"!" He looks surprised, not expecting to see the detective of all people out so early. "Saihara-chan...?" But it was a nice surprise: he always got excited when he spotted Shuichi. He quickly and quietly moves around to behind the bench. Then slowly, he sneaks closer from behind, and... places his hands over Shuichi's eyes. 

"Oh-!" Not having spotted or heard him, Shuichi lets out a surprised gasp when his vision is suddenly blocked. 

"Guess whooo~?"

"!" He was about to ask who it was, but once Kokichi spoke and he recognized his voice, a smile now appeared on his face. Giggling, he answers: "If I had to guess... Ouma-kun?"

"Ding ding ding!" He snickers, moving his hands away before he wraps his arms around Shuichi's neck, nuzzling their cheeks together. "Saihara-chan!!"

"Ouma-kun!" He smiles brightly, nuzzling their cheeks together as well before he looks towards him. "Good morning! I didn't expect to see you out here: enjoying a morning stroll, too?"

"I could say the same thing for you! And in actuality, I was contemplating which facility I should take over and make my secret base, next. Perhaps if Saihara-chan joins my organization, I'll take over his favorite library so he can have allll the books he wants..."

"Aww, Ouma-kun... how sweet of you." Then an amused smile creeps onto his face. "But no."

"Ah! Rude!!" He playfully pouts, jabbing his finger into the laughing Shuichi's cheek before he starts laughing with him. Whenever Shuichi was playful with him like this and laughed as if he was having fun: Kokichi adored it. He adored many things about his beloved detective. "Anywaaay.. why are you up so early, Saihara-chan? Were you up all night reading again?"

"N-No! It's just... I fell asleep way earlier than my bedtime, so I ended up waking up at like 5:30am, a-ahaha... and since I didn't feel tired enough to head back to sleep, I thought it'd be nice to come out here. The sky looks so pretty at this hour..."

"I see, I see... cause if Shumai pulled another all night, I'd have to roast his books over a fire!"

"I-It's always an accident when it happens, I swear!" He whines, before a worried expression appears on his face.. "A-Anyway… did you not get any sleep last night, Ouma-kun? Your eyes have bags under them... is everything alright? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Jeeez... Saihara-chan worries too much. I'm just way too busy for sleep, is all!" He didn't want to tell Shuichi that it was simply trouble sleeping, as he didn't want to worry him even more than he already was. 

"B-But..." Shuichi knows it has to be more than that, which only makes him worry worse. "Still! You should get some sleep... hmm..." He thinks for a moment... before he pats his lap. "H...Here. You can lay your head on my nap and rest."

"I told youuu, I’m...huh?" Just as he was about to insist once more he doesn't need to keep worrying, the sudden offer catches him off guard. "Saihara-chan wants me to... lay my head on his lap?"

"Y-Yeah, well: if you want, that is. Even if it's only 30 minutes of sleep.. something is better than nothing. And... I wouldn't mind it..." 

".................." He doesn't respond right away. Not that he's deciding if he wants to or not: he very much would love to. But the thought of laying on Shuichi's lap... he hopes the blush that slowly creeps onto his face won't be too notable. "F...Fine. Only so I won't hear you keep nagging at me." Is the convenient excuse he gives, before laying his body onto the bench and lays his head on Shuichi’s lap.

Shuichi feels his heart thump in his chest once Kokichi's laying on his lap, still surprised he was even bold enough to suggest that. He knows he could've suggested he should just go back to his own bed to sleep, but he... wanted to take that risk and ask of this: he's glad he did. Having the person he's secretly in love with, resting on his lap... it's something he'd love to experience. "A...Are you comfy?"

"Hmm...nope! This is the worst pillow ever!" But then a big, bright smile appears on his face. "But that's a lie! Saihara-chan's lap is... passable enough."

"G-Geez... never a straight answer with you, huh?" He chuckles, smiling down at him so warmly. 

"Nishishi...." Shuichi looking down at him with such a smile, highlighted by the bright sunlight... it made the blush on his cheeks darken, and his smile shift into a more natural, genuine one. He always found the detective so pretty; but especially right now. "Shumai’s got such a pretty smile..." He mumbles quietly, nuzzling part of his face in Shuichi’s stomach with a giggle. "And if I'm napping on my beloved detective's nap... then maybe I'll look forward to sleeping."

“A...Ah… e-ehehe…” His own cheeks turn a darker shade of red as well, the look in his eyes looking warmer and more loving.” Th...Thank you…. And I’m happy to hear that, Ouma-kun. You deserve a good rest.” His hand hesitates for a moment… but then he slowly brings it up towards Kokichi’s head, so he can start gently combing it through his hair. If Kokichi didn’t like the gesture, he’d stop: but hearing a content sigh leave him instead, and even nuzzling his head more against Shuichi’s hand… makes him softly  giggle as he continues the gesture.  “Have a nice nap now, okay…?”

“Aye!” Once he’s extra comfy on his lap, he nuzzles his face against his stomach some more before slowly drifting off to sleep. Shuichi continues stroking his hair while reading with his other hand, occasionally glancing down at him. He looked so peaceful and content as he slept… the first time in a long while sleep felt this nice. 

“...Never thought someone as normally eccentric and boisterous as him, could have such an adorable sleeping face…” He whispers to himself, giggling. He was happy he could help Kokichi finally get some sleep.

It’s around two hours later when Kokichi wakes up. “Mmnngh…” He wipes the small drool lazily with his sleeve, eyes squinting when the sunlight hits them… and instead of rising back up: he wraps  his arms around Shuichi’s face, burying his face in his stomach once more while sleepily mumbling incoherent babbles. He doesn’t want to get up yet.

“Oh…!” That whole while, Shuichi had still been reading. His legs did become a bit numb overtime, but he didn’t mind it: he wouldn’t move until Kokichi was awake. He looks down at him when he feels him move around, chuckling as he gives his cheek a small poke. “Hellooo, Ouma-kuuun… did you have a nice sleep?”

“Mraaah…” He snickers at the cheek poke, eventually raising his head back up and slowly rises, yawning with a nod. “Yeah… I did. I didn’t wanna wake up yet, though: Shumai’s so comfyyy…” Once he’s sitting next to him again, he leans his head against his shoulder. “Zzz…nishishi...” 

“You’re so silly…” He giggles, giving his hair a soft ruffle. “But I’m glad. Still take it  easy for today, though, okay?”

“Hmm….” He looks up at him with a mischievous smile. “Only if I can have Saihara-chan to myself for the rest of the day! He’s gonna make us breakfast while I invade his dorm room!”

“S-So it’s already been determined, huh… well, not that I mind: sure. Let’s hang out in my room today!” Classes weren’t mandatory, anyway: he figures it wouldn’t hurt to miss a day, spending it with Kokichi.

“Yaaaay~!” Kokichi glomps him down in a big hug. “Saihara-chan’s the best!” He wraps his arms around him and starts cuddling him, giggling happily… before he leans in to plant a soft kiss to his cheek. “Because my beloved made me have such a great sleep on his lap…”

“W-Woah-!” His book flew out of his hand from the impact of being glomped down, laughing happily. “A-Ahaha! Yes, yes, we’ll have fun today!” The kiss to his cheek, though, makes a surprised gasp leave him. “!” His cheeks turn a light pink and his heart flutters happily… before he gives a fluffy smile and nods. “N… No problem…” Shuichi slowly wraps his arms around him in turn to cuddle him back. “I’ll happily let you sleep on my lap, anytime…” And shyly leans in to give his forehead a soft peck.

“N...Nishishi….” He buries his face in Shuichi’s chest for a moment, feeling his heart bouncing around from the peck to his forehead, and being cuddled up in his arms like this. He’s so happy, it’s nearly overwhelming. “...Thank you, Saihara-chan. I’d love that.. Now-!” His cheeks still a burning red, Kokichi lets go of him and hops off, holding his hands out with the brightest, beaming smile. “Let’s eat, let’s eaaat! And then have lotsa fun!”

“H-Hehe, yes!” Shuichi grabs both of Kokichi’s hands once he sits back up, so that he can yank the detective up to his feet. “I’ll make us something nice… and then we’ll have a lazy day together…” Grabbing his book, Shuichi begins walking alongside Kokichi as they talk about whatever. To think this all happened, because Shuichi just happened to be out here this early like Kokichi… now, he determines having accidentally slept in so early last night was a very happy accident: one he would not mind at all happening, again.

#saioumaweek2020 #Shuichi Saihara #Kokichi Ouma #saiouma #danganronpa v3 #Kay's writings

[byeoltoyuki]

A place only we know ⇾ Lee Taemin

⇨ Since I’ve lost everything I’m reposting…

↳Pairing : You x Taemin

Genre : Fluff / Tiny Angst 

Words: +6k

Summary : Two strangers waiting for their plane.

11PM, Amsterdam

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may we have your attention please. Due to the extremely violent storm outside, the flight Amsterdam to Seoul number 4593 is delayed."

The rest of the announcement could not reach your ears since most of the passengers around you groaned in frustration, cursing at the poor employees who could do nothing with this weather. But people, nowadays, tended to be rude and did not care about others. You, however, only sighed, there was nothing you could do except wander around the airport to busy yourself -and grabbing something to eat seemed at the moment to be a rather tempting idea.

You adjusted your backpack before getting away from the crowd and leaving the Gate 77 that was supposed to bring you to your plane, to your so exciting trip. I'd rather arrive alive in Seoul though. You cheered yourself with this thought and crossed the long windowed hall. A rather brutal lightning hit the ground somewhere outside, illuminating the dark sky into different shades of pink. It was fascinating and somehow very scary. You were almost glad to be on the ground and not anywhere near the sky.

Despite the darkness of the night, the runway and its surroundings was perfectly illuminated which helped you to see the damages caused by the storm. The wind was howling, strong, knocking everything and everyone off, making the work of hundreds of men almost impossible. You felt bad for them, seeing how they struggled to even stand against the wind. No doubt, you were better inside then in the air.

By the time you reached the closest café, there was no place left to your dismay. It seemed like in the end all planes were delayed which meant only more people to roam around the airport and of course around cafés and restaurants. Your hopes of finding a comfy place with a nice hot chocolate with some brownies seemed suddenly to be a far away dream. But you did not give up. Not yet at least. If you could not have a place to drink peacefully and comfortably, you still could buy the drink and bring it with you. Still better than spend the rest of the night without food. Your stomach rumbled, agreeing with you.

While waiting in the line, you took your phone off your pocket, remembering that it was finally time to warn your friend about the delay so she would not wait for you in Seoul for nothing.

"Hey girl! Seems like the universe is against us. My flight is delayed. There's a huge storm in Amsterdam. Hopefully it will calm down soon but it's hard to tell. I'll text you again when I'll have more info ok? Good night -or is it a good day for you?"  Before you could finish your message, your head crashed right into someone's back -by the size and firmness of it you guessed it was a man.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" You apologized quickly and put your phone back in your pocket

The man before you only laughed and shook his head. He did not look at you, but just from behind he looked already interesting. The first thing you noticed was the light perfume surrounding him, a mix of something sweet and yet minty. You almost leaned closer -but refrained yourself, not wanting to look like a creep. Then, you noticed that he was a little taller than you, with fluffy hair, and his fashion was definitely on point. Now I want to see his face. I bet he's handsome.

"One medium cappuccino please." His voice was not the deepest you had ever met but was pleasing to your ears and somehow terribly familiar.

Too familiar.

"Miss?" The waiter brought you back from your little world, you have not noticed it was already your turn.

You glanced quickly to the side, wishing to have a glimpse of the man but all you could see was his back and his coat. Defeated, you looked back at the waiter and gave him a tired smile. "I'll go for a hot chocolate please."

12PM

It was only one hour after the announcement but you had lost all hope for your plane to take off for tonight. The storm was still raging outside and you bet it would not die down for at least another hour or so. By now, some of the airport agents started giving blankets to passengers who -like you- had no other choice but stay at the airport. You were one of the lucky one who received a warm blanket.

You found yourself a quiet little place, covering your legs with the blanket, you checked your phone for some messages -you had none. There was little you could to busy yourself and there was no way you could sleep in such an uncomfortable position. This is going to be a hella long night.

Barely ten minutes later a man sat beside you. At first, you did not pay any attention to him. It did not last. Especially when he kept fidgeting in his place -which honestly slightly annoyed you. You raised your head, ready to give him a stink-eye but all your intention went through the window when your eyes laid on him. It was not just any man.

Lee Taemin was sitting beside you. The same Lee Taemin that you had been going crazy over. The same man you had been admiring for a while. It seemed unreal and you wished you could slap yourself -but did not want to look weird.

Sensing that someone was staring, Taemin looked your way.

"Oh! It's you! The girl from the café." Taemin smiled widely, forgetting all about his phone, almost feeling comforted to finally see a familiar face in a place where everything was absolutely foreign to him.

You tried desperately to keep your face straight, you did not want to look too obvious and did not want him to feel unease, but his smile was so stupidly contagious, you could not help but smile back, bringing your hand to cover your mouth.

"Sorry about that." You managed to say, your voice a little shaky and you hoped he would put it on the count of your shyness. "Is your flight delayed too?"

It was a stupid question since you knew already the answer. Of course his plane was delayed, just like yours since your destination was the same, but you could not let him know that, could you now.

"Sadly yes. I guess we're all in the same boat." He sighed and readjusted his coat around his body.

You felt bad for him. You had no idea whenever Amsterdam was just a mere stop in his flight or if he had actually spent some times here, nevertheless he looked absolutely drained and cold. You glanced at your blanket and wondered for a second if it would be considered inappropriate to share it with him. You bit your lips, hesitating for a moment but then you decided that you had nothing to lose and all to gain.

"Would you like some of my blanket? It's big enough for two people, I don't mind sharing it." This time, your voice actually cracked, showing just how nervous you were at the idea of offending him -you really did not want to bother him.

Taemin looked taken aback by your suggestion. His eyes darted back and forth between you and the blanket, his silence making you sick to the stomach. Under the blanket, you curled your hand into a fist, your knuckles turning white under the strength. But then, Taemin gave you sheepish smile and rubbed his neck almost nervously.

"Are you sure it won't bother you?"

"Depends." You started, hesitating for a second if you should be honest with but then you realized that there was no use to lie. "Would it bother you if I say I know who you are?"

Taemin had probably expected something along the line of 'We don't know each other, is it really fine?' Or 'What if I'm some kind of psycho?' But he did not expect you to be so honest, so sincere with him. He blushed at your words, honored that a foreigner would actually recognize him and at the same time he could not help but feel shy -his cheeks slowly gaining a nice tint of pink. He looked absolutely adorable and you wanted nothing more but cover him with your blanket and make him comfortable.

And it was exactly what you did.

No answer from him meant it was not a refusal -he did not say yes either but you took the risk. You moved closer to him, taking place at the empty seat beside him and threw the blanket over both of your legs, adjusting it so it would cover up to your waist. Once done, you looked at him and gave him a shy smile -you felt suddenly insecure and shy but you tried not to show it.

"Thank you." Taemin finally said

You were awfully aware of how close he actually was to you, when you felt him relax, his leg lightly pushing yours. For a moment, you forgot how to breath, unable to think properly, unable to move or to react. Were you having a small mental breakdown?

Definitely. But it was worth it.

After that, none of you really spoke. Taemin, probably because he was still -he could not help it, a little wary of you while you, on the other hand, was simply too embarrassed, too shy to even think about striking up a conversation with him. In silence, both of you busied yourself with your phones. You had your eyes pinned on your phone, refusing to even peek a little at what he was doing but it did not last.

