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soobnny · 2 years

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your name — sim jaeyun. strangers to lovers. university au. coffee shop au. jake just wants to know your name. tooth-rotting fluff. lots of playful flirting.

synopsis. you give a different fake name every time you come into the coffee shop jake works part time in and he just wants to know your real name bc ur cute but here he is scrawling “rainbow dash” into your stupid cup (5.1k words)

note. thank u again to cici for the help with the header T__T i owe u ltrly so much already !! also i’ve been gone for quite a bit so here’s a little thing i wrote for jake <3

The sound of the little bells on the door echoed around you as you and your best friend, Sunoo, entered the coffee shop you had been meaning to visit on your campus. You weren’t much of a coffee drinker, but today Sunoo had suggested that you accompany him to the cafe as your friends had pretty good reviews.

“You’re buying me something though.” You poke at his shoulder upon walking in, taking a couple of minutes to let your eyes wander around the cozy-looking shop.

There was a fairly steady stream of customers, drifting in and out of the shop with their friends. The place smelled of freshly brewed coffee and sweet warm caramel and chocolate mix, and you could see an array of freshly baked cookies and muffins displayed at the side.

The table was made of wood, and the place was lit brightly – so much so that you immediately recognize Yuna from the Veterinary Medicine department in the corner, sipping quietly on what you’d assume was coffee as she breezed through her homework. Beside her was a strict-looking Yeji. You assume the older girl had persuaded Yuna to finally finish her homework by bribing her with free coffee.

You look behind the counter to keep yourself busy, spotting the frothing machine, a few blenders, jugs of milk, and sacks of coffee beans placed neatly beside the coffee grinder. You could already tell Sunoo was going to be a regular patron of this coffee shop, and as his best friend, you’d be dragged along to come too.

“We did not get into that agreement, idiot.” You stop looking around the place when you feel a sting on your arm, Sunoo hitting it before walking forward towards the counter as the customer before you had successfully finished relaying his order and was now trying to find a seat.

“Yeah, well we’re having this agreement now.” The initial playful smile on your face is replaced by a dumbfounded expression the moment you meet eyes with the boy behind the counter.

You’re convinced your heart had done a million summersaults when he smiled at you.

“And suddenly she’s gone quiet. What happened to the agreement?” Mischief was laced in your best friend’s voice. “I’ll have a cappuccino please, and she will tell hers when she finds her voice again.” You feel your best friend tap you on the back as he moves to look for a seat.

“Uh, I’ll just have an iced chocolate, please.” You awkwardly shift around, looking anywhere but the barista who was quite possibly the most attractive person you have ever seen since stepping foot in this campus two years ago.

“Alright, I’ll need a name, please.” His voice was teasing, as if he had already figured out the little crush you had for him. You didn’t know whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the boy. He looked young, maybe around your age, and yet you hadn’t seen him around the campus.

Maybe he was a freshman? A senior?

For some reason, the sight of a smirk on his face has you tuning out everything and averting your eyes to nowhere in particular. You also don’t know why you’re suddenly thinking about the scene in Little Mermaid where Ariel runs a fork through her hair – was it from the babysitting last night?

The boy clears his throat, his smirk growing wider as he leans closer to you, probing you for an answer.

“Little Mermaid?”

You swear that you’ve never heard anything as beautiful as his laugh. You would’ve fallen right then and there if it wasn’t for the immense embarrassment that was bubbling in you. You want to disappear. If you could, you would’ve submerged yourself into the coffee grinder, leaving the coffee shop without drawing attention to yourself.

You wonder if his actions were flirtatious.

“Okay Ariel, I’ll call you when your orders are ready.” He gives you a quick wink before heading out to prepare your drinks.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t take you anywhere. You’re so embarrassing. I don’t wanna be associated with you.” Your best friend’s voice snaps you out of your trance and you immediately walk away from the counter towards the little table he was settled at.

“Little Mermaid? Seriously?” He continues to pry, snickering quietly to himself to try and suppress the loud laugh that was threatening to spill out. He fails, his snorts echoing through the sound of the employees calling out orders, through the murmur of voices, through laughter, through spoons clinking against metal.

A few people turn their heads in your direction.

“Shut up, he just caught me off guard!”

You try to defend yourself, running a hand down your face before dropping your head down at the table. Your eyes travel to his lean figure as he walks around the back of the counter. His shoulders were broad, and his shirt fit him perfectly.

You could tell he had a muscular frame from the way his arms were threatening to rip the material of his shirt whenever he moved around. The sight makes you dizzy.

“You’re drooling.”

You tilt your head to give Sunoo a glare before moving back to your original position, admiring him once again. He laughed some more, Sunoo never took your crushes seriously. He knew you were always too much of a coward to act on it. More often than not, he’d make the first move for you – getting their number, pushing you in their direction, or simply just telling them about your interest.

You recall locking Sunoo in the janitor’s room one time in revenge.

“Order for Sunoo and Ariel!” The boy from the counter calls out, Sunoo covering his face out of embarrassment as you approach the counter to get your orders.

“Thank you, uh, Jake?” You took a quick look at his nametag before giving him a little nod and walking back to Sunoo. You hand him his cappuccino before giving your straw a little twirl to make sure that the chocolate mixes well throughout the drink.

You trace the cup with your finger, a habit you realize you do a lot when drinking any beverage. The smell of Sunoo’s drink is strong, roasted coffee beans saturating the air around you as he sips peacefully on his drink. “Oh, this is good.” He mumbles under his breath, taking another sip. You wonder how he could tolerate hot drinks.

Staring down at your drink, you attempt to sneak a glance at the boy behind the counter. A goofy grin was plastered on his face as he made conversation with his co-worker.

There was a hint of playfulness behind his brown-colored eyes like he was telling his friend about something that had happened today. His eyes meet yours for a second, and you decide that the ceiling looked particularly interesting today.

You sigh out, picturing Jake sitting across from you, coffee in hand too. Sunoo stares at your dazed face before giggling to himself — barista boy had unknowingly become the subject to your daydreams.

The antique clock on the walls of the coffee shop reads 5:00 PM. You realize you’d have to leave soon to your dorm. “Okay, take a sip from my coffee before we go.” Sunoo pushes his mug towards your direction and you whine, reminding him you weren’t the biggest fan of hot drinks.

“Come on, just try it, and I can try to promise not to tell our other friends about your mishap today.” You glare at Sunoo before grabbing his mug and bringing it to your lips. The taste of coffee and a tinge of sweetness from the milk greets you. For a moment, you couldn’t exactly tell whether the warmth you felt was from the drink or from meeting Jake.

Sunoo laughs when you push the mug back in his direction, the type of laughter that spread across his face and reached his eyes. Something about you listening and drinking the hot beverage just to avoid letting your other friends know about the embarrassing scene that had taken place is so funny to him. Funny, because he knows he’s telling them anyway.

He drinks the remaining sips of his cappuccino before placing the mug to the side, standing up, and getting ready to leave.

You’re about to throw your cup when you notice more writing under “Ariel”.

“Next time, maybe give me your real name, you’re pretty cute :)”

A smile creeps up on your face upon reading the little message he had left on your cup. You immediately turn the cup away from where your prying best friend could see, throwing it in the bin in panic before folding your hands in front of you.

“You’re acting weird. Why are you staring at your cup like that?”

“I’m not, let’s get back to the dorms.”

Today, your name is Little Mermaid - for the way your voice caught in your throat the first time you laid eyes on Jake.

You go back to the coffee shop the next day to try and redeem yourself. You reason, he was bold enough to leave you a little note, so maybe he was interested too?

When you walk into the place, you immediately recognize the strong aroma of coffee beans and freshly-made pastries. You notice a few students already here too, despite it being so early in the morning. Probably to get their morning coffee.

“Hey, _______.” You turn your head to the source of the voice, one tired-looking Park Sunghoon. “We have our elective in 20 minutes, right?” You nod your head meekly, laughing nervously as you walk into the shop with him. It looks like he’s here to get some coffee too.

“Yeah, but I’m gonna be running late.”

“Same here. I need coffee. If I don’t, this will dictate how the rest of my day is going to be like – horrible.” You smile at Sunghoon, shaking your head. You never quite understood this boy, but he was still fun to talk to anyway.

“You go ahead.” You offer to have him get his orders first. You didn’t want to be rude, but you really didn’t want anyone listening in to your possible conversation with the attractive boy working the counter.

“You sure?” Nodding your head, Sunghoon takes it as his cue to tell his orders. Jay looks effortless as he works the espresso machine, a black apron over his shirt, and a nice pair of jeans. You wonder if he had any classes this morning.

You snap out of your thoughts when Sunghoon receives his cup, bowing down to you politely. “I’ll save you a seat.” You put your hands together in a pleading manner. “Yes, please.”

And then you hear a soft voice calling for the next customer.

When you walk toward the counter, you pretend to go over the menu despite already knowing what you want to get. Jake recognizes you right away, since the moment you walked in with Sunghoon. He didn’t know you knew Sunghoon?

Still, his lips form an instant smile at the sight of you, at knowing that you came back today.

“You’re back. Iced chocolate, right?”

Something warm bubbles up in your stomach when he mentions you being back in the shop as if he had been expecting you to come the whole day – even more when he has your order memorized.

“Yup.” You let out a nervous chuckle as you reach out to the money you had prepared in your pocket, taking it out and straightening the bills. Jake pushes it back in your direction. “This one’s on me.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“I mean..” Your eyes widen in surprise before you slowly nod your head, heat spreading to your cheeks. “Thank you!” He chuckles to himself, asking you to move aside in case any customers walked in before moving to prepare your drink.

How did he look so much prettier today? His eyes seemed to stick out the most, and only now were you really able to look at them in detail. They were beautiful, mesmerizing. In a way, it made him appear rather comforting. The hazel color was particularly brought out under the light from the coffee shop. He resembled a golden retriever.

“And your name?” His eyebrows were lifted up, holding your drink in his hand and testing if you’d finally give up your name to him. Something about the way he was looking at you made you feel a little playful.

“Scooby-Doo.” You settled, smiling mischievously when he lets out a snort at the name.

“Scooby-Doo, as in Scooby-Doo Where Are You?”

“Scooby-Doo, as in Scooby-Doo Where Are You.” Before he can say anything else, the bell rings from the door, bringing his attention to the new customer who had just walked in. “Don’t be a stranger.” A grin graced his face as he handed you your drink.

“Are you a Scooby Snack? Because I would do anything to have you >:)”

A little laugh escapes your lips upon seeing what he had written this time. How was someone referencing a childhood show so endearing to you? You turn back to him and raise your eyebrows with an amusing smile. He responds with a wink.

Scooby-Doo, for the way he reminded you of a really cute dog (you’re not quite sure why Scooby-Doo was the first fictional character to come to mind, but he seemed to play along with it just fine).

The next time you walk into the coffee shop, there was a line waiting before you.

You stand in the back and try to peek behind the counter to see if it was Jake who was working today. Upon seeing his familiar smile, an immediate smile made its way to your lips.

“Rainbow Dash.”

“Why not Twilight Sparkle?” Jake laughs, writing down your name for the day on your cup before preparing your drink.

“Why not Rainbow Dash?”

“Touche. Hey, I’d love to chat, but it’s getting a bit busy. Have a nice day, Rainbow Dash.”

The comment he had written on your cup for the day earns a laugh from you.

“You look like a rainbow, you're so dashing ;) sry i couldn’t think of anything cute”

Checking back on him for the last time, you notice he’s cooped up with working on a couple more orders but you don’t miss the red tint painting his cheeks. You roll your eyes as you trek back to your dorm, holding the cup close to your heart as you take occasional drinks.

You walk in to see Sunoo with Jungwon and Riki who were comfortably sitting on your small couch, watching some dumb show that was playing on your television.

You don’t know when you’d exactly become friends with these juniors (Riki still being in his last year of high school).

You’re sure you’d made friends with Jungwon through Student Council matters. He had been the representative for his year, as you were in yours, so you had to work a lot together. Naturally, he’d fit right into the puzzle with him in the middle of you and Sunoo. The both of them got along quite well too, claiming to have never had an argument since they met.

As for Riki, you have no idea how that came to be. You think, Sunoo knows him from his neighborhood -- that must’ve been how it started. You remember helping him with college applications just a few months ago so he could get into this university, and now he was freely visiting your dorm as it was already break for him in high school.

You hoped to see him around more. He really did seem to want to pass this university, so you only wished him the best (even offering your dorm for him to stay at - it wasn’t like he wasn’t already making it his own home).

"Now someone explain how these two ended up here while I was gone. Mind explaining yourselves?" You stand in front of them, hands on your hips with joking anger on your face.

"No," Riki answers, grabbing onto your arm to sit you down beside him so he could continue watching the show. Wordlessly, he tugs onto your arm, hugging onto it and resting his chin on your shoulder as he keeps watching his show. You smile fondly at the tall boy beside you. He might act like he didn’t care much about you, but you knew you were the closest thing he had to a sister figure.

"How was coffee shop boy? I mean, how was your visit to the coffee shop?" Jungwon inquires which earns Sunoo a well-deserved hit.

"You told them about him?"

"Yeah, I couldn't be alone witnessing you embarrass yourself. It makes for good comedic relief. Our lives are too boring, so you're adding a little spice into it, you know?"

“I actually hate all of you.”

“Why am I included?” Jungwon defensively replies back at you, pouting as he stops watering the plants in your dorm. “Keep that up, and your plants are going to die without me.”

“Because you’re stealing my snacks.” You grab the bag of chips that he was previously chewing on, discarded on the table as he decided it was time to take care of the plants in your dorm.

“Chew with your mouth closed,” Riki says, eyes still trained on the television as you roll your eyes before mockingly leaning towards Riki, chewing a bit louder than usual.

You meet the floor.

“Let me guess, Rainbow Dash?” You heard Riki snicker under his breath, head snapping to the direction of Sunoo who was staring at the empty cup of iced chocolate.

“Shut up!” You stick your tongue out at them, yanking the cup away from Sunoo.

“He’s definitely flirting with you. Is he cute?” Jungwon shoots his eyebrows up and down, trying to get some details from you. He’s seated beside Riki now, taking your previous spot, with his arms wrapped around a throw pillow on your couch as he faces in your direction. He leans closer to hopefully hear all the details about your latest crush.

“Sit, sit.” It’s clear Jungwon’s excited about the gossip, patting the seat next to him. Riki pushes him a bit though, tapping rather aggressively on the now empty spot beside him (in between him and Jungwon). You take a seat and Riki resumes to his previous position,

“Yeah, he was definitely cute and he keeps writing on her cup even with her dumb ass names, so he must really like you.” Sunoo rolls his eyes, plopping himself forcefully in between you and Jungwon, grabbing a handful of chips from your hands.

“Sunoo, I hope you slip from mop water in McDonalds.”

Rainbow Dash, for no particular reason. It was the first name to come to head.

It was a Thursday morning when you found yourself wandering inside the coffee shop. Today was different though, schoolwork had drained you and you were experiencing an overwhelming feeling of sadness, you couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was that failed test you had studied so hard for?

You were just tired.

Simply tired that you lived in a world that was so exhausting sometimes. You were tired of uncertainties. Tired of investing so much time into something that turned out to be a failing grade anyway.

Upon seeing you, Jake was quick to fix up your usual drink. It was particularly early so no one else was in the coffee shop except for another co-worker who was tending things in the back.

“And your name for today is?”

“I’ll go with Eeyore.”

Jake immediately notices the shift in the air around the both of you. Being highly observant and intuitive really had its perks, plus your choice of name concerned him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Just tired.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You shake your head and he immediately understood. Jake was being incredibly mindful of your current mood, and he didn’t want to drag you out to do something that you didn’t want to.

“It’d be nice to have some company though.” Your voice was meek and Jake was quick to step out of the counter to sit you down on a table. It went on like that for a few minutes, and the peaceful trance was broken when he heard a quiet sniffle. His eyes were laced with concern as he sat a bit closer to you, offering his shoulder for you to cry on which you unknowingly accepted.

“I’m sorry, everything’s just been so tiring, and I shouldn’t be taking this out on the cute barista I really enjoy seeing. He might think I’m a weirdo.” Jake laughs a little. Even in this mood, you could still goof around.

“Giving up sounds so good right now.” You pull away from his shoulder, trying to wipe at the wet spot that was on his shirt. “I’m sorry about your shirt.”

“It’s alright, I have a lot more shirts back in the dorm.” He smiles fondly as you keep trying to rub at the spot you had cried on. “And, you know, I advise you to give whatever it is another try, go a little slower even, just don’t stop. You’re probably exhausted for all the right reasons, hell, you’re tired because you’re growing and because you’re trying.”

You nod your head at him, sniffling and wiping at your already dry eyes. Jake is so warm and gentle with his actions and words, maybe even unknowingly comfort personified. “Who would’ve thought you had a way with words when all you could use to write is that I looked like a rainbow, and I was so dashing.”

A loud boisterous laugh echoes inside the small coffee shop, and you find yourself smiling.

No pick-up line today, just his words repeating in your head over and over again. Go a little slower, just don’t stop.

Eeyore, for the way you keep on going despite being so exhausted with the world.

You walk in with a little more pep in your step the next week and seeing you brings an instant smile on Jake’s face.

“I was starting to miss you.” Jake sends you a smirk which you roll your eyes to. “I’m doing it. I’m going slowly.”

“I’m glad to hear that, although you do owe me your name after crying all over my shoulder.”

“Ha! Nice try, but you offered so I don’t owe you anything…. except maybe my deepest gratitude for hearing me out and implanting a new reminder I repeat to myself every time I feel like giving up.”

“It’s all good, seeing you around is enough. It’s a small highlight of my day.”

“Stop that.” You were trying to fight the smile that was threatening to show.

“I don’t think so. I like seeing the effect I have on you. You should be aware you have the same on me right? Oh, and name?” The smirk never once left his face as he peered down at you. You were sure he knew what he was doing to you, and you were frustrated at how he could just play that off so casually. How was flirting so easy for him?

“Wendy Darling.”

“Hm, a little different today, but I like it.”

He scribbled something down on your cup before stopping halfway when his name was called by the coworker who always seemed to just be working in the back.

“Duty calls. See you around?”

“See you around.”

That day, your cup read “Then I’ll be your Peter Pan, and you would be my happy thought so I’ll be able to fly.”

Wendy Darling, for the way he made you feel like a kid again.

The next time you see him, it isn’t in the coffee shop.

You coincidentally meet each other on the campus as you’re walking home from the Student Center. You had just eaten an early dinner so you can focus on your homework when you get home. Jake sees you rushing out of the center, and he bites back a smile.

“I’m gonna have to go guys. Early night for me.” He’s quick to drink the remaining sips of his water bottle before he’s putting a hoodie on, patting Jay and Sunghoon in the back before skipping to follow after you.

Jake has his hands in his pockets as he speeds up his pace to catch up with you. “Hey!”

You look back at the person calling at you, eyes widening at the recognition of the face. You immediately stop in your tracks, feeling your breath hitch before sending him a small wave. This is the first time you’re seeing him outside the coffee shop, and fuck, he looked brilliant.

“Wendy Darling?”

“I think today I’ll go for Tinky Winky.”

“Telletubies, really?” He laughs, and it makes you swoon. You cannot fathom that the boy walking next to you, the pretty, genuine, nice, golden Jake by your side, is actually real.

“I’ve never seen you on campus before, from all my two years of being here.” You comment, rubbing your hands together and blowing softly to keep them warm, eyes trained on the ground. “I don’t think we share any class together. I’m in the Engineering Department.” He quips, staring at your attempt to warm yourself before looking straight ahead.

“I was starting to think you weren’t from the campus! How’d you find me here anyway?” Jake chuckles nervously, cheeks warming as he looks at you. “Saw you leaving the Student Center, I couldn’t not talk to you.”

“Didn’t know you were so interested in me.” You lift your eyebrows at him teasingly, laughing as you cross your arms over your chest. He scratches the back of his head, mumbling under his breath. “Maybe I am.”

“What did you say?”

“Hm?”

“You said something just now.”

He shakes his head. “You know, I don’t think I did.”

Jake has a sweet smile on his face as the two of you continue walking back to your dorms together, him letting you take the lead so he can walk you back to yours first before he goes back to his. He notices you rub your hands together again.

“Your hands cold?”

You chuckle, nodding your head. “Just a little.”

He looks at your hands before hesitantly taking them in his, placing your intertwined hands in the pocket of his hoodies in the excuse of keeping them warm for you. You’re too flustered to pull your hands away (not that you really want to).

“I was hoping you’d come back in my shifts the first day I met you. I’m glad you stuck around. I’m guessing it had something to do with the free drink?” You shake your head, laughing with your body as you look at the boy walking with you. “No! I came for the ambiance, not the free drinks.”

“Oh… not even for the cute boy working behind the counter?”

“Maybe, I mean – I don’t know.” You prod teasingly, and you feel a light squeeze on your hand. “Alright, alright, maybe a little.”

You make eye contact and immediately laugh. And time passes by so quickly together that you don’t notice you reach your dorm building. “This is my stop.” You frown, almost disappointed that the time you have with Jake’s been cut off.

“It was nice talking to you outside the coffee shop.” He smiles softly at you, bowing down before sending you a small wave. “See you tomorrow at the coffee shop?”

“I’ll see you.”

“And then some?”

“And then some.” You roll your eyes playfully, your mind immediately blanking when he flashes you another boyish smile. “Goodnight, Tinky Winky. Don’t be a stranger!” He repeats the same words to you, and he waves once more as you walk into the building of your dorm.

When you look out the window, you see him standing still with a bright smile on his face, looking down at his hands before pumping out a small fist in the air in accomplishment.

Your hands feel cold again, yet why did it feel so overwhelmingly warm in your heart?

Today, you’re greeted by the sweetest smile on Jake’s face once he realized the person walking into the coffee shop, was you. You feel your chest tighten again, the same way it did last night as you were trying to get some sleep.

The atmosphere felt different.

“You came back.”

“I told you I would.”

“And then some, right?” You nod your head in confirmation, to reassure him that you’d be seeing each other a lot in this shop.

He smiles at you, punching in your order. “Alright, iced chocolate on your way, with an extra twirl of the straw. Hm, as if you’re mocking the way I make it. Do you not trust me?” Your cheeks heat up at the way he notices your little mannerism every time you received the drink from him. You don’t expect him to be that observant.

You place your hands on your cheeks in a poor attempt to cool them down.

“It’s not like that! Just a little habit.” You fold your arms over your chest, leaning against the counter with your tongue stuck out.

“I know, I was kidding. Plus I find it cute.”

“Only you would find someone twirling a straw cute, but it’s endearing really.”

“You’ve gotten a lot bolder than the first day we met, what was it again, Little Mermaid?”

“Shut up, that never happened.” Both of your laughs subside at the sound of the shop’s bell-ringing which brought him back to his responsibilities.

“And your name for today?”

“__________.”

“Interesting. I’ve never heard of that one before. From which movie or book is it from?”

“It’s my name.”

Jake almost drops the pen he’s holding. Funny how someone’s name could elicit such a reaction from him. “_______...” He allows your name to linger across his lips. He likes the taste of your name, he likes the way it slips so easily like he had been meant to know you.

He immediately write on the cup as quickly as he could as to not delay the customer who was waiting in line. You grab it from him, a shy smile on your face before bowing gratefully for the drink.

You never really knew how the day you finally said your name would play out.

Today, the cup reads “Go on a date with me?”

You turn back to see Jake expectedly waiting for a response as he makes the next customer’s order, eyes never leaving you. You nod your head before walking out, not missing the small fist he pushes in the air in celebration of his small victory.

_________, to finally taking the next step with Sim Jake.

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relaxxattack · 3 years

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hi im asking u this bc u seem to be bee duo enthusiast so

ive been calling c! beeduos relationship platonic because i thought that was what their cc’s said, and i thought they had said that they were uncomfortable with ppl shipping the characters. But ive seen a lot of posts that say their relationship is canonically romantic? and i absolutely do not want to come across as homophobic by watering down a mlm relationship to just friends because that happens so much in media so.

what is the canon state of their relationship / ur opinions on the platonic thibg

dont worry abt answering if u dont want to!! i see a lot of differing opinions and i trust yours :)

aw it’s totally fine, im flattered you asked me about this!

let me put it simply: it’s a whole mess, lol.

first im going to talk about what’s happened fandom-wide that caused differing opinions, and then i’ll explain my own opinion/interpretation. :]

(this got really fucking long im so sorry)

ranboo and tubbo initially proclaimed the relationship was romantic, specifically in argument with the wiki editors who had set it as platonic by default. (you can see this in the vod where they decide they’re canonically married— it’s very funny. chat tells them the marriage is already on the wiki, they check, tubbo is jokingly offended that it says platonic and asks if he needs to up the romance).

tubbo also makes jokes about adultry, which sort of implies the relationship is not necessarily a platonic one.

