#the zoom on the second to last gif makes it so funny though
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CQL's crybaby Nie Mingjue appreciation post
I always see people talking about CQL's Nie Mingjue crying constantly, and they're right to do so, but I haven't seen those scenes compiled so I thought it would be a good idea to do it, since it's one of my favorite things about this version of NMJ.
*I'll consider the times he was tearing up too because I think they're important, but i'm only considering "full crying scenes" the ones where there are actual tears falling down his face.
*It's all in chronological order.
Episode 41 - defending Meng Yao
Why is NMJ crying? Crying is his response to everything, okay? NMJ is very emotionally invested in everything he does. He's very mad these men for saying terrible things about Meng Yao while benefiting from his labour. He's so emotionally invested in everything he does.
Is it a full crying scene? No, he tears up the entire time he's scolding the cultivators but those tears don't leave his eyes.
Episode 10 - being threatened by Wen Chao
Why is NMJ crying? Wen Chao is being very disrespectful, as he often is. And it's understandable, NMJ is hurt, his home was invaded, some of his soldiers are dead and it's overall a terrible time for everybody. To be honest, though, I think he's tearing up out of pure rage because Wen Chao just mentioned what Wen Xu did to the Cloud Recesses.
Is it a full crying scene? No. I almost didn't include this one because it's very subtle but his eyes look too shiny to be ignored.
Episode 10 - expelling Meng Yao from the Unclean Realm
Why is NMJ crying? It's a very emotional and conflicting moment on top of a terrible day, on top of a very stressful period of his life. He was betrayed by his friend who saved his life right afterwards; his home was invaded and they're at war! He has every right to cry as much as he did.
Is it a full crying scene? Hell yes, and it's glorious. They even end the episode with his miserable little crying face.
Episode 41 - Everything, really
Why is NMJ crying? Everything sucks, he's defeated and hurt in front of the man who killed his father. He didn't get his personal revenge and he didn't free the world from Wen Ruohan's tyranny either. Instead, he watched helplessly as his men were murdered and now he has to watch his former deputy mock his father's death and threaten to have Wen Ruohan damage Baxia like he did with his father's blade.
Is it a full crying scene? No, only because he's being very brave about it. I have no idea how those tears didn't fall.
Episode 41 - confrontation at Jinlintai
Why is NMJ crying? Very difficult topics being discussed here. People who are way better with words than I am have already written amazing meta on how having his worldview challenged like this affects NMJ emotionally, so I won't go there. But between the song of turmoil making him more emotionally unstable and the disdain with which JGY talks about the men he killed, evoking this very traumatic moment I just mentioned on the previous crying scene; I think it's very understandable.
Is it a full crying scene? Yes! Most of the time he's holding back tears, but you can see the one dramatic tear running down his nose (on the outside of it) on the second gif!
In conclusion: he has so much to cry about, it's surprising he didn't cry more, it must have taken so much strength (or he was just crying offscreen, which is plausible, because sadly this isn't The Nie Mingjue show and we don't see him all the time)
Anyway, I am not here to claim he's not a crybaby because he absolutely is, but on the actual show we only have 2 full crying scenes. They were so impactful it feels like much more crying happened. Fatal Journey is it's own thing so I made a separate post for those tearing up, crying and emotional breakdown lovely scenes <3
#nie mingjue#this isn't meta this is me discovering the joy of making decent gifs#cql#long post#kinda#despite often being at the crime scene i won't tag jgy or nieyao because i don't go there and i'm not a fan but yall do whatever you want#i just wanted to look at his pretty crying face and have more than just screenshots of it#like look at him!! how can you say mean things to him or in his general vicinity knowing it will make him cry?#monsters all of them#the zoom on the second to last gif makes it so funny though#anyway i hope my gifs aren't horrible to tumblr standards
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"Alright, people, almost ready to roll! You comfy there, Helga? You good to hold on a few while we take some stills?"
"It's as comfy as a rock can be... but, sure. Any sort of pose you want?"
"Oh, no. Nothing in particular yet. We're just taking some test shots, check we've got the right setup to make you look good."
"Do I not always...?" Helga smirked cockily. "I love the bikini by the way, very sexy. You might not be getting it back when we're done!"
"I'm sure the budget can stretch to that." Sarah, the director chuckled.
As the photographer snapped away, Helga playfully struck a few poses, and checked with the crew that she was holding it with the label in a good place for them.
"So... this a new flavour you're launching?" She looked down at the label. "Tidal burst?" she shrugged. "Sounds interesting..."
"Sorry, yours is empty. Brad... we gave him real thing..."
"Huh, doesn't seem fair..." Helga pouted. "Thought they were always empty on set though. How come he's actually drinking his?"
"Oh... he's not drinking that on cam. We just wanted to make sure he was... well hydrated." Sarah smirked a little. "There's a certain amount of... action, we need from him..."
Helga smiled. "You're the boss. And I'm sure my acting talents can stretch to pretending to drink. Still, I don't need to worry about being overly hydrated here. I'm sat on a wet rock in a bikini, not like I'd need to stop for a bathroom break! Ha ha!"
Sarah sniggered. "He won't be going for a bathroom break either."
Helga's eyes lit up for a second. "Ohhh...? Heeey... is this going to be like your last campaign?"
Sarah smiled knowingly. "The Bud Max one? You've seen it?"
Helga nodded enthusiastically. "Did I? Yeah, my agent showed me a few of the ads you did for that, they were amazing. Smart, funny, sexy. I've showed a bunch of my friends and... weeee... might, have bought a few rounds for some boys we met...."
She smirked mischievously, "it, uhh... worked as advertised!" she giggled, remembering the look on the guys faces as they suddenly, one after the other began spontaneously wetting themselves, in front of Helga and her friends. "Is this gonna be like that?" she asked eagerly.
"Not far off..." Sarah confirmed. "It's an energy drink, so we're going more for the gym bro demographic..."
Helga could imagine any number of guys at her gym that she'd love to see taken down a peg or two. Hard to mansplain how to properly use a machine, when there's a puddle forming under you that's not sweat!
Sarah's goal was to play up to the desires of the self-Identified "Alpha males." Guys who viewed women as a prize, something to be claimed. Guys who picture themselves as the bull in a porno, fucking the hotwife of some loser cuck.
That base instinct was what drove them, and it often drove them to do dumb things. Fortunately, that was what she wanted them to do as well.
The commercial opened with Helga taking a long sip from her can. Stood on a rocky outcrop on the shore, Brad stared out at her, a confident smile on his face.
Helga sees him staring, and looks away shyly for a second, before looking back and smiling, bashfully.
Brad mimes a kiss in her direction. She looks away again, appearing to blush, before looking back and timidly waving.
Still looking self assured, Brad takes a drink himself. A can of Red Bull. "Some men think what they drink, makes them the bull..." a deep male voice-over came in. The camera zooms in on the label
Cut to a close up of Helga's face as she sees what he's drinking.
"But the ladies can see... that's just a load of Bull..."
Having seen it, she smirks at Brad, before taking a big drink herself.
"So you'd better have real confidence... Because girls like this, want to see you... make a splash!"
As Helga looked back, a wave struck the rock, splashing over her dramatically.
The Camera zoomed in on her can, then back to Brad's face, now suddenly not so confident. As it cut back to Helga's face, there was now a very cocky smirk on her face, as she looked back at Brad.
The next shot showed Brad fully from head to toe. The confidence was gone, and suddenly, a wet spot was starting to burst forth from his crotch, rapidly spreading down his legs.
Helga giggled, before facetiously blowing a kiss back to him.
"And if you can't make a big splash... you're all washed up!" the voice over concluded. As it did so, a huge wave struck the shore by Brad, completely drenching him, and knocking him into the water.
Helga laughs, waving him goodbye as the ad concluded.
"Bang. Tidal Burst. Bursting with confidence."
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I posted 10,248 times in 2022
That's 9,718 more posts than 2021!
251 posts created (2%)
9,997 posts reblogged (98%)
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I tagged 484 of my posts in 2022
#submas - 236 posts
#subway boss ingo - 179 posts
#pokemon legends arceus - 176 posts
#subway bosses - 172 posts
#my writing - 168 posts
#pokemon ingo - 151 posts
#pokemon arceus - 146 posts
#warden ingo - 146 posts
#legends arceus ingo - 132 posts
#subway boss emmet - 124 posts
Longest Tag: 132 characters
#they just took up residence in my brain one day and i was 100% convinced they were real canon characters until literally 3 hours ago
My Top Posts in 2022:
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585 notes - Posted May 5, 2022
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Ingo's Jacked
OK so I had to write this post into existence you're welcome
A little OOC but it was in the favor of the funny
Word Count: ~1200
Emmet smiled broadly. Finally, he and Ingo had a day off. Usually on days off, they just laid around at home, but Emmet had wanted to show Ingo some of their favorite places from their childhood, since Ingo still had not seen them since his disappearance - and subsequent reappearance. Ingo was definitely regaining his memories, but he did not have everything back yet. Emmet wished to remedy this. He led Ingo up the mountainside by the hand, grinning at his twin. Ingo frowned back at him, his eyes glittering with excitement.
“Did you remember something?”
“Yes. I remember the day you found your Tynamo here.” He paused, his eyebrows knitting in concentration. “And… I believe I found Drilbur that day, too. We were supposed to be home early but you saw Tynamo retreat into Chargestone Cave and you wanted it.” Emmet nodded.
Things were definitely getting better.
The two brothers stopped at the mouth of the cave, looking out over the landscape of Unova. Ingo sighed. Emmet turned to him, investigating his face. “This reminds me of Hisui. I would sit and admire the view for hours between my Warden duties. My favorite spot was not far from my Lady’s den. The only problem that the spot had was that sometimes there was an Alpha Skuntank that would linger nearby and see me. It is nice to not have to worry about that on this track.” No sooner had those words left his mouth before the two heard a horrible screeching overhead. They whirled around, looking for the source of the noise.
A massive Hydreigon towered above them, perched on a cliff ledge near the entrance to the cave. It regarded them with black eyes, screeching in aggression again. Emmet immediately made a mad grab for one of his Pokeballs and glanced at Ingo to see which Pokemon he would toss out first before realizing that Ingo was no longer standing next to him. Emmet whipped his head up.
Ingo was running. Directly towards the dragon. With no Pokeball in his hand.