"Shit." Taemin suddenly said, making you glance his way, only to see that his screen was about to turn off, running out of battery. He stared, face going blank, at his phone, considering his options.

Your body reacted way before your brain. You took off the external battery that you would always carry around just in case you would run out of battery, never would you have guessed that it would come to use and you blessed whoever inspired you to buy this heavy thing. You handed it to him, startling him. Taemin looked at the battery, his brain seemed to have a hard time to comprehend what the object was, until he raised his head to look at you.

"You're running low on battery, don't you?" You explained, trying to control your face. "I don't need it."

Taemin hesitated for another solid five seconds before accepting your help. He quickly connect his phone to the battery before putting everything back in his bag, surprising you at the same time. But it was not the only thing that took you aback. Once Taemin had gathered all his belonging, he stood up and stretched out his hand in your direction, a huge smile on his face. "I'll take the risk."

"What?" You asked dumbfounded, staring at his outstretched hand. Taemin only chuckled at your confusion and moved his hand to encourage you to grab his hand. He confused you to no end but you decided just to trust him. You grabbed his hand, your grip strong, as he pulled you from your seat, making you stumble a little, but his other hand circled your body and steadied you.

"So. How about we grab some snacks? I don't know about you but I'm kinda hungry and I think the night is going to be long." Taemin suggested

And you could only agree.

****

You expected to go the closest store and buy maybe some sandwiches and drinks, the healthiest food you could possibly find so late at night. But the reality happened to be a little different. The moment you got inside a store, Taemin grabbed a small basket, smiled wickedly at you before starting to grab everything that caught his eyes.

"What do you like?" He asked without looking at you, his eyes wandering around the different shelves.

You took a moment to think about what exactly you wanted to eat and Taemin mindlessly took a bag of maltesers which made you frown at him. What did he exactly have in mind? You wondered.

"I'll go for crisps." And you grabbed a bag of roast chicken crisps followed by another one but the bacon one. Taemin glanced at your choice of crisps, smiling cutely at you, his eyes shining with mischief before he grabbed two more bags and put them in his basket. "Taemin!"

"What?" He blinked innocently before turning his back on you and chuckling, amused with your reaction.

"Are you even going to eat all of them?" You laughed but shook your head in disapproval.

"You'd be surprised by how much I can actually eat of those." He glanced your way before throwing  three chocolate bars in his basket -and you judged him silently for that.

You considered your options as you followed him silently through the rows, your conscience telling you to be reasonable when you just wanted to follow his example. You glanced back at the two bags of crisps in your arms and gave in. Who cared? Once in a while you could spoil yourself.

Especially tonight.

So you grabbed everything that tempted you. By the end of your stroll you halted at the shelves with dried fruits.

"Really?" Taemin's voice echoed from behind you, too close, you could almost feel his body against your back.

"What. Just for good conscience." You tried to defend yourself.

Taemin laughed at that. "Sure. Now that's something you know you won't eat."

You grabbed a bag nevertheless and then turned around to face him, making sure to look very adult like by sticking your tongue out.

Very adult of you, indeed.

What Taemin did next took you completely off guard; he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pull you along with him to the cashier. You did not mind him being touchy -who in the right mind would push him away anyway, but it surprised you. Should he not be wary around you?

"I'll take the risk." His words replayed in your mind.

Taemin trusted you for tonight. Trusted you that whatever happened tonight would stay only between the two of you.

Suddenly, you did not mind the delay, because spending a night with such a nice company was worth it.

****

By the time you got back from your little walk, all the seats were taken. The storm had not died down, if possible it worsened and by now all flights were cancelled till at least the morning, forcing people to stay inside the airport for most. You exchanged a quick glance with Taemin, the same thought crossed your mind 'what are we supposed to do now?'.

An agent approached you and handed two more blankets for you, apologizing profusely for the inconvenience, almost making you feel bad for him. Taemin seemed to be thinking the same as you heard a small 'it's ok' escaping his lips.

"Told you. The night is going to be long." Taemin sighed in defeat, his eyes scanning the place, stopping at a corner by the window. "I guess we're going to sit on the floor."

It was definitely not the best condition ever but at least you had blankets and snacks to distract yourselves from your situation.

Taemin laid the first blanket on the cold floor before plopping down and patting the empty spot beside him. The blanket was short which left almost no space between your bodies. You took a deep breath and joined him on the floor, recovering both of your bodies with the second blanket. Taemin took the chance to take from the bag all the snacks and put in between you.

"Okay, so since I won't probably fall asleep at all in these conditions." You started talking as you grabbed a crisps from the bag resting on your laps. "Let's pretend for few hours that I don't know who you are. We're perfect strangers. Two young people who happened to meet in a rainy day."

Taemin's eyes lightened, shining brightly and looked thrilled with your proposition. He shifted on his place and turned to have a better look on you. "Sounds interesting to me."

"Okay." You whispered, losing yourself just a little in his eyes.

"Hi, I'm Taemin and I'm stuck in Amsterdam for a few more hours. What's about you?" Taemin was the first to react, surprising you once again tonight.

"I'm Y/N. Amsterdam is just a stop for me before my final destination."

"Which is?"

"Seoul."

Taemin's eyes widened in shock, astonished, before coughing awkwardly. "Really?"

"Yeah. My friend landed there two days ago and is waiting for me." You explained

"Your first time in Korea, I presume?"

"Yes."

"Where are you from then?"

"Currently I'd say from a country where tea rules people's lives. And the art of tea making is as big as a religion. Milk first or tea first? Important question. Otherwise I come from the country of love."

Taemin burst into laughter at your description of two countries that meant a lot to you. "That's so enigmatic."

"I'm from France and I'm working in England." You chuckled along with him

"Now, that's interesting."

"Not as much as you think." You grabbed another crisps before moving the bag closer to Taemin suggesting for him to try. Then, an idea crossed your mind. It was late and you were actually too lazy to think of proper questions to ask but internet existed and happened to be your best friend. Quickly, you took your phone and searched for 'best questions to get to know someone'. Perfect for your occasion. "So. I found this website with questions to get to know each other. Let's play?"

"I'm in." Taemin hurried to answer and leaner closer to you, his arm touching yours, to get a better look at the questions on your phone.

"Ok. What's your favorite color?"

"White."

"So random." You commented. "Mine is red. A deep ruby red, almost a wine color but with less brown."

"Favorite drink?" Taemin read the next question and you noticed how closer he got. By now his arm was completely pressed against yours and his warm breath tickled your cheek.

How the hell am I supposed to concentrate?! From outside you managed to control your face. From inside? You were losing it.

"Peach ice tea."

"Any kind of juice."

"Favorite movie?"

"Good question. Any kind of horror movies? I did like The Conjuring though."

Your face paled at the mention of horror movies. Some plots were definitely interesting and you wished you could watch them but you were a scaredy cat and would die while watching any of those movies. Taemin, however, noticed the change in your expression and giggled at your look.

"I guess someone's not very fond of horror movies?"

"If you ever decide to kill me, you can make me watch a horror movie."

"Noted. But hopefully it will never come to this point. What's yours?"

"Depends the mood I am in! I love the Shawshank Redemption but I blame Morgan Freeman's voice. Otherwise I love Kingsman, such good fun. And Colin Firth. Oops." You bit your lips to prevent yourself from rambling, it was too tempting and you could not help it whenever you talked about something you liked.

"Favorite song?"

"It's-" You wanted to answer 'Move' but then, for once, you managed to stop yourself before spitting something you could probably regret later. You looked at Taemin only to find him staring at you with expecting eyes, almost as if he knew what you were about to say. You took a deep breath before giving in. "Move."

"Is it?" Taemin smiled fondly at you, no trace of discomfort or annoyance. Quite the opposite. "I don't really have a favorite song. I guess it all depends on my mood?"

"Fair enough. Favorite book?"

"One piece." He answered without a blink and you judged him hard for his choice. "What, it's a book too."

"Sure. Should I then adapt the question? What's your favorite manga?"

"And you know already the answer."

"I do. I haven't read mangas in ages but my favorite one is definitely Fushigi Yugi."

"Oh. Had a little crush on Tamahome?" Taemin teased, a smirk plastered on his face

"Of course! He's hot and strong."

"I prefer Tasuki. He's funnier."

"But not as strong as Tamahome!"

"Fine. Tamahome is the best!" Taemin laughed and raised his arms in defeat.

Maybe you were ready to fight him for the sake of your favorite manga ever.

"Favorite season?" You asked

"Winter."

"But it's so cold!" You whined in reply "And everything is dead."

"Maybe, but then when there's snow everything is white and beautiful!"

You could not disagree with his reasoning except you still hated winter. "It's still too cold."

"Seeing how you dislike cold, would your favorite season be summer?" Taemin teased back and gently shoved you with his arm.

"Aha!" You exclaimed. "No. Spring is actually my favorite. I love the sun coming back, nature coming back to life and the smells! First time you can smell freshly cut grass after a long time is in spring. And all the birds singing? It just puts me in such a happy mood."

Taemin hummed in agreement. "Can't fight you on that one." He smiled fondly at you before scrolling down looking for another question. "Are you usually early or late?" Taemin winced at the question knowing beforehand what he would answer. "I'm definitely the type to be late."

"It depends for me. My friends would probably say late. With reason." You paused thinking deeply about how you could defend yourself -not like you needed but seeing Taemin covering his smile with his hand was enough to fire you up. "Ok I know now. I would be early at first, and then when I am comfortable enough with someone, I would tend to be slightly late here and there." As you finished talking Taemin could not hold any longer his laughter, making you frown in disapproval before adding "It's a proof of love?"

"Oh is it?" He teased back

"Then what's your excuse for being late?!" You were holding back from sticking your tongue out once again, it was childish and petty but it was just so tempting and he was not helping.

"I always end up getting lost or would forget my stuff so I have to get back home for it." Taemin explained

"I prefer my explanation."

Taemin chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"A word you use all the time?" You asked, changing the subject.

"Shit."

"Putain. Yes I am rude." You only smiled without translating the word, you did not need to, your voice, the intonation was enough for him to guess what kind of word it was.

"What takes up too much of your time?"

"Getting up in the morning." You admitted with a sigh. You did not think it was such a big deal and you did not think you were that terrible either but some would without doubt disagree with you on that matter. "Or cooking. I don't like cooking. I prefer eating."

"I can only agree with you on that one." Taemin eagerly approved. "Actually, my answer is identical to yours. I'm terrible at getting up in the morning. And I'm slow getting ready since I seem to always look everywhere for my belongings."

"So we're team late." You joked and Taemin nodded in approval. "How do you relax after a hard day of work?"

"Netflix." Taemin answered without a single moment of hesitation and you could only chuckle.

"Netflix is our savior." You completely approved of his choice. "I watch my series after a hard day at work. Eat some snacks and maybe play video games."

"Then, what are the small things that make your day better?" Taemin asked almost immediately

Your thought about it for a while, there were actually many things that made your day better and somehow it always involved the one you loved. A fond smile grew on your lips as you answered him. "A nice text from someone. An unexpected picture of my nieces. Lots of things can make me happy, but small things are the best."

"I was about to answer 'food' but you sounded so serious and sincere, my answer seems lame as hell now in comparaison." Taemin smiled sheepishly at you and you swore you noticed a trace of pink on his cheeks.

Is he actually blushing? You wondered.

"Food is good too though." You added and grabbed a malteser from his bag, making his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips and you almost gulped nervously. You lowered your head, eyes on your phone as you look for another question. "What's something you're self-conscious about?"

"My appearance." Taemin admitted after a moment of thinking. You looked at him, taken aback that someone like Taemin could actually feel self-conscious about his body, it did not make much sense to you.

"My chin." You decided to answer without commenting his own weakness, pretty sure that he did not want to linger on this subject. "What's the best think about you?"

"My flexibility?" Taemin

"My character. I am friendly and lovable."

"Are you?" Taemin teased back

"Yes I am, mister!" You elbowed him without hesitation and Taemin could only laugh in reply, unfazed. You pouted silently, wanting him to feel guilty -not like it worked. You ended up scrolling again through the questions and stopping at one. "What risks are worth taking?"

Taemin took his time to answer that one, he hummed looking absently through the window, another lightning illuminated the sky. You wondered what was Taemin possibly thinking about until he turned his head back to you and looked straight into your eyes, a small smile stretched on his lips. "Spending a night at the airport with a nice young woman."

Your whole body froze at his words, breathing becoming almost impossible but then his words hit you hard and their meaning making your heart beat fast. Slowly, you turned your head to face him, to see what kind of face he was making. Maybe he was just messing with you because he knew you cared, but the reality was so much more interesting. The brightness of his eyes showed how genuine he was with his answer, no malice, no mocking, just pure fondness. What exactly were you supposed to tell him after that? You could not find your words and Taemin seemed to have mercy on you by choosing another question. "What gets you fired up?"

You blinked few times, thanking him silently for saving you from a very awkward moment. You shook your head to get rid of any awkward thoughts and pondered on the question. "Good music in the car. Definitely."

"Jamming hard to some good music in the car, yeah I agree on that one." Taemin approved

You halted at a question on your phone. It was a rather different, unique question compared to the previous one. 'oh' escaped your lips before you could even realize what was going on. Taemin leaned closer to peek at your phone to read the question aloud. "What's the title of the current chapter of your life? Nice one."

You nodded and thought about your life. "It would be something along 'Left and Right, take the right direction.'"

******

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the trafic is slowly returning to normal. Please check the departure board to know when is your flight and at which gate you are expected. Thank you for your patience and comprehension."

The announcement woke you up instantly. It took you about two minutes to remember where you were and why your body was so sore. Taemin shifted by your side, his arm tightening around yours and his head nudge gently against your jaw. Your body tensed, remembering the night, remembering the fact that you had befriended Lee Taemin. You knew it was a dangerous game but it was worth the risk. He was worth the risk. The admiration for him grew after the night of talking. Not only was this man talented, but he was also a genuine sweet, funny and interesting person.

You wished you could stay longer like this, far from your lives, from the reality. Sadly, it was not a movie and goods things had an end. You took a deep breath, trying to find the courage to wake up the sleeping man -it was harder than you thought. You patted gently his arm, shaking him but it did not have a huge effect on him, instead he only groaned and tightened his grip around your arm. You bit your lips, preventing a squeal. Why must he be so damn adorable?!  

"Taemin." You shook his arm. "You need to wake up." He opened one eye to peek at you before shooting back his eye and pressing himself harder against you. "Oh come on! You're not a kid. We need to go."

"Don't want to."

"And here I thought I was the one with difficulties to wake up in the morning."

"If I wake up, it will mark the end of a very nice dream." He whispered

I know. You wanted to say but it would mean giving in and making things even harder for both of you -and especially you. Nevertheless, you allowed yourself to be genuine with him. You unwrapped his arm from yours causing another groan from him, but then you raised, shakily, your hand, reaching for his cheek that you stroke gently. "You know that it's time." Against the odd, Taemin opened his eyes only to stare at you intensely, almost making you feel in wrong and shy, however he leaned into your touch, pressing his cheek harder against the palm of your hand. It was such an intimate gesture but you could not stop yourself, you could not take your hand away from his face and you did not want to seeing how his eyes were glued to yours.

"The flight number KE926 Seoul Incheon…"

You could not concentrate on the announcement, your heart hurting in your chest as Taemin let finally go of you. He, too, knew it was time to wake up from this dream and go back to reality.