(theres definetly more in that stream alone but it’s been a long time since i watched it so i don’t remember a lot of it.)

the wiki, because of this, suffers from going back and forth on platonic and romantic, seemingly unsure where the joke ends and the canon begins, or if its canonically a joke! a mess, as you can already tell.

this gets more complicated as the marriage bit goes on: outsiders, such as phil and scott, both at one point say “platonic marriage”, which then ranboo and tubbo agree with. however, when chat asks them if they’re platonic, they say the opposite. so there is a lot of confusion there.

there’s also the difficulty of being able to tell streamers and characters apart. ranboo and tubbo both don’t like being shipped irl, and that’s their boundaries that shouldn’t be crossed. (they’re also minors, but tbh when they’re 18 in a year i will still be following their boundaries regardless of their legal age).

due to people not wanting to be accused of minor shipping, they started adding the platonic tone indicator to most of their drawings— basically a way of saying “no homo”. meanwhile, tubbo frequently on stream flirts with ranboo and makes quite a bit of nsfw comments towards him that are frankly hilarious.

this goes on for a while with nobody really sure what’s canon, but a lot of people assuming it’s probably platonic, until: the drama of the mods night. a few mods dmed all the wiki editors telling them ranboo wanted his canon character relationship officially set to platonic.

unfortunately for those mods; the very same day, a few hours later, ranboo on stream makes fun of puffy delivering him and tubbo “friendship flowers”. because, and i quote, “bruh. we’re literally married. this must be how the ancient greeks felt.”

in case you don’t know, the internet often jokes about how historians will call ancient greeks ‘very good friends’ when they are quite obviously gay. so in this context, ranboo is joking that people will call him and c!tubbo, who are married, “close friends”, when he doesn’t think they are.

basically, ranboo canonized romantic bee duo, the very same day the mods told everyone he’d wanted a platonic one.

chaos and drama immediately erupted everywhere. on tumblr, we were talking about how weird it was of his mods to do something like that without asking him first. we ALSO talked about how weird it was of them to assume that ranboo can’t make his own decisions, or assume teenagers cannot be in relationships without it being sexual. twitter did the same thing but in the opposite direction: called ranboo mods homophobic, or said they were mad ranboo felt pressured into making a romantic relationship canon ‘just so people could have mlm rep.’

i dont want to go into detail about the drama that happened that night because apparently official people follow me and i dont want to stir it up or have them come “clarify” things. im just saying what we talked about.

ranboo in typical ranboo fashion apologized quickly and seriously. he was deeply sorry for possibly offending anyone with how he’d portrayed his rp relationship with tubbo, and he also assured everyone the mod thing was just a miscommunication.

he said he would talk to tubbo and they’d decide once and for all whether it was platonic or romantic, and then announce so everyone would know.

it’s now been a few months and we've had no word from them on that development. we still have no clue.

now, here’s my opinion:

i want to take ranboos word for it that it was a miscommunication with his mods, but... we had it on good authority from people on the wiki team and people in the discord with the mods that (while it was happening) they were really going after the wiki admins, and also made some weird comments about it. that combined with the way ranboo seemingly had no clue (considering he canonized their romance that very same day).... it’s very. sus of the mods.

then there’s the canon we’ve got since then. although occasionally adults in the room have called it a “platonic marriage” and tubbo once (back when it first started) called it a “plankton tectonic” marriage, in roleplay it’s been... kind of not that. tubbo and ranboo make nsfw jokes about each other in character, and their characters also share a master bedroom and bed in the mansion. there's also the way c!tommy really thinks it’s a romance between them as well, and they agree with and play off that— for instance confirming that they “fell in love” when he asked, or ranboo confirming that they “make out on occasion”.

people will still put platonic on their art and posts, imo, because they’re worried about breaking ranboo and tubbo’s irl boundaries by looking like they ship them. or even just being accused of shipping real life minors. and that’s a valid fear to have.

the thing is though: c!bee duo are not cc!bee duo. they’re roleplay characters. cc!bee duo are not okay with being shipped, but they made their characters get canonically married, and call each other “husbands”. so it’s okay to write the word “husband” in your comic without adding “platonic” to it, i promise.

telling the ccs that their characters have to be platonic is... weird. it comes off as not only babying them, but also as saying teens can’t date without it being gross. which isn’t true.

(this is why seeing people overuse “platonic husband” so much bothers me. like, they ARE husbands. you can just say it. what are you trying to hide...?)

do i think they’re canonically romantic? ehh, its likely. it’s still okay to interpret them as platonic, because again, it’s hard to tell where jokes end and roleplay begins. like, maybe it’s jokes in the rp too, and c!bee duo are just friends. friends can and should be allowed to make jokes like that with each other! aro & ace marriages exist!

or, maybe it’s actually part of the rp, and they’re very much romantic. we don’t know!

some people say they could be a qpr (queerplatonic romance), which i could see. (a qpr is a relationship that fluctuates between, or can’t quite be sorted into, “romantic” and “platonic”. people in a qpr can do romantic things while having platonic feelings for each other). in my opinion this is a very valid interpretation as well!

CONCLUSION (sorry this got so long omfg):

are c!bee duo romantic?

its likely, but you can still interpret them however you like!

should i put /p on bee duo content?

ehhh? i find it annoying when it’s overused (as do others), but if you’re worried you can. its up to preference. putting it too much is weird though

should i put /p on things cc! bee duo do?

no. you’re not the one saying it so you can’t decide the tone tags for that. imagine you said something to your friend and a random stranger came up and was like “haha but that was /p right...?”

can i ship c!bee duo?

mmm. i’m not sure on this one. they are canonically married and very flirtatious, but the ccs don’t like being shipped and they’re close enough to being the ccs that actively shipping might be against boundaries.

can i treat c!bee duo as romantic?

yes. literally just don’t be weird about it. it’s not that hard! you can understand that two characters are husbands without making it weird

here’s the most important thing: boundaries. cc bee duo still haven’t told us what their preferences and canon is about this whole thing.

right now, i am assuming based on what they already show us they’re comfortable with, but! the second they give us any more info! all these opinions will change!

i am only going off what they do. i would never want to cross boundaries at all. i just wish they would make theirs a little more clear.

..... i hope that helped anon, i went way off the rails... i need to go to sleep.

#it’s late im so sorry for how much i rambled and wrote #i hope this helps you #bee duo #og post #there’s probably so many spelling errors i need to go to bed #i tried to fix some spelling so reblog this one ig #and not the old one

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strawberrymilkgeorge · 3 years

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Part Ten. Faces

warnings: swearing, hate comments word count: 4.1k (not including pics)

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A/N: sorry its late!!!! this feels rushed but i was just too excited to get to some parts!!! also i have had some parts written out for SO long that they dont even feel cute to me anymore so im literally praying to every deity rn that you guys think its cute lmao anyway enjoy!!!!

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It had been about a week since Karl's slip up but everything was already more normal than Y/n had expected it to be. Of course, George, Sapnap and Quackity were all very understanding and gave her space while simultaneously reassuring her that she was safe with them. She fully believed it too, she knew she was safe with them and they weren't going to tell anyone her name.

The one unusual thing was now she had a heavy guilt, like someone dropped another sandbag in her stomach, every time Dream texted her. If the others knew, it was only fair that she tell him her name too, right? I mean, it's Dream. Dream! The boy who had quickly slipped his way into her life and, though she wouldn't admit it to Karl or Naomi, her heart.

But how? Does she just come right out and say it or wait until it gets brought up? She hadn't practiced telling anyone her name because she wasn't planning on doing it any time soon. Though, maybe she should have been seeing as she was going to see them all in person in a little over a month.

Regardless of the guilt, Y/n had other things to worry about today; Quackity was coming to visit. Karl had picked him up from the airport and the two of them spent all day catching up and doing who knows what but Y/n still hadn't met him. She was scared. She wasn't scared of Quackity, but scared because it was the first time one of her online friends would be able to put a face to her name and voice.

Y/n shuffled across her living room rug and reached for her phone on the coffee table, looking for some sort of distraction while she waited for them to arrive.

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she threw her phone on the couch. Okay, he's right. It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be great. It's just Quackity. If he said anything rude or annoying or anything she could literally just step on him like a bug.

A sharp knock on the front door of her apartment snapped her back into reality. She shook her limbs of nervousness as she made her way to the door, two familiar voices begging to be acknowledged from the other side.

"Let us iiinnn!! Y/nnn!!!!" Karl whined.

After countless times asking the same question, she finally convinced Karl that she was okay with him using her real name in front of Quackity. He clearly still felt guilty about telling the boys her name, asking her multiple times in different ways whether he should call her Y/n or Bugsy in front of the guest. She finally got it through his head that she didn't mind either way.

"Hold on!" she yelled back. She unlocked the door and swung it open to see Karl and Quackity. "So impatient."

"Holy shit, you are tall! Goddammit, I thought that was a joke!"

Y/n laughed shyly at the greeting, looking at Quackity like he was crazy. "Hello to you too. Tried to warn you, dude."

"Yeah but, damn! You're tall and attractive, what the hell?"

"Dude," she said with a warning in her voice. She thought the flirting on Twitter was funny, but in real life she got embarrassed easier and wasn't a fan. "I'm about to kick you out of my house before I even let you in."

This was weird, meeting Quackity before meeting some of her other friends. She loved Quackity, but she had known George much longer and Sapnap even before that. There was no problem with meeting Quackity, she just had no idea how to act since she felt like she hardly knew him.

"Am I allowed to tell people that you're hot?" he asked as he fell on her couch, Karl following right after.

"Quackity!" Y/n yelled, her face heating up at a compliment. "Seriously?"

Karl cackled and shoved Quackity. "Shut up, Alex! No, you're not allowed!"

"Sorry, is that compliment reserved for Dream?" He cackled at his own joke and Y/n's face heated up even more.

"I seriously will kick you out of my house."

"You wanna be flirty on main but not in real life?" Quackity scoffed.

"I'm not flirty on main, you are!" she laughed. "Seriously, don't."

"Okay, sorry, I'll stop," Quackity promised with a laugh in his words.

The three of them fell into easy conversation, mostly because Karl and Quackity were already comfortable around each other at this point. They eventually decided to go to the mall, just to mess around and do something.

*reminder: covid doesn't exist in this fic bc we only want happy things so ignore their masks :P*

Y/n frowned as she unlocked her front door, staring at her phone. She had been so happy with all the fans freaking out about the meetup so she looked at the trending list, expecting to see a flood of keyboard smashes and happiness, but that's not all she ended up seeing. BUGKARLITY was trending, so she scrolled through the tweets and was upset to see not all of them were positive. In fact, when she typed her name in the search bar, lots of the tweets using her name were rather mean.

A few that stuck in her head called her an attention whore and said that her friends only flirted with her because she paid them too. Who on earth would even do that? Some hurt way more than others but she tried to push them aside. It wasn't like this was the first time she had seen comments like this, but they had only gotten worse since her Minecraft date with Dream. She was worried it was cause more hate for her friends and the last thing she wanted was to be the cause of their own hate.

She typed several different messages to Dream, deleting them all after she reread them. She felt like she had to request the same thing from him in a different way. Maybe because she felt like his words meant more, even if he really was just joking like the rest of them. She decided to call him instead of texting.

"Hi!" he chirped happily from the other end.

"Hi, Dream," she said as her chest filled with something warm at the sound of his voice. "How are you doing?"

"Good," he dragged out the word. "How are you?"

"Okay."

"Just okay? What's up?"

"Um," she started, immediately forgetting the words she decided she'd use. "I just... would you mind, uh, not flirting with me so much on, like, Twitter and streams and stuff like that?"

There was a silence before Dream's frantically apologetic words came through. "Yes, of course, oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. If I had known I was making you uncomfortable, I wouldn't have—"

"Wait, no," she interrupted but he must not have heard.

"—said things like... oh gosh. Bug, I'm really sorry—"

"Dream!" she raised her voice, getting him to stop ranting. "You don't make me uncomfortable."

"Oh. Really?"

"Of course not. I actually think it's really..." Cute? Adorable? Endearing? "funny," she decided.

"Oh. Then why...?"

She sighed heavily and explained what she told the others. "So, yeah. I just don't want you guys getting hate because of me so I figure if you stop then... you know."

"Bug..." he said gently. "I'm really sorry. I promise you that I don't—none of us think those things about you."

"I know."

"No, seriously," he said, clearly not believing her. "You need to understand that I..." he paused. "I mean what I say. Always."

Always? she thought. There's a few things he's said that certainly he didn't really mean... like calling her cute?

"I don't joke around like that unless I want to. I wouldn't say things like I say to you unless I really, really, genuinely considered you a close friend and felt comfortable around you. And I do."

Her heart swelled. "Thanks, Dream. I just... maybe don't do it so much for right now? Online, at least," she clarified, not wanting to deprive herself completely of Dream's flirting.

"Yeah, if that's what you want, of course."

"Well, I don't want you to stop flirting with me but, yeah."

He chuckled. "Oh, you do like when I flirt with you?"

She hummed and changed the subject. "Did I interrupt you doing anything?"

"No," his teasing voice dropped and was back to his regular self. "I'm just editing the video we filmed the other day."

"Oh, the 'Minecraft, but you can't touch the floor'?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," she said, not meaning to sound disappointed. "I'll let you get back to it—"

"No. I mean, you can stay on the phone. Unless you're busy."

She smiled and put her phone on speaker and set it next to her foot on the floor. "I was just gonna paint. So I can stay."

Before she knew it, almost two hours had passed of them sitting in comfortable silence, occasionally speaking to share something with the other before going back to their tasks. It was comforting knowing she didn’t need to speak constantly and could just hang out with Dream.

Y/n's phone rested on the floor next to her, Dream on speakerphone on the other end, only the sounds of his keyboard clicking letting her know he hadn't fallen asleep or hung up. She wasn't sure when they started doing this, staying on the phone even when they had nothing to talk about, but they had done it a few times before. They had talked on the phone and Discord many times but it was usually always with purpose, not usually this silently-enjoying-each-others-presence nonsense. Who was she kidding calling it nonsense, she enjoyed it an embarrassingly insane amount.

She repositioned so she was laying on her stomach as she finished sketching an image that was in her mind.

"Hey, you still there?" Dream asked softly.

"Yeah. Sorry, am I taking away from your sitting in silence time with George?" she joked.

Dream chuckled lightly. "Nah, you're more fun. I was just seeing if you ditched me for Karl yet."

"Nah, you're more fun," she mimed truthfully. "But I'm very focused on this drawing."

"Can I see it when you're done?"

"Don't expect too much. It looks bad."

"If you don't tell me what it is, I can't know how accurate or inaccurate it is."

"Very true..." she trailed off, holding the canvas further away to examine it all at once. She wanted the sketch to be perfect before she made permanent choices with paint. She enjoyed the serenity they maintained even when talking, voices low and delicate like they were keeping secrets but not quite whispering. "Are you almost done editing your video from the other day?"

"Sorta. I'm at the part where you and Sapnap almost died laughing because a ghast knocked George into lava and then Sapnap laughed so hard he fell into lava."

She chuckled, remembering the situation vividly. "That was so funny. The way George screams is so funny."

"Let Naomi know that," he mumbled, causing Y/n to gasp.

"Dream!" she laughed loudly and he joined.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's true though."

"Disgusting!"

A distant voice sounded on the other end and she assumed it was Sapnap. "What do you want for dinner?"

Dream responded with a soft, "Nothing, I'm good."

"Are you talking to Bugsy?"

He must have responded physically because the next sound was Sapnap's very clear, much more lively voice speaking directly into the phone. "Hi, Bugsy!"

"Hi, Sapnap!"

"Can you tell Dream to eat some damn food? This man literally hasn't eaten a single thing all goddamn day."

"Dream," Y/n scolded slowly. "Please eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not showing you my painting until you eat."

A door closed on the other end and she took that as a sign that Sapnap had left.

"I don't wanna see it anyway. It's probably trash."

"Take that back!" she gasped lightly. She looked at the canvas as she grabbed the first paint color and laughed. It was only a sketch and it was already trash. "Fine, then I won't go on the trip if you don't eat in the next ten minutes."

"That's punishing yourself too though."

"Who says I want to see you?" she asked.

"I never said anything about not seeing me being the punishment."

She had been caught. "It was implied."

"Sure it was."

"It's true though. Who says I wanna see your stupid face?"

He didn't say anything, but an incoming FaceTime call lit up Y/n's phone. A FaceTime call from him.

Her smile dropped. "Clay?"

"Answer it," his voice was lower and her heart started beating faster. Was he really about to show her his face to prove a point? Reveal his biggest secret that only a few close friends knew? To her of all people? She made sure she couldn't be seen in the small window and pressed accept, the voice call ending and the FaceTime call starting.

To her surprise, what came into view wasn't his face, but the logo of the hoodie he was wearing, the simple smile of his merch taunting her. She laughed, the anxiety slowly fading away as it was replaced with a heavy feeling in her stomach. Was she disappointed? Maybe a little, but he teased her into believing she would see him.

"Oh, wow! Dream face reveal! He looks just like his icon, no way!!!"

His chest moved up and down as he laughed, not moving the camera away. "You heard it here first, guys! You've known my face all along, the logo is actually my face!"

She laughed and returned to painting, not paying any more attention to her phone since he was now also showing his ceiling, a small corner of his monitor in frame but nothing else. "I mean it though, if you don't eat, I'm going to be so mad I won't even want to be friends anymore. Or you'll die from malnourishment before we get the chance to meet."

"I doubt it. I'm just not hungry."

"Whatever."

"Oh, hey, so you met Quackity today. How was it?"

"Very scary."

"Yeah?" he asked sympathetically, urging her to explain if she wanted.

"Yeah. But it turned out okay! He didn't act any different so it was fine. It was mostly just awkward. He's also so freaking loud. You would not believe how much louder he and Karl get when they're together."

"I can imagine. Aren't they doing a stream right now or something?"

"Yeah, I think so. I don't wanna watch though, I've had enough of them for the month."

Dream laughed. "How will you deal with them together for New Years'? It'll be for like two weeks."

"Who knows if I'll actually go?"

"Wait, what?" he asked abruptly, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in his voice. His keyboard stopped clicking and she could picture him staring at his phone as if looking at her. "Of course you're going."

"Not if you don't eat food! You have, like, 3 minutes to eat something until I officially am busy doing other things whenever the trip is."

Dream groaned and clicked a few things on his computer before the image on the screen became blurry as he walked through the house, still pointing it at the ceiling. She looked away again and kept painting.

"Quackity's really funny though," she continued. "It was super awkward at first but it was fun to have someone else to help me make fun of Karl."

"Wait, Bug," Dream called out over the sound of wrappers crinkling.

"Hm?" She hummed, continuing to paint.

"Bug," his voice was much softer and he sounded nervous.

She looked at her screen and dropped the paintbrush as she focused on what she saw, grabbing her phone and holding it closer to her face so she could see, still making sure she wasn't in view. All the anxiety from the beginning of the FaceTime suddenly came back and hit her like a truck. Sitting on her screen, waiting to be seen, was Dream. His hood was up, tufts of blonde hair sticking out, and he was standing with his back towards a dark room, the dim light from his pantry making his face just visible.

He held up a cookie in front of his actual, real face. "Are you watching?"

"Y-yea... I... Yeah. I'm watching. Is that really you?"

He nodded once before shoving the cookie in his mouth. "There, I consumed food," he announced, his voice muffled by the cookie. "Now you're legally obligated to come."

"I—What? CLAY! WHAT?"

"What?" he asked innocently as he chewed, walking back to his room and still holding the phone up to show his face. His room light was on, making his face much more visible. If Y/n thought he was attractive in the harsh pantry light, he must have looked like a god in his room lighting, even as pixelated as he was due to the quality of FaceTime. He fell on his bed and Y/n could only gape at his features. He slumped against his headboard, surrounded by roughly a thousand pillows, sporting a small, shy smile as he stared at the screen. "Bug, what?"

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Needless to say, he was unbelievably handsome. Part of the speechlessness was from the shock that he showed his face out of the blue, but obviously, the majority of it was that he was pretty much the most attractive person she'd ever seen. It should be illegal for someone to look that good in a hoodie, especially when pixelated.

"Hmm," he hummed thoughtfully. "Wanna take back what you said earlier?" He bit into another cookie.

"W-what did I say earlier?" Why was she stuttering???

"You said you don't wanna see me and that I'm ugly," he teased.

She paused for too many seconds too long before finally muttering, "you arrogant son of a bitch." He laughed loudly at that.

His eyes crinkled and he threw his head back. So that's what he looks like when he wheezes, she thought to herself, pretty.

Dream shuffled his position on his bed and rested his head on one of his hands. He looked so comfy. "Why are you so quiet, weirdo?" he mumbled.

She set her phone back down and touched her cheeks with her hands and looked away for a moment, grounding herself to the real world for a second. She couldn't process her thoughts when she was staring at a man as gorgeous as Clay. "I don't know, maybe because you gave me no warning before showing me your face? Or because you failed to mention that you're incredibly hot?"

She was so glad she had looked back at her phone or else she would have missed the glorious sight of his cheeks turning bright red before he turned the camera back to his ceiling. "Oh my gosh."

"Aw cute, I made you blush."

"Shut up," he mumbled. "You threatened to not come if I didn't eat something!"

"You didn't have to—you showed me your freaking face just to prove you ate a cookie!! DREAM! I would have believed you if you just said you ate something!" she laughed breathlessly, staring at the phone now for a chance to see him again. "I was joking anyway!"

"Sure you were."

"I was."

"Well, oh well. You deserved to see me anyway."

"Oh, I deserve to see you?" She laughed. "How big is your ego?"

"You know what I meant," he groaned. "You got doxxed by Karl and you met Quackity in person. And you've clearly had a bad day because of all the hate and stuff. You've done a lot of stressful things recently and you deserved to be let in on a secret too."

He was so sweet. Like, tooth-rotting, Halloween candy stash hidden under a kid's bed, upset tummy sweet. She also couldn't get over the fact that he was a million times cuter when he was shy like he was being now, his voice soft and unsure. It contrasted vastly with the confident, loud-mouthed Dream everyone usually saw, though she liked that Dream too. She wished he could show his face for just one more second to see what he looked like shy. Probably sickeningly adorable.

This was it, wasn't it? The chance she had been waiting for to tell him her name? He just let her in on his biggest secret, now he was the one deserving to be let in.

"Y/n," she said with a confident, but soft voice.

There was a long pause. "W-what?"

"Y/n."

He understood the second time immediately. "Y/n..." he tested, the smile in his voice clear as day. "I like it."

"Yeah, well, I guess you deserved to know the secret too."

"I would have been content never knowing."

"Really?" She didn't believe him. He seemed like the type to never be satisfied, always looking for something better. Not in a greedy way, but in a motivational, goal-oriented big achiever way.

"Really," he hummed. "I already feel like you're too good to be true so I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't a real person."

It was silent as she tried to collect her thoughts.

"Bug? You okay?"

"Yeah, I... it's just a lot."

"Sorry."

"No, it's not you. Well... I don't know. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say when you say things like that," she admitted.

He paused. "I think you always have the perfect responses when I say things like that."

"What do I usually say?" She smiled shyly, pulling her hoodie up to her lips.

"You usually call me a nerd or say you can't stand me. 'Oh my gosh I cannot stand you'," he mimicked before laughing.

"What? How is that the perfect response to you saying you can't believe I'm real?"

He hummed and she could practically hear him shrugging. "Because it's a classic Bug response. It's a hundred perfect you. So yeah, it's perfect."

She was silent, trying to compose herself before she exploded.

"By the way, check Twitter."

"Why, are you bragging about me calling you hot?" she teased, hoping to make him blush like she had earlier. It worked.

"Oh my gosh, no. Just look."

She clicked her home button and navigated to the app, her feed instantly flooding with the same similar messages.

"Oh, my gosh," she muttered, her fingers flying away as she typed out her own tweet in response to the love.

Dream chuckled from the other end and when she asked him why, he vaguely said that George texted him but didn't explain further.

"Um, I have to go," she said mournfully. "Karl and Quackity are coming over again."

"Booooo," he pouted.

"Sorry, you aren't the only man in my life," she teased before instantly regretting her choice of words. Too flirty, Y/n, she thought to herself.

"Hm, shame. Am I at least at the top of the list?"

She bit her lips, wanting desperately to repeat what she had told him on their Minecraft date. In the end, she gave in. "I always mean what I say too," she started. "You're my main bitch, baby."

Dream made some sort of sound, a mix of a scoff and a whine but Y/n didn't comment on it, just glowing with heat in her cheeks.

"Leave before I don't let you," he said softly and the heat only grew.

"Goodnight, Dream," she pressed, the tone in her voice letting him know he was being a tease. "Thanks for... thanks for your tweet. And for everything you said earlier."

"Of course. Sorry that you have to see those kinds of things a lot."

"It's okay when I have people like you."

"People like me? What does that mean?"

"Just.... people like you." Cute, sweet, kind, genuine people who make her heart flutter.

She could hear his smile in his words and she figured he knew the unspoken words in her thoughts, the ones she was saying without saying. "Okay. Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight."

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imjusttpeachy · 3 years

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she's a rae of sunshine (c.h.)

okay so this was a request but i completely read it wrong so i’m gonna write it again but i finished this one anyway so here take it

so sorry to the anon who requested it bc u were so fuckin sweet i’ll have it up asap i promise

playlist

ralph castelli - morning sex

crumb - bones

jorja smith - teenage fantasy

summary: balancing college life and wanting to support your best friends online endeavors was difficult, but reader regrets trying a little harder when she finally meets one of her newer stream-mates

word count: 2, 828

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, coarse language, lowkey OOC Corpse, that needs its own warning i’m sorry,

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“Look you knew I had to stream before I said you could come over ya fuckin idiot.”

“Yea I knowwwww, I just wanted to spend more time with my super-hot best friend forever.”

Being the best friend of an online personality had its perks— the amazing trips you got to hitch a ride on, the adoring fans that seemed to latch on to you as well, the sponsorships that would always send you something along with the original PR package, and especially the way she was able to choose their own work hours.

Well... mostly.

As much as you adored spending time together during the day, whether it be shopping or going out for brunch, those late nights that always seemed to hold the most memories you held so dear were few and far between. Of course, you couldn’t blame her; responsibilities were responsibilities, and fuck if you’d let your selfish wants override the way she chooses to get her work done. You really couldn’t be one to judge either-- having to call off dates because you’d underestimated the time you needed to complete a school paper, or when a last-minute lab was called in and you’d have to leave her sitting alone in those cafes with your half-finished mocha and a promise to Venmo her the money to cover it later. What left you feeling the most guilty, though, was the fact that you weren’t able to watch her content as much as you’d like to. Sure, you’d catch a few minutes of a stream here and there but any time you spent apart was usually spent with your head buried in a book, mind bleary with countless espresso shots trying to keep your tired eyes focused on the seemingly unending work in front of you.

But, a distraction every now and then couldn’t hurt. Right?

Having had enough of your current assignment, any coherent thought was long gone, you’d decided to pay your favourite person a little visit. You knew she’d probably be busy as she hadn’t replied to your previous text for a few hours, but knowing her presence alone and any passing comments would lift the heaviness that had found its home in your head and chest, you shot her a message to let her know that her office couch would be occupied by you for the next few hours. Normally, you’d just show up so you knew she wouldn’t have a problem with it; so when that fateful message popped up on your phone giving you the go-ahead you completely ignored the warning of her work schedule and drove right over.

So now here you were, sprawled haphazardly on her couch clad in sweats and a sports bra scrolling through your phone as you watched her finish her final touches so she could start her stream.

“You’re gonna be in the background of my face cam if you wanna sit there y’know.” Groaning in response to her warning not wanting to move from the comfy spot you just found, you looked over at her with the best puppy eyes you could muster. She chuckled softly, raising her hands in surrender as she turned back to her setup. “Hey I really don’t care, just warning ya bug. The thirst comments and screenshots are outta my hands.”

Scoffing under your breath at her comment, you turned your head back to your phone as a Twitter notification popped up at the top of your screen.

Corpse Husband: streaming among us in a few mins, join in on youtube

Heartbeat picking up slightly, you scrambled for the purse you’d thrown at the base of the couch for your headphones. Ever since you’d found this handsome-voiced stranger’s channel on your late night horror binges, you had fallen completely in love. While you weren’t typically the type to watch video game commentary outside of Rae, his voice got you completely hooked and you couldn’t get enough of it. Yeah, maybe you were a bit of a simp, but that sweet and genuine personality that hid behind that gravelly tone had you melting completely into his clutches. You tried to convince yourself to get over it, you didn’t even know what he looked like. But, y’know, a little crush wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

“Going live in T-minus 30 seconds babe.” Jumping slightly as Rae’s voice knocked you out of dreamland, you mumbled out a small “got it” as you once again got focused on getting your headphones connected to your phone. You’d never been able to watch one of his lives before, his horror commentary videos usually playing as background noise as you did schoolwork or while you were falling asleep. Practically shaking with excitement, you opened your YouTube app seeing the live at the very top and tapping on it immediately only to be met with that sweet laugh ringing through your headphones like music to your ears. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the throw pillow you had previously tossed to the floor and hugging it to your chest while your eyes remained glued to your phone screen, completely forgetting what was happening around you as you zeroed in on the gravelly tone you’d fallen oh-so in love with.