“Ingo!” Emmet screamed. Ingo must not have heard him, though, as he gave no indication that the sound had even left Emmet’s throat. His brother lunged as the dragon reared, jumping from its perch and swooping into the air, making a dive for Ingo. Emmet stood, frozen, stunned. What the hell had caused Ingo to derail?
“All aboard!” Ingo called as the Hydreigon dived at him. Emmet tensed as Ingo tucked and rolled at the last second, narrowly avoiding its claws. On his way back up, he grabbed one of the three necks of the Hydreigon, the rightmost one. He squeezed it as it soared back up, roaring with surprise. Emmet watched as his twin used the momentum to swing himself around, grabbing the neck of the far left one, pulling hard. The dragon gave a guttural wail, zooming back towards the ground in shock. Just before it hit, Ingo let go of one of the necks and swung himself over the back of the creature, riding it down as it smashed heads-long into the rock. It sat there for a moment, stunned, allowing Ingo to react again. He leaped off the creature, grabbing the two limp heads in his hands as he swung the creature up and over himself in a graceful arc, it seeming to linger in the air for half a second, before it slammed into the ground again, its own weight used against it. The third head landed under the body and it gave a strangled squawk as it went limp, knocked out. Ingo then went over and looked at the creature, placing a hand on its body. “It’s merely unconscious. We should depart shortly before it wakes up.”
Emmet stood, dazed, wondering if what he saw was real. He found that his mouth no longer worked, his vocal cords dried up and useless. He knew his mouth was floundering, not unlike a Basculin out of water. He stood there for a full minute. Two. His Pokeball was still in his hand, raised and ready to throw. The shock, however, was slowly ebbing away. Some new emotion was taking hold of him.
“Ingo…”
“Emmet? Are you alright? You seem perturbed-”
“Ingo, what the fuck?” Emmet looked at him incredulously. “What the actual fuck? Is that what you were doing this whole time in Hisui? Fist fighting Pokemon?”
“Emmet-”
“You said you have not mentioned everything. And you just happened to gloss over this?” he asked, gesturing to the unconscious heap of deadly dragon. “And you say I’m the impulsive one! That I’m the careless one!”
“Emmet-”
“Really, I wish I had a video of that! Elesa would kill to-”
“Emmet!” Ingo shouted, cutting off his rambling. He was pointing behind Emmet, a worried expression on his face. Emmet turned around and saw the Hydreigon getting back up. Emmet rolled his eyes.
He pulled out an Ultra Ball at the now-concussed monster, still screaming, “Oh and you! What was that! Did he pay you? Is that it? Are you a paid actor?” The poor dark dragon barely had the ability to sit up again before it was smacked with a well-aimed Pokeball, the ball hardly shaking as it caught. “That thing had to be at least 350 pounds and you just lifted it like a sack of potatoes! What the hell were you eating, Ingo? What were they giving you? Meth? Opium? Was your diet pure testosterone supplements?” Emmet was now pacing, waving his hands around wildly.
“I saw you’d gained muscle. And that’s great! But you never mentioned you could backflip a grown Hydreigon. What else are you hiding? Can you walk on water? What skills did they teach you there? How did you just learn this shit-”
“Emmet, I had to fend for myself daily. There was a kind woman who taught me basic martial arts. I acted on instinct. I apologize if it was jarring-”
“Jarring?! Ingo, you just hefted one of the deadliest Pokemon in the entire region like it was a Lillipup! What kinds of instincts were ingrained into you? Is this why your back is so compressed?” Emmet continued on in this manner for a little longer. Then he suddenly found himself in the air, warm hands pressed against his back as he was lifted clear above Ingo. He squawked in surprise. “Iiiiii-INGO WHAT THE HELL!”
Ingo calmly left him aloft, not saying anything for a moment as Emmet shouted at him. “You know I don’t like heights!”
“Then if I set you down, will you allow me a chance to speak?” Ingo asked him. Emmet took a deep breath in. Let it out.
“Fine. As long as you explain yourself.” Ingo’s arms lowered, allowing Emmet to slip out of his grip and onto the sweet, sweet ground. He scuttled away from Ingo a little bit, now aware that if he really got annoyed, he could snap Emmet in half like a toothpick. He wouldn’t. But the fact that in theory, he could…
“Hisui was harsh. Alpha Pokemon were common. I had to defend myself for some time without the use of Pokemon. So I trained in order to be able to survive. That is why I am now proficient in some more skills. You want to ask me something?” he questioned, looking at Emmet’s hopeful gaze.
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Meet Burger, the prototype for the joltik sewing pattern im making.
If I were to make the pattern a free digital download, would anyone be interested in making one? All I ask is you don't use the pattern or any joltik made from it to sell!
Please LMK in the tags and replies if theres interest, I'm fixing the pattern a little bit before I make it available
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949 notes - Posted April 15, 2022
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Has this been done yet
3,913 notes - Posted December 2, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
POV: your brother came home absolutely jacked after being missing for years and when you were out together you ran into a wild hydreigon and he fist fought it and fucking won
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Gameboys Rewatch Episode 3
One Who Is Victorious
oh the Gav fake out/Direk Ivan cameo
ya know, if Gav himself saw all these lil soft moments of Cai being very obviously into him as we do, I wouldn’t give Cai such a hard time
alas
you do look good with your hair pushed back Cai though so there’s that
and now we get defensive Cai with walls firmly up and him denying reality behind them, oh to be a tsundere love interest
Cai loves to lie, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, manipulate, project, and DENY everything. He’s honestly like just so funny with how wrong he is
and Gav is just into him lmaoooooo
Cai bullshits so much and Gav is just like nahhhhhhhh lemme be really earnest and charming. How about that. And then Cai is like 🥺 🥺 🥺 🥺
they’re gross hahahahaha
I’m very glad they didn’t give Gav covid. My dude has been through enough
on rewatch, Arthur’s fate is definitely telegraphed...
first time, I was expecting/hoping for a different outcome
boyfriend no, but he just calls me baby - Cai’s hot girl logic
the three way zoom is very lovely and iconic and fun
PearCaiReel?
Cai’s lil “ah!” is very cute
Cai also mentions having a nephew so who is the London’s kid and where are they? (re: Cai showing London’s condom)
ugh boooo at the second Terrence lil hint
Cai is literally projecting and/or just making shit up about Gav. It’s so funny.
Cai: “Gav you’re the devil!”
Gav: “ok, sure ;)”
Cai: *is actually demonic*
get that virtual kiss Gav
and he also has a cute lil squee reaction like Cai’s “ah!”
they’re so fucking cute
you know Gav has all of Cai’s pix downloaded
secret - makes me think of Oh-Aew
okkkkkkkkk so the first time I watched Gameboys was lil accidental? not intentional, I was bored and high and on netflix and it popped up in the suggestions after watching a movie
at first, I was like, what is this super saccharine nonsense I’m looking at and the scene that got me well and truly hooked was Secret Snippets
like, I already suspected Cai was full of it, but seeing it visualized and brought to life by showing him saving and treasuring all these moments with Gav
absolutely ended me and this is the scene that led to basically the last year of my life as a BL fan
and it’s very much the Gameboys formula that with the good, comes the bad/drama
so yeahhhhhh, Terrence has entered the server, boooooooooooooooo
Episode 3 Final Thoughts:
One of my favorite of all the episodes for Secret Snippets but the whole episode is solid
Gameboys is so fun and full of joy and heart and kilig
Kilig The Series or The Antichrist and how I love him
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Hello! Can I request the LIs' and Onion's (or only the LIs if you want to) reaction to overhearing MC on a call with their friends ranting/rambling about them? { Sorry if it doesn't make sense }
a/n: its alright, I get you anon :D! I'm trying out a new style of writing (scenarios without the bullet points) so i hope this is alright!
+ I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be angst, so this one's fluff ^^!
cw: slightly suggestive in quest's, but only briefly!
nightowl
nightowl had just returned home when he heard you say his name followed by a fit of giggles.
following the direction of the voice, he found you in the living room, laying on your back as the tv plays on some netflix movie you've abandoned to talk to who he assumed was your friend on the phone. you didn't see him yet, the couch facing away from him, and he stops to hear.
"oh please, as if he'd let me leave him for one second! he's really clingy," you say, no malice in your tone. instead, you sounded lovesick, "haha, what do you mean you're jealous? sorry, he's mine~" you giggle, your friend over the phone pouting over how lucky you are, "he's just... perfect. I used to think I knew everything about love. but here he is, showing me how much I've missed out from my last relationship with... well, you know."
nightowl feels his eyes become glossy. blinking the tears away, he takes the opportunity to walk up from behind you, where you were laying on the armrest, and lean down. his grin wide, yet soft, as he plucks the phone from your hand, pressing a kiss onto your lips.
"hey there, cutie. talking about me?"
cue your friend sobbing over the phone at the other end after hearing that, feeling extremely single.
Quest
"and he cleaned everything up by himself. I was asleep already- no, I am not lying! he did! what a gentleman, right?!" you exclaim, "and I wouldn't have known if I didn't remember waking up to running water. he didn't even tell me!"
quest flushes when he realized what you were talking about. he had just entered the kitchen to grab a snack in the middle of his zoom meeting, and had overhead part of your conversation. he didn't want to assume; but he didn't think there was any other logical explanation as to what you were talking about of it isn't… well..
"what are you talking about?! it's fucking massive-"
"love?" quest interrupts before he could hear more of what you were about to say. he was flattered, really. he had just not expected to walk into you speaking so casually about your private life, "are you…"
"oh! quest!" you jump slightly at the sight of your boyfriend, "ill call you back," you say to your friend, before hanging up. you walk over to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek, "my friend is impressed, you know."
"y-yeah?" quest stammers, not really sure how to reply to that, "um, why did you tell them that?"
"huh?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion, "about us making a huge ass cake at three in the morning? oh, I thought it was funny. I'm glad it didn't go to waste, though. here, take it as a snack!" you smile, opening the fridge to grab a slice for him.
quest blinks. oh
nakedtoaster
glancing at the clock, which read one in the morning, toaster sets down their headphones.
it was late, and they didn't realize they had been gaming for so long. saying goodbye to xyx on vc, they lean back against their chair. you would've been asleep now, right?
heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, they realized the lights were on. smiling, toasty assumed you were grabbing a snack in the middle of the night. wanting to sneak up on you, he walks quietly, slowly- but then he hears you talking to someone.