Unwillingly you gathered all your belongings, folding the blankets before putting them away with the others. Your hand clenched hard around the strap of your bag as you found the courage to face Taemin one last time. He stood just before you, looking just as tired and sad -you almost refused to believe it but it was hard to ignore the glint in his eyes.

"I guess our paths part here." You said, your voice low and shaky

"It does, doesn't it?"

No matter how rational you wanted to be, you could not fight back the lump in your throat, you felt completely overwhelmed with those unwelcome feelings and fighting them seemed to be an impossible mission. Hesitantly you stretched out your hand for one last hand shake.

"It was a pleasure to meet you." You whispered. "Thank you for your company." And you wanted to add 'And for the unforgettable memories.' But you could not find the courage tu utter those words.

"Likewise." He shook your hand, the shake firm yet the warmth of his hand made your heart swell with fondness.

For a while you simply stared at each other, without breaking contact, without letting go of each other until you made the first move -the tension got just unbearable for you, you had to let go first. So you did.

"Goodbye."

****

"Ladies and Gentlemen. It's currently 4pm local time. Welcome to Seoul Incheon."

After hours and hours of struggle you finally managed to reach your final destination. Without a doubt the memories of this trip would forever stay in your  head. From the moment Taemin left, you had to wait for the second plane for Seoul, you were not lucky enough but it did not matter, at least you had time for yourself, to calm down and regain your composure.

"Y/N!" A very familiar voice yelled your name as you exited the customs, pulling your suitcase tiredly behind you. Despite all the unfamiliar faces, it did not take you long to find the source of the voice, quickly you spotted your friend, Minhee, who kept waving happily at you. And just like that, you forgot all about your exhaustion, all about your sadness and instead a smile grew on your lips and you almost run to join her, jumping at her for a tight hug.

"I'm finally here." You muttered, your eyes wandering all around the place. Incheon was like any other airport but it felt difference.

"I can't even start imagining how awful your night was! I got worried for a while." Minhee hurried to say as she took your suitcase from your hand. "Let me carry that, I'm sure you're tired."

You were about to answer that you were fine but then your eyes caught sight of a billboard with a very familiar face. You could not recall Taemin doing any kind of advertising but then again you were not the kind to follow those stuff.

"It wasn't as bad as you think." You simply replied without looking at her.

No indeed, it was not that bad.

*****

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how badly would you love me if I tell you that somehow I managed to get us ticket for a rather private Taemin's concert? And they even organize a kind of fansign?" Minhee plopped down beside you on the bed, disturbing your peaceful resting.

"I'll probably love you forever." You smiled and poked her side.

"Well. Forever is long so you better stick to your words." She warned you as she took off two tickets from her pocket, grinning widely as your eyes widened in disbelief. And here you thought she was just joking around.

"How." Was the only thing you managed to say.

"I'm just that good."

That she was.

*****

Seventy two hours ago, it would not have been a problem to go to Taemin's concert. Seventy two hours ago, you would not have been stressed over seeing him on stage and even less facing him at a fansign. But then, things were completely different. You kept thinking about him, about that night at the airport and about the concert. 'How will he react?' 'What if he ignores me?' So many questions haunted your head and you felt sick to the stomach.

But here you were, waiting for your turn to approach him, surrounded by many other fans and your heart refused to calm down, it kept

The concert ended in a blink of an eye. Through the whole show your eyes were fixed on his face; he looked tired, obviously the traces of the trip still lingered and going back to work so soon did not help. You felt bad for him and wished he could have just stayed home and rested as much as he needed. That of course was impossible since he was an idol.

You tilted your head to the side to have a better view of him, lining up with others fans. There were around ten people before you and the pressure kept building up. It should have not been so nerve wracking for you to face him, but you could not help yourself. He was not just an idol anymore.

Sensing your distress, your friend circled her arm around yours, resting her head against your shoulder, eyes glued to the small stage where Taemin was.

"Relax." Minhee whispered and gave your arm a small comforting squeeze. "Worst case scenario he will pretend like nothing had happened. Best scenario? He will recognize you and talk to you. You have nothing to lose." You knew she was right but it did not ease your mind.

"Next." You heard one of the security agent announcing.

Nine more girls and then it was your turn.

You closed your eyes, your fingers automatically clenched around your friend's arm as you took a deep breath. Then, an idea crossed your mind and your eyes snapped open, you looked at your friend. "Do you have a pen?"

She looked at you puzzled, nevertheless she took a pen and a piece of paper -somehow she just knew what exactly you needed. You quickly scribbled on the paper before giving the pen back to Minhee. She looked curiously at you, slowly dying to ask you what was this all about but all you gave her was an enigmatic smile and a playful wink.  

Your eyes darted back at the folded piece of paper in your hand, squeezing it hard. It was a silly idea but you never got his answer at that question after all.

"Miss. Your turn." The agent spoke to you

It was now or never.

You gathered all your courage and took a step closer to the stage. You could do it. You peeked behind you at Minhee who gave you a thumbs up, a proud smile plastered on her face. You could do it.

As you got closer, Taemin still had not seen you, he was talking with a woman from his staff and it was fine by you. Quietly, you approached the table and handed him your album and on top of it was the piece of paper. Automatically, Taemin read the notes, his eyes going wide.

"What's the title of the current chapter of your life?"

He snapped his head to look at you, his eyes going even wider -if it was possible-, surprise, shock, relief, happiness, all those feelings crossed his face causing your grin to widen.

"Hi." Your voice came out too low but Taemin, of course, had heard you.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something and anything would have been fine by you, but his voice got stuck in his throat and instead he looked back at the piece of paper in his hand. He quickly wrote on it before simply handing it back to you. And yet when you grabbed the other side of the paper, he did not let go and instead stare into your eyes. You got completely lost in them while your treacherous heart started racing, pounding harding hard against your ribs.

Taemin smiled and let go without a word, silently encouraging you to read his answer.

So you did.

"Crushing for a stranger."

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paris in the rain (when i'm with you) (Branjie) - ohhthereuare

AN: Rainy days and comfy clothes. Brooke and Vanessa just being happy and soft.

Inspired by the song “Paris In The Rain” by Lauv which became my official branjie song

This is me getting emotional over B looking soft in her comfy clothes and the fact that V liked the tweet when I sent her this song and said it made me think about branjie. If there’s any possibility that she listened to it and thought about them as well then I am a dead woman Here’s the link, listen to it and feel the vibe https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZELmUooBlY Leave a comment, cry with me if you’d like because these two dumbasses literally own my dumb, drunk heart now Jenna I’m dedicating this thing to you bc you make me so happy and I can’t wait to actually cry and yell into your face in person

AO3

The rain was tapping gently against the windows of the van as the contestants were halfway to the studio for yet another day of stressful challenges. The clouded sky cast a grey glow onto the city, everything seemed to be a little bit more mellow and sleepier than usual. Even the queens were not as chatty, be it stress, unresolved drama or the weather. Vanessa and Brooke occupied their usual spot at the very end of the van, limbs impossibly tangled so no one could really tell when one ended and the other one began. The taller queen had her arms wrapped around Vanessa from the back and was looking out of the window, absently drawing circles with her thumb on her boyfriend’s small palm and placing soft kisses to her temple from time to time. Neither said a word, listening to the comforting murmur of conversation around them and each other’s calm breathing. Vanessa felt so warm and safe, tucked in the crook of Brooke Lynn’s neck, she would have easily said no to the whole show for the day if it meant being able to spend a few more private moments with her man. Especially since Brooke was wearing Vanjie’s favorite outfit- the white hoodie, that always smelled like aired out cigarettes smoke, Brooke’s cologne and a laundry detergent, and her worn-out grey beanie. As lovely as seeing her in tight-fitting pieces was, all put together and so gorgeous it took Vanessa’s breath away sometimes, she liked her best like this. She knew now it was mostly a dancer thing for Brooke, staying slightly uncomfortable and always professional on stage, only to change into comfortable and loose clothing as soon as she was done. She was always so soft like that, all grey and white cotton, sleeves a little too long so she held them in place with her fingers, too much material to show off her toned body but just enough to keep her warm and relaxed. It somehow made Vanessa feel like she knew and understood her better, who she really was as a person behind all the makeup and perfect composure. It made her love her even more. 

“You’ve been staring, boo.”

“Hmm?”

“Yeah, for the past ten minutes. You’re not as sneaky as you’d like to believe.”

“Maybe I’m just admiring the view” Vanessa shifted a little to place a small kiss to the spot where Brooke’s jawline dipped towards her neck. She stopped for a moment to press her nose closer, relishing in the smell of her boyfriend being the strongest there. A sweet blooming feeling spilled like hot ginger tea down from her chest and into her bones. She could melt right then and there. “Especially since the view’s all mine to admire.”

A slight pink blush painted Brooke’s cheeks like a summer sunset and she smiled before she reached her hand to adjust her beanie. Vanessa beat her to it, pulling the grey material down her face to cover her eyes. Brooke’s lips briefly parted in surprise and Vanessa captured them in a kiss. She tasted like menthol cigarettes, maple syrup that she had for breakfast with her pancakes, and toothpaste.

“As soon as this shit’s over, and we send both of your asses packing, we’re getting you a room!” A’keria shouted from the front of the van. Shuga and Nina laughed but they were both smiling kindly, excited for their friends’ happiness, even if it was making them nauseous at times.

Maybe on another day they would have shouted something back, a joke or a bit of harmless shade, but today they didn’t care about anybody’s opinions. Vanessa snuggled in closer, her back pressed against the taller queen’s chest, shielded safely by her arms. She noticed absentmindedly how well Brooke’s look went with the weather; looking like rain on the concrete, sipping on coffee with whipped cream, listening to chill indie music, feeling so at peace and like the raindrops separated you from the rest of the world. Vanessa could swear being with Brooke was like sitting in their own bubble with everything else soaking in an icy spring drizzle. Or maybe these feelings were turning her into a sappy piece of ass. Not like she cared much to be honest.

The blurry streets behind the window changed into a well-known by now parking lot. The rain showed no signs of stopping. Brooke sighed heavily, her mouth right next to the shorter queen’s ear so the puff of breath sent chills down the other one’s spine.

“I wish we could just stay like this” One last kiss on the cheek, lingering this time, leaving a ghost of a touch, a squeeze to their intertwined fingers, before she started untangling herself to get up “Too bad I have a crown to win.”

“Oh hoe, feeling confident today, aren’t we, Miss Brooke?” Vanessa laughed, her voice changing from quiet, low and relaxed to her regular rough self. She missed the feel of Brooke’s body instantly but the warmth where they had been touching remained. They started getting out of the van and into the unforgiving weather, Brooke walking first but reaching her hand behind her for Vanjie to grab. It was not much but it was somehow enough.

 Brooke was already on her second cigarette in the span of ten minutes, hanging by the balcony’s doors and listening rather than watching the ongoing rain put Los Angeles to sleep. They had an hour left before the PAs made their round around the building making sure all the queens were respectfully in their own beds, like children during summer camp. Vanessa walked into the room silently without knocking, her flip-flops slapping wetly and bare chest pulling Brooke’s attention for a second. She made her way to Brooke’s bed and grabbed the white hoodie that was thrown into a bundle of other clothes before putting in on. The sleeves were way too long but she didn’t bother with rolling them up, instead letting them hang over her wrists and reaching the tips of her fingers. The overall length was too much on her tiny body as well, ending somewhere mid-thigh. She looked exhausted, moves too slow for her usual frantic energy, back hunched and eyelids heavy. Brooke thought she had never looked more beautiful.

The Canadian queen finished her cigarette, putting it down in a small glass of water she kept outside and joined Vanessa on the bed. She left the balcony doors ajar so they could still hear the raindrops swishing calmingly outside.

“I like you in my clothes, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

There was a teasing note in Vanessa’s voice, a promising growl that would normally ignite a fire in both of their bodies if they weren’t this tired.

“Yeah but I like you in everything so…”

They both snickered at how lame that sounded, but neither cared. Brooke was glad she had someone like Vanjie, someone who didn’t make her worry whether she said the right thing or not. She could be herself in her presence and after so many hours of anxiety, keeping yourself in check and watching your every move, it felt like more rewarding than anything she could win. Vanessa laid on her back and Brooke was there beside her propped on her elbow. After a moment she started tracing light patterns over Vanessa’s arms, shoulders, jawline, lips, nose, and closed eyelids. She watched her fluttering, dark eyelashes and how her lips parted with a huff when Brooke brushed her finger against the shell of her ear.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now, Papi. The PAs will have to kick your ass out of my bed if they find you here like this.“ 

“Mmm, yeah, whatever. Now shut up and cuddle me, bitch.”

Brooke laughed but obliged, wrapping herself all over Vanessa’s sleepy frame, arm thrown across her stomach and legs tangled together. She smelled like her own shower gel and Brooke’s hoodie, which was strangely arousing. The shorter queen turned her head and placed a messy, off-center kiss somewhere to the corner of Brooke’s lips. It still amazed her how just simply being with Vanessa made her so happy. It didn’t really matter what they did nor where they were as long as they were together.

“I think it’s time for you to go, you know.” Her heart squeezed painfully when she said it and she hoped Vanessa could hear that in her voice. There was nothing she wanted more than for them to stay like this forever. Maybe only a crown and scepter at their feet would be a nice bonus.

Vanessa sighed heavily before she opened her eyes and rolled onto her side. Brooke only had a moment to register the new fire shining in her eyes before Vanjie put her hand on the taller queen’s jawline and pulled her in for a goodbye kiss. This time her lips were already parted and hungrily possessive, making Brooke keep up with their pace, her fingers tingling with the sudden urge to explore and touch. Their quickened breaths and quiet whimpers mixed up with the sound of raindrops falling outside.

“Miss ya already.”

“You’re literally still in my bed.” Brooke huffed out a laugh but all she wanted to do was to get back to whatever was just happening between them.

“So?”

Vanessa sat up on the bed, still wearing the hoodie and apparently leaving with no intention of giving it back now, took Brooke’s hand for the last time and brushed her lips against the other queen’s knuckles lovingly. The look of pure love in her eyes was almost too much for Brooke to handle. She hoped her own eyes conveyed the same emotion for Vanessa to see before either one of them dared to put it into words.

“Sweet dreams, boo.”

“See you in the morning.”

They never wished for the clouds to clear out and for the sun to rise faster.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #fluff #ohhthereuare #submission

[casseythebee]

The Sound of Music and the Smell of Roses

Prompt: “Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you”

Summary: You had been living with the Winchesters, Charlie, and Jack for a long time, and you and Sam had been dating and in love for a while, and you have been planning on how to tell Sam you are pregnant for a week now and today is the day 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader 

Words: 1.5-ish 

Warning: swears, sickness, pregnancy (if that is a warning?), if there is anything else you can think of don’t hesitate to tell me

A/N: I was thinking and I might make this into a series-ish, but I probably won’t write it in order 

[(Y/N)’s Point of View]

“Dean I can’t!” You squeal. 

“You have to! Charlie counters. 

Dean and Charlie have always been your go-to buddies for this kind of stuff. Every Wednesday while Cas, Jack, and Sam are out shopping you guys huddle around the fireplace, no matter how hot it is, and just chat. Most of the time gushing over hot people, almost always girls, but a lot of the time just sharing stories and giving advice.

Today you are contemplating of you should really tell your boyfriend Sam the news, you're pregnant. You don’t know how he will react, will he be mad? Happy? Will he be scared he will turn out to be like his father? You have no clue. 