“Hey (Y/N) wave hi.” You startled slightly as the faint voice of your friend sounded from across the room. Glancing up from your phone, you pulled an earbud from your ear and furrowed your brows at her before slowly processing what she said, lifting a hand in greeting to her watchers. She laughed at your confusing antics, turning slightly in her chair to look over at you. “What the hell are you so smiley about?”

“…Nothing..” You grinned widely as her laugh once again resounded around the room, shaking her head at you before turning back to her screen with a scoff, muttering something under her breath so only her watchers could hear. Smile still plastered across your lips, you settled back down into the comfiness of the couch and popped your earbud back in, zeroing in again on the screen in front of you. Watching as Corpse moved his character around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join, a small giggle escaped from under your breath; trying your best to be mindful of Rae’s stream but not being able to hold back the flustered feeling welling up in your chest, mind giddy with the thought of finally being able to see one of his famous live streams, well, live. It had only been a few seconds later when you heard Rae’s voice once again, only this time, not as muffled as before.

“What’s up motherfuckers.” Brows furrowing in confusion, you lifted your hand to your earbud and pulled it from your ear once again, hearing her voice from across the room but from your other earbud as well. No, there was no fucking way. All your questions were answered, though, as you glanced back down at your phone screen seeing a red character move around the game lobby along with Corpse’s, the gamer tag ‘Valkyrae’ floating just above it. Blinking hard at your screen trying to convince yourself that your eyes were lying to you, you slowly pulled your hand to cover your mouth in shock. How… How could you possibly not know they knew each other? With the way they spoke to each other in sarcastic comments, poking fun at the other it sounded like they were close too. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you scrambled at your phone, shaky hands moving as quickly as they could to pull up your texts with Rae. Your fingers tapped furiously at the screen, anxious to get back to the live stream to listen in more but also needing to know what the fuck was going on.

TO my rae of sunshine: care to explain what the fuck is going on??! how the fuck do you know corpse husband?????!??!

“Oops sorry guys, guess I forgot to turn off my phone ringer-“ Staring up at the back of her head helplessly, you watched as she picked up her phone seeming to read out the text before bursting into a peal of laughter. Tossing a look at you over her shoulder, you looked back down at your phone bashfully, seeing the three loading dots in your message thread indicating that she was messaging you back.

my rae of sunshine: lol what about it? you gotta crush on him or something?

TO my rae of sunshine: …no

Hitting send you rushed back to the stream, anxious to see what Corpse was saying in response to Rae’s absence, not thinking anything about your brief conversation and thinking you would discuss it after she had logged off for the night. Though, as you heard her phone chime again from across the room followed by another bark of laughter, you knew you weren’t getting off that easy.

“What are you laughing about?” Corpse’s honeyed voice sounded from your earbud, hearing Rae’s giggles from what you presumed to be their discord voice chat. Glancing anxiously between his stream and the reflection of Rae’s face cam in one of her monitors, your heart began to sink as you watched that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the edge of her lips.

“Oh just my friend (Y/n) sent me a funny meme”

“Wait, is she the one in some of your Instagram posts?” You swear your heart stopped beating at that moment, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you tried helplessly to process the conversation happening right in front of you. He knew who you were? You thought you’d always be lost among the hundreds of thousands of his new adoring fans, left in the anonymity of your Twitter tag in his subtweets, or just another subscriber that fawned over him silently behind a keyboard. Knowing that he’d actually seen your face you could feel your own beginning to heat at that moment; you brought your hands your mouth again, unknowingly curling your body tighter around the pillow in your lap as you tried to hide your face behind it as you become more and more flustered from the words nonchalantly escaping his mouth.

“Yea that’s her, pretty thing isn’t she? She’s my absolute favourite.”

That’s it, you were gonna fucking kill her.

“I mean, yeah... I guess..” The timid words followed by a soft awkward chuckle had your breath hitching in your throat. There was no fucking way this was happening. This had to be a dream, that was the only possible explanation. You were just about to pinch yourself when Rae’s voice startled you from your thoughts.

“She’s actually over right now. She insisted on getting wine drunk later tonight because her professor’s been on her ass lately. I’ll get her to come say hi.” Rae had barely turned around in her chair when she was met with your wide-eyed gaze, panic painted across your features as you shook your head wildly. You were in no state to be talking to your long-time internet crush in such a casual setting. But with the look Rae shot you from her chair as she started to plug another headset into her PC, you knew you had no choice and begrudgingly pulled yourself from the couch almost tripping over your own feet as you shakily walked over to Rae. Shooting her another pleading look, she only shoved the headset in your direction in return as she grinned up at you. Finally biting the bullet, you pulled on the headset and leaned down toward the mic.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Cursing at yourself for how quiet and shaky your words came out, you barely had any time to think it over before a chorus of greetings sounded through the headset. A small giggle escaped your lips as you watched the different Discord icons appear and disappear from the top of the screen. You knew most of these people already which made you even more confused as to how you managed to miss that voice from all the discord chats and voice calls. Well, knowing them was a bit of an overstatement anyway; you knew /of/ them, and they knew /of/ you in the other times you popped up in the background or in passing conversation during Rae’s streams. They did know you well enough, though, to know this was not the way you usually spoke around them.

“No way, that can’t be the (Y/N) I know!” The voice you recognize as Sean echoes through your headset, another chorus of knowing laughter following quickly after. Taking a deep breath you managed to force out a few words that would get them off your case.

“…Shut the fuck up”

“There she is!!” As the group erupted in laughter yet again, all you could focus on was the faint deep chuckle that resounded through your headset. Feeling your face start to heat up, you covered your wide grin with your hand as butterflies burst through your stomach; you could listen to that laugh all day. Before you were able to speak again, though, that heavenly voice piped up and wiped all train of thought from your mind.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you too Corpse. I gotta be honest ‘n say I’m a pretty big fan of your no-sleep work.” And... there’s the word vomit. Fuck, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up with the ongoing realization of who you were talking to.

“Aha thank you, I uh really appreciate that. I’m sure you just heard, but I guess you could say I’m a fan of yours also.”

No.

No, there’s no fucking way.

Is he...

Flirting with you?

Before you could even think about what to reply to that with, the rest of the group beat you to it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is happening.”

“CORPSE! You SIMP!”

“Is- Is Corpse really shooting his shot right now?”

You didn’t realize you were frozen in place until you felt Rae’s hand on your elbow, snapping you out of your bewildered trance as you tried to comprehend what was happening yourself. As your thoughts finally caught up to the present, you could feel your cheeks start to burn; pulling your hand up to cover your face you stepped out of the view of the face cam. Rae’s laughter filled the room as she watched your flustered antics, shooting you a sly grin as she started scanning the monitor displaying her live chat.

“Wait, wait, chats telling me (y/n)’s blushing right now?” Sean’s voice echoed through the discord chat, only making you flush further as you tried desperately to find a way out of this.

“Okay, okay, leave her alone.” Corpse’s voice finally piped up amid all of the chaos causing everyone to immediately pipe down. God, you didn’t even want to begin to think of the mess this has already made, you just needed to get out of there before you caused any more damage.

“Yeah, I uh- see- see that the lobby’s full so I’ll just uh- leave you guys to it.” Quietly thanking the stars that Corpse finally got you out of this mess, you went to pull the headset off your ears when that fateful voice piped up again.

“Wait, don’t let these nerds make you leave. You should stay- I mean, only to help Rae y'know? She needs it.”

“I do not!”

“I- I mean yea sure, as long as I’m not intruding,” Cursing yourself again for stuttering before forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat, “I mean, she really does need the help.”

“Okay just because you want to flirt some more doesn’t mean you can bully me-“

“Okay, I’m starting the round!” The booming accented voice cut off everyone else in the call as you all stared as the screen began to count down to the game, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else a chorus of laughs resounded, and then the lobby fell into silence.

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And it went on like that, the not-so-subtle flirting followed by relentless jabs from the group immediately after. The game was almost forgotten with how much of each lobby was taken up by teasing words and endless laughter, but every audience was just eating it up. You didn’t even want to think about the mess social media was going to be after this stream but right now you were having fun with your friends and that’s all that mattered. The grin was practically plastered on your face as you laughed along with Rae the chat during the gameplay portions and you knew everything from this moment on was gonna be different, but you couldn’t find a single thing within you to care.

Especially when you logged onto Twitter right after the stream and saw that little message right at the top of your requests.

@.corpsehusband: wanna hear some of that no sleep work in person?

•••

beep bop here u go,

#corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine #corpse x you #corpse husband x you

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes ok!! So then can I request present mic? Doing anything??? No I’m kidding I do actually have a prompt. I was thinking abt mic’s radio show and specifically, if he had an s/o who wrote music. Bc u know he would help them produce it and then play it nonstop on air aaaaaa

a/n: yes!! present mic love!! i love him so much i swear! <3 he has my heart dkdkmn this is such a cute request please- i apologize for the late posting!!

summary: you're an ambitious, gleeful, songbird at heart, and though you're quirkless, you've captivated the heart of the music-loving, radio show hosting, loud, sweetheart, present mic!

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

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You started as an intern. A beaming smile on your lips most days, always happy to be in the studio with Mic when he was teaching you the ins and outs of radio hosting.

You'd majored in music business, the end goal in mind of writing and releasing your own music, though most of your plans had fallen through, the only opportunity to get you back on your feet after college being this deal you couldn't pass up.

Co-hosting with Present Mic on his own radio show.

The offer had actually been given to you by one of your superiors at the studio you worked at, having seen your optimism when it came to writing music and your love of music in general.

They wished you good luck and would always welcome you back if things didn't go so well. But you kept your head up high and marched into that studio ready to take on the world alongside the loud blonde.

And down the line, three years later, you were surprised to say the least.

"Your coffee as usual." Hizashi sets down the patriotic blue U.A. thermos sent out to the teachers at the beginning of the year. Since you'd practically moved in 'unofficially' with Mic, unofficially because you weren't technically allowed to stay due to the fact you didn't work for the school, rather employed by Mic himself in his private studio, but you were the tiny exception since you did technically work in the school.

"Thanks! Hey, I was wondering if you could check this new thing I've been working on and give me some criticism, it's just a rough draft, the lyrics just kind of came to me after a shot or two at Vlad's birthday party the other night." You giggled as you tossed him the flash drive containing your latest project, the sensitive information contained on the tiny disc landing in the palm of your boyfriend's hands.

"Another song? You're blessing my ears so early in the morning. I'm dreaming! Pinch me!" He teases. Mic's been the biggest supporter of your music since he overheard the pipes you had.

You'd had that kind of night the second week of your internship, battling the oncoming hangover after drinking with your cool new pro-hero teacher friends, your thoughts turning to lyrics as you worked in the studio, the only light being the small lamp on the side Mic kept when he worked late too.

He'd forgotten his room keys in the studio again, something you realized he did often and as he stopped by to pick them back up, that's when he heard you. You sounded so angelic, almost as if you were some sort of angel.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a recording or some sort of dare he say, Melodyne filter while you were messing around in the mic at night.

But you weren't. Your authentic voice shell-shocked him, and he sort of listened to you the entire night until you nearly pissed your pants turning around and seeing him.

“Yeah, it’s nothing special really-” You’re back to reality as Mic quickly has his headphones over his ears, a large grin on his lips as he listens, his fingers tapping away to the beat already.

You work on other tasks, filtering through requests and putting them in the queue while Mic listens to your song, his heart pounding. You were so talented and he’d wish you’d give yourself a bit more credit. You have what it takes to make it big, and he’d support you every step of the way.

“You know with this and the other tracks you have, you’d have enough to push out an EP. All you need is a bit of marketing and producing, and I’d be more than willing to help!” Mic smiles, wheeling over to you, pressing an encouraging peck to your cheek.

“It sounds great, but who would wanna listen to what I write?” You giggle, toggling an advertisement as you glance over at the blonde.

“How about this, You let me help you, I’ll spread the trial around here at work and if it gets good reviews, we publish.” Hizashi is nothing short of persuasive, and for the rest of the week he has you in his studio, adding layer after layer, fine-tuning and weeding out bits of the collection of songs you’d written until you have an EP.

Long nights fueled by coffee, water, and tea, and takeout eventually land you with the very first copy of your own EP.

In your hands, it’s palpable. It’s real. It doesn’t have any cover art, or a title, let alone who sang it, but Mic hands you a sharpie and you feel this fire coursing through your veins.

You feel more than accomplished.

You scribble some title down that you’d work on later and messily sign your name for Mic to make copies and then throughout the next week, you’ve got dozens of messages flooding your inbox telling you to drop it on some streaming platforms.

And the following night Mic is consoling your tears as you hit your first 100 streams.

“I’m so proud of you.” He coos, kissing your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his kisses, patting you on the head.

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him.

“Says you! You named an entire song after me.” Mic huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What if ‘my beloved’ was about Marty?” You giggle. Marty, the sparkly, beautiful, elegant, beta-fish you’d adopted as the studio mascot swam around in his tank, decked out with super cool aquatic music themed stuff.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Mic laughs, his long blonde hair sweeping over his shoulders.

“Your hair always looks so nice down.” You snuggle into him, your fingers twisting around the ends. Hizashi shakes his head and stares down at you.

“And you’re as radiant as ever, my love.” Hizashi pulls you into him, snuggling his head into your neck, placing a gentle kiss to your skin as he holds you near to him.

“Do you sing, ‘Zashi?” You ask quietly.

“No comment.” Mic giggles, his laughs tickling your skin.

“Would you work on a song with me?” You ask sweetly.

“I would love to.”

Callers chime in every so often for requests, since Mic loves to annoy the listeners by playing your EP track by track almost daily. You have to knock some sense into him telling him that there’s a quota to fill and while you love how he supports you, you’ve got them stuck in your head too.

And when you play them every so often, your heart warms when someone requests one of yours to play. Even more so, when your songs rise to much more notable fame, you’re working on your own album, with the lovely producing of Mic, and it even features a lovely duet between the two of you.

In fact, something you’d found out with having so many connections to pros, was the amount of hidden talent.

You’d requested a song with Kyoka Jiro, the beautiful voice you’d heard at the school festival had belonged to her and you’d been wanting to work with her since she also shared a love for music, and though she was young, she seemed rather happy to sing, even if she might’ve been shy about it first.

An unlikely duo might’ve come from a dare, Hawks. While he was rather against the idea at first, his voice was smooth and mellow, and it clashed with yours perfectly for some sort of sappy anti-romantic love song. Whatever the case, it made charts.

But Mic continued to be your biggest supporter, no matter how or if you got big. You’d always find your way back into his arms, messing around with him on the radio show, and dodging paparazzi whenever you two left campus.

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football-writing · 3 years

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Mason Mount - Always

Prompt: I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then

Summary: Mason and Y/N have been in love forever. It takes a graduation dinner for him to finally come clean about his feelings.

Warnings: friends to lovers aye, mentions of graduation, some tears were shed but it's all good! Also very little dialogue bc i wanted to try something different :)

If someone asked him how long he's been in love with her, he wouldn't know what to tell them. It had developed gradually, really.

First they were friends, meeting for the first time as she got transferred to his school. She'd been quite the character. On the frist day she was there, she'd asked the boys if she could play football with them. They said no girls were allowed, so she stole the ball from one of Mason's friends, dribbled around two other boys and kicked the ball right between the legs of the goalie. He'd admired her then, her cheekiness bringing a boyish grin to his face, and they easily hit it off. She would never allow him to go easy on her, although she would sometimes get in a mood when he'd win for the twentieth time that day. He'd cheer her up and ask her to play at his house, playing boardgames and watching cartoons as they chatted amongst themselves every schoolday.

She'd slowly grown out of playing football with him; clearly they were on different levels entirely nowadays. Still, they remained close friends. He'd gone off to London, then, and it was hard at first. But they would call all the time (he hated phonecalls, but she said she preferred hearing his voice, and so he called her almost daily) and she would come to his home games to cheer him on. He had given her a Chelsea shirt with his name on it, and she'd joked that people would think they were together. The words left his mouth before he could register that he was talking: 'Would that be such a bad thing?' She had remained silent, but the blush that adorned her cheeks must've meant something, right?

It was a silly thing he said back then, though he often lets his mind wander back to that day. Perhaps he was just being ballsy, or joking around, gauging her reaction to a topic that she brought up. But somewhere after those words, the lines had blurred. Their goodbye hugs lingered a little longer, the gazes between them seeming to be softer - a little too soft for two people to just call themselves friends. He would take notice of the way she twirled her hair around her fingers when she was nervous, how her locks would shine in the sunlight. Her scent - sweet and faintly resembling the smell of spring - edged into his memory.

She had felt it, too. It started with missing him more than she used to when he was away for his job. She'd resorted to sleeping in one of his hoodies, just to miss him a little less. Then, she'd set one of their selfies together as her lockscreen, Mason pulling a silly face as she kissed his cheek. A smile would edge onto her face anytime she opened her phone. And when he'd lost a game and got all upset, biting his fingernails to hide his anxiousness, her heart would break for him too. She would do anything to cheer him up. Though, mostly she just wanted to hear his beautiful laugh ringing in her ears - the one that made his nose scrunch up and his eyes crease at the corners.

It wasn't something they spoke about, or ever acknowledged. But the pair was awfully aware of how much the line had blurred since that day on the playground.

But if asked about the moment he knew she was it for him? He'd tell them it was this very moment. Some would say it was cliché, that it was something straight out of a movie. And maybe it was. But he'd seen enough romcoms (he wished he could say it was courtesy of her, but really, he loved those films) to know that the movies hadn't described it well enough.

Because his breath did catch in his throat. His cheeks flushed as he saw her, heart beating louder than it would when he'd been running on the pitch. As she was walking down the stairs, floorlength dress accentuating her figure, her hair falling loosely and her make-up complementing the colour of her eyes perfectly. Her heels were still in her hands, and he fought the urge to smile. He knew how much she hated heels, and how her clumsy self would've probably fallen down the stairs if she'd put them on already. God he felt it all over his body - the hairs on his arms rose as the tingly feeling in his stomach spread through his body. He was so utterly and completely in love with her.

"Y/N. You look- I mean- I-." He tried to start, stammering over his words as his cheeks burned.

"D'you know what? I'll take that as a compliment, Mase." She laughed as she put her heels on.

"You should. Can't even find the words to describe how beautiful you look." He admitted as he groaned mockingly, holding his arm out for her to take so they could walk the short distance to the restaurant.

"Well that doesn't happen often, does it?"

The both of them joked some more as they walked together, before arriving at their destination.

It was her graduation diner. All her family and relatives were there, which to her included Mason. It was a good night, laughing and reminiscing on the past years, wondering about what the future holds as they not-so-subtly stole food from each other's plates.

That was, until her family started speeching. Some of her family members had prepared something, and she'd held Mason's hand tight;y in hers as she listened to all the encouraging words.

"Mason, son. Would you like to say something too?" Her dad asked.

"Uhh, well. I didn't really prepare anything, actually."

"I'm sure you can think of something. Stand up, son." He cursed himself for being so close to her dad. But he was right, he had something to say.

And so he begrudgingly scraped his chair back and stood up. Suddenly all eyes were on him, and although he should be used to that by now, he felt vulnerable. He cleared his throat and looked at her next to him, only to find her kind eyes already on him, an encouraging smile send his way enough to make him start speaking.

"Well. Y/N and I have known each other for years. She was always joking around, roughhousing with me and the boys, never giving a care in the world as long as she, and the people around her, are happy. She'll do anything her way, even if it's the wrong way, because she's too stubborn to admit her mistakes." Some of the guests chuckled, and he took a moment to smile before he continued on.

"That's just what she's like. And I admire that in her - in you." He directed his attention towards her now, as she looked up at him with large eyes. "You're not one to admit when you're upset or stressed, or when you need help. And I know these past few years have been hard on you, but I am so proud to see how you've handled everything. How you persevered through your struggles while still being true to yourself. I admire that in you, and it gives me strength, too. Maybe you're a bit of an inspiration of mine. And-" He had to swallow hard, then, and he glanced at her to gauge her reaction as he did. Tears were brimming in her eyes, and she would no doubt get mad at him later for ruining her make up. He had to swallow again.

"I guess what I'm saying is- It's been an honour to have been by your side through your highs and your lows. Seeing you grow from that little know-it-all girl into the strong woman you are now. And I can't wait to be by your side for everything else you're going to achieve." He sniffled then, wiping a sleeve underneath his own eyes to keep himself from crying in front of - quite literally- her entire family.

That sentiment had gone out the window for her, though, because she'd let the tears stream freely over her cheeks. Worry overtook him as the faintest of sobs left her lips, and so he quickly reached down to her. He held her face in his hands, thumbs wiping her cheeks dry as she let out a teary laugh.

"God, I'm so embarassing." She laughed as she took his hands from his face, resting them on her lap as she played with his fingers - something she had a habit of doing to calm herself down. "You could always become a speech writer if the football thing doesn't work out, though." She added, laughing slightly at her own joke as she tried to lighten the mood. She really hated feeling so vulnerable.

"You're not." He whispered back.

If there was any moment to tell her, this was it. So he mustered up all the courage he could find in himself to just tell her.

"And I'll support you through everything else. All the highs and lows and victories and defeats, I'll be there for you whenever you need me. Because- Because I love you."

Gasps were heard from around the table, but the only reaction he cared for was hers.

"You do?" Her voice was timid, questioning the extent of his words as she was still sniffling.

"I do. I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there's a life after that, I'll love you then."

"I- Mason."

She wasn't sure what to respond, so overwhelmed with emotions that she couldn't contain her tears overflowing her eyes for the second time that day. He was crying now too, though, albeit silently. The whirlwind of emotions she felt - that he so clearly reciprocated - were enough to confess her love for him too. Something she now felt they should've done much sooner.

"I love you too, Mason. Always and always and always." She repeated as she let her face fall in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as he held her inexplicably close to him, arms tight around her waist as they took in the moment. Their moment.

The other guests applauded, sniffled as they tried to hide their tears at the heartfelt moment, even cheered for the two of them.

But all of it went unheard.

Because who cares about what others think when you've got that kind of love right in front of you?

#Someone needs to teach me to keep things short because what the hell #i wanted to write something short and sweet #but the words start coming and they dont stop coming *to the all star - smash mouth tune*#And here we are lmao #but hope you enjoy it anyway!#Mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount fic #mason mount oneshot #mason mount x reader

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Acting Out

so this was inspired by the stream Tango did on 29/06/21. first of all, go watch it bc it’s one of the best streams i’ve ever seen. extremely entertaining. and this thing does contain spoilers for it.

but essentially my brain went “what if that stream… but angst?” and so this was born :)

…

Tango trudges all the way back to the boatem village, with nothing but unenchanted iron armour and a nearly broken iron sword. The whiplash of emotions he’s experienced tonight has all but drained his energy AND his inventory. Now, he has nothing left to lose.

Tango steps out of the portal and immediately heads for Impulse’s house. He digs through the chest that holds the random pieces of enchanted diamond armour that Impulse looted from the End and puts on a full set, not even bothering to check the enchantments. As he heads outside, he happens to glance over and spot an empty area that he knows used to hold something important. “Oh, wow, look at that. Nothing there.”

“Hi,” says Pearl cautiously, appearing from near her house. “Um… isn’t that Impulse’s armour?”

“Maybe.” Tango’s tone oozes with passive-aggression. “By the way, that’s a great area over there. A real great area. Nothing built there, not even lit up.”

Pearl follows his gaze and glances back at him, realising what he means. “Oh, uh…”

“Tango?” Impulse approaches them, glancing warily between the two. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for my stuff,” Tango replies. “Is that too much to ask? Are you boatem folk in the habit of murdering people and holding their stuff hostage forever?”

“I’ll remind you that not only were you the one to kill first, you were also the one to steal first,” retorts Pearl.

“I just wanted Scar’s hat. What’s the big deal?” Tango shoots Impulse a scowl. “Where did Timmy go?”

“What?”

“Timmy. The pig. Lived in an amethyst hut. Sound familiar?”

“Oh! Uh…” Impulse shoots a worried look at Pearl. “He’s… um… He’s fine. We… We just…”

“Just what?” Tango takes an aggressive step closer to Impulse, before shaking his head and turning away. “Oh nevermind, don’t worry about it. All fine.”

“Tango, you’re scaring me,” Impulse says slowly. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, all good!” Tango gives an exaggerated grin. “I’ve only died, what, five times in the last half hour? Lost all my gear twice, gained and lost an unspeakably important advantage, and now I’m back here and it turns out my best friend may have murdered my pig? That’s nothing. I feel nothing.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave,” says Pearl firmly. “We’ve all gone a bit too far tonight but it’s time for you to go home. I’ll drop your stuff off tomorrow.”

“What, giving up?” Tango says tauntingly. “We didn’t even get to fight properly today, Pearl.”

Pearl’s voice hardens. “That can be arranged.”

“Pearl-,” Impulse starts.

“I’m sorry, Impulse, but he’s barged in here uninvited twice tonight and now he’s waltzing around in YOUR armour. I can’t just let that slide.”

“Ah, I think I’m just gonna go.”

Tango starts to walk off but Pearl steps into his path, drawing the string back on her bow. “Tango, leave Impulse’s armour.”

“Oh, you want me to leave it? I’ll put it back right where it belongs.”

He moves close to the boatem hole and throws a couple of apples into it.

“Stop it! Just give the armour back.”

Tango just grins at her. “But I’m putting it back where it belongs.”

“I will push you in this hole,” Pearl threatens. “Is that what you want?”

“Go ahead,” Tango taunts. “Hit me in. It’s only Impulse’s stuff and a bunch of crappy iron gear. Do it.”

As Pearl hesitates, Tango lunges for the bow in her hand.

Then Impulse appears out of nowhere and barges into Tango, knocking him backwards into the hole.

Tango fell out of the world

He respawns back in the underground part of his base.

The first thought in his mind is I don’t think I’m getting my stuff back.

He gets up out of his bed and starts rifling through his chests. There’s not a lot of iron in there, and there’s even fewer diamonds. Maybe letting himself fall into the void with his backup iron gear on him was not a good idea.

His communicator buzzes.

<impulseSV> Are you at home now, Tango?

Tango rolls his eyes and decides not to reply.

Unfortunately, he’s so engrossed in his stewing emotions that he misses the telltale hissing sound until it’s too late.