"I'm crazy bad at the game, but they just make it look so easy!" you exclaim, voice muffled over the sound of food, "I don't mind it, though. you should see them playing, it's really fucking attractive. ah how did I get so lucky?- hey, why are you laughing? simp? I'm not-!" the sound of a bowl falling and breaking catches them off guard, and toast immediately jumps out from where they were hiding behind the wall to help you.
"are you okay?" they asked, grabbing your hand, "shit, you're bleeding. let me grab a bandaid, stay here."
you were too focused on the realization that they were there... and they had heard you rambling them. the cut on your hand forgotten. you flushed red, stepping back, feeling embarrassed, "you… you were eavesdropping!"
stopping in their tracks, toasty turned around, face confused, but you could tell they were hiding a grin by the slight curve of their lips upwards, "sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. come on, let me clean your hand. would you like to watch me play after that?"
"toast!"
xyx
"I love him so much. I can't just get him something-" you pause, listening to your friend on the other line, "no, you don't get it! he can get any gift he wants himself, I have to get him something special! it's his birthday, come on, help me think here…"
xyx had just gotten home from work, and stopped the moment he heard you speaking to someone in your bedroom. a smile crept onto his face when he realized what he was listening in on. he didn't want to keep eavesdropping, but the distressed tone of your voice was too enthralling, and he couldn't help but lean against the open door, your back to him, unexpecting.
from inside, you huff, "what do you mean 'your love for him is enough'?" you chuckle, "that's cheesy. of course I love him, fuck, I'd marry him right now if I could. get down on one knee and everything. but I can't do that on his birthday…"
xyx's eyes widened at the blatant mention of marriage. it wasn't a surprise to him, you've both talked about it before. both agreeing on marriage in the future- but hearing you say it, as if you were impatient to confirm your future life together forever…
he felt his chest tighten. fuck, he was smitten.
from the room, you sigh, "yeah, you're right… I guess he will just like whatever I get him, won't he? what a loser, I can't believe he likes someone like me." you say lightheartedly, but a little insecurity bleeding out at the end, "ill call you back, he should be home by n-ow!"
yelping, you threw your phone on the bed when you felt yourself being lifted up, thinking it was someone who broke into your house, your legs kicked wildly.
"let me go! i swear to god my boyfriend will kick your fucking ass-"
"doll, calm down," xyx laughs, setting you down on the bed, legs trapping you in place, "maybe that wasn't a good idea, my apologies."
you stare up at in in confusion, before your face heats up, "you… heard the conversation, didn't you?"
"more of a ramble really," he grins, leaning down to press a kiss under your jaw, his breath hot. "its alright, we have more important things to settle. now, what was that about 'liking someone like you?' are you doubting me? must I prove it?"
Onionthief
Onion had just finished paying for both your meals, you having to step out to take a call from your friend. he had assumed you were done when he stepped out, but he was proven wrong when he saw you on the bench, hands frantically waving as you were passionately talking about something.
He didn't want to interrupt, but he did want to at least tell you he would be in the shop next door before he goes. walking over to you, he hears that the conversation was a little more interesting than he thought it was.
"you seriously don't have to check up on me everytime, I'm fine! he takes good care of me," you say, softer towards the end, "he's… different. he invited me to dinner- even fucking paid for it. I love him so much. I promise you I'm okay. I'm… really hopeful for the future. I hope he wants to spend his lifetime with me as well."
"of course I do," he says immediately, not caring if you would catch him overhearing your conversation. he had to get rid of that seed of doubt in your head before it grew, and he is. he gently grabs your phone and pushes it away- your friend on the other line confused- and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.
"don't doubt it. and I love you too."
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First Contact (Part 2)
A/N: Part 2 I guess! Let’s see where this goes! Do like and comment if you wish! Thanks for reading! I’m almost done with my internship but I still have assignments and documents to submit lmao. Happy start of the week I guess? HAHAHA
Genre: PG-13
Warnings: None that I can think of at the moment? May be potentially long.
P.S. I love this gif he looks so confused help my heart!
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‘Meet me at the Korean BBQ restaurant. Tomorrow, 6pm.’
That message came in at three in the morning as Rick was filing away some documents that Waller needed. Just what were you planning?
He waits for the lights to turn green, crossing the road to see you in a denim one piece. Something about seeing you outside other than work was starting to form butterflies in his stomach.
You see him and your lips curved upwards. ‘Rick! I didn’t think you made it but here you are! Come on, let’s go in, I’m starving!’ You causally grabbed his hands, pulling him in into the authentic restaurant that was buzzing with a mixture of orders, chatter and the smell of meat on the grill. The two of you slide into a booth at the end.
‘So, take your pick! We’ll be sharing the meat though,’ you passed the menu to him before enthusiastically scanning through the potential dishes you were going to devour. Rick can’t help but to let out a small chuckle.
‘What’s so funny Mister?’
‘You’re cute.’
The menu in your hands froze midair, momentarily unsure of how to respond. Rick realizes that he had just let the cat out of the bag a few seconds too late.
‘I- I meant-’
Before he could retract back his supposed blunder, you went on the attack. ‘I think you’re cute too.’ You hoped your voice wasn’t a dead giveaway despite hiding your face behind the menu.
Two bowls of black bean noodles, a set of six piece dumplings, two servings of meat and four bottles of soju later, you found yourself giggling at a story that Rick was telling you as you both walked under the shelters, away from the rain.
‘God you should have seen the way Waller looked at me, I thought I was gonna die,’ he drawls. You couldn’t imagine how Rick had managed to be so brave, going as far to make a joke on Walker’s outfit.
‘Oh you poor thing,’ you teased him, slightly feeling the effects of the alcohol. He looks down at your cheeks that was now tinted with a shade of light pink. He has never felt this comfortable with anyone at work.
Just then a delivery truck zoomed by, with no signs of slowing down at the huge puddle of water. You didn’t see it but Rick did. He pulls you towards him, taking a huge dose of water on his large frame. The sudden movement woke you up as you registered what just happened.
‘Oh my god, Rick! Are you ok?’
‘Peachy darlin’, but maybe we should get off the sidewalk before I look like the loach ness monster.’ Rick takes a moment to recover before taking your hands gently with his large ones. Just when things were going well. He tries not to show his disappointment at his misfortune.
‘Looks like that ice cream date is out of the picture for now,’ you mused thoughtfully. ‘Come over to my place then, I have a change of clothes for you. It’s just a few blocks down. We don’t have to do anything, just chill.’
Any men would have been taken aback by your straightforwardness. A single woman, living alone, inviting a guy to her house at eight in the evening? Not Rick as he finds himself nodding naturally to your proposal.
He walks around the place that you called home, looking at the belongings you had placed around the living room while you went to ransack your closet for the shirt that your older brother had left behind when he visited to you the last time. The shelf with various books - from fiction to research journals on correctional services lined up neatly for display.
A lava lamp sits on a small side table that was placed next to your sofa. You come out of the room, shirt in your hands. ‘I finally found it! I hope it’s not too small though, my brother gained muscle weight since then,’ you grin at Rick.
Rick remembers seeing a photo frame of you and your brother. The athlete’s built was hard to hide behind that loose hoodie he was wearing in the photo. As if you could read his mind, you answered, ‘My brother’s a gym trainer, he’s traveling around with one of the basketball teams this season so he’s barely around.’
The thumping in his heart slowed down. Rick was a god damn SEAL, why was he so nervous about the news of your brother?
‘Go change, I’ll make us some hot chocolate,’ you made a beeline towards the kitchen counter, starting up the coffee machine.
Rick exits the bathroom as quickly as he entered it, wearing your brother’s navy blue shirt. Thank god the machine was making the drink for you because you would have spilt the brown liquid all over the counter upon seeing his well defined muscles through the shirt.
The two of you take a seat at the sofa. He takes a whiff at the fragrant smell of the hot chocolate in hopes that it would calm his heart down. Clearing his head, he goes on the offense.
‘So, what made you come to good ol’ Belle Reve?’
‘Waller,’ Rick raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to go on. ‘She made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. I was in a difficult situation back then - financially.’
Waller, it was always Waller and her manipulative ways, Rick thinks. That explained why someone like you ended up here. He couldn’t come terms that you possibly walked into the high gates of Belle Reve on your own.
‘But it’s not so bad,’ you quickly reassured him. ‘I mean as time gets by you get used to Digger’s quips what have you not. Besides, not everyone is some hardened villain who’s out for the Dark Knight’s blood. Look at Cleo.’ You pause, unsure of whether to continue. It must have been the remnants of Soju in your stomach edging you on.
‘And I realize the people around me aren’t bad either.’
Rick places the mug down gently, turning to face you. If you were working up the courage to admit your feelings, there was no reason why he couldn’t.
‘You know… I feel the same way too.’
The only thing you could hear was the honking below your apartment and the rain that was drumming on your windows. It was starting to get louder but you blocked it out more. Right now you could only look at the man’s emerald eyes dumbly as he stares straight back into yours.
Maybe it was the silence, but Rick snapped out of it first. Should he have said that? ‘God I’m so sorry,’ he begins only to be cut off by your lips. You move back a few inches to look at him, to wait for any signs of reaction. And he does.
His hand moves to your spine rift, bringing you closer to him. Perhaps it was the hot chocolate, but it made it so much sweeter. You snake your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was a cold Saturday evening but your body felt on fire.
The two of you finally break away, feeling breathless.
‘Wow,’ the two of you breathe out simultaneously, bursting into laughter - not the awkward type of laughter, but one that was genuine and natural.
‘What now?’ You asked as you came down from your high.
Rick muses. He wasn’t going to risk anything. No one at work can know. The last time that happened, he had to rip a witch’s heart out of his ex-girlfriend’s body. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
‘I know what you’re thinking about - Waller,’ you decided to be straight with him. ‘We’ll make this work Rick,’ you were determined not to let him go now that you had bravely confessed your feelings. ‘We’ll make this happen even if I have to fight the damn world for it.’ You wrapped your hands around his, feeling the roughness on it that reflected the years on the field.
He was the soldier but at this moment, Rick couldn’t help but to admire your guts. You were risking it all, being brave for love. It probably sounded cheesy but hell - he was falling into your charms deeper by the minute.
Rick comes closer, putting his forehead against yours. He doesn’t move and neither do you. You just want to stop time and run away with your Prince Charming to Neverland.