“Jack and I will go to the movies and Dean and Cas will go out to eat,” Charlie says. 

“I told you we don’t mind you guys coming!” 

She shakes her head, “No you two need your alone time. You have been cooped up with the rest of us for too long.” 

“That settles it we will help you get ready, I’ll text Cas and tell him not to say anything to Sam but make sure Jack knows he is going out. Oh, and to stall him for a bit. Plus I don’t know how much longer I can keep this in!” 

You spend the next twenty minutes finding the right outfit and doing your hair. 

“I don’t think purple works!” Dean yells. 

“No, it’s perfect.” Charlie grabs your jewelry box. “The shade is a mix of baby blue and light pink so it is representing the fact that it could be a girl or a boy.” She holds out my grandmothers black rose necklace and hands it to me. 

“Ooo do the black rose gold studs to match!” Dean chirps clapping his hands together. 

You settled on leaving your hair natural just using a bit of hairspray to keep it in place. Charlie went light on makeup just doing mascara, painting your lips coral, and contouring your cheekbones, jawline, boobs, and collarbones. Making you look like you have bigger boobs and sharper edges. A fit and flare lavender dress hugs your torso and flows out around you stopping just above your knees, it leaves your chest and shoulders bare, showing enough that it is modest but not enough that Sam won’t be intrigued and want more. 

“What do you think?” you ask, twirling in a circle while your dress fans out around you. 

“Absolutely beautiful,” Dean admires before walking over and placing a kiss on the top of your head. 

Charlie walks over and grabs both your hands in hers. “Stunning.” 

“Okay now let's set up,” you beam excitedly. 

Now you take the table in the library, where you and Sam confessed your feelings at and had your first round of sex on top of, and dust it with rose petals. Next, you take your finest china and set it on the table. They are white plates decorated with pink flowers on the edge, rose gold stainless steel silverware, and the wine glasses that you and Sam painted ourselves. On a date, you and Sam decided to get a little creative so on your way home from dinner, you bought the glasses and paint supplies and painted pink orchids on them. After that, you light a candle and place it in between the two table settings. 

“What am I even supposed to say?” you ask flopping into a chair. 

“Just tell him,” Dean began, “just don’t dance around it too much, okay?” 

“Yeah you don’t want him getting confused,” Charlie adds. “Okay, now we need to finish setting up before they come home.” 

Dean searches through the bunker trying to find a way to dim the lights while you and Charlie pick out music.

“How about Begin the Beguine?” she asks pulling the record out of the bin. 

“Too much clarinet.” 

She shifts around a bit more before pulling one out. “The Song Is You?” 

I shake my head. 

“Night and Day?” she asks pulling out another record. 

“None of these sound very romantic.” 

She rolls her eyes, “Because you aren’t listening to them. Listen to the next one and I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s called How Deep Is The Ocean?” 

And sure enough, you do. The instruments start flowing through the room, a gorgeous female voice sings like an angel is singing such loving lyrics. 

“How much do I love you? 

I'll tell you no lie 

How deep is the ocean? 

How high is the sky?” 

That is all I needed just those few words and you are hooked. “This is it. This is the one.” 

“Told you,” Charlie mumbles under breath. 

You playfully slap her arm and she goes to shove you. But before she can Dean yells, “Hey! You can’t do that she’s pregnant!” 

You smirk at her. “Aha I’m immune,” you tease. 

Dean screams from the other room and the lights dim. “Cas says he will be here any minute!” He comes sprinting into the room and almost crashes into you. 

“Woah, Woah, Woah! What are you screaming about?” Charlie asks putting her hands on his chest to stop him. 

“Cas!” He is panting slightly. “He is coming! I’m so excited!” 

You look over at him my eyes a little wide, you're nervous again. “Dean,” you whisper. “How do you think he will react?” 

His eyes skim over to you, softening. “Oh, you have no idea! He has wanted the apple pie life all his life, but he never has been able to. But now? He has the girl and now the life. He will be over the moon.” 

“Okay we need to go leave her, Dean let’s go.” Charlie grabs Dean by the arm and starts dragging him towards the door. 

“Wait!” He strides over and envelops you in a hug placing his hand on your head pulling you closer, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you kiddo, good luck.” 

Charlie walks over ruffling your hair slightly and kisses your cheek. “Stay strong.” 

[Sam’s Point of View]

“Dean, what are you doing out here?” 

“Um… I would like to speak to Cas,” he says, a slight pause in between each word and his voice lifting at the end like a question. 

I give him a quizzical look and grab a few shopping bags from the back and ask Jack to help me bring in the rest. 

The door slams behind me and I walk down the steps stopping at the music. The table is decorated with rose petals and candles, and our nice china. 

All of a sudden the sound of retching is coming from the other room followed by something liquid hitting another liquid. 

“(Y/N), love?” I call out. “Is that you?” 

You whimpers. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Sammy?” you moan. 

I put the bags down, making sure not to disturb the things on the table and run to the bathroom. 

(Y/N) is sprawled out on the bathroom floor. You are leaning over the toilet puking your brains out, your hair fanned out around you. Your purple dress is disheveled. 

You groan again and sit up. “Sam,” you whisper. “You’re not supposed to see me like this. I had it all planned, and you were going to be thrilled and happy for us, b-but… but now-” Your voice cracks and you choke out a sob. Tears are pouring out of your eyes and streaking your makeup. 

“What do you mean? What do you have planned?” I ask you. “The dinner out there?” 

You are crying harder now. You gag and slap a hand over your mouth lean over the toilet. I hold back your hair and you vomit a lot. 

“Why are you sick? Did you eat something?” 

You cough again and sit up wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “Because Sam…” You sob again. “I’m pregnant.” 

My breath catches in my throat. “Wh… what?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to tell you for a week now, Charlie and Dean helped me plan this all, and just because of fucking morning sickness.” 

“Aw sweetie, let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go eat.” 

You gag again. “I’m so sorry but I don’t know if I can ever eat again.” Another groan escapes you. 

I spend the next few minutes cleaning you up and getting you into comfy clothes, the entire time peppering kisses all over your skin. We get you shimmied into a pair of leggings and one of my flannels, it looks so big and adorable on you. I carry you bridal style onto the couch and set you down gingerly. 

Spreading your legs a little I kneel in between them placing my hands on your hips. I kiss along your stomach and stop nestling my nose. 

“Hello, little one. We can’t wait to meet you.” 

You chuckle and drag me up by my hair placing a small loving kiss on my lips and drag me so we are sitting on the couch with your head in my lap. 

We watch movies all night and eventually fall asleep to the sound of music and the smell of roses.

#Sam Winchester #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #Charlie Bradbury #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #fanfic

[shortsunshineposts]

First Dates with 24K

Cory: From what I can tell Cory really likes being outside and going on small adventures. So I can see him taking you somewhere you could walk around, explore, and just talk to get to know each other better. He would ask you to wear something casual and comfy to walk around in. Picking you up in the morning he would take you guys to a park to check out a new nature walk trail he found. In a small backpack he carried a small packed lunch for you guys to eat together. On the trail there was a small pond and you found a spot to rest and eat by the water. Its pretty and picturesque, be prepared for some cute pictures. He would ask you stand by the water with him, he put his arm around you for a second to take a cute selfie, it made your cheeks burn and your stomach do flips. Of course it’s Cory so you can fully expect some serious memeing to happen too, lots of laughter to fill nervous silences. Walking down the trail he’ll test the waters and brush his hand against yours, he’s surprised when you cautiously take his hand in yours and intertwine your fingers. You’d talk about everything from your favorite movies, to your fears, to your favorite vines. It’s fun, casual, and a relaxed first date.

Kisu: Kisu is such a classic gentleman. He would definitely take you out to a nice dinner at a restaurant he’s always wanted to try and thinks you would enjoy. He’s a romantic so you can bet he’s holding doors, pulling out your chair for you, offering you flowers he picked up because he thought the color complimented your eyes. He’d tell you to order whatever you wanted and would get a bottle of wine for the table. Small talk was inevitable but you soon found yourselves talking about life, telling funny stories about your childhoods, and what you wanted in the future. Sometime during the meal he would reach across the table and take your hand in his. For dessert you shared a piece of cake. Kisu chuckled when you managed to get a little piece of frosting on your nose. He slid next to you and placed a peck on the tip of your nose to remove it. Both of you flushed and you laughed shyly. Towards the end of the night you managed to return the favor and placed a light goodnight kiss on his cheek.

Jeonguk: Okay hear me out, Cat cafe and studio date. Jeonguk would want to take you somewhere you guys could relax, he’s pretty quiet guy so I can see the cats being something that you could both bond over. He loves cats and he would find it so cute and adorable watching you fawn over the little cats while you sip coffee from across the table. Light conversation and nervous smiles, he talked a lot about dancing and somewhere along the way he had the bright idea of taking you to their practice room so he could show you some moves. You could really see his passion and love for dance when you got there and it was nice, he would even try to teach you some moves. This led to a lot of smiles and laughs from the both of you as you “attempted” some Bonnie and Clyde choreography. He would be trying teach you some steps when you accidentally tripped and almost fell. He caught you of course, both of your cheeks turning light shades of pink at your sudden close proximity.

Changsun: Amusement park date! I can’t quite put my finger on it but I definitely see this happening. This ball of sunshine would suggest it and you were a little hesitant, worried you wouldn’t be able to handle the rides. He promised he wouldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to. He was adorable you got cotton candy and played midway games. You both got way too competitive at skii ball and insisted you both go for a tenth round. You rode the carousel first to take it slow. Changsun had his phone out taking cute pics of you both on the horses pretending you were little kids again. You slowly worked your way up to the bigger rides until you got to the rollercoaster. Changsun could tell you were hesitant and reminded you that he didn’t mind not riding this one, but you assured him you would be okay as long as he sat next to you. He blushed at your response and you got in line. He asked you again once you were sitting in the car and being strapped in if you were okay. You gave him a nervous yes. As you were going up the first hill you reached over and held onto his hand. Though it was scary the ride ended up being really fun. As you exited the ride you let go of his hand, he was sad for a moment until you slid your arm around his waist. He smiled his signature sunny smile and placed his around your shoulder.  

Jinhong: A street fair/festival would be perfect with him. You both would have so much fun traveling from stall to stall seeing what they had to offer. Trying all different types of foods and admiring homemade crafts. He would for sure keep an eye out for anything that really caught your eye planning on sneaking back to get it for you later as something to remember your first date together. The streets were busy and there were alot of people walking around you almost got lost once so you grabbed onto his hand as to not go missing in the crowd. His cheeks were a light shade of red and he was thankful for the amount of people in the vicinity. Each little stall was themed differently and each on gave you two something new to talk about. At the candle shop you talked about you favorite smells and what reminded you of home, at the food stalls you talked about your favorite dishes and what your families do for holidays, one stall was selling beer from a local brewery and you began to share funny stories about drunken adventures. At the end of the night there was a fireworks display. You found the perfect spot to see them. As they started you looked up at them in awe. Jinhong loved the way you were fascinated with them and wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder.

Hongseob: Imagine this, stargazing. He asks you to hangout but it has to be late at night. Which confuses you a little but your excited for what he has planned for you. He takes you to a park that’s a little bit out of the city so the lights won’t block out the stars above you. He lays out a big blanket and takes out some small pillows and some snacks for you guys to munch on. For the next few hours you guys are engulfed in the night sky, searching for constellations and making up some crazy ones of your own. He loves the way your face lights up as you really get into the story. You find the big dipper, Mars, Venus, you spend time staring at the moon creating stories for each of the craters. As you’re staring at the stars lying on your backs you rest your head on his shoulder. You can’t see it but there’s a big smile on his face, both your cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. His hand is a little shaky but he reaches out and takes your hand in his. The rest of the date is spent in a comfortable quiet. It wasn’t an awkward quiet, you were enjoying each others presence cuddled up looking up into the universe.      

Kiyong: THIS SMOL CHILD. Okay so I know we don’t know a huge amount about him but from what I can tell he is pretty self confident. (He takes after mama Kisu). But I can also see the possibility of him not having a lot of dating experience. So after consulting with his Hyungs about where to take you I think he would choose a movie date. An easy first date for someone without a lot of dating experience. You would talk walking on the way to the theater. He was nervous, his palms were a little sweaty but this boy would try his best. It was just cute innocent small talk. He mentioned he liked your hair, or laugh, or your smile. You felt the tips of your ears turn a little red. Once you got to the theater you bet this boy will go all out, candy popcorn, anything he notices that catches your eyes. His nervousness would subside slightly when you sat down and the lights went down. He would glance over at you every so often, happy to see your eyes lighting up at the screen in front of you. He was too nervous to hold your hand though. After the movie you would laugh and talk about all your favorite parts. It was a little chilly outside so Kiyong bravely put his sweatshirt around your shoulders and put his arm around your waist while he walked you home.

#24k #24k reactions #24k cory #24k kisu #24k jeonguk #24k changsun #24k JInhong #24k hongseob #24k kiyong #Cory #Kisu #Jeonguk #Changsun #Jinhong #Hongseob #Kiyong #24k fanfiction #24k senarios

[elemyah]

Link: Ao3 Title: Cakes and Unfortunate Choices Rating: G Pairings: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia; Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum (secondary) Warnings: - Summary: You can’t learn to bake in a single afternoon, but it wouldn’t stop Gladio and Prompto from trying.

@gladnis2018

They set camp as soon as night fell. It was possible to see Galdin Quay from there, where people would spend the night more comfortably than their group, in nice rooms instead of cramped inside a single tent.

“It’s sad to be so close to those comfy beds and having to stay here,” said Noctis.

Prompto agreed with a vigorous nod.

“Yeah, why do we have to camp every time?”

Gladio stopped setting up the tent for a second, looking at them over his shoulder.

“I don’t know why you kids are so against camping,” he said. “Are you willing to spend half of our money in an overpriced inn, for a single night?”

Neither of the boys answered. It hadn’t been easy for them to save money on their journey, and they still had to use what they had to buy food and supplies.

“Well, at least we have Iggy to cook for us.” Prompto glanced at Ignis, who was sorting his cooking utensils and ingredients to make dinner for them.

“Yeah,” said Noctis, “but I sure wanted to eat some fresh fish at the restaurant.”

“I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that.”

Gladio laughed at how grumpy Ignis sounded.

“You hurt his feelings, Noct,” he said.

“I’m more than used to it by now,” Ignis shook his head with a sigh.

Prompto got up from his chair, approaching Ignis with a radiant smile.

“Aww, poor Igster…” he said. “Don’t worry, we appreciate your cooking, even if the prince doesn’t.”

“I never said that,” complained Noctis.

“Thank you, Prompto,” Ignis smiled at his younger companion. “I’ll let you choose what we’ll have for dinner tonight.”

Prompto’s face brightened.

“Can we have green soup curry?”

“As you wish.”

Noctis stared at them, unhappy with how things had turned out.

“Can’t you stop with the favoritism?” he asked.

“I thought you didn’t care for my food, Noct.”

“I didn’t—”

Gladio gave Noctis a tap on the shoulder.

“Just give up,” he said. “I thought you knew better than to stay on Iggy’s bad side.”

Noctis frowned at him.

“Alright, you guys are just ganging up on me, now.”

Prompto’s spirits were too high for him to join that discussion. He grabbed his camera, turning to face his companions.

“Hey, guys…” he said. “Want to take a walk on the shore as we wait?”

“Why…?” asked Noctis.

“The sky looks beautiful tonight, so I thought I could take a few nice shots.”