Tango was blown up by creeper

When he wakes up, Tango finds himself not on his bed but on the cold grass floor, and he doesn’t have the energy to get up. He lies still, letting his emotions bleed out onto the grass.

That’s his seventh death in less than an hour. Essentially one death per ten minutes. He’s utterly exhausted, mentally and physically.

He doesn’t want to play this game anymore.

<PearlescentMoon> Tango, are you okay? Do you need help?

<impulseSV> Are you okay?

Tango ignores his communicator going off.

<impulseSV> Tango, please answer us. We’re worried about you.

<impulseSV> Okay, coming over.

After a while, Tango heaves himself to a sitting position and checks his communicator. Realising his friend is probably almost to his house, he gets to his feet and heads for the stairs, but it’s too late.

“Tango, are you okay?” comes Impulse’s voice from the doorway.

Tango pauses and gives a sigh. “I’m fine. I didn’t have anything on me to lose.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Impulse moves closer to him and places his hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been so weird tonight and I’m more than a little worried about you.”

Tango shoves Impulse’s hand away. “Leave me alone.”

“No.” Impulse takes hold of Tango’s shoulders and tries to hold him in place. “Tango-!”

Tango fights against his friend, trying to shove him away. “Get off me! I don’t wanna see you!”

“Talk to me, buddy!” Impulse begs. “Please!”

“Leave me alone!”

“But WHY?! Why do you suddenly hate me?!”

“I-!” Tango breaks off as tears threaten his vision. “I can’t be your enemy in another war, Impulse! I-I just can’t!”

Impulse freezes. “What…?”

Tango can’t help a sob. “It just feels like another war is brewing and we’re gonna end up on opposite sides AGAIN and I just can’t do it, Impulse! I can’t fight you again!”

“Tango…”

Impulse falls silent as he realises that this explains his best friend’s actions tonight. When something is seriously bothering Tango, he goes a little stir crazy and starts acting out. A similar thing happened in the early stages of season 6’s prank war and season 7’s turf war. Tango clearly senses that another conflict is about to arise, and it’s making him anxious.

“You don’t have to fight me,” he murmurs, holding his best friend close. “I won’t let it go that far, alright?

Tango buries his face in Impulse’s armour, trying to hold back tears. “I’m sorry… I was so stupid tonight…”

“No, it… it’s okay.”

“It’s… never been this bad before. My acting out. I just let myself go where my weird impulses took me and… I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I’m so sorry you have to put up with me.”

Impulse rubs his best friend’s back soothingly. “It’s okay. But if it happens again, I need you to tell me, okay? If you ever feel like this again, talk to me. I can help you get through it and we can avoid another situation like earlier. I’m always here for you, man. You know that, right?”

Tango slowly nods. “Th-Thanks.”

“No problem.”

#hermitcraft #tangotek #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #vaunna writes

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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Would u write something about Mac first words being "dad" o "daddy" and Jake GOING INSANE about that? I think it would be really special to him bc all his story with his dad and all his fear on becoming

He'd taken his eyes off of him for five seconds - the card machine at the bodega was giving him some prompt he'd never seen before - so of course something had to happen. Jake still mostly banked on Mac being unable to walk freely for more than a few steps from him, but he should've really factored in all the perfect toddler-height shelving that he could use as railings to get a whole aisle over before he and the cashier flinched from the sound of a crash.

And then the crying started.

The cashier was actually faster than him, given a headstart from not having to drop an entire basket of shopping to run over, but Jake was directly behind her to see his kid sitting on the ground, a puddle of something slopping around him and half over him. Pasta sauce, he realised as he saw the wobbly carton display that had obviously not been as steady as the metal shelves Mac had been holding onto before.

"Da...!" Mac sobbed with outstretched arms towards him. "Da-heee..." He wailed again with tears streaming down his face while Jake lifted him up, covering himself in sauce too as Mac clung to him and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Daddy's here, bud. It's okay. It's okay." He bounced him up and down as the crying slowed, cursing himself out in his head all the while. How did he let him wander away like that? Why did he not notice sooner? He'd been careless and stupid and irrespsonsible and a horrible fath-

"Is he okay?" The cashier still looked far more worried at them than at the mess she'll have to clean up now, and it gladly brought him back to centre as the only real adult in the room right now (she can't be more than 17, he thinks).

"Yeah, just spooked. I'm so sorry, I'll pay for the sauce of course-" Jake stopped as Mac lifted his head off his shoulder again, eyes red-rimmed but not crying anymore, at least, only to see that his forehead was less covered in pasta sauce and more smeared with blood from a cut over his eyebrow, and his heart dropped even deeper than when he heard the crash. "Actually, do you sell bandaids?"

-*-

"It's okay, peanut. Daddy's fixing it." He forces his voice to be soft and calm while Mac sniffles, sitting on the counter, the cashier picking up Jake's dropped shopping bags while he cleans the little cut with the alcohol wipes she'd handed him without even ringing them up. It's not that bad, he tries to comfort himself fruitlessly, just a little nick that bled a bit more than usual, but should be fine with a bandaid and some lotion. It's fine. He didn't- he didn't let Mac get actually injured. He didn't. Even though his subconscious was screaming nothing else at him.

Mac's eyes are still swimming while he stares up at Jake, unblinking, clinging to his fake-soft smile as probably the only thing to convince him there was no need to cry at the moment. You and me both, Jake thinks for a second.

"Daddeh." He squeaks softly as Jake sticks on a puppy-themed bandaid (also not rung up), and grabs his hand with his little grubby fingers, and time kind of stops for a moment as they look at each other. Mac's eyes are big and still slightly red-rimmed, but trained on him like there's nothing else in the world but them, and for Jake, there might as well not be.

"See, Daddy fixed it." The cashier breaks through, smiling at him too as she hands Jake his shopping with the bandaid box dropped in, and time loops back into normal. She gets a soft Thanks and a nod after she hands him his card from the blasted machine that started it all, too, and doesn't even mention the several jars broken an aisle over. She waves goodbye to Mac instead as they leave, and Jake is definitely leaving the largest bills he has in her tip jar next time they come in.

-*-

Mac's splashing water and bubbles around in his small tub, because the sauce had leaked through his dungarees straight over his legs, and Jake is busy scrubbing him down with the soft loofah that'll probably have to go into the trash after all this. There's too much swirling through his head while he carefully showers Mac off. A whole barrage of emotion he'd love to just aimlessly ramble out, but there's no one to listen to him in their little apartment right now, the only person who'd maybe understand him still stuck at work. He looks at the puppy bandaid on Mac's forehead that he'll have to change after the bath, at his happy face playing with the little ducky that makes such fun squeaky noises when it's filled with water, no sign of tears or pain left at all.

"Hey, Mac-a-roni." Jake whispers while Mac giggles and splashes some more water out of the baby-tub into the big one it was sitting in. "You... said something at the bodega, didn't you?"

Mac had been babbling and making noises for months now, lots of Goos and Gaas, the occasional Bleh and Duh thrown in, but Jake and Amy had agreed that none of those had been discernible as words yet, especially as they were never directed at anything in particular. Not like on the counter back there, staring straight at him with his big, chocolate eyes after that little parenting disaster he still wanted to scold himself for. Not like right now, soap bubbles clinging to his curls, smiling up at him in the comforting moment of their usual night routine.

"Daddeh!" Mac squeaks again, holding his arms out to be picked up into a towel like always, but held against Jake's chest much tighter than usual. He's trying not to cry, very hard, but he's sure his eyes are swimming and shiny as much as Mac's were while he was being bandaged up.

"Daddeh." He repeats as Jake laughs, breathlessly, kisses up and down his perfect chubby cheeks for some more squeals and laughter from them both, hugs him close again and again even as he dries him off and gets him dressed.

There's something warm glowing in his chest, Jake feels as he dances Mac to sleep to abuela's Spanish lullaby tape, something that feels both familiar and foreign at once. It reminds him of the feeling that shook all through him when that firefighter placed a screaming, goo-covered baby onto Amy's chest as she cried and carefully touched the dark whisps of hair already matted to his head. That feeling that settled around his heart for forever as Rosa handed him a cleaned up, swaddled baby that wasn't screaming anymore, his eyes closed but his teensy tiny hand wrapping tight around Jake's finger. It's a little different - but it's not, it's more of the same, but grown. Added on, like a new bud on an already flowering tree.

Jake is sure there'll be lots of new blooms on that feeling in the years to come, but this one, the one that opens up even more as Mac sighs one more little "Daddeh" as he falls asleep against his shoulder, will surely be remembered for forever.

-*-

He has enough wherewithal to warn Amy about the bandaid when she gets home and immediately moves to check on sleeping Mac, and she only rolls her eyes when she drops down onto the couch next to him after softly closing the nursery door.

"Do I even want to hear the story of the bandaid?"

"It wasn't anything. Just a little accident at the bodega. He's fine." Jake's actually convinced himself of that now, too, so it sounds believable enough.

"Alright." Amy nods, he swallows back down the worries he thought about sharing if she asked him to still explain instead. "Aside from that, how was your day with him? Did you have fun?"

"Oh yeah." Jake tries to grin and pulls her in to lean against his side as she rests her head on his shoulder, seeming almost as sleepy as Mac was when he did it earlier. "We went to the park and the post office and the bank and the bodega, obviously. A whole Brooklyn adventure."

"That's nice." Amy says in a quiet voice, and he wonders if he'll have to carry her to bed in a second.

"And, well." He hesitates, and that is enough to make her lift her head. Maybe he shouldn't say it. Maybe he should wait until the morning, let her discover it on her own, and pretend like it's the first time he's hearing it too. Forget about how it all came about today.

"Well what?"

"He said something."

"What?! Why didn't you lead with that? Why didn't you text me?!?" She sits up, staring at him with wide eyes, and he looks - apologetic, almost worried.

"I didn't want you to feel bad because you missed it." And didn't want to explain how I fucked up to make it happen.

"Oh." She visibly deflates, but then smiles at him. "But you heard it, right? He said it in front of you?"

"Yeah. He, uh. Actually. He said daddy. To me."

Jake completely misinterprets Amy's face, her scrunched together eyebrows, her shining eyes, her mouth softly opening and closing, and immediately leans forward with a hand on her arm to console her.

"I'm sure he's going to say Mama next, Ames - he's already going 'Mah' all the time, so-"

"He called you daddy?" Her voice is so soft, almost breaking, as he feels her hands on his cheek. "Jake, that's wonderful!"

"Yeah." He nods with a shy smile, but Amy's face only softens more.

"You're his first word." She says with so much reverance, and he can't feel bad about it anymore. Can't think he doesn't really deserve it, not when she looks at him with that much love in her eyes. "You're Mac's first word."

"I'm daddeh." His smile isn't so shy anymore, not when he says it out loud like that, not when it feels 100% right.

"You're really daddy, babe. You're daddy."

He huffs and smiles even wider with another nod, and that feeling is back, that little warm glow blooming in his chest, and Amy is quick to wipe away the few tears that make their way down his cheeks all of a sudden before bending forward for a kiss.

"DADDEH!" echoes through the room from behind a closed door where someone is clearly not interested in sleeping anymore, and Amy laughs against his lips.

"See?"

"I'm gonna go and get him." Jake sighs happily.

"Oh please." She nods as he gets up. "I want to see him say it to you."

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #mac peralta

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insufferablelust · 3 years

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butterfly blurbs? maybe that's nor what you want but spencer getting jealous bc he finds out butterfly spends some time with one of his closest man but butterfly only wanted him to show her how to shoot so she could impress spencer?

Warnings ; smut, The use of ‘sir’ & ‘daddy’, Jealousy, overstimulation, Squirting, Tiny bit of degradation mainly by name calling, Possessiveness, Its.. um Filthy as many of you already know. Oh there’re fluffs like cute fluffs in the end, mention of sub/little space too. Please read at your own discretion. Set before chapter 2A of Lb!Au

MASTERLIST HERE.

gif credit to @imagining-in-the-margins thank you!

Being the don of the most powerful mafia chain around the country requires Spencer to have guards everywhere he goes, and those men are always there to protect you too. There are 4 of them; Your favorite is Morgan, the friendliest and warmest of them all, but definitely the flirtiest— in more than one occasion, Spencer had to threaten his gurard, or more like his best pal to stop looking at you the wrong way, then there’s Hotch, which is the lead command of his men, the one who controls the way around, his right hand almost, He doesn’t talk a lot you reckoned, though you rarely see him. There’s Alvez, whom you are second closest to, he’s pretty funny at times and definitely warm, and the last one is Simmons though you only met him in several occasions, seeing how he was always the one that Spencer commands to run his ‘business’ outside of town.

The 4 of them are all loyal to the don and the famiglia, has been since many generations of fathers and their fathers. When you came into the picture, you didn’t expect that someone is going to be guarding you every time you go outside or to leave for work or study— but Spencer insisted one of his men will always be assigned to watch over you, seeing that the threats of being closer to him might bring you harm. They’re always close by but not super close where you might feel stalked or ‘guarded’

It was nice to have someone to look after you, and the man he always choose to be close by you is none other than Morgan, your favorite out of all of them, you knew why Spencer insisted that Morgan was the one who will tend to your every need (security wise) even going as far as renting him an apartment suite not far from where yours are, just incase.

You grew close to Morgan, practically seeing him as your older brother, on nights where Spencer might not coming back to your place because of his ‘unexpected’ business, you always asked Morgan to accompany you play board games or watch something on your half functioning TV, or to just simply be there to have a chat with you. He’s nice and he makes you feel like you knew Spencer, told you small things about your boyf— sugar daddy. Now knowing that Morgan knows a lot, practically everything about the don, young Y/N just wanted to impress him— cause he had been so good to her all week, so so good, taking care of her and spoil her to the limits. So she asks Morgan on what could impress the infamous don of the country.

Y/N couldn’t lie that when she heard Morgan proposed the idea of shooting, that excitement would run through her veins like something has been injected— she has seen Spencer shoot his gun once or twice, she knew he could kill someone so so easily without batting an eyelash, he injured a guy whom looked at her the wrong way once for fuck’s sake. So the idea was enough to make her all giddy and say, “Please Morgan! teach me!” which he couldn’t help but to say yes, now he knows the protocols, knows how his best friend is so he didn’t worry about him having any sorts of problems with him teaching her but what he didn’t expect was, Spencer Reid might have a deeper feeling towards the tiny butterfly.

—

Hey daddy,

i’m going to spend some time with Morgan today, i hope you don’t mind if i don’t send an update so frequently but i’ll try okay? be safe, Mwah!

Spencer tried to calm down from his sudden bubbling anger that rose inside his chest, the voicemail had been left on his brick phone two hours prior and she still hasn’t responded yet. Being away from her is torture from him, he wanted so so badly to bring her here whilst he has business to deal with in Chicago— but he knew it’d be dangerous.

Though, hearing her heavenly voice sets his chest aflame with combined mixture of Jealousy and Longing, longing for her— missing her to the core and wanting so so bad to show her that she’s his and his only. Spencer knows he’s being irrational but he couldn’t help to think that his little Butterfly is spending too much— an awful amount of time with her bodyguard, his most trusted man amongst others.

With a lit of his cigarette and ruffle of his hair, Spencer made a quick call to Hotch to prepare for leaving, cause he’s going back home— for her.

She didn’t expect this when she came home from her practice that night, she didn’t expect him to be here so so early. a day early from his supposed come back schedule. Here he was, sitting on a chair in the dark corner of your bedroom with his thighs spread, and his fingers interlaced with each other, and a glass of wine sitting atop of the bed side table.

“D-Daddy.. i thought you won’t be home until—“ you started yet immediately cut off by the sound of his voice shushing you, “Shh, Come here. Sit on my lap.” He demonstrated by patting his thighs so you know not to fuck with him, not to act up. You muttered a small “yes daddy” before setting down your purse and padded towards where he is, about to straddle his lap before he let out a disappointment-like sigh then turns you around so you’re sitting down on his lap with your back against his front and his hand wrapped snuggly around your throat.

Oh whatever you’ve done must be terrible, and you would be lying to say that it doesn’t excites you one bit cause it certainly does.

“You look pretty tonight, butterfly.” He whispered softly against your ear as his other hand slithered their way around her waist to wrap them tightly so she’d have nowhere to go, “T-Thank you daddy.” She muttered, feeling so small all of a sudden, not knowing what she has done wrong and what should she say to make it better.

“Daddy i—“

“Y’know your daddy is a busy man, don’t you, bunny?” His voice tsk’d you, making you squirm on his lap, as his palm slithered down down down between your legs and rub toward your inner thighs. “Yes daddy..” You muttered, only gasping momentarily as his fingers slip inside your legging and let it rest on top of where your panties beginning to dampen.

“And yet here you are, making daddy cancel his plans just to come back and remind you.” His voice gets a little rougher now as he slaps your cunt softly, a warning perhaps so you’d stay still and listen to him. You let out a confused yet pleasure filled mewls as he slap your by-now swollen and sensitive covered pearl several times, “Daddy! please i-i don’t know what you mean.. oh!”

“D’you know who’s this cunt belongs to?” He whispered roughly before biting on the shell of her ear where she arched her back when he pressed his palm— grazing against her clit side to side, “Y-You! it belongs to you! mmh!” Your moans are cut out by the tightening grip of his hand on your throat as he snap the waistband of your panties before tearing the whole thing with your leggings down your legs.

“And who’s this body belongs to hm? who do you fuckin belongs to, butterfly?” His thumb made a quick work over your sensitive button as he rub it all fast and rough, causing you to squirm and let out spews of moans and screams at the feeling of pleasure. Somewhere alongside the pleasure, your brain was able to make a sense of why he’s here, and you can’t help but to feel all the butterflies that swarmed on your belly.

The don is jealous over his best friend.

“Daddy i— oh! i— Morgan was only helping me!” She tried to blurted out, as his thumb quicken its pace on her clit, up and down, side to side whilst his other hands played with her swollen shirt covered nipples, all sensitive and reactive to his sinful touches. Spencer lets out a growl, “Helpin you with what hm? is it that important that he has to take you way from me?”

Butterflies, your heart warmed.

“He— oh god.. i w-wanted to oh! learn how to shoot so i ask him.. mmh fuck daddy! ask him to help me so you’d be proud of me!” Tears streamed down your face by now, not because of his words but because of how close she is, god the way his fingers slip inside her slit so easily now that she’s wet— drenched, combined with his palm on her clit and her overstimulated nipples causing her to the edge.

“Is that so, princess?” He hummed as he lean back so he could tilt your head back to see your eyes, gleamed under the moonlight and glazed over with needs— “Yes daddy.. i s-swear—oh god i’m going to cum.” Your fingers were gripped tightly onto his wrist as his fingers works even faster and faster— making squelching noises throughout the room.

“Little minx, trying to make me all proud hm? My butterfly is so fucking adorable isnt she?” Spencer was close to coming inside his pants himself, seeing her like this brought him to the fucking heaven but hearing how she wanted to train because she wants him to be proud of her brought him to the fucking edge of orgasm— that he didn’t even care if hes going to cream his pants like a damn teenager.

“Yes yes yes daddy! just for you! please let me cum!”

with a hard and quick thrust of his fingers inside you, he mumbled deeply and breathlessly, “Cum now, pup. Show everyone that you’re fucking mine, cum for daddy— thats fucking it.” He growled and growled, as you let an earth shattering scream which you had no doubt that your neighbors would be able to hear it, before squirting all over his hand, his suit, everything.

“Thank you oh! daddy thank you!” You sobbed and trembled as you both coming down from your highs, Spencer presses small kisses all along the side of your face. “Good girl, ‘m so proud of you, my little butterfly. Gonna show me tomorrow what y’learned okay?” He mumbled gently as you weakly turned around to give him a kiss.

“Yes daddy, welcome home.”

—

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#spencer reid smut #dom!spencer #mgg smut #lilbutterfly!blurbs #littlebutterfly #mob boss!specer

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heymeowmao · 2 years

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2022.02.09 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324735020345721445

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LYN: Happy New Year. I said I would stream at the start of the (lunar) new year... what day is it today? In any case- it’s still before the 15th so we’re still celebrating. To everyone who is watching my stream, everyone who likes me, and to my weibo friends, I wish you a healthy and prosperous new year!

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- /Daimi keeps barking/ LYN: Are you done yet?? Comment: You yelled at Daimi??! LYN: She’s my dog, what, I can’t scold her a little? Every day I have to treat her with respect? Send her my greetings every morning??

LYN: I don’t know what everyone has been doing lately but I hope you can rest well when you can and be refreshed for a new year of work!

Comment: Does the avocado work? LYN: I only ate it the once. The last time I streamed I said that I heard avocados were good for you skin so I would try it out for a week and see if it works or not. I ate one that day and after that I didn’t want to pick up the second one. They’re so nasty! What the heck?!? Are they even edible?? Comment: Ning-ge, yours probably weren’t ripe yet. LYN: What do you know?? As I chef, how could I not know when it’s ripe? That one was... already very well ripened. Ripe or not, it’s the same taste. I’ve had it before. It just tastes bad. Comment: Add yogurt. LYN: Don’t tell me. I won’t be able to get it down no matter what I add to it. I just can’t do it. - /also heard that avocados are fattening so... he’s trying to lose weight now. trying to lose some weight by drinking a highly diuretic plum juice. :p bc he’s got three shows to guest on in the future and wants to look his best./ LYN: Don’t ask. You’ll find out when the show airs. What if I tell you and then I get pushed off it again? All I have is industry secrets now. Before, I would tell you that I was expecting to go on some program- I didn’t even say the name of it! but other people would look into it, for their own artist, and I would end up out. They basically used me for information to get a spot on the show. Comment: Expose them. LYN: When I’m sixty. I’ll create a gossip blog. Comment: Why don’t you create a gossip blog now? LYN: Don’t think I haven’t thought about it. You know I like too try out as many things as possible. As an industry-insider, I definitely have a lot more accurate information than the nonsense those media accounts report. But I thought about it and it really would not be right of me. Forget it. There isn’t the need. I’ll be blacklisted. LYN: I see those reports about which artist got together/is dating who and has all the details and everything. Every time I see those articles I want to laugh. Because we (on the inside) know the truth. So I really want to laugh and leave a comment like, “You don’t know sh*t.”

Comment: What time are you streaming until today? LYN: Have you got something you need to do? I don’t know either because I still have class later... it’s a little early today. We started around 6p so maybe 9p or 10p? Comment: You have to go to class? LYN: Yeah, I have to go to class. I have to learn. If people don’t learn they’ll never fly. Comment: What class? LYN: Yoga. I’ve been learning yoga lately. Those types of classes... LYN: Acting classes!

Comment: Ning-ge, you disappeared for a long time. LYN: I was working! I was recording OSTs! I still have two I haven’t done yet. Comment: I thought you went missing. LYN: Where would I go? It’s the new year, you should be happy that I am resting when I can, that I have time to be quiet and collect my thoughts. I appear when I should appear. LYN: /joking/ I went to get double eyelid surgery and needed some time to recuperate. Comment: You didn’t get your double chin fixed? LYN: !! ?? You saw that I’ve gotten a little fatter on my recent stages, is that it? You came to slap some sense into me, and make sure I pay a little more attention (to my weight), is that it??

LYN: The face-slimming filter isn’t on. My face is as big as it was in the previous stream. Maybe it’s because my forehead is out that my face looks longer and not as round.

Comment: You’re streaming and now I’m not in the mood to do my homework. LYN: That makes me extremely guilty. You leave first and do your homework- there’s a playback function for my stream- when you’re done learning you can come back and watch. Go learn. LYN: As if when you’re not watching my stream you really love to do homework??? Don’t blame it on me. If you don’t like to do your homework that’s not on me. I can’t withstand this crime. Comment: Should I take my online class or watch you? LYN: Stop punishing me! Don’t use me as your excuse to delay your important matters. Hurry and leave. Take your class, do your homework. You’re going to force me to stop streaming. Don’t be like this, please. I’m begging you.

Comment: Ning-ge, do you have a Bing Dwen Dwen? LYN: I don’t. It’s good enough that you have one. LYN: Why do I say I don’t have one? BC if I say I do, you’re going to want me to raffle it. First, I don’t want to give it away and secondly, I REALLY don’t have one. I don’t really... need one, either. So I won’t fight with you to get one.

Comment: The music’s too loud. LYN: This is the exact mood I want. The people who think the music is too loud probably have never been to a bar before. My loud music and neon lights are for you to- /daimi barking/- to feel like you’re in a bar. It sets the mood. I don’t want you to be jumping up and down or anything but the music needs to fill your mind. To anyone watching my stream, try to do so with headphones. Just watching on your phone doesn’t give the same effect. Comment: Upstanding people don’t go to bars. LYN: That’s not true. Bars have a lot of functions, but I won’t get into it with you. It all depends on what you’re going to a bar for. If you’re an upstanding person, you’ll be one no matter where you go. Don’t blame the environment. I’ve worked in a bar (singing) for many years- I can’t say I’m familiar with bars but I am more understanding of them. It all depends on what you go for. Comment: I go to bars to do my homework. LYN: See? In order to save electricity at home they took their books and went to a bar to do their homework. Isn’t this very upstanding? There are good people like this, too. Very impressive. LYN: But honestly, don’t go to bars to do your homework. The lighting is either very brilliant or very dim- it’ll hurt your eyesight. There are better places you can do your homework at. Comment: Go to a bar to do yoga. LYN: Uh, alright! As long as you want to, anywhere is your stage. Now that you’ve brought it up, I think a bar is a great place to learn. It almost makes me want to take my script there to learn my lines. Comment: I go to bars to get you publicity. LYN: What type of publicity? I don’t need it. I haven’t been to a bar in a long time but I’ve seen that some bars have a big screen, and if you scan a code you can put your own message on there. People have been promoting me. Next time, if you want to drink, just enjoy yourself and drink. Please don’t publicize for me. But a lot of people might be in a bar or ktv watching my stream right now. If that’s the case then you can send a message: “LYN is streaming right now on weibo.” If there are 50 people in the bar, at least 5 will come to watch my stream. This is how you gain fans. Little by little. Each one is a treasure.

LYN: The new year’s special of our song came out, did you see it? There was a part where Chui Na Li Sha and Xue Zhiqian were doing their talk show and they joked about me. A lot of people were commenting on my turn-of-face. Did you see it? They said I suddenly became very mean looking.

LYN: Do you think that sort of thing would make me angry? Am I sick?! There are people in my stream who call me “son” you think I’ll get angry at a joke? There’s no way. But the thing is, ever since I started learning how to act, once it hits a certain point, you need to learn how to give a reaction. You can’t just sit there soullessly, as if you’re not into the act. It’s a natural reaction- isn’t that what these programs want?

Comment: I’m leaving, da-ge. LYN: Don’t go. Where are you going, is it for something important? If it’s not important, stay a while. Where are you going? It’s not interesting out there. It’s so cold outside, too. Don’t fall sick.