The rain doesn’t seem to agree though as it only gets heavier, wind starting to howl. ‘Rain‘s not going to slow down soon. You’re welcome to stay if you like,’ you whisper as if afraid to break the intimacy you created.
‘I didn’t know you moved this fast,’ it was his turn to tease back. You shrugged at him.
‘Well what can I say? If I see a man this fine in front of me, I’m not gonna let him go. Now you staying or not?’
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The clock reads at two in the morning. The rain was still going steady but this time it had been reduced to patters. Two pairs of feet were tangled together in the sheets.
Rick’s abysmal sleeping patterns left him awake. He turns on his side, mentally tracing your features in the darkness.
Yes, he had admitted that you were similar to June - he always had a thing for intelligent women. But the similarity stopped there. You were quiet but feisty - not backing down when you believed in something.
And right now, you believed in him.
Rick was always afraid to open up his heart - his dad said that it was weak. No dad, he thinks. The only weak thing I did was listening to you.
A strand of hair falls, covering your face. He reaches out slowly, as if fearful of waking up from the dream, to find himself back in the four walls of his depressing home.
Maybe it was because you were trained to help others, to let them know that they weren’t alone as you shift slowly in your slumber, reaching out for his hand that was on your cheek.
‘I’m not going anywhere Rick. I’ll be here.’ As if to reassure him, you moved yourself closer to him.
For the very first time in a long while, Rick feels safe. He wasn’t the only one giving in the relationship. All this while, he was so afraid of making the first contact again but you gave him the courage.
Who knew that the first contact with you in that musty prison would lead to something greater?
Body relaxing a little more, he finally sinks his head into the pillow, arms thrown over your waist, allowing the rain to put him to some much needed sleep.
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A/N: Ahhhhh~ I hope this was ok! For sure I’ll be writing more about Rick! Who knows, maybe my future pieces would be connected to this? Really hope y’all enjoyed the fluff(?) I always had difficulty writing the romance genre(?) but you know, it never hurts to try right?
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hi!! could you do a yandere enhypen where they stalk the reader?
thank you so much!
yandere!enhypen stalks the reader
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pairing: yandere!enhypen x gn!reader
genre: yandere
a/n: im making this as a reaction if that’s fine with you!
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jungwon
you were walking home from work, as usual, with headphones blasting the recent hits and jungwon walked behind you from a distance, just like he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.
you never suspected anything and it didn’t feel weird. whenever you looked behind you there was either a guy with sweet, handsome features or no one. you never thought twice about it since you lived in a fairly crowded area. sure, the recent news was about attempted murders and kidnappings and you were told to not be outside during a certain hour, but it felt safe walking home. the same thing you’ve done for years. why would it be different now?
jungwon quickened his pace as he wanted to get a closer look at you. he’d only been able to zoom in on the pictures taken on his phone, but the times you were in front of him were so much better.
“i must have you. we belong together, i can feel it. i’ve felt it since the first time we met at the café.” he sighed and stopped himself, not wanting to be caught just yet and letting you walk up to your apartment.
heeseung
the two of you had been friends for a very long time. it all started in second grade when he came to school without fruits in his lunchbox (he always had fruits with him instead of candy or other snacks). he began to cry and you, being the sweet hero that you were, handed him some apple slices and grapes, “there you go. now please stop crying, it’s a bit annoying.”
ever since then, he told you he’d make it up to you. and he did. several times. but the one thing never leaving his mind was that he had to marry you, no matter what or who stood in his way.
recently, you’ve been hanging out with his friend jake a bit more often. you didn’t want heeseung to be mad at either of you, so you just told him that you were hanging out with a friend. he didn’t believe you and that’s why he followed your every move after school.
it’s been like this for a few weeks and even though you’ve seen him a couple of times, you haven’t brought it up, thinking he was just there coincidentally. but oh boy how wrong you were.
“jake doesn’t have a chance against me, everyone knows that. im her number one priority as she is mine and i will be the one to get her heart.” he muttered for himself while slurping the smoothie he ordered to stay looking after you.
jay
you were working with enhypen as their stylist, making sure everything was right for the next comeback. jay had known you since trainee days when you took your first steps as a stylist and was excited that you were gonna work with them now. you were still learning things about the industry, but your colleagues had an open mind thinking that they needed someone younger’s thoughts.
just like you, jay had grown up so much since the last time you saw each other. he, of course, never forgot you and had been stalking your social media accounts at least once a week. you never knew that though, and he wasn’t planning on telling you.
stalking on the internet soon came to be stalking in real life. he always kept an eye open on your schedule, planning to “bump into you” by accident and hoping that you were gonna visit them for measurements even though everything was mostly finished.
“oh, hi y/n! what are you up to?” he put his hand on your shoulder and held it there for a moment before letting go, “i have a meeting about the concept in a few, how about you?” you returned the question, not wanting to sound impolite, “just the usual… training.” he smiled and you nodded as you walked off to the meeting, “i’ll see you later, jay.”
jake
you’d never met him in your life, but something told you you’d seen him before.
you were working the late-night shift at the restaurant and were quick to take the orders. you didn’t really care about the guests, just having one goal in mind and that was to go home and sleep.
a guy came in, looking like the lead in a drama, and sat down by the bar. you were immediately caught up in his handsome features, from the way his eyes shone in the dimmed light to his bright smile. “what would you like today, sir?” you asked as you got ready with the notepad. he looked directly into your eyes with that sweet smile, “you.” you burst out laughing, “oh yeah? that was funny.” it took a second before you collected yourself and the guy still didn’t take his eyes off you, “i can recommend the burger and the steak, but if you want more vegetables, i’d recommend the salad.” you explained.
jake ordered the steak and picked up his phone after you left, wanting to take some pictures of the place. of you.
later that night, when he received the tab, he wrote down your name in his phone and wrote you a cute little note on a napkin, “loved the conversation, might have to steal you from work someday.” and added his phone number, hoping you would call.
sunghoon
you were at the ice rink to support a friend and give them some assistance. sunghoon immediately made his way over to you who was standing by the side all alone.
cold air whooshed against your face, making your cheeks a bit more red, “hi, who are you? i haven’t seen you here before.” his smile was sweet, “im here with a friend.” he hummed, “well, if you want to hang out later, i can make some time.” you blushed and gave out a nervous chuckle, “mhm, we’ll see.”
the two of you exchanged numbers and have spent a lot of time together since then. what you didn’t know, however, was that sunghoon had pressured your friend to bring you to the ice rink that day… he had seen you around town before and did his research. you were more difficult to find, so he went for a different approach: kidnap your friend and threaten them to help him get you.
“you’re friends with y/n, right? i want you to get them to the ice rink.” they nodded hastily, trying to respond, but his hand was covering their mouth, “i know the two of us have talked before, i know you usually hang out there, so just do me a favor and get them there.”
sunoo
working at a busy café in the middle of seoul made you see thousands of people every day. sunoo, however, only wanted to see you.
he came in at least once every day to order coffee and have small talk. when he came in your colleagues immediately gave you a heads up, “the sweet sunoo is here again, miss girl.” they laughed and you walked out the storage room with a bright smile, “thanks guys.” sunoo took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you, “hi sunoo.” you greeted as you re-tied the apron, “do you want the usual? or maybe try something different?” he smiled, “the usual, thank you.”
his gaze never left your face and you’d gotten quite used to it. still, what made you a little worried was his lockscreen. you swore it was a picture of you taken from afar. you didn’t dare to question though, thinking it would start something you didn’t want to experience. but, what you didn’t know was that he’d been stalking you for the past couple of months. not only grabbing coffee and having small talk but following you to your home, getting to know your daily routines and who you hung out with as well.
“if you want to visit the company, you know where it is. just call me and i’ll take you on a tour.” he laughed and gave you a napkin with his number on it. you looked at it for a minute before locking eyes again, “thank you.”
niki
as a trainee at belift there are a lot of things to do. practice singing, practice dancing, study for the upcoming tests in school, and so on and so forth. you’d been at belift for about a year and recently gained a lot of attention from the producers as your monthly evaluation really stood out from everyone else.
but it’s not only the producers who are interested. niki from enhypen has been keeping an eye on you from the day you arrived, wanting you in his life one way or another.
you’d just finished dance practice and were on your way to fill up your water bottle as you bumped into him. “oh, hi y/n. you good?” with a black cap and oversized black hoodie, you barely recognized him, “niki?” he nodded with a short laugh, “oh, im good.” you began, “i just finished practicing.” you motioned to your bottle, still waiting to be filled with water, “mm, alright. we’ll talk later, yeah? i have a meeting.” he explained and gave you a wave goodbye.
you thought he was just like any other guy at the company: hardworking, sweet, and motivated, and you were right, but he was hardworking, sweet, and motivated for you as well. taking every chance to talk to you, touch you, making you want to be with him. but that would take some time for you to figure out, he made sure of that.
#enhypen#enhypen reaction#yandere!enhypen#enhypen imagine#kpop#kpop reaction#kpop yandere#yandere#enhypen au#kpop au#heeseung#jungwon#sunghoon#jake#jay#sunoo#niki
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Quarantine with Matthew Gray Gubler (MGG / Reader)
(Not my gif, thank you to whoever made it! )
Requested: Yes :)
Vivir en cuarentena con Matthew, y él hace en vivos por Instagram con y/n respondiendo preguntas de fans
Category: Fluff
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader
Summary: Matthew loves making people happy, and in quarantine, he finds the best way to keep in touch with his fans and do what he loves the most: spend time with (Y/N) 💜
Warnings: Nope
Word count: 2,2K
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A/N: I am so sorry this request took me forever!! Hello guys!! thank you for all your comments, and love 💖 You are awesome!! hope you have a great week!!
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Living in quarantine isn't as bad as many people think. It all depends on who you are spending your time locked in with. (Y/N) knew it pretty well, 'cos she had been locked with her husband, Matthew Gray Gubler, in their shared house for the last month.
And even when most people were sick and tired of being home, (Y/N)and Matthew managed to keep themselves busy and mentally sane. In fact, you could feel more stressed considering there was a pandemic and no one could see their loved ones and friends. But being with Matthew made it all so much bearable.
Considering Gubler's job kept him busy most of the time during a normal year and that he didn't have many chances to be home the way he was now, he enjoyed it.
Sleeping in was heaven. And the fact he could stay in, wearing pajama and kimonos, just enjoying his wife's company, was what he needed.