“Can’t you do it by yourself?”

“C’mon, Noct… Don’t be lazy.”

He pulled Noctis by the wrist, making him stand up, then turned to Gladio.

“Are you coming too, Gladio?” he asked.

“I’ll go in a moment.”

Those two went ahead, Noctis groaning while Prompto dragged him along. Gladio laughed to himself: Noctis could complain as much as he wanted, but was always willing to go along with whatever any of them — especially Prompto — came up with.

He got up from his chair, approaching Ignis, embracing his waist from behind, resting the chin on his shoulder.

“Are you trying to bribe me, so you can choose dinner too?” asked Ignis.

“No…” he said. “But I thought I could get something else, instead.”

Ignis turned to him, a light smile on his face. They kissed, without any haste, enjoying that brief moment alone.

“Ew, gross!” they heard Noctis’ voice, not too far from them.

They faced each other, sharing a look of disbelief.

“Kids…” grunted Gladio.

“Kids,” agreed Ignis.

They looked at that duo for a moment, seeing them laughing together, sharing more touches than friends usually would. It was obvious they had a crush on each other, but neither Gladio nor Ignis wanted to be the one to break the news to them.

“Were we that obvious too?” asked Ignis.

“I sure hope not, it makes me embarrassed just to imagine.”

Ignis laughed, placing a light kiss on his neck.

“Come on, Gladio!” called Prompto.

They sure seemed determined not to let them have a time for themselves. Gladio let out a loud sigh.

“I’m going…” he said, then looked at his partner again. “Let’s continue this later.”

“I’ll be waiting for it.”

He approached the brats, accompanying them for some minutes, while Prompto took photos of him and Noctis, the sky and the ocean — sometimes all at once. After a while, they stopped walking, sitting on the sand, side by side.

“So…” started to say Prompto, calling their attention. “Can I talk to you guys for a sec?

“Something wrong?” asked Gladio.

“No, not really.”

He stayed silent for a second, organizing his thoughts.

“You know, I’ve been thinking—”

“Congratulations, it must have been hard,” said Noctis.

Prompto elbowed him on the ribs.

“That was totally unnecessary!”

Noctis just laughed, Gladio shook his head.

“And he still wonders why we gang up on him.”

“Fine, fine,” said Noctis, looking at Prompto, intrigued. “So, what were you thinking?”

“Well…” proceeded Prompto. “You know, how Iggy is always cooking our favorite foods, and all that? Don’t you guys think maybe we should do something for him, instead?”

“Like buying him a gift?” asked Noctis.

He and Gladio exchanged glances.

“That would be nice,” agreed Gladio. “Now that I think about it, he mentioned a set of cooking utensils he wanted to buy, back in Insomnia. It slipped from my mind with everything that’s going on, but maybe we could get it for him.”

“Or we could always go Ebony hunting,” suggested Noctis. “No better way to make Specs happy than a bunch of canned coffee.”

Prompto didn’t seem too pleased with those suggestions.

“That’s not exactly what I meant…” he said. “I was thinking of something else, like actually making something for him.

“Like what?” asked Gladio.

“Maybe we could cook for him, for a change.”

Both Gladio and Noctis stared at him.

“That’s a terrible idea, Prompto,” said Noctis.

“Why?”

“I have to agree,” said Gladio. “Since when is any of us good at cooking?”

“We can do it if we try!” insisted Prompto. “Can’t we?”

“I’m not so sure of that,” said Gladio.

“C’mon, guys…”

Gladio and Noctis looked at each other, then Noctis’ eyes widened at something behind his back.

“What are the three of you conspiring about?”

Ignis crouched beside Prompto, who jumped in the same place, letting out a surprised scream.

“Well, that wasn’t a suspicious reaction,” said Noctis, holding back a laugh.

“Not in the least…” There was a hint of amusement on Ignis’ tone. “Should I be worried about my safety?”

“I wouldn’t turn my back to him again in your place.”

“You just startled me!”

Prompto’s face acquired a bright shade of pink, and Gladio felt bad for him. Ignis, however, didn’t seem to have heard much of their conversation, and it gave him an idea. He placed an arm around the boy’s neck, showing a playful smile.

“Well, you’ve caught us,” he said. “Prompto was planning to take a picture of you surrounded by porn magazines while you were sleeping.”

“What?” Prompto stared at him. “I wouldn’t do that!”

“I agree,” said Ignis, “it sounds more like something you and Noct would do.”

Gladio laughed.

“Was it that obvious?”

“Why did you have to team me up with Gladio?” asked Noctis, frowning.

“Should I list all the reasons?”

Noctis twisted his lips, not finding any arguments.

“Alright… I get it.”

“Anyway…” proceeded Ignis. “I just came to inform that dinner’s ready. You shouldn’t take long, or it’ll get cold.”

“Food…” Noctis’ suffering voice could lead someone to believe he had been starving for weeks. He got up, walking towards the camp. Ignis accompanied him, putting a hand on his back.

Gladio watched as those two walked together, casually chatting. Despite all the bickering, Ignis and Noctis were always like that, almost inseparable. Their bond was deeper than most — something between friends and family —, and Gladio couldn’t deny that natural closeness made him jealous when he was younger. Of both.

But now he understood his relationship with them was also unique in its own way. He was Noctis’ Shield and sparring partner, and Ignis’ closest friend and lover.

“C’mon, Gladio…” complained Prompto, freeing himself from the arm around his neck. “Did you really have to say that?”

Gladio smiled to himself. How could he forget? He was also Prompto’s caretaker.

“You should be thanking me. I just saved your plan.”

Prompto stared at him, confused for a few seconds, before his eyes lightened up.

“Wait, does that mean you agree?” he asked.

Gladio shrugged.

“I guess it’s worth a try,” he said. “We can find an excuse to stay at camp tomorrow. This way, we’ll have plenty of time to cook something while Iggy is not around.”

The kid’s excited smile seemed to irradiate a bright light, and that, if nothing else, made his decision worth the effort. He’d just have to smuggle some of Ignis’ cookbooks out of the Regalia during the night.

“Let’s go, now…” he messed Prompto’s hair with his hand. “Iggy will get mad at us if we take too long.”

They approached the other two with quick steps, having dinner together as usual. When they finished, Gladio used the time Prompto was helping Ignis with the dishes to approach Noctis, telling him of their plan. As expected, he looked at Gladio with skeptical eyes.

“Do you really think Specs won’t notice it?” he asked.

“I’m sure he will,” admitted Gladio. “But do you want to be the one to say no to Prompto?”

Noctis thought about it for a moment, lowering his eyes, defeated.

“Fine…”

~*~

They were planning to get a few frogs for Sania that day, and maybe do some simple hunting on the process to get money. Before they dismantled the camp, Gladio approached Ignis.

“Prompto’s not feeling that well.” He pointed at the boy close to him. “Maybe he should rest for a while.”

“Ah…” Prompto acted confused for a second, then agreed with a nod. “Yeah!”

“Really?” Ignis looked at his younger companion. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing important! I think I just need to rest a little.”

That answer was too quick and filled with anxiety to sound natural. Before Ignis could ask anything else, Gladio decided to help his friend.

“You two go and do what you have to,” he said. “I’ll stay here with him today and make sure he rests.”

“But, if that’s the case, maybe we should find a better place to—”

“There’s no need!” said Prompto. “Here is fine.”

“I thought you hated camping…”

Ignis stared at him for a while, clearly not buying any of that. Gladio gestured for him to play along, and Ignis seemed to get the message.

“Very well,” he said. “But Noct and I may take a while to get back. Do you want me to leave some food prepared for you?”

“Nah, just take a break from the kitchen, today,” said Gladio. “I can make us some Cup Noodles if we get hungry.”

Ignis didn’t insist.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can,” he said. “Call me if Prompto gets any worse.”

“Yeah,” answered Gladio, “go grab some frogs, I’ll take care of him.”

Ignis cringed at the suggestion.

“I’m not looking forward to it.”

“Me neither…” agreed Noctis.

Ignis looked at him, raising his brow.

“You’re the one who accepted her request,” he said.

“I still don’t know why I did it.”

Gladio watched as they walked their way through the beach, until they reached the Regalia, driving away. As soon as they disappeared from sight, he took the bag where he hid the cookbooks on the previous night, among the ingredients.

“So, what do you want to make?” he asked Prompto.

They searched the recipes for a while, until one of them caught Prompto’s attention.

“Fluffy Chiffon Cake,” he said. “Iggy likes this one, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” agreed Gladio. “What do we need to make it?”

Prompto listed the ingredients, while Gladio checked what they had.

“We’re only missing eggs and milk,” he said. “But we can find that anywhere, so it won’t be a problem.”

“I can go buy it!” suggested Prompto. “You can prepare things while I’m away.”

Gladio agreed, holding back an amused smile as he watched Prompto walk to the store. He looked excited like a puppy — or rather, a baby Chocobo.

He came back a few minutes later with what they needed, and that was when things started going downhill.

~*~

Ignis and Noctis, stayed silent for some time, until Ignis got tired of playing patient.

“Noct,” he said, “why don’t you be honest with me and tell me what you three are plotting since last night?”

He glanced at Noctis’ direction, and his friend purposefully kept his eyes on the landscape.

“Nothing…” he said.

“Noct.”

Noctis sighed.

“I don’t want to be the one to ruin their plans, ok?”

“Their lack of discretion already ruined it.”

Noctis pondered for a while, but ended up shrugging.

“Fine,” he said, “but you didn’t hear it from me, alright?”

“Of course not.”

He told Ignis about their conversation on the previous night, including Prompto and Gladio’s plan to cook for him. Ignis listened, a glint of amusement on his eyes.

“Well, that surely sounds like something Prompto would do,” he said as soon as Noctis finished talking.

“Yeah. He really wanted to surprise you, and how could we say no to that?”

“That’s understandable,” Ignis smiled. “But I must admit that I’m slightly concerned about what we’ll find when we go back.”

Noctis groaned at the thought.

“Don’t even tell me…” he said. “I just hope they managed to make something edible for lunch… I’m starving.”

~*~

Gladio and Prompto stared at their portable oven, both frowning at the sight.

“Was it supposed to look like that?” asked Prompto.

They opened the oven to take a better look at that ominous thing they had created, immediately regretting their decision, slamming it shut again.

“More importantly, was it supposed to smell like a burnt plastic bag?” asked Gladio.

“Of course it wasn’t!” Prompto looked at him, seeming lost. “What did we do wrong?”

“I’m not sure. Did we put all the ingredients?”

“Well, I think so…” Prompto checked the book, listing. “Sweet potatoes, eggs, milk, sugar…”

“You put sugar on it?” asked Gladio.

“Yes.”

“Well, shit. I thought you had only put flour, so I added sugar too.”

Prompto slapped his forehead.

“I forgot to add flour,” he said.

“Oh.”

They stared at each other, then turned to their sad creation.

“But is twice the sugar and no flour enough to destroy it like this?” asked Gladio.

“I don’t know!” Prompto raised his voice, gesticulating more than usual as he spoke. “Gladio, I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m a photographer, not a baker! I don’t know how cakes work!”

“Alright, calm down!” Gladio placed a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe we can still save it, somehow.”

They looked at the cake again.

“Should it be shrinking like this?” asked Gladio.

“I don’t know!”

Prompto got away from the oven, sitting on a chair, his brow furrowed and cheeks red. Oh, shit… He seemed about to cry.

“Hey, Prompto…” Gladio turned off the oven, pulling a chair to his side, sitting down. “Don’t feel bad. We tried. We just suck at it.”

Prompto looked at him, forcing a half-smile.

“You can say that again…”

Gladio stayed silent for a while, giving him time to calm himself.

“It’s harder than it looks,” said Prompto after a few minutes. “Next time, we better stick to a normal gift.”

“Well, we’d never know if we never tried,” answered Gladio, getting up from the chair. “Come, we should clean this mess before they come back.”

“You’re right.”

Prompto hesitated a little before proceeding.

“Thanks for putting up with my stupid idea.”

“Our stupid idea,” corrected Gladio. “Don’t go taking all the credit for it.”

This time, Prompto’s smile was a genuine one.

~*~

Ignis and Noctis arrived at the camp around an hour later, being welcomed by the lingering smell of burnt sugar.

“Did something die inside the oven?” asked Noctis.

“Our cake,” said Gladio.

Noctis looked at him, raising his brow.

“Did it go that bad?”

“You have no idea.”

Ignis said nothing, approaching Prompto, who was sitting on a chair, avoiding eye-contact.

“Prompto…” he  called.

He kept his eyes on the ground.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was low. “I just wanted to make a cake for you, to thank you for everything… But I’m so bad at it…”

Ignis placed a hand on his head, caressing his hair in a comforting gesture.

“It’s alright, Prompto,” he said. “Don’t worry about it. It’s normal to be bad at something when you do it for the first time.”

“But I’m always messing everything up! I thought I could do something nice, but… All I can do is take photos.”

“And you’re pretty good at it, aren’t you?” Ignis crouched in front of him, looking at his eyes. “You need to stop seeing only the bad things about yourself, and learn to appreciate more what you’re good at.”

He stayed silent, thinking about those words. Noctis sighed, then approached the two, also crouching beside Prompto.

“That’s right,” he said. “Things just wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t around.”

Prompto glanced at him, a small smile taking his lips.

“You think so?”

“Do you even need to ask?”

Ignis decided it would be better to leave those two alone for the time being.

“I believe I should start working on lunch now,” he said, getting up. “It’s pretty late, already.”

“Please…” said Noctis. “I’m so hungry.”

“Me too…” admitted Prompto. “Dealing with food left me starving.”

“Even when it smelled that bad?”

“Stop laughing at me, Noct!”

Prompto gave Noctis a light punch on the arm, and, once again, Ignis wondered if he and Gladio had been like that too. He walked away from them, starting to to think of something quick he could make for lunch, when Gladio approached him.

“Let me handle this,” he said, “it’s the least I can do after this whole fiasco.”

“Cup Noodles again?” asked Ignis.

Gladio playfully winked at him.

“My speciality.”

He ended up agreeing, watching as Gladio boiled some water. Ignis placed an arm around his waist, a light smile on his face.

“I would have expected something like this from Prompto, but not from you,” he said in a low tone.

Gladio groaned, remembering that monstrous thing he and Prompto had created.

“I think that cake will haunt me to the end of my life,” he added the water to four cups. “I might have underestimated the technical difficulties of cooking.”

“Teaches you to appreciate the chef.”

“I always do.”

Saying that, he gave Ignis a brief kiss on the lips.

“Well,” he said, “we still have a few minutes before it’s ready.”

Ignis smiled at him.

“What do you have in mind?” he asked.

He kissed Ignis’ forehead, then pulled him closer, embracing him. He almost expected to hear Noctis teasing them again, but it seemed he was too busy talking to Prompto to notice anything else.

“Does this sound good?” Gladio asked.

Ignis laughed against his chest, as he too placed his arms around his body.

“Good enough.”

#gladnis #gladnisweek2018 #xpost #fanfic #my fic

[taraxacum18]

Turn Your Bedroom Into a Relaxing Sanctuary: 9 Tried-and-True Tips

Your bedroom is the place where you rest, rejuvenate, and relax from everyday stresses. It’s your private retreat from the outside world, and as such it deserves attention. We begin and end our day in this room, so it impacts how we sleep and whether we feel rested and energized when we wake up.

But your bedroom is more than a place to sleep. It should be a relaxing sanctuary where you can recharge and unwind at the end of a long day.