Comment: You don’t get angry when people call you “son”? LYN: When I said that earlier I saw a whole group of people calling me “son” in the chat. I’m really not angry. But our style- our streaming style is important. The way I stream and how you respond is important, because it all leaves a trail behind as comments. If someone comes to check out my weibo and sees all my fans calling me their son. My age in this industry is pretty high but my status is low. Please don’t wreck my general atmosphere.

- /calls himself the “Weibo Stream King”... bc weibo actually made him an award for streaming so much!/ Comment: Can you raffle your award? LYN: Are you kidding me?! [..] How about I auction it off to the highest bidder? That will make this a bit more meaningful and I can also gain some revenue hehehe. I can’t give it to you but I can sell it. XD LYN: I’m kidding. How could I sell it?? I need to keep this for posterity. When I’m sixty I can take it out and reminisce about when I was younger and won an award for... exposure.

Comment: Ning-ge, I want to ask. How does a durian dumpling paired with hot sauce taste? [t/n: referencing the Our Song S3 New Year’s Special] LYN: It wasn’t anything special- just leaves you disgusted. Makes you want to puke. [..] I don’t particularly like salty things that are sweet. For example, rice porridge- usually it’s salty but some people like to add sugar. When I taste a sweet rice porridge it’s a little... uncomfortable. But some people like it- that’s normal. But if it’s a sweet porridge to begin with- like Eight Treasure Porridge- and I know it’s sweet then that’s ok. It’s like eating a Century Egg Congee with Pork, but it’s sweet. [t/n: the disconnect between something you KNOW is supposed to be salty and tasting sweet instead. :p] Comment: Then, why do you add sugar when you eat noodles? LYN: Ah. See, someone has leverage. I was talking about hong shao (red braised) beef noodle soup. Red braised is soy sauce and sugar. You need the right amount to make the flavor come out. But of course you don’t add sugar to ANY noodles. For example if I was eating Lanzhou noodles- I wouldn’t add sugar to that. Clear soup, or beef noodle soup I wouldn’t add sugar to. But anything that is “hong shao” you can try to add a little sugar to, and it will taste even better. You can trust me. A bit more sugar and just a little bit of vinegar. Comment: What if I listen to you and it doesn’t taste good? LYN: Uh, you can... seek me out for reimbursement. Is that what you wanted me to say?

- Daimi’s here! LYN: This artist doesn’t have a sense for camera angles! Look here, at the camera!

LYN: Bark! You were barking earlier, why aren’t you barking anymore?

Comment: Has Daimi gotten fatter? LYN: She has :(. She eats well. Her family situation is not bad :). She doesn’t eat kibble, only cans.

Comment: Ning-ge, stream faster, there’s a competition to watch later. LYN: You can go watch it. Don’t watch me, I’m not important- there’s always the playback. You want me to stream FASTER? I- Are you making fun of me?

Comment: Liu Yuning-ah, why have you been streaming less lately? LYN: This is like... say you’re working in a company. The first month you get 3000RMB. The second month the boss thought you worked hard and gave you a 500RMB bonus for a total of 3500RMB. The third month you only get 3000RMB. And then.. you’re unhappy. LYN: As long as there’s nothing for me to do I will stream. I had things to do. I saw some comments online saying that I’m dating someone, and I'm spending the new year with a girl. I guess I can do anything. It’s like if I’m not streaming then it seems like I’m not doing “human” things. LYN: I have some fans who.. love me very much. They think of me like their pet. But I’ll tell you again- as long as I have the time and am in the mood to stream, I will. Lately I have been tired and there have been a lot of discussions that are occupying my brain space- I have to make sure I have enough work for the new year. I like to be prepared ahead of time. Since 2022 has come I need to work with my team to arrange all my work for the year- all the dramas, all the variety shows. You might be resting now (for the holiday break) but I have to work. I can’t let myself become lax and I’m also a little in a hurry. When I have time and am in the mood I will stream. Please don’t make demands of me. I like to stream and chat and relax. But if there’s something I need to do or if I want to take a break then I will do so. LYN: I may be happy and carefree in my streams but I’m not a fool. I don’t want to bring my burdens here and bring you down- if I did have something to share I would make sure to deliver the news positively. I’m not a fool who only chats with his fans and streams and does nothing else. There’s pressure when you’re not clear of what you have to do this year, you know?

Comment: Cut your hair a little shorter. LYN: I want to cut my hair, I really do. But I need it for this drama. I made a mistake. When we were fixing hair and makeup the laoshi suggested I use my own hair, since it’s so long already. It’s half of a wig- a little like for Shades- but for him we added extensions on the back. For this role, we’re adding a little to the top and using my hair at length in the back. The hair/makeup laoshi told me not to cut it. [..] When I get back to Beijing I’ll have it fixed but I can’t cut it until the drama is over. I used to really want to have long(er) hair, but now that I DO have it, it’s a little troublesome.

LYN: Just call me Lao Liu. (and not “lao gong” (husband)) Nothing else. Thank you. Comment: “Lao Liu” sounds lame. LYN: “Lao Liu” makes it sound like I’m a... a driver.

Comment: Don’t cut your hair during the new year! LYN: Oh, right. Because there’s some sort of superstition. I’ll do my best to hang in there until the new year is over (the 15th). LYN: It seems like there are a lot of such superstitions, like not cutting your hair. There’s also not throwing out the trash- so you can preserve the “wealth” of the household, and not cleaning the house. Comment: I’ve never heard the last one. LYN: Well, I just told you. Comment: There’s also not sewing your clothes! LYN: Oh, I really haven’t heard of that one. Maybe the superstitions are different according to regional differences, too. Comment: My mom told me not to cry. LYN: Yeah! It’s the New Year, what are you crying for?? You have to be happy during the new year so the rest of the year can go well. Comment: I can’t help it, I’m too moved. LYN: Uh.. so you’re saying that I haven’t streamed in so long that my coming here (to celebrate New Years) with you has moved you to tears? :) This type of crying is okay. Happy tears. Comment: Ning-ge, after I saw you my “tears” came from the corners of my mouth. [t/n: aka drool] LYN: Uhm. Are you not cooking any food at home? How can you be hungry to this extent?

LYN: Something happy that happened when I was back home is that I could set off fireworks with all the little kids. My grandpa had a friend who would sent us a bunch of fireworks for the new year and I would take them to set off with the neighborhood’s kids. I was so happy. Every time the new year rolled around I would be “king” because the kids had to follow me around if they wanted to play with fireworks. Comment: “Blow up” manholes. LYN: PLEASE do not do such foolish things. You haven’t seen those videos where the kid puts a firework in the manhole and it (explodes and) blows them away? If you have kids at home please keep them away from the manholes. This is because the sewers are down there and... things that GO in sewers are down there and they create natural gases- they’ll blow at just a spark. Please watch your kids, okay? LYN: Another thing to keep them away from the manholes for is that children are likely to fall in. My family always told me that. You’ll be swallowed up by darkness. LYN: Another fun thing was lighting up a glass lantern and carrying that around. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it, or if they’re still around... Comment: I’ve blown up cow dung. LYN: Instead of blowing fireworks you’ve blown up cow dung Uhm... ok. I’m jealous that you were able to have such an experience. I can imagine that blast would be especially surprising. [..] If course, who hasn’t had such an experience? I didn’t know any better as a kid, so I used to throw them into latrines- of course, when no one was there! I don’t know if you’ve ever done that, but I have. Comment: I’m sure you must have been yelled at when you got home. LYN: Do you know how mischievous a kid I was? I wasn’t going to STAND there (and get caught). I threw it in and ran away.

LYN: I’m from Dongbei but recently it’s been snowing in more southern regions. I saw a lot of my friends from the south have been surprised and excited by the snow and want to go watch it. They uploading very happy posts to their weibo, and I’m just thinking “It’s just snow, what’s there to look at.” What haven’t you seen in Dongbei? Winter in Dongbei the mountain would be covered with snow and we’d find a high slope and a sack. We’d sit on the sack, holding two corners and slide down the mountain. The first one down has to have some skill and rely on themselves because- as the first one down- there’s no path yet. You have to make a path first, then go back up and slide down. You’d wear cotton (stuffed) pants and by the end of the day the cotton would be falling out. I’d go home and my grandma would yell at me. LYN: There was another slope hear my house, at about a 30° angle. There were two houses on that hill but they didn’t have any canals/waterways- the water they used would just naturally flow down the ways. So in the winter, there was a road that would be covered with ice- from all the water flowing from those two houses- we’d take a shovel, sit on the metal part and hold the handle and slide down that slope. I played like that for many years, sliding down that slope. LYN: There was no Harry Potter back then. Harry Potter can ride a broom to fly. Modern Brothers could only ride a shovel and slide. Comment: I’ve never seen snow before. LYN: Find a nearby ski resort. Seeing snow isn’t that hard nowadays. If you can’t find a ski resort head to northern cities. You’ll see snow eventually. There are always opportunities.

Comment: Have you played mahjong yet this year? LYN: Not yet, I haven’t had the chance. When I go home I would play mahjong or poker with friends but I haven’t had the chance. Comment: Do you bet money? LYN: This is a dangerous question. Are you doing this on purpose? You must be. LYN: No, we... we don’t bet money. We... we bet guazi (melon seeds: mostly watermelon, pumpkin, or sunflower). Comment: Sticking papers (on your face). LYN: Right, we stuck papers.

- he’s in the trending list, and the topic has advanced a little from earlier. LYN: It doesn’t matter. It’s just the New Year and I’m here to have a chat with you all, the trending topic doesn’t matter.... but it’s nice to have. I’ve said before- because I stream all the time- if it were anyone else then it might be a new sight (and worthy of a trending topic)- but I stream ALL THE TIME. I’ve streamed so much I’m the Stream King (Award). Think about how much that means I’ve streamed for. I stream so much and people STILL aren’t satisfied. They still feel like I don’t stream enough. Is there a standard? Is there someone who has streamed a lot (more than me)? I’ll send this award to them. Comment: Ning-ge, it’s just because I miss you. LYN: I understand. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? Also, I already said this, but I have important work to do- I have to keep busy. Comment: Ning-ge, I love seeing you talk back at people. LYN: I really don’t- I rarely talk back at people in my streams. Is that right? My lines are all in joking manner, but if you ever want me to talk back will ill-intent... /threateningly/ it’ll be a different feeling. But it won’t happen. Usually when I talk-back at someone it’s only to my own disadvantage. If I see a comment that looks like it is typed in a kind manner, I’ll joke around with you, too, because I know that you won’t take offense. Comment: I came with no reason. LYN: Is the word out on the jianghu that there’s someone dubbed the “Stream King”? You’ve heard of this moniker so you’ve stopped by especially to scope him out? You want to know who the “Weibo Stream King” is?

LYN: People keep asking me in the comments section when I’m going to find a significant other. First of all- my mom isn’t anxious/rushed about it, so you don’t have to be either. Alright? My family isn’t even pushing me to marry yet. I know I’m on the older side, but I’m not in a rush to have a child or anything. I still have my dream. Think about it- I only just became a celebrity at 30 and you want me to go back and get married and have a kid? Maybe if I were younger, but I’m already so old I can’t be having these (nonsensical) thoughts. I’ve wanted to be a celebrity since I was a kid and now that I’ve become one I stop and get married and have a kid??? LYN: /sigh/ I have a different thoughts than the rest of you. YOU all need to think about getting married and having kids; it’s a normal part of being filial to your parents. But my family situation is a bit different. Comment: How are you different? LYN: I won’t go into detail, but everyone is different- how they grow up is different and their ways of thinking and personality are all different, accordingly. You may not be able to understand other people and likewise other people may not be able to understand you. It’s okay not to have a mutual understanding- just don’t interfere with one another’s lives.

Comment: Did you main lead discussion go well? LYN: Who told you about that; I don’t think I did, did I?? Don’t blindly guess- then people are going to say I’m thinking too highly of myself and I’m shooting for main roles now. It’s not like that- I look at the role/character. I accept any position. LYN: As an onlooker, I think this industry has a bad tendency- that is, a lot of people aren’t willing to accept second male lead roles. Well, it’s not that they are unwilling- it’s that if they play a main lead and then turn around and play second lead people will criticize and say things like, “Look OOO was a main lead and now they’re back to playing a supporting character.” This way of doing things really prevents producers from getting the most outstanding casting panel. You know? LYN: For example a drama has five roles- every role has a person most suited to it. Of course, the people most suitable are already at the top of the industry. Think about it- among these five, who’s willing to be the 5th male lead? If there was a really popular actor right now who is exactly suited for the FIFTH male lead role and you offer it to them- will they come? They can’t. Even if they do come their fans probably won’t stand for it. LYN: I don’t want to be tied down by these rules. If one day I accept a main lead role and later you want me to act as third or fourth lead I will still accept. So I really like to look at the role and if it’s suitable and if I like it, or if I like the script. It’s not about how much money you can make as the male lead. All money is made the same way. Of course, money is not the most important aspect. I just wish people would think it through, and that way there will be even better dramas. LYN: Take any older drama, for example. Any classic- you’ll find that the main and supporting characters are all excellent actors. That’s why it was able to become an outstanding drama. But dramas nowadays are all--- uhm... yeah. LYN: I hope that if one day I really do land a male lead role, but then turn back and take a role as a supporting character, that you all will not be disappointed in me. I have my own plans and my own understanding of this industry. You may not understand but I hope you can trust me. LYN: Nowadays when I’m picking a role I look at the duration. If a drama wants me in the crew for 3-4 months but only for 100 or so scenes, I won’t accept. I’ll feel like I’m wasting my time. I’ll look at the character and duration. If the character is really great! but you only have two scenes- it’s not worth it. (For example) You’re a god! You’re the Weibo Stream King! These roles are amazing- but you only get one scene and then you’re out... I’m not gonna accept the role.

Comment: Ning-ge, what types of roles do you like? LYN: I like.... actually they’re all good. The thing that makes me happy about acting is that you can experience the lives and minds of a lot of different people. It’s like playing “Script-Killing” (Murder Mystery Games) in real life. I heard that’s a popular game nowadays; I feel like I’m playing it every day. Each character I play is different- there may be some parts that overlap but they generally all lead different lives, so it’s pretty meaningful. You asked me what types of roles I like to play- I hope I can act as someone a little more complicated. That’ll be more of a challenge for me. LYN: People ask actors nowadays what type of role they would like to play and they usually answer that they want to be a bad guy. But if you ask me the same question I’ll tell you I want to play a good guy. XD I want to play a kind person. I’m different from others. Because other actors usually play good guys with a lot of love and endless naivete but I usually play... not usually, but I’ve played a few bad guys already. LYN: From my debut until now, three of my dramas have aired. HBY - UN - CGX. The latter two, I’ve played are good guys. The first one- a villain. After that first drama aired- I didn’t gain ANY fans or recognition. All the comments were so negative, they even started attacking the actor. So, Heroes is about to air.... (My role in) Heroes is also... /clicks tongue/ You know it. (A VILLAIN :D). Now I’m worried that my fans will get too much into the story and start to yell at me. They were just passersby but after watching this drama they will become my antis. Comments: That just means you’re acting well! LYN: Ehm.. then just praise my good acting. Don’t yell at me. You can’t say, “I’m cursing at you BECAUSE you act well.” It’s like you’re walking on the street and someone punches you. You ask them why they punched you and they say it’s for your own good. “I punched you so you know in the future not to walk willy-nilly on the street.” Comment: They’re cursing the role, not you. LYN: I know. But go look up the comments for that drama and see who they’re cursing at. You tell me. Go look. The comments on that drama are like, “Wei Chengfeng is too terrible. There’s no helping this type of person, he’s just a dog! I’m guessing LYN is like this in real life too.” Amazing. Comment: Villains gain a lot of fans. LYN: I hope so.

LYN: Some people have said that they’ve seen my hairstyle for the ending of Heroes and it’s a little unbearable. The one covering half my face? Let me tell you- the three hairstyles in this drama- I’ve designed them myself. The hair/makeup laoshi asked my opinion and I shared with them my understanding of the three stages of this character I’ve gained from reading the script. When he first enters the jianghu he should have a younger look- during the middle he should be more matured- and at the end, he’s changed, and we have to go to the extreme. I’m not saying this so you think I’m skilled or so that you can later curse at the production. Don’t complain about how the character looks- he looks like that based on my own input. I designed it myself and told the laoshi to comply. Anyway, just trust in Director Li Muge. Comment: Is it airing tomorrow? LYN: Tomorrow, probably... no! ??? You’re too early. Comment: Is it 6k high definition? LYN: 6k? Camera equipment already films things in 8k. 6k. You want an “O-K” too? 6 or 8k, it doesn’t matter because you don’t have anything that can play the video back in such high quality. Are you going to broadcast it in a movie theater? I don’t believe your local theater plays television dramas. Comment: 24k. LYN: 24k doesn’t even exist. >.<

- talking about Director Li Muge and how his works always become a hit; and his style of directing (scenic) Comment: Director Muge shoots people really beautifully. LYN: The condition is that the people themselves are already beautiful. It’ll be hard for him on someone like me. > /distracted/ - Daimi is playing around in the bg LYN: Look, she’s here to steal the scene. > /distracted/ Comment: Change the song, I’m tired of it. LYN: !! Even if you are, you can’t say that to my face. Alright, I’ll change it to another lively song for you. Comment: I want to hear Wang Sulong. LYN: Go to his weibo, then. > /back to the topic/ LYN: In any case with our group of actors, on-camera I come out the chubbiest. He’s tried different ways to make me look cooler but in the end he said, “It’s enough. I only ask that you suit the character, I won’t ask for more.” [t/n: here’s lyn self-deprecating humor...]

-- bathroom break -- Comment: Bring Daimi over (in front of the camera). LYN: I’ll let her stream for you a while. No- When I leave, she’ll leave! LYN: You think she’ll stay here and play for you? XD I’d better play a video. - [t/n: I guess people have been taking to citing poems while he’s afk so that any passersby who srop in can see that this stream is “cultured.” XD he comes back and recites some, too.]

Comment: Ning-ge, all your songs recently have to do with “stars.” LYN: Aren’t all the songs being written nowadays like that? “Sky” “Stars” “Sunlight” “Happiness” They’re all popular expressions nowadays. “Radiance” “Belief” etc.

Comment: Ning-ge, can you be my Master? LYN: You want to be Stream King? You also want to become such an impressive person? Uhm.. you can’t. This is a “Educate the Disciple, Starve the Master” situation. [t/n: meaning if he teaches someone else his trade, then he himself will be out of work XD] LYN: But! You can become a disciple of the Night Owl Sect all on your own.

Comment: Lao-da, how come there haven’t been “reaction” videos lately? LYN: Because I haven’t been on any shows lately. [..] Some people want me to comment on other people’s singing or things like that- I can’t judge. Stop messing with me. I can’t comment on anyone else, and it’s enough that I judge myself.

Comment: Are you streaming past 12a today? LYN: I started at 6p- you want me to stream past 12a- that means I’d have to be streaming for six hours?!? My friends, please think about how much time you spend in school. One class is 40 minutes. How many classes do you have a day? 9? 9x40 = 360 minutes, that’s exactly... (6 hours). [t/n: watching a 6hr lyn stream is equivalent to 1 day at school? XD]

Comment: After six months I found myself here again. LYN: So you were my fan, but then stopped? After half a year you thought I was still a decent person to like? Then you’re... a returning customer! Wow, I even have returning customers now...

Comment: Ning-ge, what variety show do you want to go on? LYN: What, are you going to make it happen for me? You’ll get me on whichever I want to go on, your connections are THAT good? I didn’t know I had such talented people among my friends! Nice~ I want to go to... /thinking/ I’m not very picky right now. /clears his throat/ Any will do. :) Comment: Ning-ge, what type of role do you want to play? I’ll write a script for you. LYN: /sigh/ Just writing a script won’t be enough if no one finds me to play the character... I want to play an... hmmm... Someone who lives in 2022, who time-travels back to 1990. And I have a notebook, and written inside is the winning lottery numbers for every week. I don’t need anything else, just a notebook with winning numbers and dates. That’s enough. Write one for me. :p Comment: Restarting Your Life Simulation LYN: Hey, we’ve got the title already! LYN: I don’t know if you will think about this, but I do- what if one day I could go back in time but keep my memories from today; start your life over and remake past decisions. You think about it, right? I think it’s a good thing, I used to think about it all the time. But recently I haven’t. :) Because now if I go back in time and take one wrong step, I probably wouldn’t be a star now. Comment: Ning-ge, if I were to go back in time the first thing I’d do is look for you. LYN: ?! What are you looking for me for??? Comment: I’d go back and be your daughter. LYN: Then going backwards is useless. You have to wait until I HAVE a daughter first. A son is fine too. Actually, I have an uncle on my dad’s side but his kids are daughters, so I am the only son of this generation of the Liu family. So sons are, you know... the seeds... of the Liu family... But it’s ok. We don’t really pay attention to these types of things- as the new generation of youth these days.

LYN: Am I still trending? Am I dreaming? Come on quick, give me a slap! Let me know this isn’t a dream. Reach your hand over and slap me! LYN: I’m not dreaming, am I? Let me check. - /confirms he’s at #24; wishes everyone health and happiness in the new year./ Comment: Ning-ge, I want “bào fù” (explosion of fortune) [wealth instead of health] LYN: You’re not afraid you type that in the comments and get “bào fù” (retaliated against) instead? Don’t. Sometimes you make a wish and you don’t know what god is listening- perhaps they have a dialect and end up misunderstand your wish. Right? I’m sure not all gods speak Standard Mandarin. So be careful. There’s nothing wrong with me wishing you “health.” LYN: Also, no one “explodes in wealth”- they’d have to time travel with all the winning lottery numbers and maybe it’ll happen. But that’s... too difficult. Comment: I want to “live long, never aging” (immortality) LYN: You have the same dream as a lot of impressive people- immortality. XD Then, go eat that fruit from Journey to the West... what’s it called? Some “Immortal Fruit”.... Oh, it’s “Life Fruit”. Comment: I want to be young forever. LYN: Going out and buying some anti-aging products will work better than just shouting into my comments. Buy some face masks and apply them as you watch my stream; it’ll preserve your youth for a bit. Maybe five minutes. [..] You want to be young forever.. SO DO I!

Comment: You dropped on the trending list. LYN: Even if I did, you don’t have to TELL me. - it’s still up, at #27 instead of #24; lyn says it’s ok because as long as people see it, they’ll come to check him out and maybe become a follower :) there’s always the chance. Comment: Singing grows more fans. LYN: You want me to sing, is that it? I will, when DF and AZ are back. We’ll hold our 3rd Carnation Festival. But I won’t sing for now because I have some work to do later. I’m preserving my voice. Comment: I’m not a fan, I came to hear you chat. LYN: THEN CHAT WITH ME! What do you want to chat about? [..] You, you don’t want to chat WITH me, you want to HEAR me chat. Okay. Comment: I’m not (a fan) either. LYN: You came to watch me stream, that’s fine but why did you have to add “I’m not your fan, but” to the beginning of your sentence?? Even if you aren’t my fan now, who knows when you might become one? Some things are inexplicable like that- like “love at first sight.” Comment: You’re being too narcissistic aren’t you? LYN: :( I’m not being narcissistic- how could I have such self-confidence, I’m just making jokes. If someone comes in and says, “I’m not your fan.” should I say, “Okay, it’s probably because I’m not cool enough. I’ll work harder.” ??? It’s like there’s a new student in your class and they come up to you and say “I don’t like how you look but I want to be friends with you.” How are you supposed to answer?? LYN: Don’t look too much into the things I say here. I’m just trying to make things funny so that you can remember me. It’s a tactic. If you learn how to do it right, you too can become the Stream King. Get it? Jiayou.

LYN: I saw that down here, there’s a “Weibo Stream King” banner- could I not have that and get a 1 year Weibo VIP Membership instead? LYN: I’ve heard that Weibo will give some people special privileges. Like me, when I stream they give me this banner. For HZT- his weibo is amazing- usually people can only change their nicknames once a year but HZT can change his as many times as he wants. My super privilege is that I CAN STREAM WHENEVER I WANT. Isn’t it amazing? XD I’ve gained weibo freedom.

- wishes people happy bday bc they asked XD

Comment: The cartoon looks good. LYN: You can sit here for a while and watch it. This screen might be a little small, so go and find a magnifying glass.

Comment: Is this the Dongbei dialect? LYN: It is, of a sort. My friends, please don’t misunderstand- there might be some brands, dramas, or other such producers and directors watching me- when I stream I usually don’t speak the standard dialect, but I CAN speak it. - demonstrates his command of standard dialect with tongue twisters XD LYN: Who knows, maybe some producer is watching and after being impressed by my pronunciation of the tongue twisters want me to act as their main lead. You never know. Comment: The probability is low. LYN: I’m telling you- people can’t keep thinking of the probability of things. You have to have hope towards any possibility. Did you forget how I got the ALZ job? I was having a meal- at another drama’s wrap party, no less. A lot of surprises in life come when you’re least expecting them. LYN: There’s a song for this- /plays Magical Surprise/.

Comment: I found myself here. LYN: Welcome. See, there’s a saying that “if your wine is fragrant enough, don’t be afraid your shop won’r be discovered.” Comment: You publicized it well. LYN: I actually haven’t done any publicity, because I don’t have anything to promote right now. My fans are publicizing for me. But if you’re watching right now, please follow my weibo. Next time I stream it will alert you, but whether you watch or not is your own business. Maybe one day, when you’re bored, you can watch my stream. My stream is like... it’s like those emergency hammer (glass breakers) for cars. You might only use it if your car ever drops into water or in an emergency where you cannot open your car door. You may not use one in 100 years, but you need to have one, just in case. My streams are like that. You may never want to watch one, but one day it may be useful. - also likens his streams to chili bean paste, used for sauces to liven up the flavor of dishes XD LYN: Most people who are coming in because they see my topic on the trending list may be waiting for some punchline. Actually, my stream doesn’t have one. I usually just talk about my life experiences. But, maybe my life itself is actually... a joke. LYN: The people I really have to thank, though, is those who create those short clips. Even if I say something that might not be very exciting, the way they cut the video makes it exciting. They add music and special effects, too. And they are very kind people, who don’t twist my words, and always make sure to put everything I say into context. I’m thankful to you because a lot of people see those clips and want to check me out as well.

Comment: Ning-ge, how is your skin so nice. LYN: :D /clicks his tongue/ Are you messing with me? :) It’s because the filter is on 100% and the blur tool is at 12%. Comment: Turn off the filters. LYN: No way. It’s the New Year, let’s not have any unreasonable demands. Comment: It’s not because of the avocado? LYN: It really isn’t. My skin isn’t good- well, it’s not BAD- just average. The blur tool is really at 100%- so you can’t see any pores. I only ate the avocado for one day, I couldn’t do it ;w;

Comment: Can you put fireworks on? LYN: ? The city doesn’t allow fireworks. There are videos all over the internet, but you came to my stream to watch fireworks? You can see everything in here? Look, here’s snow. Now you want to see fireworks? - plays sound effects XD; someone tells him to tell Siri to set off fireworks, lol. LYN: Siri’s not embarrassed by this, so I’m not either! Comment: My mom wants me to get out (of the house) to laugh. LYN: It’s the new year, talk to your mother nicely.