He didn't realize he needed to take a break after years of hard work until he was forced to do it. And god, it felt good.
(Y/N) would keep herself busy writing and reading while Matthew painted and draw by her side.
Their daily activities included: trying new recipes at least three times each week. Gubler would always come with some random exotic dish he always wanted to recreate. And six of eight times, he nailed it.
They would also spend a day in their pajamas doing nothing. Usually, it was Sundays. That was their official cuddles day. Just movies, ice cream, and cuddles.
Matthew also started teaching (Y/N) some magic tricks. She had insisted a few times, but he was very reluctant to do it at first.
- "A magician never shares his tricks, Bunny"- he argued for days.
- "Ok, but what if I am a magician too? Then it would be ok?"
(Y/N) was sitting on his lap, playing with some curls of his hair between her fingers. They were in their backyard, having a picnic. They had set a blanket and had some cookies (Y/N) had baked, along with two tall ice coffee Matthew had prepared, with an obscene amount of whipped cream.
- "And how are you planning to be a magician if you don't know any trick?"- he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
- "Just because you haven't taught me any trick doesn't mean I don't know any!"- she answered, pretending to be insulted.
- "My wife can do magic, and she never told me?"
- "There are a lot of things about your wife you still don't know"- (Y/N) teased and smiled at him.
- "Bunny, we are locked in this house until further notice. I think I have enough time to find out all those things I haven't seen in the last years."
(Y/N) had finally convinced him when she showed him a simple card trick her father had taught her when she was a kid. Gubler got so excited he even presided a ceremony to name her an official magician and invited their friends to be part of it via zoom. Everybody enjoyed their magic tricks and shared a good hour of fun and laughter with them, just like they would do live.
It felt good to be with their loved ones, even if it was just online.
That gave Matthew an idea.
- "Hey, Bunny!"- he walked into the kitchen holding his phone, scrolling down his Instagram feed.
- "What is it, honey?"- (Y/N) asked him as she kept chopping vegetables for dinner.
- "I was thinking maybe I should start doing Instagram live streamings with the fans. Maybe do some magic tricks, tell jokes. I don't know."- (Y/N) raised his eyes from the food and smiled.
- "Sounds awesome! when do you wanna start?"
- "Now?"- he answered a little hesitant
- "And what do you have in mind?"
- "Maybe answering questions and asking them if hanging out via Instagram is something they'd like to do."
(Y/N) chuckled and walked to her husband, pinching his cheeks, making him giggle.
- "You are so adorable, Gub. Like anyone wouldn't love to hang out with you."- he blushed and shook his head.
- "Ok, I'm gonna do it here anyway."
- "While I'm cooking?"- (Y/N) looked confused
- "Yes, I want you near so you can stop me when I start rambling"- (Y/N) laughed and kissed her husband's lips sweetly.
- "I can't stop your rambling, Gubler. But I can mute the video"- she teased, and he pecked her lips, chuckling.
- "Just stop me when I start saying anything embarrassing."
- "Deal."
No one could say Matthew Gray Gubler didn't care about his fans. He was committed to being always nice to anyone who would ask for a picture or an autograph. Why? Because nothing made him happier than making people happy. And if his job gave people joy, he honestly felt his life had a purpose.
That's why he enjoyed his improvised IG stream so much. He just sat on a couch nearby the kitchen and started talking with fans, answering questions.
- "Where am I spending my quarantine? Here is my hunted treehouse. I don't think I had ever been home this much, and it's been awesome."- Gubler stood up and started walking around the room.
- "Who am I spending it with? my gorgeous wife, of course,"- he said and pointed the phone at (Y/N), who was still cooking dinner. She simply waved and smiled
- "She is making sure I eat proper food now... Bunny, people are asking what you are cooking."
- "Pad thai"- she answered with a huge grin- "Gubler's request for tonight's dinner."
- "Maybe we could make a cooking class one day,"- Matthew suggested, and the screen started filling with "YES!!" immediately- "I could teach people how to burn every pan in the house, and you can cook."
(Y/N) nodded, laughing.
- "You can teach everybody how to make the best hotcakes."- (Y/N) answered and walked away from the phone.
It wasn't that she didn't like being part of her husband's activities, but she figured she wasn't really that important. Fans were there to see him, not her.
But Matthew followed her.
- "Yeah! I'll make my famous chocolate chip hotcakes, and you will have to top them!"- (Y/N) laughed and looked at her husband, raising an eyebrow.
- "Battle of the hotcakes?"
- "Yes!"
- "Set a time and a place, and I'll be there"- (Y/N) put her hands in her waist and raised an eyebrow, looking as serious as she could fake it.
- "Tomorrow, noon, here in our kitchen, because we can't leave the house,"- Gubler answered and mimicked his wife's attitude, still streaming everything.
- "Bring it, Gub."
And just like that, another livestream was scheduled.
The next day, at noon, Matthew streamed the funniest hotcake competition there had ever been seen by humankind. At least that's what he described.
- "Let's say it's a tie"- Gubbler decided and finished the last piece of hotcake in his dish- "I'll leave a poll in my stories so you can decide what you wanna see in tomorrow's live."
- "Really?"- (Y/N) asked, surprised- "Which are the options?"
- "Magic tricks or... I don't know. I didn't think this through"- he answered, making his wife giggle.
- "Maybe you could make a Rumple reading"- and Gubler's eye brightened at the idea
- "With my Rumple costume?"
- "I don't see why not"- Gubler looked at the screen and grinned like a kid.
- "Ok, you'll decide, magic classes or Rumple reading."
It was a draw. That's why Gubler did a Rumple reading the next day and decided to prepare a magic class with his wife for later that week.
His followers were having a blast with each one of their streams. Matthew would always try to take a step back and let his wife shine in front of everybody. He thought she was so funny the world needed to see more of her.
And (Y/N) always tried to be the best sidekick for her husband. Helping him make his streamings as fun as possible.
For the Rumple reading, Matthew sat in an armchair by the fireplace, dressed like Rumple, and read the whole book, impersonating voices and everything. Then, (Y/N) read the questions from the fans, and Matthew answered everything.
Gubler dressed like a classic magician for their magic streaming, and his wife was his assistant, helping him with each trick.
And by the end of the week, the people picked Q&A streaming with the two of them. It was the Friday "Chilling with the Gubs special."
- "Your girl is about to steal the whole show"- Shemar called Matthew that week and made him laugh- "She's the best part of the whole stream."
- "Don't flirt with my wife!"- he answered and chuckled.
- "I'm just saying she has a lot of potentials. She should try to do some stand-up comedy."
Gubler loved that comment, though. He knew his wife was awesome, and he wanted the world to know. As simple as that.
- "Ok, Bunny, ready to answer some questions?"- Gubler set the phone in front of them as they sat in their backyard. One more time, they had set a blanket in their favorite spot. And they had cookies and coffee.
- "Hit it!"
It was fun to do those things together. (Y/N) had never been one to be in the spotlight, but she loved being with Matthew. And if he was happy, so was she.
And it took only a second to see how happy Matthew was. He beamed each time he looked at his wife by his side.
- "Ok, this is a good one. What did we have for breakfast today?"- (Y/N) read and chuckled.
- "Good question. Waffles. (Y/N) made waffles, and I ate five, with ice cream. I'm gonna get so fat in quarantine"- the actor answered and felt his wife's hand in his hair.
- "What's your next project"- (Y/N) read- "Oh! that's a good one!"
- "But I won't say anything about it,"- Gubler answered and chuckled- "You'll have to stay tuned."
- "But I can assure you, it's amazing,"- (Y/N) added smiling- "How did you two meet"- the couple looked at each other and giggled.
- "At a party in my best friend's house"- she answered- "She was dating one of Matthew's friends, and they had a huge celebration when they moved in together."
- "And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her, but her friends didn't leave her alone."
- "Why didn't you just walked over and talked to me anyway?"- (Y/N) asked and crossed her arms on her chest
- "Because they were intimidating! and I am a shy guy!"- he explained- "I had to wait until you walked away to get yourself a drink to talk to you finally!"
- "You literally appeared by my side as soon as I walked away from them"- (Y/N) laughed, remembering the moment- "It was so funny!"
- "Hey! it might have been my only chance! I needed to take it!"- Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers, thinking he was glad non of that was in the camera angle.
- "And it worked"- (Y/N) answered and smiled at her husband, thinking as soon as that livestream was over, she was going to have a serious make out session with him
- "I'm glad it did. Quarantine would suck without you."
Gubler answered and smiled, thinking as soon as that stream was over, he was going to jump on her and kiss every inch of her body, just because she looked so beautiful that day.
- "Are you guys planning on having kids?"- (Y/N) read and turned all kinds of pink. There was a silence between the couple as they just looked at each other and shrugged.
- "We'd make cute babies"- Matthew answered- "And we could clearly keep them entertained."
(Y/N) laughed and shook her head.
- "We are not streaming that!!"
- "What?"
- "The baby-making part!"- she joked, and Gubler blushed, laughing and falling back on the blanket.
- "That idea never crossed my mind!"
- "I had to say it! Just in case"- (Y/N) argued and chuckled.
She had thought about having babies in the last few months. But getting pregnant during a pandemic didn't sound like a good idea.
Or was it?
- "Ok, everybody. We are signing out for today"- Gubler announced and waved at the camera- "Take care, stay in your house this weekend, and we'll come back maybe next week."
- "Maybe people can suggest what they'd like to see"- (Y/N) said and looked at Gubler, smiling back at her.
- "I'll leave the option in one of my stories so that you can leave your suggestions. See you!!"
The livestream was over. Gubler left his phone aside and looked at his wife. She was sipping her coffee and fidgeting with her fingers on the fabric of her jeans.
- "We would make cute babies, though,"- Matthew whispered and watched her beam at those words. That was all he needed to know.
- "You would spoil them so much"- (Y/N) replied, giggling.
- "Only because they will be just like you, and I love to spoil you so much"- he opened his arms, and (Y/N) leaned in, resting her body against his.
- "So... do you wanna have a baby Gub?"- she whispered against his chest- her voice was muffled, but he heard her clearly.
- "I think I do. You?"- Gubler answered, feeling his heart beating faster.
- "Me too."
(Y/N) muttered and giggled. Matthew looked at her and leaned in a little closer, kissing her lips sweetly.
It was a massive step for them, and they were very excited to do it.