If your bedroom doesn’t feel like that, it’s time for the upgrade! Read our nine tried-and-true tips on how to turn this room into a space of serenity and comfort!

1.     Go with Soft Color Palette

It’s been said many times already, but it’s true: color can change the atmosphere of a room. A calming color palette will create a more tranquil environment making you instantly feel more relaxed! Opting for a soft color scheme will contribute to the serenity of the space.

Neutrals are a great choice too.

And as a bonus, painting your walls is one of the most budget-friendly ways to transform your bedroom into a calming retreat.

Consider which colors you find soothing and peaceful. For instance, many people find pale greens, blues, and pinks calming.

Blue and green are soothing colors that have the power to spark relaxation. Both of them are related to nature and they indicate a presence of water, sky, or vegetation which promotes relaxation. On a subconscious level, these nature-inspired colors can calm us after a stressful day and enhance our sleep.

2.     Put Some Thought Into Selecting a Bed

It should go without saying that your bed needs to be comfortable and cozy! A soft, luxurious, and comfy bed is what first comes to mind when the word relaxation is mentioned. Consider the size of your bedroom and give yourself as much room to spread out as possible!

Remember that the headboard is a style statement that is sure to add personality to your bedroom, and also a wonderful opportunity to introduce beautiful fabrics and designs.

And of course, creating bedroom heaven of yours is impossible without a good, well-made mattress.

It has to provide the right support for your body, otherwise it’s a waste of money.

3.     Bring Elements of Nature Into Your Space

Natural elements are a perfect addition to your bedroom because they are proven to have a calming effect. During our evolution, it has been ingrained in us to seek natural elements to feel safe and secure. So, just like nature-inspired colors, we are predisposed to feel good around wood, plants, and other natural materials.

You can bring nature indoors by picking furniture made of wood, bamboo, or rattan. Even nature-inspired art can positively impact our emotional well-being.

The easiest and low-cost way to leverage our innate connection with nature is to add greenery to your bedroom. If you lack the green thumb, don’t worry! Just opt for low-maintenance indoor plants that are hard to kill like aloe vera and snake plants.

4.     Light Your Bedroom Properly

Maximize natural light during the day as it helps regulate our circadian rhythm. As the night sets in make sure to stick to warmer light that is easier on the eyes. This will help improve your alertness during the day and your sleep quality during the night.

Table lamps and sconces are both functional and beautiful. And they can be used to accentuate certain accessories or architectural features in your bedroom. When choosing light bulbs, go with soft, diffused, or dimmable ones.

Hang string lights on your bookshelves, wrap them around your headboard, or use them in tapestry form to transform your bedroom into a magical place! And bring in the candles too! They are great for creating an ethereal atmosphere.

5.     Comforting Textures Are a Must!

Incorporating a variety of different textures is food for your sense of touch, and for the eyes too! A cozy merino wool blanket, luxurious velvet cushions, or soft silk pillowcases will help you create a peaceful bedroom.

They add warmth and a tactile quality that will upgrade your bedroom in no time. Natural woven window shades, exposed brick, and fabric lampshades are all great ways to enhance the tactile aspect of your space that promotes a sense of serenity.

A plush rug in a pretty color around your bed is a nice touch too! And with something plus to land on, your feet will thank you!

6.     Add a Bed Bench

Bed benches are stylish and practical: they provide a spot to sit and tie your laces in the morning. They are also great for introducing some color and texture into your oasis of calm. A wooden bench will add an element of nature to your bedroom and provide a sleeker look.

Upholstered benches are a great choice if you are looking for a bit more comfort when it comes to seating. Their fabric-covered seats are comfier, and as a plus, some of these benches are designed with an interior storage bin, so it will elevate the look of your bedroom and allow you to stash away your knick-knacks and extra accessories.

7.     Declutter & Organize!

Clutter creates a lot of distraction and brings the feeling of restlessness in a space. It’s like visual noise, so keep your space tidy! Use organizers and containers to remove all unnecessary items from your dresser and keep everything in its place.

Make it a habit to clean up your space every evening before you go to bed. A messy, cluttered room affects more than you think – studies have demonstrated that sleeping in a clean, organized room is associated with a better night’s sleep.

So, clear your nightstands and other surfaces from things you don’t need, put away dirty clothes, make sure your floor is clutter-free, and you’re on a good way to a serene space and enhanced sleep!

8.     Aim for Minimalism

While cozy elements add character and comfort to your room, make sure not to overdo it.  Having too much stuff is the enemy of a clear mind and good night’s rest, and it requires more cleaning and organizing as well! Make things easier for yourself, and stick with essentials only.

Keep your walls unadorned to achieve a clean, streamlined look. Keep your color palette simple too, and opt for furniture with sleek, clean lines.

This will make your bedroom instantly look and feel more relaxing. The focus should be on rejuvenation and sleep, and not on piles of books or excessive jewelry on your dresser.

9.     Don’t Forget About the Scent!

Your bedroom should be your private relaxing retreat, and the scent is an important aspect when looking to create a calming environment. Some smells have been scientifically proven to affect our mood, making us less anxious and stressed.

If you don’t have one already, get a diffuser and a couple of essential oils that are known to have a relaxing effect like lavender and jasmine.

A stylish wood grain diffuser will not only add your favorite scent and keep your bedroom from drying out, but its beautiful appearance will elevate the look of your room in a zen-like manner.

Linen and room sprays are another way to utilize aromatherapy in your bedroom. Just spray it lightly on your pillow and sheets and let it soothe you into a calm night!

[hachimitsu-honey]

Rainy days

Some may say that the closed weather was gloomy, boring or not as fun as a clear sky, but you couldn't disagree more. You loved the rain and the cold, you liked to wear comfy clothes, you favorite hoodies, or even go out in the rain to debut your new cute umbrella.

By far, rainy days were your favorites, and they were even better when you spent them with Mirio, your boyfriend. He was always on board to watch movies and cuddle with you until you eventually feel asleep on the sofa, or he would invite Tamaki and Najire to play a game, sometimes you played Clue or Monopoly, but you favorite by far was playing face to face (hero edition), sometimes you would even put you favorite heroes if they weren't already there. One time Mirio chose Midoriya when he was over and he almost cried.

Today, though, you were specially tired. After two weeks of tests and training non stop, the tiredness finally hit you, even if the idea of having your friends over was great and you couldn't wait to just spend some time with them doing something besides studying and getting beaten up, you cherished even more the thought of just sleeping.

You curled up in your bed with your pillows and teddy bear while grabbing you phone to text Mirio.

You

Can you buy some things for me? I want to make tempura

Sunshine

Sure!

Want anything else?

You

Maybe some fresh lemons so I can make a lemonade

Sunshine

Ooookay

Coming home soon, love you

Closing your eyes with a smile on your lips as you read the last message, you felt yourself become more and more distant until you feel asleep.

You woke up to the sound of cabinet doors being opened and closed, rubbing the sleep of your eyes you got up from the bed walking slowly to the kitchen. Mirio was putting away the groceries and humming quietly to himself. You hugged his waist, gently pressing you chest against his back.

"Morning sleeping beauty"

you groaned in response, nuzzling your nose on his back, his sweet cologne filling your senses

"Are you really awake or are you just sleepwalking?"

He turned around facing you, hugging you closer to him while petting your hair

"Sleepwalking" you sighed briefly and started looking at the ingredients separated from the rest of the groceries "can you invite Tamaki and Najire over? We can watch one of those movies you like" you voice was low and sleepy, but Mirio found it unbearably cute, without breaking a sweat he picked you up giving a quick peck on the lips

"That sounds amazing, want some help with the tempura, Sunshine?" He rested his forehead against yours, breathing slowly

"I would appreciate some help, actually" Mirio put you down and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead and grabbed the carrots to wash them.

You cooked silently as Mirio talked about his day and you were just glad to hear him rant about a new ice cream store he wanted to visit in the weekend, you smiled thinking you were so lucky to find yourself someone like Mirio.

You heard a knock on the door and looked behind you at the dinner table, Mirio was already up and walking to answer it. As he invited Najire and Tamaki inside, you started putting the table making sure everything was ready to eat.

"(Y/n)!" Najire jumped at you kissing your cheek and wrapping her arms tightly around you "Ah, thanks for inviting us! You didn't have too!"

"I know you love tempura and you two also need some rest, this week was tough"

"Talk about tough.." Tamaki walked up to you and slowly gave you a hug while blushing "t..thanks for the invite"

You just smiled and nodded your head "it's nothing, let's eat before the food gets cold".

Mirio sat next to you while Najire and Takami sat in front of both of you, everything was calm while she talked about that one test that was so annoying to fisinh since the teacher was scolding everyone about not cheating with Mirio, and Takami was talking to you about how he saw mochi with matcha and wanted to try one day.

After eating, everyone was sitting at the sofa, you sat between Mirio, who was resting against the couch arm, and Takami who was helping Najire pick a comedy. Your boyfriend softly patted you hair as you drew circles with your finger in his chest, ever so slightly rubbing your hand with a ghost like touch and his cheek, caressing him.

Najire finally found a suitable movie and you could the little tension on Tamaki's shoulders melt away, even in those little moments he was a bit anxious.

While trying to find a comfortable position he ended up slipping on the fabric of the couch and resting against you, he emidiatly blushes and blurted an apology.

"It's fine, really, you can rest on me, we're friends Tamaki" he tensed up and slowly rested his weitgh against you, the red never leaving his cheeks.

Around midnight everyone was blacked out on the sofa, you back against Mirio's chest, Tamaki between your legs with his back against your chest and Nejire curled up on the couch arm and her hair around her.

○○○○○

As the morning rolled up, your eyes slowly opened, wasinhg the sleepiness away, looking around the room you noticed that the spot Najire occupied once was empty, the faint sound of water running in one of the bathrooms made you realize that she was taking a shower.

You wanted to get up and make breakfast, but in you current position you wouldn't be moving until Mirio and Tamaki woke up, and considering how tired they were you knew that I wouldn't be any time soon.

You looked at the ceiling while resting your head in Mirio's chest and petting Tamaki's hair softly. Singing quietly to yourself you waited as Nejire finished her bath and probably stole some of your clothes since no one was ready to pass out on the sofa.

"Hey (Y/n)-chan?" Nejire came to view as she tried to dry her long blue hair on a towel "Can I use your hairdryer?"

"Of course, but can I ask you a favor before you dissapear for 4 hours?"

"Three and sure" she laughed slightly

"Can you grab my phone on the coffee table?"

She nodded and handed you the phone before leaving, all you could hear was the muffled sound of the hairdryer doing it's best to dry Najire's ginormous hair.

You felt Tamaki move under your hand and against you chest, he then slowed opened his dark blue eyes to let the light in the room fill them.

"W-when did I feel asleep?" He asked tilting his head upwards to see your face but emidiatly turned five different shades of pink and red "I was sleeping on y..you?"

"Yeah" you couldn't help but smile "I think we just were so tired everyone just blacked out some at some point during the movie"

"Feels like I haven't slept in a month"

Mirio's voice surprised you making you jump slightly, he noticed and let ou a small and tired laugh.

Tamaki got up from the couch and was going to the bathroom in the hallway

"Naji is in there, you can use the one on my room" you said, also getting up and stretching

"Our room, I sleep in there too you know?" Mirios protested stretching himself on the couch and letting out a low groan "And I have to find something to Tamaki wear"

"Maybe some of my clothes fit you, cuz yours will look like a dress, even on him"

"We'll find something, c'mon Tamaki"

Mirio got up and walked with him to your room, leaving you alone in the living room.

"Maybe I can go for a shower"

○○○○○

As soon as everyone had taken a shower and dressed, you were all deciding a place to go eat breakfast. Tamaki was wearing one of you hoodies, since you were a fan of buying bigger sizes it fit almost perfectly, the hoodie was a light yellow and had white striped and the sleeves and he was wearing the pants from yesterday.

Najire stole a white shirt was a little frong and some shorts of yours, Mirios was wearing a white shirt and a black and red jacket and finally, you were in a loose green crop top with a black cardigan and sweet pants.

You all decided to go to nice small restaurant who served the best and fluffiest pancakes in town, as you walked down the street, you arm was linked with Mirio's as he was talking happily to you and you just thought to yourself how lucky you were to have these three on your life.

[baekkxong]

Stay Here

Pairing: EXO Jongdae (Chen) X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,068

47: “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

77: “Are you jealous?”

79: “Stop hogging all the blankets!”

98: “Don’t touch me.”

143: “Just how stupid do you think I am?”

send me a number + an idol

A/N damn fitting five prompts into one scenario was more difficult than I thought lol

ALSO THESE EXO TEASERS ARE KILLING ME

It was clear Jongdae and you were going to become more than friends. You’d known each other for a while, constantly throwing flirtatious comments and teases back and forth between each other. Both your feelings were obvious. Your relationship was built up over sarcasm, jokes and making fun of one another; you were rarely serious.

Jongdae’s friends always teased the both of you about it, asking over and over when you’d finally get together. While you’d both turn away in flustered, embarrassed messes, you couldn’t help but wonder the answer to the question. Was Jongdae going to make a move? Or did it depend on you? You couldn’t help but think about it all the time.

The two of you had frequent movie nights, taking it in turns on where you’d spend it. Today, it was Jongdae’s turn to host the occasion. You’d walked over to his apartment, carrying a bag full of snacks which you’d bought along the way.

It had been a humid summer’s night, thick with heat. It wasn’t a short trip, the walk taking about 40 minutes, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed strolling through the city while it was quieter. You’d been so hot when you’d arrived, Jongdae had supplied you with one of his own t-shirts so you could change out of your uncomfortably warm jacket.

You’d built a sort of fort on the sofa – blankets and cushions splayed all round the living room. It looked childish; Jongdae’s energy never failed to bring out your playful side. You were nearing the end of ‘Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire’, a bowl of popcorn in your lap and legs tangled with Jongdae’s.

“You know,” you began, “I can’t help but find Draco Malfoy pretty attractive,” you commented.

“What?! You like Draco Malfoy?” Jongdae exclaimed.

“Mmm,” you mumbled. “I dunno, it’s just something about him.”

“Well, I couldn’t disagree more,” Jongdae huffed, hastily crossing his arms.

“What, are you jealous?” you chuckled, taking another handful of popcorn.

His cheeks flared up and he raised his eyebrows in alarm, looking away and fixing his eyes on the TV.

“No…”

You smiled to yourself.

The movie finally came to an end and you were beginning to shrug your jacket back on. Jongdae glanced with concern out the dark window, leaning against the frame and holding the curtain out the way. Drops of water were hammering against the glass. He dropped the curtain.

“Err, Y/N? Have you seen the weather outside?” Jongdae asked, concerned.

“Why, what is it?”

“A storm.”

The lights were set dimly, a flash of lightning from outside suddenly brightening up the room. You hesitated.

“It’s okay, I’ll find a taxi,” you sighed. You pulled open his front door and stood in the hallway outside, while Jongdae accompanied you. He leaned against the frame of his door. You tucked your hands in the pockets of your jacket.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, what else can I do? I don’t fancy walking in the pouring rain and getting struck by lightning.”

Jongdae looked at the floor and inhaled softly, his feet awkwardly shuffling and playing with the welcoming mat. He looked up.

“What I mean is, you could… you could stay here?” he suggested, a shy and hopeful smile adorning his lips. You pretended to think about it, though really you were wondering if something would finally happen between you. If either of you would initiate something. Would you sleep in the same room? Same bed? Your insides began fluttering with excitement.