- someone asks about his next drama. he thinks about it (rolling his eyes around his head) and determines he cannot reveal anything yet. Comment: LYN knows how to pick good scripts. LYN: I’m not impressive to the extent where I can pick my own roles- it’s the producers who are impressive, and who choose me. [..] Because of The Long Ballad I was able to gain a lot more opportunities and I’m very grateful- a lot of people came to look for me after that drama aired. LYN: I was talking to a producer jiejie and she said that she thinks I’ll do well, that she has a feeling about people and that usually those she looks well upon end up very famous. Comment: She was just being polite. LYN: !! What are you doing?? She was praising me, and you say she was just saying that to be polite?! Even so, hearing it made me happy and made me want to work harder. We were sitting at the same table, you think she’d be impolite?? She sits me down for a talk like, “Listen, I don’t think you’re suited for acting. Don’t sing, either. Just go back and stream for your fans.” ??? Even if she was just being polite, she gave me a goal.

Comment: OMG, it’s my first time watching your stream. LYN: There’s no need to be so excited. Please, sit and watch. Don’t stand there, have a seat. There’s no need to be excited, my stream isn’t that amazing. I’m just a very small “Stream King.” Comment: I want to stand and watch! LYN: Alright, then. You can also watch while jump-roping and do some body conditioning.

Comment: Can I have one of the figures? LYN: No. I can’t help you with that. I’ve said this since I was young- that if I wanted something I would work hard to get it for myself. I hope you can develop this habit, too.

- a lot of new people are watching his stream for the first time. LYN: What a coincidence, so am I.

Comment: Tell us about Dilireba. LYN: Are you insane? You want me to talk about other artists in my stream? What she did, what she wants to do, etc.? You must be nuts. Also, what’s an old man like me going around talking about girls behind their backs for?? In my stream you can only hear about me. And if you’re not interested in me?? Then you can sit here for a while. LYN: I’ll never discuss other people’s business. Unless it’s something good, like they have a drama currently airing, and I can spread the word about it.

Comment: Is that a purposeful hairstyle? LYN: Look at this, my hair doesn’t move when I shake my head. I used half a can of hair spray, do you think this style was on purpose or not?

Comment: Ning-ge, do you eat 砂糖橘 (sugar tangerines)? LYN: I don't dare to. Well, they’re okay... I just think that small oranges aren’t satisfying. Also, I’ve seen a lot of videos where people eat a whole crate of them by themselves. Some eat so much they end up in the hospital. Also, that if you eat too many, you’ll turn orange. You can eat some, but in moderation. LYN: I had a friend who I grew up with complain that all of his friends were so pale but he was yellow because his mom liked to eat oranges when she was pregnant with him. There’s no scientific evidence behind this, but it’s something I remembered him saying. [..] Another thing I’ve heard is that if a woman is pregnant and eats a lot of grapes their child’s eyes will be big. Or if they drink a lot of milk or soy milk, then their child will be pale. Comment: Are raisins ok? LYN: How would I know?? These are all just rumors that I’ve heard. But I mean, if you’re pregnant and drink soy milk- in moderation- it’s all nutrients. Comment: Ning-ge, if the mom eats too many grapes will the baby come out purple? LYN: ... ??? ... I said earlier that if the mom eats too many oranges then the baby will be orange; but if the mom eats too many grapes, then the baby will be purple...? They’ll become Thanos? This mother must not have spit out her grape skins when eating grapes. [t/n: another tongue twister: 吃葡萄不吐葡萄皮...] LYN: It’s not like a dye, you’re not going to make the Calabash Brothers.

Comment: Ning-ge, is there a fast way to do homework? LYN: The first way to do your homework quickly is to learn well. If your mind is full of knowledge you can take one look at your homework and write the answers out in no time. If you don’t listen to your teacher during class of course you’re not going to know how to do your homework. The second way is to send me your homework, I’ll do it for you.

Comment: What do you eat to grow taller? LYN: Regarding height, scientists have studied this for centuries and still have not found an answer. You’re asking me?? First is your genetics, the second way is to stretch your legs. When I was going to school I was actually really short and I would be bullied. I only started to grow taller in junior high. But I didn’t want to be bullied anymore, so I went up the mountain to find a Master, remember I’ve told you before? I really didn’t learn any martial arts, but I did a lot of leg stretches. Anything you do- the basics are the most important. Flexibility was the first step, so I did leg stretches every day. At the time I could have pressed my leg right up against the wall, I practiced to that extent. [t/n: Is THAT how he was able to dismount the horse like this. XD] LYN: It happened to coincide with when I was growing, so I ended up tall. Think about it- your legs grow quickly- if the tendons are flexible then it doesn’t tighten and restrict the bone and muscle and gives room for growth. When I’m sitting you can’t tell that I’m nearly 1.8m tall, but if I stand up you’ll think, “Wow, so tall! Comment: You’ll make the bones loose. LYN: No, when you do leg stretches you’re stretching the tendons, not your BONES. [..] Anyway, I think being flexible really helps. No one in my family is particularly tall- my father is 175-176, and my mother is 162-163. These two people create a child who is.. 189?? I still think something mysterious happened there. LYN: I really didn’t eat anything special as a kid, and we didn’t have the means. I didn’t really like to drink milk either. /pauses/ But I loved yogurt! [t/n: bc he has a contract with Chunzhen, lmao]

Comment: My problem is that I have too much hair. (bc they were talking about hair loss) LYN: Aren’t you frustrating. How about this. Sell your hair to a drama crew- all the wigs are made from real hair.

Comment: Ning-ge, why don’t you collab with a lipstick or something? You’ve debuted for three years but have never collaborated with one. LYN: I almost did. But (the gig) was stolen from me by someone. It’s fine. I just have some enemies in this industry. “Enemies” as in some people I have a grudge with. LYN: It’s normal though. Like when I worked in a clothes shop- once there was a lady who tried on clothes all afternoon, but said she would come back later to pay. I happened to have gone out for a lunch break when she came in to pay for her purchases, and my coworker got the commission. :/ LYN: I’ve had a lot of jobs but I’ve also had a lot of jobs taken from me, too. It’s all part of the business. - /starts talking business tactics and the nitty-gritty of price negotiations/

Comment: What do you usually do when you want to take a real break/rest? LYN: I usually play games and there are SO many out lately.

- talks about how great is was to work with the ALZ crew; also he’s likely to dub himself (bc his character doesn’t have a lot of lines), but it’s not time yet. LYN: Don’t be in a rush. I’m still filming new dramas too. Maybe one year I’ll have 6 dramas airing at the same time! You won’t want to see me anymore! Comment: Will you sing an OST for ALZ? LYN: Probably. I usually will... I even got two for Heroes.

LYN: For anyone who takes a picture of me when I’m out at work- if you happen to take a picture of me in character, I thank you, but please don’t edit me to look whiter. Take how dark I am originally and ADD a layer darker. Don’t give people misunderstandings about my character.

Comment: Ning-ge you look so happy when streaming. If you see this comment, nod your head. LYN: /shakes his head/ What are we doing? Sending secret signals?

Comment: My grandpa says you look like my father. LYN: ?_? Your grandfather is too polite. I’m honored to look like your father. Thank you for the compliment. Comment: My granpda says you look really pale! LYN: You two watch my stream with your grandparents?? It must be the new year, you’re at home, yeah? I’ll wish all the grandpa and grandmas watching a new year, and to be healthy!

Comment: Are you a real person? LYN: At this moment and time I am an AI. Hunan Satellite TV has Xiao Yang, don’t they? I’m “Lao Yang”.

-- bathroom break --

LYN: I always see people coming in and saying “OOO stop watching!” Don’t treat my fans this way- they’re young. They have their own thoughts and feelings. What’s wrong with watching my stream? I’m an upstanding person- I’m not going to influence their mental health negatively. Rest assured, I won’t teach them wrong. LYN: It makes me sad. This is like- you’ve just walked into a restaurant. You’re just about to order but your mom walks in and says, “Don’t eat, we’re leaving.” If you’re the owner of the restaurant, how would you feel?

Comment: Ning-ge, the cup you’re using is out of stock. LYN: It was hard to buy in the first place. :) - starts explaining the English on it XD

Comment: Has anyone introduced main lead roles for you? LYN: There are a few, I’m looking into them. If I am able to accept the role it will be my honor, and if they don’t want me it is also my honor. Because they still thought of me in the first place.

Comment: Why do you think to put your hand at the corner of your mouth? LYN: It’s just a small l habit of mine. I do it when I’m thinking. Streaming is easy if you say it is, but it is also difficult because it requires you to think of multiple things at once and it’s easy to lose your focus. It keeps me sharp because I have to think three times before I reply with one sentence. When I’m thinking I’ll put my hand here and when I want to speak I’ll drag the mic over. I don’t do it to look cute, my friends.

Comment: Can you pick up more guzhuang dramas? LYN: All the dramas I’m shooting right now ARE guzhuangs?? - talks about wanting to properly act to his full potential in guzhuang dramas first, even though he’s heard that modern dramas are relatively more easy to shoot (in regards to setting/dialogue/hair&makeup); but it all depends on the choices available to him

Comment: Hurry and shoot a modern drama or else in a couple years you can only act as a rich first-gen. LYN: I’ll have to play the male lead’s father?

Comment: Does the avocado work? LYN: After I posted the pic the first day I never touched them again. They’re in my fridge but every time I see them my head hurts and I can’t bring myself to throw them away. But I don’t want to eat them.

Comment: Did you give any drama crews red envelopes? LYN: I believe in fairness. Since I didn’t give you any, I didn’t give the drama crew any, either. But there is an actor group chat and we all were sharing red envelopes there. I gave out about 2000RMB and was able to grab 3000RMB back. Comment: Who’s in it? LYN: Go look up the actors list of my current drama and you’ll know.

Comment: When will you release the second song from your album? LYN: You’ve heard enough of the first one? But when will I release the second one... I haven’t thought about it. It’s not... worthwhile to make an album nowadays. It’ll be annoying to have spent money for a song no one will listen to. Another thing is- I’m not a compositional singer- I don't write my own songs. But all the demos I’ve received, after listening to them I find them no different than the OSTs I’ve released. I’ll get the feeling like, “Why SHOULD I release this song?” It doesn’t sound good, and I don’t particularly want to release it. :\ So I think It’s better not to rush it. I’ve recorded a few OSTs these past few days, anyway.

Comment: When’s Weibo Night? LYN: How should I know? Go ask Weibo. I think it’s in February, though. Even if I DID know, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Comment: Will you be there? LYN: If they invite me, I’ll probably go. I was talking to a weibo jiejie and she even asked me if I would like to host a bit. You know, on the red carpet? I don’t think I can do it, I asked her, “Are you kidding me?” I told her I was thankful but I didn’t want to make Weibo Night a joke. I’m afraid I’ll mess it up. Maybe I can try in a few more years, when I’m more familiar with the people I’ll be working with/seeing on the carpet.

Comment: Are you planning to be on 2022′s list of Most Handsome Guzhuang Characters? LYN: I’m not planning on it, nor do I ask to be put on one. Please do not give me this title, I’m not worthy. I’ll be successful if I don’t make it onto 2022′s list of Ugliest Men.

Comment: Do you have any scripts where you play yourself? LYN: What do you want me to do? Act as a singer? Comment: Act out your own story. LYN: My story is not interesting. Some things just aren’t as simple as you think. Comment: Get some work for your dog. LYN: For Daimi? Is there anyone (any celebrity) out there whose dog has work? Selling kibble? Doggy diapers? No, right? There are?? [..] Forget it. I hope my Daimi can live a little more innocently.

Comment: Did you fix up your hair today? LYN: I didn’t really fix it. I just washed it and pushed it back a bit. I thought it looked okay so I just fixed it with spray. It wasn’t that complicated.

LYN: It’s about time, I’m out of energy. I streamed a bit much today. Thank you to everyone who is watching and for giving me a trending topic. If you still haven’t followed me, please do so, ok? Thank you. Next time I stream and you have nothing to do, come hang out. - talking about what he’s got to do coming up Comments: Are you dragging because you don’t want to leave? LYN: If you’re doing to be like that then I’ll close out the stream RIGHT NOW. IMMEDIATELY. LYN: Alright, I wish every to have a good night. It was great spending time with you. I’ll see you next time~ Happy New Year!

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(4:28:23)#i left out some of the faqs lol

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for one night standards would you write a scene where aelin cant be found in the castle maybe bc shes doing sth ridiculous with her daughter like a mother daughter photoshoot to surprise rowan with later but when rowan can't find her he gets all panicked and out of his mind bc he still has unresolved trauma from when she was kidnapped and its all angsty until he has both back in his arms but also gives rowan a chance to talk and work through his experience with aelin gone? (because lets face it he probably ignores his feelings about that as much as possible in order to not burden aelin further and because it was just too painful)

loved this idea!!! i also added the prompt “Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again“ Thank you to everyone who supported ONS!! i had such a fun time writing it and im always happy to come back to it. enjoy!!

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Rowan Whitethorn was generally a patient man.

He knew how to wait his turn, to take his time. He was always one to raise a brow at those who seemed to be in a harried rush to everything. It seemed stressful, to say the least. He was perfectly content to sit back when needed.

Except for now.

He had made a trip back home to Doranelle to surprise Isolde for her graduation from her masters program. Aelin had wanted to come as well, but with the baby and the responsibilities she had back in Orynth, it just hadn’t worked out. Still, she sent her well-wishes to Isolde through a video chat, letting little Eliora babble into the camera and say hello as well.

Their daughter was just over six months now, already growing far too fast for Rowan’s liking. He treasured every moment he got to spend with his two favorite girls.

And although he was always happy to see his family back in Doranelle, it had been the longest he had been away since Eliora had been born. It made him highly impatient to return home.

His jet touched down in Terrasen in the early afternoon. It was summer, though the day was mild. The sky was a vivid blue, fat white clouds floating lethargically on the breeze. Absolutely beautiful.

Due to the time difference, he hadn’t been able to call Aelin before he had got on the plane. He tried to reach her as he slid into the dark sedan that would drive him from the airport to the palace, but all he got was her voicemail.

Maybe she was in the shower, or changing Eliora’s diaper. Maybe their daughter had a finicky night of sleeping and now the pair were trying to catch up on their slumber. It was fine. Or so Rowan told himself. He still hadn’t been able to stop the small clench of nerves at the pit of his stomach.

He scolded those foolish feelings. Of course his wife and daughter were safe. They were just waiting for him to return.

The drive was quick and easy and he was back at the palace before he knew it. His feet carried him towards the room he shared with Aelin, a small smile curling on his lips as he thought about having his wife and daughter in his arms once more. He missed the feeling of Aelin curled against him as they slept.

“Aelin?” he called, pushing into their room and nudging the door shut behind him. “I’m home.”

He was greeted by nothing but silence. No sound of running water in the bathroom to suggest a shower, so soft snores or shifting sheets meaning a nap. He strode into the bedroom, finding that the bed was already neatly made, not a thread out of place.

He dropped his bags by the dresser, noting that Aelin’s phone had been left there, face up. He picked it up, seeing that she still had the notification of a missed call from him and a few miscellaneous emails that hadn’t been checked.

“Aelin?” he said again, moving towards the nursery. He had gotten used to the sight of Aelin sitting in the rocking chair with Eliora, either when the babe was hungry or she just wanted to hold her daughter. Rowan had countless pictures on his phone of the two of them in that position. The sunlight streamed from the window and hit them just right in the mornings, making them look like a painting.

But the nursery was empty and the window was shut.

Those nerves reared their ugly heads once more. He had no reason to assume the worst, the palace was one of the safest places in the kingdom.

But… Aelin had once been snatched away from him on palace grounds. During their own wedding.

Rowan shook himself. No. That was the past. This was now.

Since his wife didn’t have her phone, he knew it would be fruitless to try and contact her that way. But, Rowan knew Aelin better than he knew himself.

He began a sweep of the palace, checking out her favorite haunts. The library was a bust, so was the gym. He had checked the kitchens to see if she had swooped in for a snack or something sweet, but she wasn’t there either. Rowan luckily ran into Aedion, asking the prince if he knew where Aelin was. But her cousin hadn’t seen her at all that morning.

With each failed attempt at finding them, Rowan’s fears steadily crept up. It wouldn’t be much longer before they had wrapped themselves around his throat and pulled him deep into their depths.

He took a long breath to center himself before striding out into the gardens. His heart started beating faster, not seeing any sign of her at first. Rowan’s fingers curled into tight fists as he stepped over fresh, green grass. Gods, where were they? If something had happened to them…

But before Rowan’s fears could conquer him, he heard a soft voice on the summer breeze. A familiar voice at that. Relief washed through him, heavenly and soothing, as he followed that melodic sound.

It was Aelin. It didn’t take him long to realize that she was reading one of Eliora’s favorite books to her. It was a silly tale, and it was made even more vivid when Aelin told it. She was an excellent story-teller. They didn’t know how much Eliora really understood, whether she just liked the brightly colored pictures or the faces her mother would make when she told it. Regardless, it always made the little princess smile.

Rowan rounded a hedge, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sight before him.

Aelin had spread out a large quilt under the shade of a willow. Some of Eliora’s toys were scattered about, but currently, the toddler sat in her mother’s lap, wide-eyes glued on the book before her.

Rowan couldn’t help but think Aelin looked stunning today. Her golden hair was left loose, swaying on the breeze, the summer sun bringing a healthy flush to her cheeks. She wore a silky, pale blue wrap-dress, bare feet tucked beneath her as she read. Eliora looked mighty charming too in a bright pink dress with a matching bow.

Rowan strolled towards them, Aelin’s eyes jumping towards him as she noticed his presence. A huge smile broke out on her stunning face.

“You’re home!” she greeted, putting the book she had been reading aloud down. Eliora, no longer entertained by her mother’s storytelling, crawled over the quilt to grab one of her brightly colored toys. “I thought you were going to call me when you landed?”

“I did, Fireheart,” Rowan said. He lowered herself behind Aelin on the blanket, his wife situated between his legs, before wrapping his arms tightly around her and tugging her back into his chest securely. “You left your phone in our room.”

Rowan placed a lingering kiss on Aelin's shoulder, breathing in her scent deeply. She was safe, in his arms, Eliora happy as can be, sticking her toys in her mouth. Everything was fine.

Aelin turned in his arms slightly, brows knitted slightly. Rowan knew she could see right through him.

“What is it, Ro?”

“It’s nothing, love.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at him, as if to say, Don’t you lie to me, Buzzard.

Rowan heaved a sigh, reaching out and brushing some of Aelin’s silky hair behind her ear. “It’s just… you didn’t answer me when I called, and I couldn’t find you and Eliora when I got back. I just couldn’t help but think…” His hand drifted until it rested on Aelin’s abdomen, right over the scar she bore from fighting her way to freedom. He saw understanding on his wife’s face.

“We’re here, Rowan. We’re safe.” She placed a gentle hand on Rowan’s cheek, bringing his gaze towards her.

“I know,” Rowan whispered, jaw clenched. “But sometimes, I just worry that when I open my eyes, this will all turn out to be a dream. And I’ll lose you all over again.”

Aelin took his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “This is real, Rowan. We both fought for this life, for each other. And nothing, nothing, is going to take it away. Ever.”

Rowan saw the determination blazing in Aelin’s eyes. She was right, of course. This was their life now, they had built their happiness bit by bit, even when so much seemed to want to go wrong. But Aelin and Eliora… they were everything to him. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to banish his fears entirely, but he would treasure every moment he spent with them.

Rowan leaned in, kissing Aelin softly before murmuring against her lips, “I missed you.”

She smiled, kissing him again. “I missed you too, Ro.”

They indulged in a few more slow, sweet kisses before loud babbling sounded, tiny hands twisting into Rowan’s trouser. He looked down, finding Eliora’s wide eyes looking up at him, flashing a gummy smile.

Aelin laughed. “It looks like someone else missed you, too.”

Rowan grinned, reaching out and picking up his daughter. He held her up high, making her release the sweetest little laughs, little legs kicking in delight. He kissed Eliora all over her little face before tucking her in one arm, throwing the other around Aelin. Immense love and devotion flowed through him, holding his two girls close.

No wonder why he had been so impatient to get home.

#rowaelin #my writing #one night standards #its cute :)#love this au #what if i just changed the names and some details and turned it into a book

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«❝ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❞» - PT. TWO

Yeonjun was the one to break up with you, so why does he want you back now?

➸ check part one out here!

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Pairing: Yeonjun x Reader (female)

Genre: 335 cups of fluff and 3 cups of angst

Warnings: a bit suggestive maybe??? cursing, eating, cheesy cringe stuff hehe, ++ unedited so there may be a lot of mistakes !!

Song: I’ll Never Love This Way Again

(YUH OMG FINALLY I FINISHED THIS REQUEST IM SCREAMING OMG??? i’m so sorry that this took so long, i know a lot of people waited for it 😭😭 and for the anon who requested this bc there wasn’t a notif- keah accidentally deleted it 😭😭. ngl i would die for yeonjun in this. ANYWAY, i hope you enjoyyy~~ i rlly liked doing something like this and yes i have to mention the happiness it gave me at 1am when i finally finished it 😌💕)

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As easy as it was to say compared to real life, Choi Yeonjun was a wreck. A horrible, horrible and you must’ve forget to say- horrible wreck! That is including the duration of time before and after the second time you left.

How he roused one morning to you no where in sight after a vicious night of going out was something he deeply regretted. He would do anything to go back to that day, of course. He wasn’t sure about how you were doing, but jeez did he want to see those bright glints in your eyes whenever you saw him again. To see you smiling like nothing was wrong or giggling when he finally made ticklish contact on those sensitive places or even how you’d frown before him due to his carelessness. His mind drew him back to the ungodly hour of 4am when you scolded him for the scar on his arm he didn’t seem to realize until later and the way you made sure nothing else on his body was hurt. Yeah anyone could tell that didn’t go very well considering he was a boy and you were a girl, but that wasn’t the point!

In simple terms, he missed you more than anyone he’s ever laid eyes upon and the plain truth was that. You weren’t easy to be shaken off his mind after that ordeal of getting you to himself for one, final night. It hurt him most to see the disgusted expression on your face as if you were staring straight at a pile of elephant poop on the ground, not wanting to do anything with it because it was useless and foul. He couldn’t possibly make it your fault too, which meant he shouldn’t have been surprised. Breaking your poor heart by insulting you and taking you for granted, everything was wrong with him for thinking this way!

Whether he liked it or not, his heart said differently about this matter.

Perhaps it was the way you looked that night- he could say- however, it was more than that. With your adoring, sparkling eyes that weren’t easy to miss and your stunning, contagious smile that caused ripples of happiness to fly across the room, he couldn’t blame anyone for falling in love with you. After all, he was a victim of it himself so there was no way he could’ve not in the end. All of those things were true especially, but taking in everything to account as well hanging out with you, your unique individual beauty meant nothing.

He just loved you for you. Loved? No, not loved. Loves. He still loves you for you, and he was a fool to realize it this late. He just lost the best thing in his life due to his stupidity; he knew fully well that you couldn’t ever bring yourself to talk to him face-to-face again if the two of you met again. Would you two even come to meet in the first place? That was the true question here. He and you both knew that due to your resistance and remorse for what happened last weekend that you would never permit yourself to see him. Like he said, he couldn’t blame you for that either.

And yet, why is he trying to convince himself that he’s the only one for you? Your every smile was originally because of him, but now... but now, you’d never let him hear that for one, last time. He couldn’t redo his mistakes of the past of hurting you even if he promised never to do that again. And judging this situation, destiny wouldn’t allow that to happen anyway. With all of your encounters, it seemed as if they all turned out the same way. Everything was ripped into shreds.

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“Wait, so you sLEPT WITH HIM?!” Soobin’s voice reached to a dangerous while the two of you paced around the hallways together, trying to quietly talk about last weekend until he so rudely screamed about your untrue administrations. You clasped your hand over his mouth in instinct, punching his shoulder as a warning to keep quiet or else. His body heaved with hearty chuckles while you screamed, telling him to keep his voice down so that you could truly tell him the whole story.

“Soobin! That’s not true; I wouldn’t do anything like that, ever!”

“Well, he’s your ex- and he’s hot, so why wouldn’t you sleep with him?!”

Now some of the students subtly shuffled around to eavesdrop on your conversation, and you groaned at the newfound attention. Just what were you thinking about telling him when sometimes he could contradict himself to be this loud?! It was steaming tea, yes, but no one else had to hear about it! You should’ve told him this stuff at lunch when the two of you were alone.

Swiftly pulling Soobin to the vacant hallway where thankfully no one else was walking, you made sure to keep your voice to a faint hush. You weren’t sure if he could hear you, but you couldn’t risk involving anyone else in this personal matter. Students passed by all around you in the other hallway, holding conversations and walking in groups which was a good sign you could actually speak normally since no one was paying attention anymore.

“So did you or did you not?” He mused, ruffling the top of your head. You pushed his hand away, rolling your eyes at his playfulness when the gravity of the situation needed to be comprehended instead.

“Soobin, I told you we never slept together in that sense last weekend. We were both drunk and shared the same bed! It doesn’t mean anything and we aren’t going to get back together,” you held your breath through those words as you watched the amused smile on his face turn into a pitiful, pouting lip. His adorable puppy dog eyes that were begging you not to get mad at him didn’t seem to work now, and you found yourself telling him off even if you didn’t mean to in the first place.

“You’re so stupid for thinking that, you know?! Yeonjun’s a jerk, I have no clue why I ever got with that bastard in the first place! God, if you never let us meet together then you know I would’ve been happy now. Just why did everything have to turn out this way?!”

The walls of your heart you tried so hard to buttress through your words and actions crumbled with every second you spoke, disintegrating into pure dust the moment your voice leveled to reach your anger. Your chest was trembling as you choked out the last few words, unable to say anything anymore as a lump appeared in your throat. You hated being weak in front of him the most because he’s seen you so many times like this before and he’d very clearly think of you as a crybaby.

He seemed to understand this, shooting you a gently smile as some small encouragement. It was that smile that urged you to snap out of your evil trance immediately. For saying all those rude things to him, it was contradictory since at that very moment you wanted to take everything back. The guilt ate you up in an instant once you took in his dumbfound yet soft expression, causing you to envelope him in a warm embrace as contrition. He never deserved this treatment when it wasn’t even his fault anyway.

“I... I’m sorry, Soobin. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It’s just so hard on me now since I know I shouldn’t have done that with him last weekend. We didn’t do a lot, and yet I still want to say that I love him...? Even now I won’t allow myself to cry and be weak but,” your voice faltered as your body slightly shivered, “I can’t do it. I just can’t be strong anymore. It’s so hard.”