- "Do you wanna start now?"- Matthew suggested, and (Y/N) blushed immediately- "I mean... I was going to suggest sex before, but now..."
- "The sooner, the better, Gubler,"- (Y/N) replied and bit her lips- "After all, we are gonna have to do a lot of practice before we succeed."
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Let’s talk: Namjoon’s Vlive (210913)
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This is a very random thing to start off with but Namjoon’s habit of drinking from a straw on the right side of his mouth is adorable, don’t ask me why, it just is.
And also when Namjoon lit the candles on his cake and decided to twirl around once on his chair which resulted in the candles being blown out and his face when he noticed that happened? So very cute but also very devastating at once. Honestly, I’m just so weak and soft for this man.
Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, there are two main things I’d like to talk about when it comes to Namjoon’s recent vlive being, of course, the bicycle gift and something he said that I thought was very meaningful and important. But let’s start with the easier, lighter, of the two: the bicycle.
Excitedly Namjoon goes to fetch something from outside of his studio saying he has to show us something and quickly returns with a bicycle happily telling us that he got it from Seokjin. He talks about how Seokjin got it two weeks prior and made it to look as closely to the bikes you can rent across Seoul. Apparently those are Namjoon’s favorite, so Seokjin got the bike from the same brand and then, at least according to Namjoon, assembled it himself. Which, thanks to Seokjin’s weverse post, we know wasn’t quite correct:
(Love how he also told us through that that he was watching the vlive along with us, cute.)
The main point in all of this is though how weeks prior at the zoom fanmeet Seokjin jokingly said that he’ll get Namjoon a bicycle for his birthday, and despite everyone, including Namjoon, thinking it really was just a joke, he kept his word and did it. And instead of just getting the most expensive one, or the fanciest looking one, he got one that was exactly following Namjoon’s preferences and thus would make him the happiest.
When I went to the gym earlier...Jin always goes to the gym when he comes into the office. Only when he comes to the office. And I saw him at the gym. He was on the bicycle and I asked, “Did you get a new bike?” And he said, “no it’s your birthday present.” And I thought he was kidding. Because he always jokes around so I thought he got it for himself or it belonged to someone else and he was just joking around. I thought he was just joking around with me. And he said that it was really mine. So I was like, “What? He got me a present!” (...) Since Jin got it for me, I’m going to ride it for the rest of my life. It was so moving.
It such a thoughtful gift, very sweet and meaningful. It shows how much Seokjin cares and pays attention. It’s funny, when it was Namjoon’s birthday and Seokjin posted his notes app birthday wish for Namjoon, some were a little disappointed, even more so since it lacked the usual “bro”, and yet in real life Seokjin got him such a wonderful gift. It shows, once more, how the greetings we see the members post for each other are usually just a fragment, not necessarily the full picture.
Also, once again Seokjin showed that he truly is a man of his word. First with the vlive, which really did happen a little more than a month after he said he’d come along with Namjoon, the selca he promised to post after getting his hair done until 1am, and then with the bicycle. Wonderful.
Now onto the second topic I wanted to talk about: the daily fights of life.
First Namjoon spoke about how, because it’s been so long since he last got to actually see ARMY, as well as have a proper concert with a crowd like it used to be, that he’s trying his best to stay in shape (yeah we definitely noticed that, ha) but that, at the same time, he’s worried and a bit scared. That if the time will eventually come he might not be able to do it anymore the way they used to even though they should show how much they’ve grown and matured. How, really, it’ll only really feel like his birthday once they’ll have a concert, whenever that will be, eventually.
It’s such a real, raw thought, facing reality that, sure, they had BangBangCon, Map of the Soul ON:E and Muster, that was still something completely different than a proper concert with a crowd, with the energy you get from viewers, from the joy and screams all around you. And wondering if you still remember how to do it after more than two years? It’s such a Namjoon though, by which it sounds like a worry he would have, this introspective thinking, but at the same time, it’s very reasonable and valid. They used to have lots of concerts and only a few months between tours, and now? When as someone who isn’t a performer, I can imagine how the mere thought of a concert must be both exhilarating but also so very daunting.
Then came the part that I thought was the most meaningful, raw, and hard hitting, showing that the struggles of real life, like depression and the thought of you potentially falling into it, they seem like something celebrities or rich people don’t have. And yet, here we have Namjoon talking about how every day is a fight, how he struggles, too. Because depression doesn’t care about money or your position in society. Depression and mental illnesses in general don’t discriminate.
So I was saying that everyday is a fight. Basically...not to...not to lose...in front of depression, getting exhausted. Giving up. So every day I wake up, clean my room. Watering plants. Exercise. It’s been like two years so every day is a fight. I have to pay back for all the love that I’m getting right now. Like you guys telling me happy birthday. Every time, even with myself. So yeah...every day is a war for me. And I really hate that but that’s the only thing I can do right now. And it’s just living, just life. And I could feel how much you guys miss us. We feel the same. So after this sick and tiring war passes by, after that we’ll be getting back to the track, where we were. That’s my hope. And that’s all I got right now. So just doing what I can do. Still for two years. Not bad and not good at the same time. Just life.
For me, it’s always so interesting, though that sounds kind of morbid, to listen to Namjoon speak like this, be willing to open up about such a struggle with us, though it’s not the first time he’s done so. It was interesting to watch baby ARMYs be shocked by his words and have that stand in contrast to older ARMYs like myself and others who know Always and how he used it to voice his past suicidal thoughts, we know how mono. came to be and his struggles with depression that have been ongoing for a long time, something he’s spoken about for at least as long as Yoongi has as well. As sad and awful as it is, it seems like unfortunately that depression, or depression like state, is a lifelong companion to both of them.
In a way I can’t help but be reminded of this paragraph from BTS’ interview for The Atlantic in December of 2020, especially the final quote at the end:
It’s undeniable that it’s important to talk about your struggle and, as important as it is for any normal person, it’s also important for people like Bangtan, even more so because Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi or Taehyung sharing their struggles can give courage to others who also feel this way but thought they couldn’t speak up, that it wouldn’t help them anyway. It shows them that what they’re feeling is perfectly normal (as in not something you need to be ashamed of, you're not the only one, that kind of thing), that even their idols feel this way too sometimes, and that talking, opening up about it, reaching out to a friend or a professional, if you have that possibility, is a good thing, a helpful thing.
It’s things like this that help to slowly destigmatize mental illnesses and hopefully create a world in which you saying “I have depression” won’t make you an outcast anymore.
Lastly Namjoon spoke about how he makes a song every two or three months, that on that day he was actually wearing casual comfy clothes because he was going to record a song he was working on. Then he said something I think is very valuable for any kind of artist to hear, regardless if you make music or art or anything else:
No one acknowledges my work. No one acknowledges this work. No one will acknowledge this work that I do on my own. I have to appreciate my own work...Sometimes, I wonder what will come of this work that I do but/if I have to keep working like this. It’s something I do for myself. No one acknowledges it but I keep thinking that I’m the only one that matters. I keep hoping that this work that I do is somehow a monument that has meaning. So I keep going. Before, I used to place a lot of meaning on every little thing I did. But now, it’s become part of my life. This is something I’ve been doing for the past 14 years. Even at time like these when it’s hard to work on the songs, I hope that each and every song turns out well. For BTS songs too. So that’s what I’ve been doing. So please wait. We’re working hard and we’re not always sad. We’re doing the best we can. So I hope you’ll be like that too.
Likely the work he’s talking about here is the one he does for his mixtape, which he I believe mentioned working on some time ago. It’s the music that’s most personal to the given member, and until we hear it, most of the time we’re not even aware that they’re working on it. So how do you find motivation to keep going? Especially since you’re doing it on your own instead of as team, like it is the case with BTS’ music? You have to be your own motivation, do it for yourself, give yourself the validation you’d usually get from others, and acknowledge your own hard work going into it. In times of social media and everyone being driven by likes and follows and clout, it’s easy to be motivated when you post your art and get a thousand likes within the hour, but what if instead you only get one?
Seeing Namjoon talk about how he’s found his own pace that he feels good with, is his own source of acknowledgment of the effort and work he puts into what he does, it’s so important and I hope it’s a kind of mentality he can inspire others to adapt as well, despite how hard it is.
While Namjoon apologizes at the end that this wasn’t a “fun” vlive, I think it was a wonderful one, very honest and meaningful, the kind of vlive I would recommend everyone to watch so they can understand Namjoon, his thoughts, the kind of person he is. Truly, I love how mind, his passion, his way of thinking and looking at the world around him. To quote Seokjin: “I love your sexy brain.”
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For your prompts, how about Colin Shea figuring out a Halloween costume?
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author's note: I figured this can be the perfect little "pre-teaser" / segway for @blizzspeaks birthday bash challenge - the full submission will come in due course and it’ll be smutty! But to my fellow writers, if you want to work your creative juices then you should definitely check out her fall themed challenge (as linked above) — it’s a fun one!
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This is not beta’d — any mistakes are my own.
warning: 18+ nsfw below the cut
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"Hey babe I was thinking." Colin ruminates out loud while prancing around your flat. He has his phone balanced in one hand, aimlessly scrolling through an adult costume catalogue, sizing up his options and yours.
"There's a first..." You finally mumble under your breath after completing a long winded email to your boss in waiting. The vertical dash blinks in cue as your concentration slowly starts to diminish.
It’s a cool autumn morning where the days are becoming one. Colin has already buzzed himself up in to make a routinely warranted appearance. You're seated in your Carebear jammies, hunched over an outdated IKEA escritoire and snipping away on your laptop for most of the tomfoolery that was about to follow. There was no escaping it even though you'd secretly pine over Colins in tune mien. This was him, he was yours.
"We should do a couples costume for Blizz’s Halloween party this year." He announces with glee, eyes dilating as a clever 'what do you think?' gesture.
You're slightly bemused, briefly descrying his form before idolizing the unsent email. Around this time, Blizz’s annual Hallows fest was the talk. You’d been last year and the year before but on your own accord. This year was the first year you’d be accompanied by an eager date who was clearly eying the best dressed accolade with all due seriousness.
"Great, whaddya have in mind?" You dissert while zooming in, face close up to the screen. So work came first - that's not new.
"Here's the thing." He creeps up behind you, chin on your shoulder as his broad hands rest on your spread hips. You turn slightly to give him a quick peck and he happily obliges before smacking another kiss on your temple that thrums in deep thought. Colin briefly takes in the smell of coconut oil that you find the time to lather in the roots of your hair, he's enchanted but pervasive in being a sound delegate. "Since I love breasts and you certainly have them I was thinking that we could go as a pair of boobs."