You both knew you wanted to, too anxious to breathe the thoughts plainly aloud. When it came to moments like these, your relationship was like embarrassed school children: a collection of blushes, shyness and bundles of nerves.

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? Come in!” He opened the door wider in welcoming and tugged at your sleeve, pulling you back inside. You undressed yourself from the jacket and hung it back up, next to his. You remarked at the way your jackets hung next to each other and how your shoes also sat neatly against one another. Domestic, you thought.

Suddenly it was 3am and the both of you were in the large double bed that belonged to him. It was unbelievably comfy, and you loved the way it was just so Jongdae. His pillows had his scent all over them and you loved it.

The storm was still raging outside, thunder bellowing and echoing in the sky outside. It only heightened the sense of safety and comfort in Jongdae’s room, the cosy bed becoming a small haven for the two of you.

“Stop hogging all the blankets!” you hissed playfully, tugging them completely from Jongdae and cocooning yourself in them. Jongdae cringed as his uncovered skin was exposed to the cool air of his bedroom.

“Hey!” he yelped, reaching his arms around you and battling with the bed sheets.

“Get off, don’t touch me,” you quipped, pretending you were annoyed. You began slowly discarding the blanket from yourself and allowing Jongdae some.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he dared, half whispering. You froze on your side while fiddling with the covers, facing away from Jongdae. You craned your neck and twisted your body to face him, smiling.

The only source of light was the small lamp on his bedside table, creating a vague yellowish light in the room and casting restless shadows along the walls. The light enhanced the shade of Jongdae’s skin, the tan coinciding nicely with his dark, messy hair.

“You think I’m cute...?” you teased, a glint in your eye causing Jongdae to sheepishly look away.

“No…” he lied, a grin splayed on his face, the pretty corners of his mouth tilting upwards. You turned fully on your side, narrowing your eyes and leaning your head on your hand.

“Just how stupid do you think I am?” you asked, a soft pink colour obvious on your cheeks. Jongdae didn’t know how to respond, he simply looked into your eyes with anticipation. The both of you were slowly edging towards one another, still lying on your sides.

“Y-You’re actually quite intelligent,” he stuttered, finding some excuse of an answer to your question. Your lips were inches away from each other, slightly parted as you felt his breath tickling your skin.

“It was rhetorical,” you whispered, before crashing your lips together in a kiss full of long-wanted passion and desire.

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Request: Hi! Can you do an imagine with the twelfth doctor where the reader is his companion and they're always really optimistic and happy and stuff and the docor, being rather grumpy and sarcastic, always acts like he's annoyed by it but he secretely loves their optimism and it makes him happy? Thank you!

Requester: @just-a-smol-squish

Pairing: Twelfth Doctor x Optimistic!Companion!Reader

Warning: None

Words: 1344

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"DOCTOR, DOCTOR LOOK!" 

The Doctor didn't look around from his position behind the column of the console, the only trace of him being there the swish of the bottom of his jacket occasionally poking out. As more of your cries and shouts echoed around the metallic framing of the TARDIS he sighed, a hidden smile on his face, and peeked around to see what commotion you were squealing about, his signature frown scrunched back onto his face. 

"What?" He asked sharply. 

You were leaning out the TARDIS, your only anchor to staying inside being one foot on the frame and a hand holding the door. You twisted around to show the Doctor a bright grin as you frantically pointed towards a slowly incoming white planet, your hair blowing gently in the soft atmosphere the TARDIS provided. A smile twitched at his mouth but he smothered it with a deeper frown. 

"What did I tell you about opening those doors? Can you get down from there?" His tone annoyed as he shuffled over, wagging a finger at you and gesturing you to come back, "I'm not catching you if you fall." 

You giggled at his scrunched up face and leaned further out just to watch him flinch and reach for you, making you laugh harder. 

"But look at that planet!" You said wondrously, turning your attention back the growing larger ball. You could just make out the shapes of snow-covered continents and swirling clouds in its atmosphere. 

"That's Chione, named after the Greek Goddess of snow. The planet is in constant winter but isn't cold because of its position in a binary star system." He explained monotonously, watching your face become more fascinated and your smile growing wider. 

"Can we go?" You asked excitedly. He grumbled, muttering about how boring it was, and you whined, still unable to wipe the smile of your lips, "Please!" 

"Fine." The Doctor gave in dramatically. You squealed in delight before your eyes widened. 

"Let me just grab something!" You bustled off into the Tardis, manoeuvring through the familiar corridors and ducking into your room to rummage around under your bed and pull out the small yellow camera. Hooking it around your neck, you quickly checked you had a satisfying amount of film left and, smiling excitedly, making your way back to the console room. 

"Ready to go?" He proclaimed, crooking his elbow sarcastically. You beamed, naive to his mocking gesture, and looped your arm in his. 

"Ready!" The camera bounced comfortingly against your stomach as you slowly exited the TARDIS. 

As you entered the snow covered world the breath was sucked out of you. Glistening ice crystals flaked across the bare branches of the trees, frozen dew stuck to the purple blades of grass beneath your feet, statues littered the suspected park you had landed in, dusted with the soft frozen power, adding a sharper element of gleam to their shining metal forms. Ripping your arm from The Doctor suddenly, you sprinted over to raise your camera to your eye and snap a picture of the idyllic scene, waving the photo as it spat it out before placing it in your pocket. 

From there The Doctor couldn't have stopped you if he tried. He watched you bolt around the area, snapping pictures of anything you could find. The laughter that followed you, as you rushed back past him to take a picture of a snow-sprinkled TARDIS, was the most difficult reason he had against smiling. The most he allowed himself to show was an amused small smile on his lips. You turned back to him when he was looking away at the doubled sunned sky and smiled at his appearance. Particles of snow powdered across his messy grey hair and a rare smile was sculpted on his mouth; you slowly lifted to the camera to your eye and, fiddling with the focus so it was just right, snapped the photo and caught it seeping out, wafted it gently, and, with a tender stare at the remaining real moment, slipped it into your pocket. 

A couple of alien lifeforms wandered into the clearing you stood in, and, spotting them, you wasted no time in happily asking them to take a picture of the both of you. Skipping back towards The Doctor to where he was stood in your previous shot, you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

"Say icicles!" You whispered and quickly kissed his cheek, feeling the wrinkles in his skin to reveal his smile. The lifeforms jumped and laughed at the clicking noise and the subsequent mechanical noise of the exiting photo, as you grinned and thanked them, taking the camera back. 

Tucking the photo in your pocket, you suddenly shivered violently. Their second sun had finally begun to set, shades of blue and purple reaching across the darkening sky, the surrounding temperature dropping rapidly. Letting go of your camera to feel it bounce against your stomach, you gripped your arms, teeth chattering wildly. 

"You okay?" The Doctor looked over his shoulder as he noticed you had gone silent. 

"Y-Yeah." You shivered again, hair whipping around your face from the icy wind. He turned around fully to see the pink blossoming fuller on your cheeks and nose, and fingers clutching your arms. "It sure g-gets cold here, h-huh?" 

He shuffled closer to you, shrugging off his blazer to place it around your shoulders, "The neutral temperature only lasts for as long as one of the Suns are up," He explained, tightening it around your arms, pulling you in for a hug and rubbing your arms. You rest your head on his chest, grateful for the warmth, "The good news is night here only lasts for an hour or two depending on the time of years, but temperature can drop to -20 degrees sometimes-" 

"Doctor, as much as I find your ramblings adorable, I like being being warm a bit more right now." You cut in, teeth chattering around your syllables. He jumped in recognition and gently led you quickly back to the TARDIS, a warm arm around you, and the light of the twilight projecting kaleidoscopic shades of indigo to pink onto the winter wonderland scene, following you. 

A few moments later you found yourself wrapped up in a comfy blanket, fingers clasped around a mug of a hot drink and a pleasantly warm hot water bottle in your lap as you sat on the floor of the console room, the photos you had taken spread around you on the floor. All now completely developed, you sorted through them to discard blurry and other unsatisfying ones to leave a handful of photos you were happy with. The Doctors feet stepped into your peripheral vision and you looked up with a wide smile, patting the spot next to you. He groaned as he settled down next you. 

"These ones are my favourite." You said softly, a satisfied smile lingering on your lips as you passed him the two top photos: the one of the two of you and the one of him. He peered at them, emotion clouding his eyes for a moment before he sniffed deeply. 

"They're nice." He said a little hoarsely. You laughed lightly, leaning to rest your head against his shoulder. 

"This one," You took back the one of only him and placed it back on your pile, "Is for me. To remember you with. And this one," You pointed to the one of the two of you, "Is for you." 

"Well, thank you, but I don't know where I'd put it." He said harshly but still handled the photo tenderly. You looked up at him to meet his eyes with a sleepy smile. 

"I'm sure you'll find somewhere." You murmured, standing up to go back to the kitchen and wash up your empty mug. 

He watched you leave, blanket trailing behind you, before standing up and stepping over the rest of the photos. The Doctor looked back down at the photo in his hand, smiled lightly for a moment, and tucked it into his inside pocket. 

To remember you with. 

#bbc #BBC Doctor Who #Twelfth Doctor #twelfth doctor imagine #twelfth doctor x reader #doctor who imagine #doctor who x reader #reader inserts

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Yo those Q's are cute will u do me a solid and do all of them?

1. what colors are in your room?

Dark orange, cream, and gold

2. who was your favorite school teacher?

Basically every English teacher I’ve ever had. 

3. what are some passions of yours?

Writing, reading, watching films, eating sushi, and being around the people that I love 

4. when you drink coffee, do you like it black or with cream and sugar?

already answered in a separate post

5. are you self-conscious about anything? if so, what?

e v e r y t h i n g 

6. do you have any tips for self-love?

already answered in a separate post

7. do you have any stuffed animals? Do you name them?

I have a stuffed rabbit and a stuffed fox. The rabbit is named Alice and the fox is named Cadence.

8. do you like drawing or painting more?

doodling is where it’s at 

9. how do you sleep?

not well

10. what are some things that always make you smile?

already answered in a previous post

11. living in the city, mountains, small town, or out in the middle of nowhere?

city living is where it’s at 

12. what's your dream house?

A really cozy apartment or a loft? that’d be fun. Or a colonial fashion house with a yellow exterior and cobblestone accents. 

13. how many pets do you wish to have?

3. I have my dog now, but I also want a german shepherd and a calico cat. 

14. have you ever dyed your hair? do you want to? what color?

lol yeah, I’ve had almost every damn shade of red and then got too tired of doing that so now it’s just dark brown. I wouldn’t mind dying it some sort of turquoise or emerald green? That’d be fun 

15. what's your opinion on keeping a diary?

It’s great for looking back on the good times 

16. what's your opinion on keeping an art journal?

HONESTLY they’re beautiful and I encourage everyone to try to have some form of creative outlets

17. any art tips?

You are asking the w r o n g person my dude

18. talk about a moment where time stopped

time is an illusion anyways so why does it matter?

19. do you keep playlists for your music?

HECK YES I’m honestly a whore for sectioning songs off into playlists

20. is there anyone out there that you trust with your life?

Idk, my sister?

21. are you your number one priority?

N O 

22. do you always type correctly or do you make millions of typos?

Not usually unless it’s my annoying sister or somebody that is bothering me 

23. recommend some music!!

Daft Punk Boys by Bad Suns

Growing Up by Phil Good

Helena Beat by Foster The People 

24. are your nails perfectly painted, chipped, or plain?

P L A I N 

25. do you believe in wishing on a shooting star?

For sure, but I’m not sure it actually does any good 

26. did you see the eclipse? describe it!!

no :’) 

27. tell us what you love about nature

It’s spontaneity and damn are trees pretty

28. who are you? describe yourself!

My name is Becca, I’m 17, a hufflepuff & a scorpio. I’m allergic to seafood, and bunnies, but I love both soooo. My favorite childhood movie is All Dogs Go To Heaven and my favorite Superhero is Spider-dude. 

29. what type of music do you like, and why?

Alternative/ Indie pop 

30. what's your favorite clothing store? why do you love it so much?

Charlotte Russe because it has high quality clothes in my sizes 

31. thrift stores or name brand stores?

Both? 

32. do you like wearing your s.o clothes?

BITCH WHAT SIGNIFICANT OTHER :’) 

   yes

33. when did you start tumblr? why did you decide to?

because I wanted to get to the source of da memes 

34. what's your face care routine?

try not to cry when I look in the mirror :’) , and if I do cry I use my tears as a moisturizer 

35. freckles or dimples?

F R E C K L E S 

36. name something you think should be banned from the universe

Tronald J. Dump 

37. tell us something you did as a kid that you loved

I loved to catch frogs and I read a lot of books homie 

38. mom or dad?

mom 

39. do you buy expensive things just for the aesthetic or do you actually use everything you buy?

I literally don’t use any of the things I buy except for clothes damn I have a problem 

40. tell us about something you're strongly opinionated about

I already answered this in a previous post

41. do you take peoples advice or do you have to figure things out yourself?

I ask for advice from multiple people, and then I sort of find a part of all the advice that has common ground and try to apply it to my situation 

42. bra or no bra?

no bra 

43. would you rather be cute or comfy?

HONESTLY COMFY IS CUTE SO HECK OFF 

44. tell us about a moment in your life where everything went just perfect

I don’t remember 

45. do you believe in anything? aliens? god? bigfoot?

I’m a Sasquatch bitch. Also, aliens are out there soooo 

46. how much water do you drink a day?

Not enough @doctormelapples

47. how do you feel about your natural hair?

I miss it. I used to have some curls in my hair, but I dyed it so much that the texture of my hair changed a bit. 

48. what does the sky look like right now? clear? cloudy? pink? blue? rainy?

It’s a very light blue with some spaced out cloud placement 

49. would you be a prince or a king? princess or a queen?

None of the above, that’s too much pressure 

50. tell us about your favorite outfit!

Off the shoulder gray knit sweater with black ripped jeans

51. name a few things you love about yourself

My eyes, my freckles, my humor, my creativity, and my determination 

52. are you open-minded?

Yeah my dude 

53. do you judge? could someone come to you in any situation they're in and you not judge them?

I really try not to be a judgmental person, but everyone has flaws and it’s definitely one of those things that I’m working on. 

54. do you like planning ahead?

I HAVE TO 

55. tell us how you feel about school

stop

56. talk about your first pet

A small orange cat named Angel. She was satan i swear to god 

57. chocolate or strawberry milk?

chocolate 

58. were you/are you in a fandom? if so, what?

A GOOD AMOUNT 

59. spotify, pandora, or itunes?

I’m a spotify kinda bitch 

60. favorite disney princess movie?

The Princess and The Frog 

61. favorite disney movie

Bolt 

62. what's a subject that you think people don't talk about enough?

English 

63. how long does it take you to let your phone update?

Idk, 20 minutes? 

64. describe the fifth picture on your phone!

A blurry tree with string lights hanging from the branches. Taken at 2:04 am, August 16th, 2017 

65. favorite movie and why?

I hate this question because I am a film enthusiast and honestly I love too many movies for such different reasons 

66. do you watch studio ghibli? what's the first one you saw? what's your favorite one?

Not really, I just never got into studio ghibli movies 

67. you're home alone. describe how the setting is. music? what kind of music? tv on? what show?

Music: loud

TV: on

Movies: playing

bra: off

Food: eaten 

68. how often do you say "i love you"?