Soobin sighed, generously allowing you to lean on him like last time. You were so strong- you had always been so strong in front of him, and it hurt him to see that you were slowly breaking no matter how much you tried to stop it. He could see right through the so called smile you shot him this morning as soon as you saw him. He knew right then and there that something happened to you during the weekend and when he heard it was all about Yeonjun... he had to contain himself not to beat up his best friend or else the friendship he treasured dearly would crash, fall, and wouldn’t withstand.

However, the truth remained. Little by little, you were shattering due to Yeonjun’s actions and he could only watch helplessly as you flew freely to the ground. It was an understatement to say that he was starting to hate his best friend for doing this to you, but in the end he believed you. If you did it before, then you could do it again right? And you knew that Soobin was always right there for you no matter what.

Last month you gave it your all in order to move on. He truly admired that you kept running and running towards the future even if you felt that there was no end, a quality he secretly cherished of you. As a person, you were strong in your own way and Soobin was proud of you. He just didn’t know how to say it now without making the bright atmosphere droop. It was always like this whenever a problem with your relationship arose. He brought you closer to his arms.

“You’re not weak at all for crying, Y/N. I think you’ve been holding it for too long now. You’re always welcome to come to me, alright? I’ll save you from that stupid Yeonjun and make you happier than he ever has! You deserve someone much better. You and I both know this.”

He wiped your every tear which streamed against your cheek with his thumb gently, and somehow you finally smiled. Ardent, genuine, and sincere, your smile was enough to cause another one of his own towards you, a great deal of blinding happiness all around you. You were sure Soobin was waiting for this after a while, although it came out at a surprising time. You didn’t expect it either.

This was another feeling you couldn’t ever get enough of, for it reminded you of the time when Yeonjun asked you to be his... but comparing it to this wasn’t right at all.

No words were spoken between the two of you, but it really did mean a great deal of comfort to you. How could he offer up this ample amount of support towards you? You made a promise to yourself to make it up to him one day.

A few minutes later, you reluctantly pulled away from his sweet hug to check the time on your phone. You weren’t sure how long you’d been holding each other like this (and you really did enjoy it), but if you kept dawdling then you would miss every single afternoon class. Your eyes scanned through the upper numbers.

Crap. You already missed the first few minutes!

You scrambled to get yourself off him, pulling your bag over your shoulder in a haste. “Wait, I’ll tell you the details later!” You waved your hand for a flimsy goodbye, rushing to get every paper in your bags in check. It was a pathetic bye, that was for sure. You rushed out before Soobin could even mutter a bye, hoping to get there in good time so that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of everyone. Oh, well. You’ll see him later.

Your footsteps faded away little by little and yet another set rippled through his ears through little clacks on the spotless floor. He wondered if you were coming back to ask him something but before he could turn around, sweet words that were due to a familiar tone made his heart stop in place.

“Please, take care of her for me.”

...

Upon hearing that voice Soobin halted in his tracks, looking back at a pair of warm, brown eyes that met his own. By the looks of it, he heard everything you said. Not to mention that it was the second time the boy eavesdropped at that.

“Soobin, please? You can date her even if it hurts but just please... if I can’t look after her, then who else’ll take her to her favorite restaurant?”

The pleas did not matter to him all the more, if he was being honest. This game was something he didn’t want to be involved in but looks like fate had its plans. It was obvious now. He hated this and although he said you deserved better, it was clear that the two of you were destined to be together.

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The door clamorously creaked as soon as you entered, making you cringe at the sudden but minimal heads that turned towards you. You shyly offered up a smile, reorganizing the books in your hands to pass off some of the attention somewhere else. Some of the people there were doing their own things and focused on talking to each other to an extent. You sighed gratefully. Thankfully you could sit alone at a spot where no one would notice you at the top of the row.

After you wondered where the rest of the students were and the professor whom you searched for in every direction, you gave up with a relieving drop of your shoulders and decided to sit down. Glancing at the time, you muttered how stupid you were under your breath for reading the clock wrong. You were fortunately five minutes earlier, but looks like you have to wait now until the lesson starts.

Getting situated in your spot was an easy thing and you toyed with your phone when you heard a shuffling of clothes sitting next to you on the right. It wasn’t such a good time to be socializing right now since you felt like crap but if you were going to make new friends, you might as well do so now. After all, college was supposed to be a good experience minus all the endless assignments and projects to prepare for your future.

You managed to steal a look at the person who sat right next to you but became paralyzed in your spot when you realized who it was, whipping your head where you wouldn’t be able to get distracted by him. That dazzling, blue hair was unmistakable. And the perfect, rosy lips were too! How could you not be tainted when he chose to sit next to you?! Seeing as the latter was impossible when you heard his deep voice murmur the words ‘good morning,’ a bead of sweat collected at your forehead. He was never this bold before after you broke up, and you pondered if he wanted to be good friends again after what happened. The audacity was unbelievable.

You couldn’t understand why he’d choose to be beside you when there were many more other open spots in the room. He must’ve been mocking you, making fun of you after how weak you looked a few days before.

The question was though, why the hell was he sitting right there?! Right next to you?! You could feel the words becoming stuck in your throat as you choked out a good morning back, too anxious to say anything or else it’d initiate a conversation between the two of you. That was the least thing you wanted to do as of now, wasting all your energy on the time spent convincing yourself he’d make up some small talk. That time however never came, and you were left politely smiling at the one and only Choi Yeonjun when you randomly found him staring at you.

The professor finally arrived, lifting off a heavy burden on your chest when you could’ve been dreading the lesson instead. You should’ve left before as to not create any conflict, but anymore absences and your future would’ve been as good as dead. Although you could look at the bright side now! Yeonjun wouldn’t be able to talk to you or else he’d miss some important things which would in turn affect his grades. You threw a grateful smile towards the center of the cavernous room, becoming a little bit relaxed even if some part of you was still freaking out he was that close to you.

The class was a blur, pointless information echoing throughout the room you didn’t care to learn since you were dozing off. Your mind was too busy looking back at the events that went down last weekend, becoming more tired with every second that passed. It was hard to get your brain off that addicting stuff called overthinking every single time you caught Yeonjun staring at you with tender, soft eyes. Simultaneously, you were hoping no one would call you out for daydreaming of what could’ve been, so you hid behind a tall person’s blonde head, hoping not to be caught.

Sadly, you were brought back to the room when a chorus of sighs collected together to make a violin whimper of disappointment.

“You will be working with the person beside you on the right,” the professor declared, clearing their throat while most of the class groaned altogether. Wait so that means...

In an instant, everything seemed way too overheated in the room now. Were you the only one feeling hot or what?! You knew fully what was supposed to come next since you were the only two sitting on the top, the rest of the bottom being filled out by tons of people who were tuning in to the lesson.

Sometimes life doesn’t work the way we want it to. That itself was obvious. Otherwise you’d be somewhere else being happy instead of working with this jerk!

You couldn’t help the frustration of curses you thought in your head, glaring at the boy who was giggling cutely to himself.

“Oh, looks like you’re paired up with me! I can’t wait to work with you, Y/N~” The tone of his voice made your heart skip a beat, the all too familiar teasing getting to your head. As you expected, whatever he said would have an effect on you, instantly making you heat up at how true that statement was.

Smiling, you gulped, feeling too parched all of a sudden. God only knows how much you wanted to get out of there right away. You were dying not to embarrass yourself, collecting your books together as you slathered a polite tone to your voice. Somehow you got the words out despite making clear eye contact with him way too long for your own good. It felt so wrong to say he was a masterpiece but it felt so right to keep looking at him like this.

“Where should we work?” Yeonjun asked once more.

He leaned closer to you, leaning on his hand as he maintained an direct, intent gaze. Your lips formed into a straight line, hopelessly wishing he wouldn’t see how much of a mess you were in front of him. Then he licked his lips. That was the end of you! He and you both knew that it was meant to be flirtatious. Your ears burned at the sight. Well that was enough to be looking at his eyes now! You foolishly turned away.

“Hmm, how about we meet at the bakery everyday at five? Are you okay with that?” Yeonjun suggested, raising an eyebrow to comprehend your unsure expression. You nodded your head acceptingly, albeit a bit defeated. He shouldn’t have been expecting anything. You were fine with whatever place you could meet up by, but didn’t he know that you weren’t fine working with him?!

After the quiet and easily awkward atmosphere, you turned on your heel getting up from the exhausting spot. It was much too uncomfortable for you to plan out a schedule with him, and second you weren’t able to catch the directions with him chatting it up a bunch.

Of course you wanted to be mature about the situation, but it was impossible for you. If it was another person, then you would’ve been fine. You could ask around but that itself was scary too. Your heart was in a tugging predicament with you in between, and you weren’t sure what to choose. Seems like Yeonjun was your only choice now. It would’ve helped you move on but with him right there, it would be harder to really think about yourself for once. You shot him one more look, hoping it would be the last.

“Yeonjun, don’t think you’re fooling me with this flirting. You know I can’t work with you after what you said. I’m sorry, but find someone else who’ll be open to being your partner.” You opted to get up from your seat, trying to dash away as quickly and quietly as possible until he said something that made you paralyzed as you got up.

“Y/N, please wait!”

Suddenly the world stopped and in it, you could only see the two of you with Yeonjun clinging gently to you.

He grabbed your arm before you could move to another seat, holding on tightly just to make you stay. You winced at how warm it was compared to your shaking arm, avoiding his vulnerable eyes due to embarrassment. You didn’t know how you were supposed to do this project anyway when you couldn’t even look at him in the first place.

“I know, and I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done whatever we did while we were drunk and bothered you like that. Just... can you work with me this once? I want you to get a good grade with me.”

Gradually, his words became inaudible at the end, as if too ashamed to say it out loud. It was an understatement to say what he said was surprising. Therefore you couldn’t help but gasp at how vulnerable he got when you tried to move away from him when you thought he would’ve let you go after what happened. It was clearly too much for you to see his adorable puppy dog eyes, glistening and sparkling with sincerity when you safely decided to look back at him, feeling weak in the knees with uncertainty of what to say.

And although you wanted to say no so badly, you spoke without thinking and murmured something only he could hear.

“Okay then... Let’s do well.”

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Before you knew it, five pm rolled by and you were face-to-face at the bakery where Yeonjun was waiting for you. At this point, you were reluctant to go through with this since you could easily say you hadn’t found anyone to do the project with. But knowing that the teacher was stubborn and hardheaded when they made plans like these, it would be impossible to convince him to let you work alone. Plus, you actually got ready instead of throwing your favorite hoodie this time! You couldn’t let all your extra effort and special preparing to go to waste just because it was Yeonjun.

And gosh, you just had to remind yourself it was Yeonjun again.

The advances were simple. You had brought all your heavy books relating to the subject, hoping they’d be able to help but now all they seemed to do was weigh you down from getting the door. The wind was heartless, sending icy gusts through your clothes as you heaved out a sigh. It would’ve been good if you just left now instead. But this would only make matters worse. You swiped your phone again, purposely ignoring the contact name of ‘Stupid Mean Jerk Jjuniebug.’ He hadn’t texted you yet saying he was there so you hesitated a tiny bit before reaching for the golden door handle and eventually going inside.

The warm smell of cookies, cakes, and a variety of baked breads welcomed your nose, making the corners of your lips turn up with satisfaction. Out of all the distractions in the world, the Boulangerie was such a perfect place to go to do anything, really. If it wasn’t for your stupid project, you’d probably relax and enjoy a cup of your favorite drink paired with one of the delights they had here! It sounded like flawless idea. Happily, you made a mental memorandum in your head to plan out a day with Soobin where the two of you could hang out and tell stories to each other. He would definitely enjoy this place because of all of the bread you could order.

Surprisingly, Yeonjun was there already and you assumed he was writing something important down due to the determined expression on his face. He furrowed an eyebrow, slightly biting is lip while you inched towards him. You couldn’t help the smile that arose on your cheeks because of how endearing he looked as he worked hard, holding tightly to the books in your arms when you finally came close to him.

He looked up from his little notes of hearts and bunnies he was doodling as soon as a pair of shoes made unpretentious clitter-clacks, eyes lighting up with admiration when he realized that it was you standing there.

“I ordered your favorite dessert while waiting for you. Do you still like it?”

The words got stuck in your throat. He got you something? He must’ve been thinking of your arrival too attentively otherwise there’s no way that was true, but gosh did Yeonjun prove you wrong in a second.

Glancing at the sweets before you paired with a dainty teacup of your favorite drink, a gasp left your lips that embodied awe since he still remembered what you liked to order whenever you came to the Boulangerie with him. The snow white lace of the table fabric created flashbacks in your mind and you tensed up in realization. You hadn’t come here in two months- the last time you were able to picture your last date with him. Although, that wasn’t the point at all.

You were not to be expecting anything after the two of you separated even if the two of you were exes. It was just in Yeonjun’s moral codes in life to be kind to anybody and especially you whenever he please just because it was normal to him. You adored how pure he was, but at the same time you couldn’t shake how he acted towards you almost two months ago. That hostile expression on his face- one you’d never seen before- couldn’t ever be erased from your memory no matter how much effort you put in it.

But the past was the past. No bad things could happen like that now, could it? It was all because the two of you broke up. You were exes.

And yet, you could smile freely like nothing of the sort happened towards the two of you. After all, it was the right thing to do wasn’t it? Yeonjun would’ve wanted you to do that too, you knew it deep inside despite desiring to deny it. To move on and not have any feelings of pent up frustration and anger towards each other. Joy swelled in your heart at how much maturity you were gaining because of heartbreak. Maybe the two of you could be friends. Maybe.

“Thank you so much for doing this even if you didn’t have to, Yeonjun. I’m surprised you even came since your friends are much more interesting than me. I’m glad that you did though.”

You decided to take a bite in the delicacy, immediately not regretting the dulcet decision as you relished in the simple sweetness that came with it. Honestly, you missed this wonderful, mouth watering taste so much! Just like what you remembered, you shut your eyes in pure content, not being able to take in the sight of the boy in front of you who chuckled to himself.

Yeonjun heaved a breath of amusement from his chest, cheek laying down on his hand again as his eyes showed nothing but the sincere feeling of endearment towards you. He shifted comfortably on his side, grabbing one of the crimson, bright strawberries from his plate as he bit onto the juicy tip of it.

“You know, you’re always cute when you smile like that,” he whispered, not caring whether or not you heard it- which you obviously did.

You puffed your cheeks out at this.

“Shut up...! We’re here for a project, remember? Not to... flirt, silly.”

The mischievous yet saccharine grin on his face made you flustered and you glanced away from him, pretending to look at the tray of enclosed desserts that you saw when you first entered the bakery. You couldn’t allow yourself to become distracted like this! Not to mention that looking at him straight through doesn’t seem to help either!

“Oh, but when I look at you I can’t seem to focus on anything else. I’m being serious here; I just really can’t seem to take my eyes off you.”

The slamming yet gentle sound of you slamming the spoon you were holding on the table gave everything away and his eyes turned into euphoric crescents that only signaled delight.

“Yeonjun, I said shut your trap. All these cheesy compliments and I’ll... we have to do our project, so please cooperate and let’s put our work together to actually do something good.” You pulled your books together in a pile, acting as if you were really doing something in order to distract him from teasing you. The raging beat of your heart begged to differ, so you hoped he wouldn’t hear it or else that would give him another reason to make you flustered.

“As you wish, princess. We’ll work so well together that you’ll miss me once I drop you home!”

Princess...?

He’ll drop you home...?

You groaned in annoyance at the nickname and offer although you kind of enjoyed it, wanting to smack Yeonjun in the mouth for not listening to your request. He must’ve been deaf or something because the whole time he kept throwing coy phrases you’d never heard before or trying to whine about how much work it all was for the two of you.

You were only starting to understand how annoying he was whenever he got cranky and dozed off for thirty minutes, leaving you to search through all those books and gather information yourself which was luckily a lot of help. It was a nice silence for a while but once he got back to annoying you endlessly, you swore you could rip all your hair off from the frustration building up from inside of you.

How were you going to do a week of working with him when you couldn’t even look at him in the eye every time he made pouty, kissing lips? Or take him seriously whenever he called you a pet name for that matter? You wished future you the best luck, unfortunately not knowing what would arrive in the times to come.

...

“Hey, could you look at this for a second? I’m having trouble if I should or more exactly- how I should put this down when it makes no sense.”

You laughed at how clueless he was when it came to his favorite subject, shuffling right beside him to see what he was struggling with. It was too natural, too suspicious for the both of you not to know this. You contained the snickers of mock once you put it all together, silently calling him stupid in your head for not being able to jot down this simple effortless thing. You twisted your body towards the notes, enough for your shoulders to meet together.

Little did you know that Yeonjun only wanted you to come close to him, and it was more than suffice to say it worked out in his favor.

You were explaining everything to him but the only thing he could focus on was the little things about you. The bitty, endearing gestures of your hands while you connected two of the subjects, the way your chest heaved up and down when you took a tiny breath of air, and even how your lips opened and closed was enough for Yeonjun’s fluffy cheeks to heat up and bloom into a rosy red. The words droned off as it echoed between the two of you, easily becoming pointless since he wasn’t paying attention anyway.

A couple of seconds passed between the two of you when the bakery suddenly became silent, and he gripped the pencil he dropped earlier on the table as you shot him a shy smile. Yeonjun’s knuckles became white with every second his stare lingered on you. You were way too cute for your own good, and you didn’t even know it- so why was he surprised? He, too, was hoping you wouldn’t be able to notice the aggressive thumping in his chest.

“Yeonjun? You got all of that, right?” Your symphony-like voice snapped him from out of his trance.

“Okay, then I’ll put that down,” he breathed tiredly.” It looks like he was getting exhausted too, huh? You were about to say a few words of encouragement until he cut you off with his own.

“We’re almost done researching; just hang in there, alright? You’ve been doing so well, Y/N.”

The gentle, supporting words was enough to send ripples through your heart and you nodded your head, all the while checking through what you noted and what you forgot. You wanted to keep thinking about what he said and how it motivated you to keep going. You didn’t want to upset you and most definitely not him. However, the fatigue coating your eyes was too much and you slowly closed the heavy lids, head slowly turning to the side before you fell on something all too familiar.

A sudden yet light weight on his shoulder made him look up from what he was writing down, stunning him in his spot when he saw you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He must’ve known that this much thinking wore you out after such a long while. A tender smile decorated his lips and he took in your every feature, hoping to draw out the face that made him feel alive.

“She’s so cute...” He grabbed his jacket from the side he’d taken off earlier, laying it gently upon you with his other hand as if it was something he’d done since the beginning of time. You nuzzled your cheek against his way too comfortable shoulder, becoming more snug with each minute that passed by. He couldn’t help the skip in his heartbeat when you muttered his favorite nickname in your sleep, this ‘Jjuniebug’ being much more different compared to the past because he knew you were dreaming of him.

When such a sight like this was to be treasured by anyone, he decided he didn’t want to work anymore. Like the gentleman he was, he gathered your books together, pushing your plate to the side before laying his head against yours. He intertwined your hands with his, grinning gently from ear to ear at the warmness he felt from inside.

He stole one more glance at you, fingers delicately dancing from your cheekbone all the way to your chin, tracing your jaw as gingerly as he could. This was what he was hoping for after such a long time of not receiving it. That itself was rightfully so, yet having you near meant the world and so much more to him.

Then he glanced out the window where rain was drizzling, creating a dreading gray atmosphere which was nothing but chaos. It could’ve been something that alerted him on such a dreary day, making him anxious at how he was going to get home in a mess. But to him, he wouldn’t trade this peaceful present. Always, he wanted to be close to you like this. It couldn’t have been too much to ask, honestly.

“Tell me,” he said to no one in particular, “how can you make a moment last forever?”

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Tuesday passed as quickly as Monday did and you swiftly got prepared for five pm later. You were bouncing with excitement, ready to see the boy who’d been waiting for you over at the library, a place you decided together when he texted you during lunch break. To be true to yourself, you couldn’t wait to work with him. All day you were waiting for the horrid, slow hours to pass of lectures and countless assignments online, lingering silently through the minutes that seemed to go by forever in hopes that everything would go faster. The relief you felt when you were dismissed for the day and the joy that swelled in your heart when you went home, preparing yourself as best you could.

You didn’t understand why you were buzzing with energy over meeting someone like this, for wasn’t it true the two of you were exes? Two months ago you broke up; that was quite obvious. It didn’t help that and that number one: he was a jerk after a while of dating you, and number two: he was probably playing with your heart if you decided to be smart. But then again you always rewarded that guilty pleasure by saying the past was the past and he bought you your favorite delicacy. He may have hurt you before and because of that, you promised yourself you wouldn’t ever date him ever again.

With that thought in mind you threw your favorite outfit on that you planned just the night before, looking in the mirror twice just to make sure you looked okay. Deep down you knew it was a lie to say you weren’t doing these special things for him, trying to convince yourself that in doing so- this dressing up would do your ego a favor. Yeonjun didn’t have to see this, not at all! It was all because you wanted to look decent. Just that.

So sneakily, you crept out of the house while slipping your shoes on since nobody would notice you were gone. You checked your phone at least twice before opening the door, clearly not ready for the surprising sight your eyes landed upon as soon as you left home.

In front of you was the boy who had taken your mind captive all day, smiling from ear to ear as his fingers combed gently through his blue hair.

You gasped at how he actually came to your house after teasing yesterday that he would, but you never knew he’d carry out his plan. He would keep poking your cheek while saying something under his breath like how he’d visit you one day to pick you up. He would never do that, right? Well no, you were extremely wrong and just a day after your project date went well.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t stop the touched grin on your face to know he was waiting for you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he shyly giggled and that itself made your heart skip a beat, “let’s walk to the library together today, alright? Wait, let me take your books, please!”

Even with your protests and several no’s, he still took your books and placed it snugly against his left arm, teasing about how light they were together. You glared at him for a second before taking a few steps when he suddenly grabbed your hand.

You turned around, eyes wide in a daze.

“What is it?”

An overwhelming heat rose up to your cheeks and ears, making you feel hot in the face as you realized he was still holding on.

“If it isn’t too much to ask, can I hold your hand today? I really miss the warm feeling you gave me last summer.”

He held his hand out expectantly, waiting for you to take it on your own accord. You easily obliged- albeit a bit hesitantly- putting your hand against his and allowing him to guide you to wherever- whenever he wanted. The way his eyes lit up as he lead you to the place was precious, making you feel soft with endearment at how gentle he treated you.

Now this? This was bad. So, so bad.

On the day you left Yeonjun’s house in tears, you weren’t expecting any of this to happen. You weren’t sure how you could trust him so easily after everything he’s done- maybe it was the way you felt his sincerity in every smile he sent you or how tenderly he had grabbed your hand just now, but the happiness bottling up inside you did not lie. You felt pure jubilation whenever you saw him.

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It was Wednesday.

Wednesday, the middle of the school days where you desperately wanted to claw your eyes out from how tedious everything was. Wednesday, a day where nothing significant happened but nothing too horrible happened either. Wednesday, a reminder that you only had two days left- counting today and Thursday- to work with Yeonjun. You hated the bitter taste of having to really say goodbye, but the future had to be on the brighter side then. After this, you swore you wouldn’t ever see him and his damn handsome face for another accidental time.

Just about reaching four in the afternoon, you decided to go with Soobin over to the Boulangerie where you’d been promising yourself to take him since Monday. It was luck on your side today that you actually went out for some fresh air, carrying out some of the awaiting plans you had on your checklist. Sometimes it was nice to have a breather in the middle of the week when everything else was distracting.

It started off as usual, and you realized you hadn’t seen him since that very day of hearing Yeonjun’s offer to be your partner. To be quite honest, you didn’t really think about telling him since it shouldn’t be that important, but the boy knew it was important just by from the hesitance in your expressions. His fingers placed the glass filled with chocolate milk on the table gently and curiously prodded.

“Y/N? You’ve been acting strange lately; is everything okay?”

You glanced up from the china plate, eyes widening with surprise. You weren’t sure what he was talking about. It couldn’t have been anything important, could it? Or were you being so obvious about your giant, giant problem?

“Yeah, everything is fine, Bin! Trust me, there isn’t anything going wrong but I guess you could say that... from your perspective.”

You made sure to look at the way he reacted and seeing how his head titled with wonder, you chose to give it a try.

“Well... I should’ve called you about this but I’m working with Yeonjun for a project. We have to turn it in by Friday, but we’ve been doing stuff on it since Monday. It doesn’t mean anything though, and we’re supposed to meet up at the park (Moonlight) today.” You intentionally left out the fact he asked you and those sweet moments since you were afraid of his reaction.

You knew he was one to be respectful and kind no matter the person, although because of all this tugging back and forth between his best friends- you couldn’t blame him for wanting to sock either one of you for being so stupid. And stupid were you and Yeonjun for not being able to get enough of each other, at least that’s how you viewed it. Soobin wouldn’t dare to hurt either one of you since the two of you were best friends; physically wouldn’t cut it. You hoped he would just remain patient like he’d always have- one thing you were grateful for, obviously, instead of freaking out at the recent moments you’ve experienced.

That being said, the look on Soobin’s face was absolutely priceless once you told him about your predicament.

“You two? On a project? TOGETHER?!”

Glumly you nodded your head, expecting him to say something but his mouth was filled with shock to the brim that he couldn’t even bring himself to say anything.

“Yup, that’s true. You didn’t know about it?” To say the least, you were surprised he didn’t know about it since Yeonjun was one to trust him about everything. Little things like this would count, yes, and you could very vividly remember how he blabbed to Soobin when you first started dating about how to keep a girl on her period happy.

In response, he shook his head, hand still glued covering his mouth. Your lips slightly turned upwards at his melodramatic feedback.

“No, he didn’t tell me anything at all about it! Why are you guys keeping secrets from me?”

Ouch, that stung. But at the same time, what were you expecting?

“That’s a surprise. I thought he couldn’t keep his mouth--”

The deafening, shuffling sound of the store bell rang throughout your ears, causing you to shudder at the intermittent sound. This was a popular Boulangerie so you didn’t need to be surprised whenever a new customer came in, but it stunned you at the worst times. You shrugged at Soobin’s suddenly ghost white reaction, thinking he was just kidding with you again and went back to the cup of a refreshing drink. Honestly, you couldn’t care less about it unless it was someone you knew.

You lifted the cup to pass through your lips until the familiar sight of messy radiant, blue hair caught the peripheral vision of your eye.

It had to be him. It couldn’t be anyone else.

“Y-Yeonjun...?”

As your heart dropped to your stomach, your voice broke out gently, making you the only person to hear it muffled with both distress and disbelief. There was no possible way you were witnessing what was happening in front of you. You didn’t want to believe it, squinting your eyes over and over again just to get a good look. It was still him no matter what you did, no matter what you changed.