His hands travel up the thinly veiled shirt that you have on and in the consuming seconds he playfully gropes your chest. You jump in your seat as he continues to honk your hooters. A classic Colin thing to illicit, a distracting mechanism.
"I see you're not wearing a bra." He commands right in your ear. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. In the comfort of your home and he'd have you as his, that was ascertain.
"Very funny. Is that the best you could think of?” You snap your laptop shut and ease right into his kneading hold.
“Ok um, how about this?” He plucks his phone out for show and there's a line up of outrageous costumes that he's graciously dropped into the cart. Two 'P's' in a Pod. A ‘snake’ penis charmer. A sexy zombie nurse and her slayer. "Look..."
"Your hand feels great by the way." You hum on the side while he's beaming at his device.
"Plug and socket?" He chirps with devilish innuendo.
"No thanks." You rumble as his pointer finger absently circles around your taut nipple.
"Ketchup and mustard?” He weighs your breast to the idea of popular street meat condiments.
“Really?” You berate him, instantly holding him to you as he pauses for a quick second.
“OK Filtered vs unfiltered?" Colin, bearing his phone, uses his thumb to point at the merry stock photo couple. They’re both carrying an Instagram frame where the girlfriend is all done up all while her partner looked like a complete, mangled and mirrored disaster. You wince at his unwinding enthusiasm that becomes crestfallen in short.
"You just want to be meme don’t you?” You caress and kiss his cheek haphazardly. Sometimes you cared other times you were just galvanizing for hope.
“That’s not it! These are hilarious costumes baby, alright hold on there’s got to be more.” He adamantly shuffles through his iPhone, past rows and rows of explicitly ranked habiliment. It’s an X-rated paradox, even down to the pixelated nudist costume, which was very pawky in itself.
“Some of them are borderline offensive Col.” you impulsively point at the pregnant nun and he waves it off. So his prerogative is far worse than assumed but that doesn’t entirely stop his conquest. Nay say my friends there’s more to come.
“That’s just all the fun! Let’s not be so crass honeybun. I mean everyone at this party can be out of their element and forthcoming of… a good laugh.” Colin falters and suddenly there’s a rippling thought that stops your boyfriend. “Actually… you know what? Let’s scrap the couples costume idea. I think I know what I’ll be… or who I’ll be in this case. But I can’t tell ya, it’s going to be a surprise.”
“A surprise?” You affirm, watching him appear right in front of you with a confirmed look.
“Mhm. You’ll love it.” His eyes distend, pupils blown out as you sulk down on the piano bench after granting him with another pouty, unsure kiss. “Or hate it, whichever.”
“Oh lord is it kid friendly at least?” You voice travels across the annex as he’s dancing away with inspiration.
“It’s age appropriate.” He wags a finger your way.
“Ray Palmer?” You take your first spontaneous guess and the furled musician snorts obnoxiously.
“If that’s the case I might as well be Steve ‘whoop-ass’ Rogers. Good guess but hell no.” He stops at the small plateaued step by your foyer, grieving you a mischievous look. “Although Aly would’ve been a great Sharon Carter.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.” You frantically look around to throw something at him for mentioning his idiotic ex. He did that a lot — it’s unnerving to say the least.
“Relax babe. I got this.” He coolly catches the bic pen that comes barrelling towards him. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”
“Colin.” You fearfully exhort while he’s already half way out the door.
“Trust me. Now send that email already will ya?” The door gleefully shuts behind him as you grovel to radio silence.
And so the rest was meant to be continued.
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Pairing: George Weasley x reader
Warning: language, mentions of cheating/breakup, alcohol
Summary: The one where Y/N downloads tinder after a bad breakup
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Y/N hated being single. She hated not having anyone waiting for her with dinner cooked and a glass of wine when she got home from work. She hated how empty her bed felt and not having anyone to cuddle after a tough week. She hated no one being there to listen to her ranting about her day. Y/N absolutely missed being in a relationship and being able to go through life with someone else by her side.
Y/N’s last relationship was 8 months ago, she had been with her ex Matthew for 6 months when it came crashing down. Y/N remembers the night she met Matthew vividly. Her friends had dragged her to some concert at this random underground bar. Y/N was at the bar ordering drinks when a breathtakingly handsome man with blond shaggy hair and piercing blue eyes offered to pay for the 3 beers she was ordering. Normally, Y/N would roll her eyes and not bother talking to random drunk men, especially when it was a girl’s night out like tonight. But something about Matthew caught her attention and she couldn’t walk away even if she wanted to. Matthew had this aura about him, he was very charismatic and could captivate anyone with his looks alone leaving those around him putty in his hands. Which is exactly what happened to Y/N.
Matthew and Y/N started dating shortly after that and she was completely smitten with the man. He seems to be just what Y/N needed. To Y/N he was the perfect boyfriend, he held all the traits she looked for in a partner, kind, funny, smart, supportive, everything except the trait which would be argued to be the most important – loyal. 6 months into their seemingly flawless relationship Y/N found Matthew-her supposedly perfect boyfriend, in bed with another girl.
The second Y/N saw the two of them in a rather compromising position in Matthew’s bed, Y/N felt her world collapse around her, her throat closed over making it hard to breath and her vision blurred. The events that followed are hazy in Y/N’s mind, she remembers screaming and yelling, she knows there had been a lot of tears (mostly from her), Matthew trying to beg for forgiveness, which is very hard to do when you’re butt naked and there potentially was a few items thrown in Matthews direction, deservingly so.
That night broke Y/N, it felt like Matthew had reached into her chest and yanked out her heart and crushed it to dust then spat on it. Apparently, douchebag Matthew and this girl had been shagging for basically the whole of his and Y/N’s relationship. She couldn’t believe it.
Y/N’s friends had spent most of the weeks that followed in the heartbroken girl’s apartment as she cried, screamed, yelled. It pained them to see their best friend so distraught. But surely, over time and with lots of ice cream and alcohol, Y/N was able to heal.
8 months later Y/N finally felt mostly whole again, she was able to smile and laugh without a hollow ache pounding in her chest and tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She no longer dreamt of Matthew’s arm wrapping around her and pulling her into his chest when she dozed off, she forgot how it felt to kiss him and she stopped wanting to call him.
Y/N finally felt free, which she told Alicia and Angelina at their weekly girl’s night in. This led to Alicia trying to convince her to maybe start dating again, to test the waters as she put it.
“Okay, hear me out,” Alicia says waving her arms, somehow managing not to slip her wine on the couch, “I think Y/N should download tinder.”
Y/N scoffs and opens her mouth to disagree, but her words went unheard as Angelina squealed in excitement, “oh my god yes! Y/N you so should.”
Y/N shakes her head before sipping on her wine, enjoying the sweet taste on her lips. “Guys, I don’t think I’m ready to start dating, I definitely don’t think I’m ready for another relationship.”
“But that’s why tinder is so great, you don’t have to go on any dates if you don’t want to. You can just chat to some cute boys and see what happens.” Alicia replies, picking up Y/N’s phone from the coffee table and holds it out for her to unlock.
Y/N thinks for a moment, eyeing her phone, she doesn’t feel ready to jump into the dating scene still nervous about being let down again but there’s no harm in downloading tinder and seeing her options, right?
Y/N eyes are locked on her phone Alicia’s hand before muttering fine and unlocking it for her. Angelina giggled excitedly, moving closer to Alicia’s side to look at the phone. A few moments later the app was downloaded, and a profile was made. The 3 girls took turns swiping through profiles ogling the eye candy.
The phone was currently in Angelina’s hand while Alicia refilled everyone’s glasses, Y/N had lost count of how many glasses of wine she’s had tonight, her body buzzing from the alcohol. “Man, I forgot how much fun tinder is.” Angelina slurred, her thumb rapidly swiping through profiles.
“Okay Ang, we won’t tell Fred that you said that.” Y/N chuckles, Angelina just rolls her eyes.
“Oh, come off it.”
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The next morning the 3 very hungover girls who had passed out in different spots of Y/N’s living room, somehow manage to drag themselves to brunch with Lee, Fred and George.
“Hello ladies, big night?” Fred winks then plants a sloppy kiss on Angelina’s cheek who mumbles a response that sound vaguely like a yes.
The 6 of them were sitting at a table outside, soaking up the sunshine and warm weather. Once their food is delivered the group is chatting aimlessly with one another. Y/N hears her phone ping from her bag, and she fishes it out to check the notification.
“Ohh, Y/N is it a tinder message?” Alicia says excitedly trying to peer over her shoulder.
“Tinder?” It’s George’s voice now. Y/N glances up at him from across the table, unable to read his expression, “since when does Y/N have tinder?”
“Since last night, the girls convinced me to download it. Kinda seems like time to start getting out there again.” Y/N replies shoving her phone back into her bag before one of her friends has the chance to snatch it from her even though the text was just from her mother.
“Maybe you should download tinder Georgie. ‘Bout time you got yourself a girlfriend.” Lee mumbles, his mouth full of food.
George shakes his head, looking down at his plate, “tinder isn’t for me. Besides your one to talk Lee, you’re single too.”
“Not anymore, I want to marry this eggs benedict.” Lee practically moans as he shovels another bite into his mouth.
Y/N laughs along with everyone, shaking her head slightly.
“I think you should George, I’d bet money that your dream girl is on there.” Fred smirks at George whose eyes widen at the comment and his cheeks heat up.
“Can we change the subject,” the redhead mutters scratching his neck, not meeting anyone’s gazes.
The conversation quickly moves on and Y/N finds herself still staring at George confused by his strange behaviour, also noticing the way her chest feels heavy at the mention of George’s ‘dream girl’. She pushes the feeling down and tears her eyes away from the redhead in front of her just before he glances up at her. The pair oblivious to the others intense gaze.
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That night Y/N is snuggled up under her favourite fluffy blanket, on the couch, while some random romantic comedy is playing in the background.
Y/N has soon come to realise that tinder is addictive, she’s spent the better part of the last hour swiping through the many profiles. It doesn’t feel like she even has control of her fingers at this point, they apparently have a mind of their own.
Y/N starts to zone out, her finger automatically swiping for her. That is, until she stumbles across a particular profile and her finger freezes and her eyes bulge out of her head. Is that? George?