Too much and not enough 

69. do you have any weird things you obsess over?

p e n c i l s 

70. do you like being single or do you wish you had a partner?

depends on the day idk

71. what's the last drink you had?

a caramel macchiato 

72. talk about the easiest person to talk to

she’s a real ass bitch and all around classy gal 

73. give us some of your favorite blogs!

@doctormelapples, @parkersenses

74. if you could have one wish, what would it be?

Wish for free college and a successful future thx

75. do you sing in the shower?

It’s best for everyone if they never know 

76. how often do you shave? or do you wax? or do you not shave?

I shave according to my outfit choice 

77. tell us about a habit you wish you could stop

I wish I could stop tapping on everything 

78. do you listen to your own advice?

No, I’m not a stable person thx 4 asking 

79. do you love yourself? if not, are you trying to?

It’s a work in progress

80. tell us about your favorite halloween!! what did you dress up as? did you get a lot of candy?

When I was younger I used to have these poppin halloween parties and one year I had a haunted house and dressed up as a haunted doll it was fun tis all 

Also, I was late to my own party 

81. first memory that pops in your head, talk about it.

First day of school in my junior year. I was late and have been late every first day since then.

82. how are you? what are you feeling? how has your week gone?

I think things are going well 

83. rant.

It’s almost impossible for me to rant? So thank you, but no thank you 

84. do you worry about something a lot? if so, what?

Already answered in a previous post 

85. do you think long distance works?

I’m sure it works for the right people 

86. would you date someone younger than you? older than you?

Yeah, I don’t really mind dating a bit out of my age range as long as our mentality matches?

87. name some people you'd love to meet

Tom Holland thx 

88. what were some things you were scared of as a kid?

My older sister’s scream mask and knives 

89. tell us about your favorite birthday

My friends surprised me with a birthday cake and a bunch of presents during my school lunch and the cafeteria sang to me?? I had v good friends. 

90. how is high school?

It was definitely a journey 

91. tell us the worst pick-up line you've ever heard

None of them because I have never had a pick-up line used on me. ehhhhh 

92. every been groped or catcalled? how'd it make you feel? what did you do?

People can be disgusting and they don’t understand that your body isn’t there just for them to touch, so fuck that person who thought it was 

93. opinion of feminism?

F E M I N I S M IS THE F U T U R E 

94. tell us about a time you got embarrassed

Today in class when I was late :’) 

95. ever had a pregnancy scare? tell us about it!

jinkies 

96. tell us about your best friend

All she talks about water but it’s okay because she’s pure and beautiful

97. what's your opinion on planning your life out?

I mean, it’s nice and extremely helpful to have a timeline or a potential outline for how you want your life to turn out. But don’t expect everything to go according to plan?? Like, just leave a bit of wiggle room in your future for unexpected adventures. :) 

98. describe what you think afterlife is like

energy cannot be created nor destroyed 

99. talking on the phone or texting?

Talking on the phone because I’m lame as heck over text 

100. how do you feel about the way most teachers treat students?

alReADy ANswerEd in a PREviOus PosT 

101. what's a word you use more than others?

H E C K

heck

heckin

hecking 

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Saiou Day Prompt!

Hey everyone! Happy Saiou Day!! ☆ I just had to do something for them, so I wrote a short one shot... 

For a quick summary, Shuichi and Kokichi are older adults here. After helping out a client, Shuichi was given two tickets for a week long stay at a ryokan inn! He invites Kokichi, and they have a soft moment in the onsen, and later tonight as well...

Now I hope you guys enjoy and thank you very much for giving it a read, if you do! ♥ 

A week long stay at a ryokan inn: it was what the wealthy client Shuichi helped in a big case offered him as thanks. While it was a rather luxurious inn, it still had a traditional look to it. The rooms had comfy futons, and the balcony allowed one to get a great view of the zen garden and onsen baths. Shuichi was given two tickets, so he could bring one more person with him. The person he asked first, and his priority choice: was Kokichi. Shuichi was admittedly nervous at first if Kokichi couldn’t make it when he called him to ask, since the other had been out of the country recently… but thankfully, Kokichi was already back in Japan by then. And with his surprising arrival, came along to the inn with Shuichi. As soon as they had settled in their room, ate dinner and everything, he practically dragged Shuichi to the hot springs, since no one was out there this late.

 The heat of the water combined with the cold night breeze, combined with the starry sky and mountains and forest in the background, made for an overall fantastic view and relaxing atmosphere. Slowly, the detective could feel the stress and tension of long and busy work days seeping out of him, uttering a hum in content as he closes his eyes. "This feels so nice... thanks again for wanting to come along with me, Ouma-kun. ...Even if you nearly gave me a heart attack with how you suddenly appeared."

"Nishishi! It was so funny! Saihara-chan screamed so loud, I thought he was going to crash his car!” Kokichi snickers, beaming a smile. “So close..."

"Wh-What’s supposed to mean! My car was already parked, anyway... and if you suddenly saw a creepy face appear in your car mirror, thinking you were alone in there: yeah, I think anyone would be pretty startled! I still can't believe you hid on the floor of the backseat the entire ride, and I somehow never noticed..."

"Well of course you didn't notice: I'm the Ultimate Supreme Leader, after all. How else will I be able to succeed in eventually assassinating you if I can't even hide myself that well, hmm? I only spared your life this time because you invited me here, Saihara-chan..." 

"Whatever you say, Former Ultimate Supreme Leader." Despite the snarky remark, there was fondness in Shuichi's tone. Over the years since they've graduated from Hope's Peak together, the two became even closer. Even if there were times they couldn't talk in a while, with Shuichi being busy with cases and Kokichi having objectives to do outside the city: they still kept in touch by phone. This would be the first time in a long while that the two would be able to spend time together without their jobs getting in the way. It made Shuichi happy.... And in turn, the fact he was going to be spending a week here with Shuichi, made Kokichi’s heart race.

Exchanging the occasional comment or two aside, the boys were quiet as they enjoyed the onsen. Comforting silence in the presence of someone he liked, someone he trusted: for the former supreme leader, it was the best kind of feeling. He didn't have to put a guard up around Shuichi: he could just feel truly relaxed, without a care in the world. The bath also helped to relax Kokichi, who was normally out and about, so he hardly ever had the time to actually rest. He almost forgot how nice it felt when your body isn’t tense all the time, and allow the bath to mentally and physically sooth you. And to be able to do so with his beloved, no less.  "........" After a while, he breaks the silence. "Ne, Saihara-chan..." He begins, looking towards him. "...Why was I your priority choice? To invite here..." Even if he was sure why, something in him wanted to hear the answer from Shuichi, himself. After all, he thinks to himself: Shuichi has a lot of friends… many other choices he figured he would’ve picked first.

"Hm?" Shuichi gives a curious head tilt at that. "You're surprised? Well... it's because I have the most fun when I spend time with you, Ouma-kun. I...missed spending time with you." 

"......" The look on Kokichi's face is blank, yet the look in his eyes brightened, cheeks turning a light pink. "Saihara-chan... has the most fun with me. And he...missed hanging out with me. Ah..." Hearing the answer he  wanted to, made Kokichi much happier than he expected it to. "Shumai..." They were already sitting close to each other, but now Kokichi goes to scoot even closer until he was leaning against Shuichi’s shoulder. "...I missed spending time with you, too. And... whenever I have to leave the country for a long while, I miss Saihara-chan. It makes me really happy when he calls me, and texts me goodnight whenever it's nighttime in one of our timezones..." To be this willingly honest as he speaks... it was the kind of thing he would have struggled with much harder as a teenager. But overtime, and towards Shuichi: it was easier, and wanted him to know that.

"Ouma-kun..." Shuichi's cheeks turn a light pink, eyes looking down at him. A warm smile then appears on his face, before he leans against Kokichi in return. "Of course... I always like to make sure you're okay out there. It relieves me when knowing so..." Then an amused smile appears on his face. "...And to make sure you didn't end up getting yourself arrested. I'm a bit too busy to be flying out to bail you out... unless you deserved it." 

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean, huh?" He snickers, sitting back up straight so he could lightly tickle Shuichi's sides. "Getting sassy with me!"

"E-Ehehe, I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" He giggles, playfully swatting Kokichi's hands away. It makes Kokichi laugh even more in turn, finding that bright smile and laugh of Shuichi's so endearing. Everything about his beloved, he found so endearing... 

After they were done in the onsen, they changed into yukata robes and headed back to their room to get ready for bed. “The onsen was nice, wasn’t it? I feel so much more relaxed, I might just make this ryokan my new secret base.”

“You’re sure doing a great job at doing the actual “secret” part, Ouma-kun...” He jokes with a poke to his cheek, making Kokichi giggle. Their beds were pushed right against each other, almost looking as if it was just one big bed they were sharing together. “Though… I’m glad you enjoyed the onsen: I did, too. And to think we’ll be able to enjoy all this for the rest of the week…”

“Right? You know, my subordinates were practically begging me to accept your invitation on that night you called me, Saihara-chan. So annoying!” His tone was playful, showing he didn’t really mean that. “But I trust my subordinates: I know they’ll be fine without their boss there for a week.” Not to mention they just wanted their boss to be happy, spending this vacation with the person he loves. It made a warm smile appear on his face for a moment. He truly loved DICE, not knowing what he’d do without his precious family. 

“Hehe… you have a nice organization, Ouma-kun. I’m sure they wanted their wonderful boss to enjoy himself, as thanks for all he does for them.” He hums, smiling gently at him.

“Ah…” Flustered, Kokichi looks downward with a small whine, blushing softly. “Sh...Shumai’s always saying cheesy things out of nowhere. Geez…” He was embarrassed, but it did make him happy to hear. That even Shuichi thinks of him as a great leader…

“Ehehe, I-I mean it, though! You work very hard all the time, Ouma-kun. You deserve to just relax yourself like this… and I’ll make sure it’ll be worth it: we’ll have lots of fun during our vacation.”

“Nishishi…. Thanks, Saihara-chan. I don’t have to worry if you’ll uphold to that promise, since.. No matter what we do, or where we are: I always have fun, if it’s with my favorite detective.”

“Ouma-kun…” Now Shuichi’s cheeks were growing a shade of red, a soft giggle leaving him. “Well then I’m glad…. My favorite supreme leader.” A yawn leaving him, Shuichi was going to say goodnight… but instead, he grows silent. “.......” He suddenly looks nervous, and Kokichi can see it. 

“Saihara-chan…?” 

“Um… I was just wondering if… s-since our beds are so close, anyway… if you’d like to, u-um…” Eyes darting around nervously, he gives a small exhale. “C...Come even closer and ah...cuddle….” He whispers the last word, almost inaudibly. 

“.....!” Kokichi’s eyes widen for a moment, before a small laugh leaves him. “Hmm, I don’t know… do I?” But before Shuichi can respond, the smile on Kokichi’s face grows before he quickly scoots much closer to Shuichi, wrapping his arms around him. “Just kidding! Of course I’d want to, if it’s with Shumai.”

“H...Hehe…” Shuichi instantly wraps his arms around Kokichi in turn, emitting a happy sigh as he starts nuzzling him. He’s so happy he asked: the other feels so warm in his arms. “You’re so warm.. I like it. “ He brings a hand up to gently comb it through Kokichi’s hair, loving how smooth it felt in between his fingers. 

Kokichi gives a small content hum in response, closing his eyes to fully indulge in this as he nuzzles Shuichi back. He buries his face in Shuichi’s chest, feeling his heart pounding harder. He was also going to ask if they could cuddle, but he grew too nervous; so he was glad Shuichi asked him, instead. Just being snug in Shuichi’s arms like this… it’s what he always wanted. He feels safe in them, comfortable in them… and loved in them, too. For a moment, the thought of kissing him crossed his mind. “......” His eyes find themselves staring back up at Shuichi, who in turn looks down at Kokichi. “Shumai….”

“Ouma-kun…” For a moment, they got lost in each other’s eyes. Even if they weren’t saying anything right now, they could practically hear their hearts bouncing around loudly in their chests. The hand that was stroking Kokichi’s hair, was now caressing his cheek gently with his thumb. Deep down, they both couldn’t ignore it: the heavy tension in the air, the growing desire to be with each other. Maybe it was that, and maybe it was the overall heat of the moment: that Shuichi found himself starting to lean in closer to Kokichi’s face. It’s just before their lips touch, does he pause. “...May I….?”

He nuzzles Shuichi’s hand when he started caressing his cheek. And  when seeing the other starting to lean in, his breath hitches. So much was happening at once… everything he desired so badly. “.......” A small exhale to calm the pounding in his chest, he whispers the softest: “Yes.”

“Then…” Shuichi would go to finally close the distance between them, pressing his lips gently against his as both of their eyes slowly come to a close. He utters a content hum at how soft the other’s lips felt, continuing to caress his cheek slowly with his thumb.

Kokichi’s heart bounces in his chest when their lips met, sighing happily into the kiss. He leans in some more to deepen it, a hand making its way up into Shuichi’s hair to comb through it. When they break away, their lips are still very close. “...Again.” Is what he whispers before he plants his lips against Shuichi’s. 

Pulling Kokichi even closer to him, he happily indulges into the kiss once more. And even after that one, they kissed each other again, and again, and again. Long, deeper kisses, with soft pecks and pants in between… each kiss they gave each other, they poured all their love into it. It’s when they really do need to catch their breath, do they fully break away. Their faces are heated, pants are shaky and frantic…. And the look they give each other, was clouded with even more love and adoration for the other. “That… was nice… kissing Ouma-kun felt… really nice….”

“Sh...Shumai’s really nice to kiss, too. I want… I want to kiss and cuddle with you every night. I’ve always wanted to, with you, Saihara-chan…” He cups Shuichi’s cheeks in his hands. “That’s fine with you, right? Saiha….Shuichi…?”

“...!” His eyes widen at the use of his first name, and his cheeks darken even worse….but immediately, a loving smile appears on his face, giving a small nod. “Of course it is….Kokichi… since, since I… love you, after all. I love you…”

“Ahh….” Kokichi finds himself burying his face in Shuichi’s chest once more, letting out a small whine. “Sh...Shuichi’s g-going to kill me. My beloved really is trying to murder me… h-hehe….” Then after a small pause…. Kokichi looks up at him, with what would be… the warmest, happiest smile that Shuichi has even seen on him. “....I love you, too, Shuichi. For a long time, I have, my beloved….” 

The confession, and that smile, makes Shuichi’s heart so warm. “....You as well, Kokichi…..” He mumbles, before giving a forehead a soft kiss. A small yawn leaving him, he snuggles Kokichi closer into his arms once more. “...Let’s have a nice sleep, now. I’m looking forward to spending the rest of this vacation with you. With my...boyfriend….”

“Boyfriend… yeah: I’m… Shumai’s boyfriend, now….” Even just uttering it makes him feel giddy. “Hehehe… yep! That’s right! I want to check out more of this inn, explore the nearby town, have another onsen bath with you… I want to have lots of fun with Shuichi!!” He giggles, beaming. A yawn also leaving him, Kokichi gets nice and snug in Shuichi’s arms, whispering: “...Goodnight, my beloved. …And thank you: for inviting me here. This was already the best night of my night! And that is not a lie. Nishishi~!”

“Haha... you’re so cute...” He hums, rubbing small circles in his back. “...I’m happy to hear that, though, Kokichi. And thank you in turn for wanting to come with me. You’re already making this vacation worth it. And yeah… we’ll make sure to do all that. Now have a great sleep, Kokichi. Goodnight… I love you…” And eventually, the two drift off to sleep, in each other’s arms.

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