Somehow, he didn’t notice you.

He sat down at a table, sending a sugary smile towards an alluring girl who sent him the same one back. Your back became rigid at the too close proximity of their faces. They chatted for a little bit about anything that could cross their minds, obviously flirting with the stares sent back and forth and back again until it turned into a full discussion- both of them laughing their hearts out. Happiness from the ideal ‘couple’ (as anyone could’ve mistaken them) spread around the Boulangerie contagiously, making everyone awe at the sight of them fully enjoying themselves. But you? You? Your heart shattered piece by piece while watching this play out.

Too many questions flooded in your mind at once as well as too many insecurities, paralyzing you in your spot as you couldn’t find the correct way to breathe again. It was getting too hard to find the air in, you realized. Soobin called your name out many times- to get you to listen, to get you out of your stupid trance, to get you to do anything else in the world but look because it’d hurt you just as much as it did for him!

To this, you were only sitting still, staring and staring like a dormant painting hanging in a museum just to find out that you wouldn’t ever be able to change anything, but only see the people in front of you. You didn’t want to look at the face of pain in front of you but... if you looked away then something else might happen.

You cradled yourself in your arms, trying to stop the icy cold breeze that whirled pass your rips and over to the tips of your toes. It didn’t make sense to you. Why even bother putting effort into winning him back? You wouldn’t be able to be as good enough. You shouldn’t have even tried in the first place.

You gulped down those insecurities again, trying to calm your shaking hands.

It wasn’t possible to be that perfect... not at all. She was such a stunning girl, the epitome of everything you weren’t and what you didn’t have. She had such sparkling eyes, such a gorgeous smile, and not to mention an impeccable complexion that had every single girl in the world jealous. Everything about her was simply perfect and that drowned your own specialties into the deepest ocean called hatred.

Once again you glanced at Yeonjun who seemed to be having fun with the deep chuckles and smiles he was freely giving up. Oh, how bad you wanted it to be you but this reminder was one that gave you a wake up call. You never really had a chance in the first place.

He then turned his head a little to the side, ultimately being able to see you sitting next to Soobin just like you had planned. His honeyed brown eyes changed from smug into something unreadable you couldn’t put your finger on before changing in a split second to look back at the girl.

The decision dawned on you, and you clenched your fists until you felt flashing, white pain run through your fingers.

He didn’t even care.

You were stupid enough to believe he actually liked you back again. You were stupid enough to think that with all these sweet interactions and words, he was warming up to you for another countless time. You were stupid to think he was being truthful that drunken night, saying he needed you clearly as much as you needed him. Finally, you were stupid enough to think he loved you. Now the proof was smack dab in your face, blinding you from your goal of hating him, and you were such a fool to be thinking he would really be yours after such a long while.

The glossy tears gathered in your eyes, angry, frustrated but pointless words with no explanation becoming more stuck in your throat when you glanced once more at the sight across from you. Time passed by through the regal clock, ringing in an ear and out the other. One way or another, you needed to get out of there and you needed it to be now.

You hastily slung your bag filled with papers over your shoulders, making sure you hid the flowing tears from everyone’s sight. Just one turn and he’d probably see you so pitiful at the wrong time. You certainly didn’t want to look pathetic, especially not in front of Yeonjun, whom you still loved with all your heart.

In a dash, you aggressively swiped the entrance of the door handle and into the day where you just wanted to disappear. Bell ringing haphazardly behind you, you weren’t able to perceive you were out of the bakery until another customer ignored your everblooming sadness, struggling behind you to get the door. Tears soon fell on the ground after holding them in for too long, signaling your vulnerability as you crouched down behind the bakery to let everything keeping your heart captive out. This time, for real, you really weren’t going to see him again even if it meant your grades being obliterated.

You hated him. You hated him so much for what he did back there.

And yet here you were, running away from your problems again.

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“Y/N?”

It was a mistake. It was all a mistake. You shouldn’t have pressed accept without looking at the contact name. You were just so stupid that it was funny. Just another one of the reasons why he wouldn’t ever want to date you again. How could you blame him for breaking up with you?

“Y/N, you there?”

He was seeing another girl, you should’ve known. Why didn’t you know? Why did you have to be such a fool to be used in the first place? And why the hell were you sad about it when you could be using this opportunity to be getting over him?!

“Y/N, you’re not responding and I’m getting worried. Is there something I can do? Please...?”

You were just exes. Exes, for crying out loud! Exes. That’s all.

“Y/N, if you’re there just-”

“yeah, I’m right here,” you murmured quietly, caring any less that he might have not heard you in the end. If he was able to really see how you accidentally looked at him earlier, then surely he would’ve known how the world crashed on your shoulders just by looking at you. Oh, but it was funny wasn’t it? It didn’t matter anyway. After all, he wouldn’t give a damn right? Not what he did back there he wouldn’t.

Because of that, you realized that this conversation with him was not needed. Whether it was because of the project or if it was for a favor, you wouldn’t be able to do it without looking weak in his eyes. Your finger hovered over the red button, tempted to press hang up until again, his act of using a concerned voice tugged painfully on your heart strings.

“Wait, are you okay? Do you need me to be there? Something’s wrong, I know you’re not okay,” he tried for another time, breathing through the call tiredly as if he was oblivious to what went on earlier. The hate for him smoldered in your chest, and your fingers tightened around the phone so arduously that they turned white, shaking hysterically.

“No, I...” you felt your voice break, and you covered the change in pitch by clearing your throat. With the lump so gigantic that you couldn’t even breathe, it hurt to tell him a lie, much less speak at that moment. You put on a tone to make it more believable. “Everything’s fine. Just busy right now.”

“You’re lying,” he whispered so softly into the receiver you were wondering yourself if you had heard him in the first place. You forced yourself to laugh at his statement, but it came naturally, knowing it was all too true.

“I’m not lying, I promise! I just took a nap, that’s all. No need to be so worked up over me.” You figured that teasing him would be the best way to cover up your sorrow, giggling alongside him because you were so bad at lying. Nonetheless, you hoped he would take this approach, waiting silently on the floor for his best answer.

On the other side he hummed hesitantly, mumbling a few words that you couldn’t quite comprehend because you knew he didn’t want to hear them. You barely noticed you were in the corner holding yourself, rocking back and forth as the anticipation of just hanging up crept up on you.

Before you could start, Yeonjun grumbled in concern.

“Well... okay then. But if you really want to convince me you’re fine then you’ll keep your promise and meet at Moonlight today. We still have a lot to do, so let’s meet up at the usual time. You’ll be there, right?”

“Um... I...”

What else could you say? It would be rude to decline and you weren’t in the mood to lie after all that. Well, he didn’t buy it all but at least he got off the topic. You were thankful to him for not budging, although this had to be one of the worst things he could ever suggest. Not only about how you feel in the end but about the project too. As far as you were concerned, you only a little left so you were able to work separately anyway. He didn’t have to go so far to do things his way, but this would show you he didn’t need you at all.

You spoke on impulse hastily after the long, deafening silence.

“Yeah, okay. S-see you then.”

Abruptly, you hung up before the tears could start again. Not even letting him throw in a sincere goodbye to your predicament.

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Just like what you remembered, Moonlight was still a breathtaking place where the golden sun shone during the day and the moon peeked out from the dim curtains of nighttime. You sighed, staring longingly at the beautiful scenery before you and sat down under one of the trees. It’d been so long since you chose to come here, especially by yourself this time. There were happy memories that came along with this place and you didn’t want to think about the bad ones, of course. However everywhere you looked, it would only remind you of him and that was the least thing you wanted to have at the back of your mind right now.

Checking the time, you made sure you didn’t arrive too early or too late. It was a few minutes after five and true to your word, you actually came. You were surprised at yourself for showing up voluntarily with your mind in such a bad condition, acting as if you were okay just for a stupid project. If you’d done this earlier, you would’ve definitely said no. Perhaps it was the way he was worried about you- although, you thought it was fishy- that you wanted to come. Maybe then you would’ve gotten the attention you wanted after all this time, with this being the final time you’ll see him.

Eventually, you saw the familiar blue haired boy arrive just a quarter after your planned time. He was panting heavily and you swore you almost felt bad for him until the image of him catching eyes with you from earlier rearranged your thought process by miles. You stood up expectantly as he ran over to you, planting his hands on his knees in order to regain breath.

“So sorry for being late, Y/N,” he choked out restlessly, taking your hands into his as an apology. He held them tightly in place, squeezing in an attempt to excuse himself for why he was late. Instantly you gasped at the contact, slowly pulling away so that he wouldn’t realize that you more or less hated his affection. At times when you’d be melting at this, you failed to realize that your suspicions were true and he was playing you behind your back.

A tight lipped smile that screamed passive-aggressiveness became of your lips and you were eager to take a few steps away from him, shuffling to get under the spot you sat earlier. You backed away a little bit but weren’t able to get far because your shoes slipped from something shaped like a square underneath you. The breath was knocked off your lungs as you fell towards the ground and you plunged back, waiting to hit the ground. That is, until someone caught you by the waist.

You opened your eyes after a few seconds of waiting and as soon as you did... you felt all the blood rush up into your face.

“Y-Yeonjun...”

You weren’t expecting anything like this. Nothing sweet like this at all! Said boy was intently gazing at you, holding you by the waist as you were too shocked to say or hell- even do anything with him this close. Your head tilted away to the side this time, trying to think of anything else that would stop the intermittent pace of your heart beats. Gossiping with Soobin about what happened just now, the way you fell at school a few years earlier and embarrassed yourself and how he helped you up out of everyone else right after, the first moment you laid eyes on him and met the blue haired boy just like that... But no, all you could think of was him, him, and only him!

He seemed to be getting a kick out of this, teasing you with an adorable smile that had you awestruck.

“Were you scared...? Don’t worry about it anymore; I’ll always be here to catch you when you fall, I promise.”

It was then that he started to lean in after chuckling at your shyness, bringing your face closer to his as his eyes ran across yours. Your breath quickened just by looking back at him turn towards you- his gorgeous eyelashes that you felt the need to count each, his nose that was sculpted by the angels, his cherry blossom pink lips you so desperately needed- memorizing every valley on his face as you had done earlier when the two of you dated. Oh wait, dated...?

In a moment, you flung yourself off him. What were you doing with him?! Whatever this was and whatever he was doing- it wasn’t right! It just wasn’t right... It wasn’t right when he was choosing to see someone else, and that girl back there no matter how much you couldn’t help but despise her- did not deserve it. It wasn’t right.

Your legs felt like jelly, unable to stand by yourself as you carried out an attempt to get away from him. It didn’t seem so long ago that you couldn’t get enough of him but now you were itching to be left alone. You wanted to deal with this yourself, not reignite the fire of the hopes that he would return back. He lost that chance and you lost the chance of loving him again- even if yes, you still did love him. It was enough for you anyway- the love he gave you before only serving as a unreachable memory. You realized you needed to relinquish him.

Immediately you pushed him off you, watching the sweet expression on his face bend into something broken. The distance between you became even farther and farther with every breath your chest heaved. You gulped.

“I’m fine. Let’s just get to work so we can finish this,” you deadpanned, bringing your books that used to be laying dormant on the green grassland against your chest, moving under the tree where he broke up with you. This way you would be able to remind yourself that it wasn’t meant to be.

Surprised by your ill nature, Yeonjun nodded carefully, deciding to ponder in his head what was making you act this way instead of asking more questions. There was obviously something wrong, but he didn’t want to bother you more. To him he was unable to think of what he had done wrong and certainly hated the tense atmosphere when you refused to touch him, much less look at him. He just went along with it unknowingly like a fool that it was because of him the whole time.

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It was too hard to concentrate.

Your eyes searched despondently over the materials over and over and over again to write down something- anything that could possibly benefit the project, but it didn’t help at all that your mind was still on the boy sitting in front of you. Like a mantra, the memories of him smiling with that flawless girl kept replaying in your head as many more times as you bit by bit became insane with wrenching love.

Again, you couldn’t help but steal another glance at him before quickly ducking back down so he wouldn’t be able to catch you staring. He looked so peaceful while retracing his steps in the books, laying on his hand as a stand for his cheek. You hated how he could act so fine while you were left with nothing but hate towards him. Could you even call it hate anyway? It wasn’t true at all.

Yeonjun’s soothing voice snapped you out from your daze of pity, but it did the least to heal you and your pathetic attitude.

“Hey, do you think we could rest a second? I might fall asleep here if we have to keep reading about this nonsense stuff.”

You didn’t look up from your book, allowing him easy access to rest on your shoulder as silently as he could. His heart leaped with joy in his chest, but there was no chance he’d ever say it out loud. He graciously laid his head down upon it, becoming enamoured with your scent as he reached out to touch your hand. This need of affection easily leveled the desire which screamed out he needed you, but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get an opportunity to be yours again.

You, on the other hand, was dying to tell him you loved him- but it wasn’t right when he simply had the same love as you for another girl.

But at the same time, you wanted to be strong. You had to be strong in order to convince him you were doing fine without him even if the truth was far from that. You had to put on a mask to hide the pain you were going through just because of him and his stupid, contagious smile that makes you grin every time you see it. You had to be strong, otherwise you’d never fool him that you needed him more than anything or anybody you’ve ever wanted. You had to be strong... but why were all your actions simply betrayed you no matter what you did?

“Get off me.”

Your shoulders started to shake aimlessly, shuddering when you felt his head bury more into the crook of your skin. He must’ve not heard anything, and you clenched your jaw until it twitched with pain.

“I said, get off me!”

As hard as you could, you pushed him off you- enough that you were just inches apart from him. It didn’t compare to the distance between you that you came to note before.

The tears were hot against your cheeks and you collapsed into your shaking hands, unable to hold it in anymore. In all your life, you’ve never felt so humiliated before just because a boy lied to you willingly. You felt pathetic.

To say the least, Yeonjun was taken aback, his eyes wide with shock as he hopelessly reached out his hand to you. All the love you bore just for him crashed into waves upon your chest, and you slapped his fingers away harshly before he could even say something.

Miserably you hid your face from him, not allowing him to see such a mess that he caused by his own hands.

“Who even are you? Are you the Choi Yeonjun who broke up with me or are you someone else?! I don’t understand how you can act like this after everything that happened... tell me, are you just playing with me or something?”

“Y/N, that’s not what I meant to do...” he tried tiredly, scooting closer to no avail as you turned your back away from him.

You laughed at his words, still not being able to look at him straight in the eye.

“Not what you meant to do? You’re telling me that it’s not what you meant to do?! Then who- who was she? Because it seemed to me that you were happier with her than you could’ve ever been with me!”

The silence that broke you apart was too deafening as you caught another look at him.

“Y/N, that’s not true... just listen, please,” Yeonjun begged, gazing at you desperately with unreadable but melancholy expression that had you on edge. He knew that you wouldn’t stay if he physically bound you in his embrace, but he had no clue what to do or what to say. He just wanted- no, needed you to really live.

Your heart broke all the more at the words he tried to pick up in order to explain- which you were sure he could hear even if he seemed very far. Easily you trashed his attempt away, getting up from your spot since you didn’t want to hear anything- anymore lies that would hurt the person you tried so hard to protect and shield away from the inevitable demise of love... that was you.

Yeonjun hurriedly got up along with you, leaving the pile of your books abandoned on the floor as he rushed out to match your pace. He ran with all his might to catch up with you but every time he reached your side- you would push him away like earlier and he didn’t have time to find his breath.

“Yeonjun, leave her alone. Haven’t you done enough, already?”

Seconds later upon hearing another voice, you rushed to someone else’s side, hoping that he would be able to protect you from the danger. It was pitiful with you standing right behind him as if that would help, but it did more than what you could ever be grateful for.

Yeonjun tensed up at his spot, stunned to see Soobin when he could’ve sworn nobody else was at Moonlight. In his mind, he could see the two of you right there apart from everything else- the two friends that looked so good together... it had to be much better than him after what he’d done. He came to a thought, letting his guard down while words of Soobin asking too many questions towards you occupied his head.

“I knew it. I knew you two were dating. I-I should’ve known,” he mumbled under his breath, his morals paralyzing him in place as he dropped his gaze towards at the ground instead.

Somehow Soobin heard this muttering and smugly smirked at this silly situation, taking a fresh opportunity that could probably boost destiny’s way before hiding it with a deep frown. He pulled you flush against his chest, holding you when you surprisingly really needed it from someone else.

“You finally figured this out? Leave us alone; you lost your chance the minute you broke up with her, pal.”

As Soobin dragged you along, you took one last look towards Yeonjun and gasped when you saw along with yours- two longing eyes flowing with tears that were nothing short of love. You wanted to reach out to help him not to cry like that even if he hurt you, but it would never work out and he’d leave you just like he’d done before. This only showed that you weren’t meant to be, never in a million years.

And with that you left with the help of Soobin, leaving Yeonjun alone at Moonlight. Time passed to the point where he gazed upon the stars- wishing that you would come back because he wanted to say he still loved you- by himself.

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It was Thursday, the final day where the two of you would ultimately finish this project. The death of having an obligation which ripped your heart out, for better or for worse. The demise of whatever love you shared. The end of seeing him because you really wanted- no, you needed to. Everything was over in a blink of an eye and you were left feeling bittersweet about the situation... more bitter compared to sweet because you wanted more time with him. You knew deep down inside it wasn’t too much to ask, but... ending this would be for the better. It must be.

You were on your usual pathway home from the library after trying to bribe the librarian to excuse you from losing your books (when you actually accidentally left it there with him) while along the way thinking about what to do to make a grand finish for the project. Since the two of you worked on it a lot for a few hours before you exploded on him- something you weren’t sorry for in the least bit because it got your feelings out- it was safe to say that he wouldn’t bother you about it anymore. He finished his side, you were assuming, so he didn’t have to see you for the time being unless he ever decided to talk it out with you. Other than the fact that you totally hurt him back there, it honestly served you a great victory on a silver platter as you waited for the dragged out day to be over.

It was petty, of course it was! But after what he did back there at the Boulangerie while not to mention, make eye contact with you- sweet revenge had to be one of the best tastes a connoisseur could ever call upon.

And the project? Oh yeah, that’s right. It was a good thing that it was the final day so you wouldn’t have to act civil with him, for better or for worse.

After a few more blocks finally, you made it home, causing you to sigh out in relief. Hurriedly you grabbed your keys from your purse, fumbling with several of them to find the one that fit perfectly. The familiar touch never came though, and you groaned loudly, cursing yourself in your head for forgetting it in the library. It was when you set it down next to the book you were reading before you confronted the librarian- poor old woman- and somehow, you forgot to pick it up the second you got up.

Great, now this.

You opted to stare at the horizon in front of you, letting the breeze freely cool down your body. The sight was nothing less than pretty. It was a windy, golden sunny day outside but you didn’t want anything to do with it. All day you were planning to mope around the house and watch your favorite shows, procrastinating ‘til the last minute until the due date of every assignment arrived. They hit differently whenever you grabbed a bag of chips downstairs to finish them along with the homework, and you giggled at every moment that flashed in your head.

There was nothing else better to do but call Soobin, right? Although you didn’t want to bother him because these months have definitely been annoying for him whether he said it or not.

Defeated, you then stared down into the white porch as if it was at fault, feeling fear rise up your throat. What were you going to do? There was no one else you had given the key to, except...

“Y/N? Can we talk?”

Oh, no. Oh, no... Oh no no no!

When you heard that voice you were instantly glued to that spot, feet affixed on the porch as your heart beat too fast for its own good. Your mind must’ve been hallucinating and playing tricks on you; clearly you weren’t ready to see him yet!

Swiftly you moved your head to the side, eyes widening with appall to see that he was actually right there. Expression nothing less than sorrow, hair messed up and fluffy right in front of his eyes, cherry blossom lips curved into a trembling frown: it was Yeonjun, alright, but yet it was someone you couldn’t recognize due to the complete change of attitude in him. He was tightly holding onto your books but seemingly refusing to hand them over as if that would do anything better and increase the need for conversation. Unlike his stiff posture, his eyes held firm intent though, and you quivered at the determination sewn in them.

“Do you need anything?”

Instead of acting childish like you played out in your head, you simply responded it a curt voice because it was better than saying nothing and benefiting the sworn silence. More than anything you wanted to get out of there and leave the awkward tension, but there was nothing else you could possibly do without embarrassing yourself due to the fact you lost your keys.

“I... I...” This time, he avoided your eyes, words caught in his throat as he couldn’t find the exact thing to say. It wouldn’t make things any better, you realized. It just wasn’t meant to be.

You pursed your lips, locking them into a line. Whatever he had to say- it didn’t matter. Plus, there was another thing. As your eyes were already tearing up, it would be hard to stay for long to listen to his words. There was no telling what you’d say if tears automatically streamed down your cheeks.

“If you don’t have anything to say, then I’ll l-leave. We can just work on the project separa-”

Clack!

Before you could even stay true to your words, Yeonjun took slow steps towards you that had you walking backwards... without you looking.

Soon enough your back hit the door, and you gasped at the close proximity between the two of you now as he leaned in. His hands reached out to cage you in between his arms, tilting his head to the side to study your reaction. The soft blue hair brushed against the top of your head- showing how dangerously close he was. His breath fanned across your lips and his heavenly cologne infiltrated your sense of smell. If he decided to torture you even more, then you’d be able to touch noses from how near he was.

Look, you weren’t sure how to describe it at that moment other than- he was pinning you to the damn wall?! Suddenly you felt all the blood rush in your face, and it was then that you couldn’t make eye contact with him anymore- especially because he’d see how embarrassed you were! He didn’t have to be that close!

“yes, I need something. Or more specifically, you.”

His voice was much more huskier than you remembered it to be, and his eyes fell upon yours, begging for you to look back if not for your anxiety that he was this close. You immediately shut your eyes, heart beating erratically in your chest even if you tried to stop it by focusing on something else. But Yeonjun... how could you not think of anything else but him?! He was nothing short of breathtaking but seeing him this close and personal... it didn’t do good things for your heart!

“M-me?”

It was obvious that the boy was amused even if he felt guilty about the problem, making a quick exhale through his nose to show entertainment. His chuckle that came heartily through his chest caused your ears to heat up with shame since it showed how weak you were- just for him.

“Yes you, you silly baby,” he cooed endearingly, “who else could it be?”

“You’re one to be calling me silly! Don’t pretend like you were the one the other day who asked if frogs have blood!”

In a split second, his face morphed into something nothing less than serious and his left arm dropped to his side. You couldn’t help but wonder at the duality he managed to have when the gravity of the situation hit him.

“I miss things like this. I miss it so much. I miss joking around with you and chasing you around the house just to tickle you. I miss how attached you were because little did you know, I was just as much attached to you as you were to me.

“I miss the sweet look you give me every time I ask you out on a date. I miss having you right beside me whenever we studied together because you were the only person who cheered me on even when it was two in the morning. I miss giving you random kisses out of nowhere because I can’t get enough of you and that adorable, surprised face whenever I did so.

“I miss slipping my hand into yours whenever we would walk home together, letting you cling onto me so that I could protect you from all dangers. I miss giving you victory every argument we had because I hate making you cry. I miss cuddling you on the couch as we watched our favorite shows together whenever we were too lazy to get up and how I couldn’t stop smiling every time you laughed.

“I miss kissing the top of your forehead and you never knew because you were asleep. I miss waking up with you by my side and seeing something so gorgeous it would stay in my head all day even if I studied the same materials over and over again. I miss looking up at the stars with you at Moonlight and resting my head on your lap as you ran your fingers through my hair and how we’d do it every single week.

“Can’t you see? I miss you and every little thing you do, simple or exquisite. I know why you acted that way yesterday and I hate myself so much for not realizing it until later. I owed her something after she told me a way to somehow get closer to you when I’d done such a horrible thing. You can love Soobin- I don’t care about myself anymore as long I get to see my favorite girl smile due to the fact that she’s in love.

“Y/N, you mean much more to me than anything and it’s okay if you’re happy not loving me again because at least I got to experience the full joy and sadness that visited along with the love of my life. This may be the last time you may ever want to see me, but please... let me tell you how much I need you one last time.”

His eyes were shining, full of sincerity that you were able to feel even if you weren’t him. Tears resembling glistening pearls streamed down with his cheeks as he finally told you the truth he’d been dying to tell you, allowing you to see his vulnerabilities inside out. And yet, he was genuinely smiling as he confessed this, happy enough he got the chance to tell you loved you one last time.

Gradually he extended his arms out wide, allowing you to have your personal space while he took a few steps backwards and towards the grass where you followed him. By the end of it all, you weren’t able to help the tears welling up in your eyes at how touched you were from the inside. It was him, the boy who promised to love you until the end of time.

“Y-Yeonjun, I...” he cut in through your words, closing his eyes in fear of the pain that would soon become of his body if you did in the end, choose to grant his wish. It simply wasn’t enough to level the agony of his heart, but he was willing to take all the pain instead of burdening it on you.

“I’ll let you push me. I’ll let you hit me. I’ll let you get back what you deserve. You can slap me, as long as you let everything out. I don’t want you to hurt anymore because of me, so just do it!”

...

Silence.

Oh, the euphoric relief coursing in your veins that really pushed you over the edge.

Immediately you threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could because you never wanted to let go. You melted into his embrace upon contact, burying your head against his chest that was warm and overflowing with passion. Yeonjun hesitantly embraced you back, unsure of what happened just now.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his dumbfound expression.

“You silly baby,” you teased, repeating his playful words from earlier, “I’m not dating Soobin and I never have. Why would I date him when I’ll never love this way again?”

You booped his nose as quickly as you could, smiling when he finally reciprocated the same grin back.

“Choi Yeonjun, you were such a fool to lose me, but I’m even more of a fool to love you again. I’ve never stopped loving you, although I’m sure you already knew that, hEY-”

With happiness overflowing the boy, he picked you up and you were swept off your feet in a second. Wide smiles reflected back and forth from his face to yours as he spun you around him a few inches from the ground, pure bliss surrounding the two of you since you both were complete again. He let you laugh in his hands, tickling your sides unintentionally while you snickered at him to let you down. He only chuckled at this, stopping in place but still refusing to listen to your request.

“I love your very big brain that’s so smart it makes me frustrated with how dumb I am sometimes,” he brought you down a little bit to kiss your forehead. He then trailed down to your nose.

“I love how you ask me for opinions of perfume when you know deep down instead I adore your natural scent instead,” he kissed your nose and you laughed at the feeling it naturally gave you.

“But most importantly,” Yeonjun placed you down on the golden grasslands again and ceased right in front of your lips, letting his breath fall upon them, “I love you.”

Then he connected your lips together, bringing you closer towards him than he had ever done before.

At last, everything was finally perfect.

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Posted: 3/29/21- 1:37am (yes i did stay up halfway to two am just to get this finished. priorities people- it’s just a sweet early monday here 😔🧍)

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