Y/N looks through his profile, there’s a picture that she had taken of him at the beach one summer, he’s lying on a towel, shirtless and the cheekiest grin plastered across his face. The next photo is of him and Ron from Harry’s surprise birthday Ginny threw last year. They are both looking smart in their suits, beaming brightly at the camera. Y/N can’t help but stare at George’s hand that’s wrapped tightly around a beer bottle, her mouth going dry as she zooms in on his veiny hand. There is also a photo of George from last Halloween where he had dressed as a pirate, Y/N chuckles, remembering how George had followed her around for most of the night, annoying her with his lame and corny pirate jokes. The last photo is her favourite out of them all. It’s of her and George at her recent birthday, he has his arm wrapped around her shoulder and his head resting against hers. The pair of them smiling widely at the camera.
Y/N bites her lip trying to decide if she should swipe left or right. She’s always had a soft spot for George long before she started dating Matthew. She knew deep down she harboured a tiny crush on her friend but never acted on it, scared she’ll ruin their friendship if she confessed her feelings. Y/N always fantasised about what it would be like to date George Weasley. She would happily bet her life savings that George would be the perfect boyfriend, would treat his girlfriend with respect and shower them with love and affection. It’s the type of relationship Y/N yearned for, the type of relationship she thought she had with Matthew.
Y/N stared down at the phone in her hand, contemplating her next move. The temptation to swipe right was huge, finally being able to find out if George liked her but there was the possibility that if she does swipe right she’ll find out that George does not like her in that way and she doesn’t know if she could physically take that knowledge right now. Part of her debates on swiping left, thinking that way she can live her life blissfully unaware to whether or not George likes her. The idea of being unsure of his feelings seems very appealing then definitely knowing he sees her just as a friend. A small voice in her head tells her to just delete the app and pretend this never happened.
Y/N groans at her overthinking.
Just choose Y/N.
“Fuck it,” Y/N mutters squeezing her eyes shut before swiping right.
She keeps her eyes closed for a few minutes, trying not to picture the upsetting scenario where they do not match, and Y/N has to deal with her unrequited feelings towards the boy. She takes a deep breath and slowly opens her eyes trying to focus back on the phone in her shaky hand. It takes a moment to process the words on the screen before Y/N is jumping up from the couch squealing.
It’s a match!
Her happy dance is interrupted when her phone dings, indicating a new message. Y/N swears her heart stops beating and she scrambles onto the couch to grab her phone.
George: Do my eyes deceive me or have I captured the attention of the lovely Y/N?
Y/N snorts at his message, butterflies erupting inside her stomach unable to get over the fact that George Weasley likes her.
Y/N: Consider yourself lucky Georgie, not many are worthy enough of my attention ;)
Y/N: But wait, I thought you didn’t have tinder? You said tinder wasn’t for you
George: I didn’t… well up until 1 hour ago. Fred convinced me to download it so I could try and find your profile. He said I should at least try and confess my feelings…
Y/N: And? What are your feelings?
George: that I am hopelessly in love with you. Have been since forever but I’ve been too chicken to admit it.
George: I was going to tell you I swear, but then you started dating that tosser Matthew and I lost my chance.
George: After you two broke up, Fred bugged me to say something to you but I knew it wasn’t the right time.
Y/N studies the messages. Long before Matthew was even a thought in her mind, she knew she would leap at the opportunity to date George. But that was before she had her heart shattered into a million of tiny pieces. She told Alicia and Angelina that she wasn’t ready to date, she didn’t think her heart could take it. And if this was any other guy, she would gently let them down. But this wasn’t just any guy, this was George Weasley. The man who never failed to make her smile and laugh till tears was streaming down her face. The man who help pick up the shards of her heart and help mend it back together. The man who would always answer her phone call, no matter the time of night. Y/N knew she’d be stupid to let go of George Weasley.
~ ~ ~
George was a wreck; he was pacing around his living room basically pulling out his hair with how much he’s run his fingers through it. It had been 30 minutes since he messaged Y/N and admitted his feelings, telling her he loves her. And she hasn’t replied!
George knew he shouldn’t have said anything, clearly Y/N was just curious about his profile, just wanting to see if they’d match and she definitely does not love him back let alone like him.
He wanted to throttle Fred for convincing him to make this stupid tinder account and embarrassing him like this, now George has gone and fucked up his friendship with Y/N.
George stops pacing when he hears knocking from his front door. His eyebrows knit in confusion about who would be visiting him at this hour. George chooses to ignore it, deciding he doesn’t want to see anyone right now, all he wants to do is open some vodka and drown his sorrows. He makes it into the kitchen when the knocking starts back up again, this time louder and faster.
“Okay I’m coming!” George shouts annoyed, “Jesus, I swear this better be import-” his words disappear as soon as he opens the door and is faced with Y/N.
“What are you doing here?” Georges words come out short and brunt, but Y/N doesn’t seem to notice.
She is fiddling with her fingers and anxiously chewing on her bottom lip. “I figured this wasn’t really a conversation I wanted to have over tinder.”
Y/N is silent, the words getting stuck halfway up her throat, she doesn’t really trust her voice to be steady enough to talk. So, she decides on another route of communicating her feelings to George.
Slowly she cups Georges faces in her small hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. George seems frozen still as Y/N softly pulls his face to down towards hers, their lips millimetres from one another. She can feel his shaky breath on her face. It feels like forever before Y/N connects their lips together, George seems to snap out of his trance as his hands wrap tightly around Y/N’s waist, holding her body close. Their lips mould together perfectly and fireworks erupt in Y/N’s belly. She feels alive and her heart is thumping in her chest and all she can think of is George. George is clouding her thoughts and, in this moment, she doesn’t want anything else to ever occupy her brain. Her heart feels warm and whole as if George had kept the final piece of her heart in his possession to keep save until she was ready and willing to give him the whole thing. Y/N doesn’t feel scared anymore of the thought of loving someone again because she knows for certain now that she’s always loved George.
They pull away from the kiss, breathlessly, George rests his forehead against Y/N’s needing to feel close to her still.
A tear slips from Y/N’s eye which George softly kisses away.
“I love you too George. Always”
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DNP Rewatch: Dan and Phil React to #DAPGO Memes!
Date video was published: 09/19/2016 (X)
DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 317
Promotion for Dan and Phil Go Outside, which they had actually announced on Twitter back in August.
0:02 - I love Phil’s reaction to Dan’s “hellooo”
0:11 - Phil is very consistent with his gesture for “trotting” over the years
0:18 - what is that look and Dan’s tone for “the best of times” 🥺
0:28 - Phil still uses “mems”
0:38 - so many of the things they make are also for themselves. I supposed if I could get a professionally-published holiday photo album, I would, lol
0:45 - I forgot they had some specifically come with the tour to take photos
0:57 - that elbowing started soft and then got much more violent
1:00 - Phil’s just laughing and smiling even at the “ow” although Dan looks mildly concerned
1:23 - trying to imagine the brainstorming session that concluded in that
1:33 - even if he is exaggerating a bit that is SO MANY photos
1:41 - Dan ever-fond of Phil’s strange gestures
1:53 - shocked Dan didn’t react to “toilet book” 😂
2:08 - this was a creative way to get audience interaction!
2:25 - it is not still up now though
2:34 - “Dan and Phil do whatever you want” ...some foreshadowing for Interactive Introverts there
2:54 - I imagine that got a lot of funny ones and also many disturbing ones
3:21 - “not going to happen again” there were times when they did! And they will again when preparing for the next tour at least
3:41 - Dan had a grid-background like that for his aesthetic page in TABINOF, lol
3:51 - the Shrek references did not die and I think that was mostly Dan’s fault
3:55 - Phil is embarrassed for himself, haha
4:11 - this one is still too true. I would love to know the count of how many houseplants they have in the forever home
4:15 - “a vision of the future” yep 😂
4:21 - this one made them really laugh!
4:41 - they love the “roasting” ones
4:49 - the editing zoom-in on the abs...
4:56 - that was a loud Phil laugh
5:05 - I have never heard anyone say “trash receptacle” 😂
5:15 - Phil wants to be a werewolf, apparently 👀
5:18 - why does this “translucent” vs. “transparent” conversation feel so domestic
5:26 - in his last video Phil also talked about how he hated baked beans when this reference came up
5:41 - “we’re long beans” 😂
5:47 - they’ve been talking about dogs for so long, I can’t believe they’re not going to get one at some point
5:59 - somehow I’m sure this is a Vegas-video reference but they can ignore that not with they second TATINOF-trip lol
6:05 - spoilers! Phil said that so quickly; he just had to get it out
6:10 - more enjoyment of their audience roasting them
6:14 - only reaction is screaming
6:20 - Dan still disturbed by that video with Tyler
6:23 - Phil’s air-quotes!
6:29 - oh, he tweeted about this when it happened back in 2013!
6:51 - this is their own fault for talking about that so much in the Australia videos
7:01 - ahahahaha, too true indeed
7:18 - Phil catches a glimpse of the suitcase and immediately has an idea; Dan sees what he’s looking at and looks scared but I love his quiet “go on then”
7:23 - Dan got one word out before not being able to help smiling
7:36 - square-hair regret, specifically
7:49 - Phil suddenly realizing what he just implied
7:58 - the internet thought their TATINOF bodyguard looked like Drake
8:07 - I should have started a counter for how many times they do the Attack on Titan theme in videos
8:20 - intense inspection for nipples there
8:29 - YIKES. that image comes up in a much-later gaming video too
8:36 - Dan why.
8:43 - “that was an experience” ...that’s one word for it
8:56 - so many strange acronyms 😂
9:08 - “and stroke” ...great
9:38 - this is when YouTube switched over to the “bubbles”...I love that he’s just labeled Dan’s as “DAN!” for this one
This might be my least favorite joint main channel video? Now I remember that it still has some cute funny bits, but it’s not one I ever rewatch regularly, which is rare for a joint video.
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aithusia
hi bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars it's been a while. i said i would do this episode last week but i had to wait for the destiny and chicken podcast to come out so here we are. basically, all of my thoughts while watching aithusia.
ugh the opening scene. i actually love it
ok ngl i remember that this guy is the bad guy but he's like 🥵🥵🥵 jeez
ik it's not just on tiktok but that tiktok where it goes 'but momma i'm in love with a criminal'
wow nice key bud
ok him running in the forest is just like you cannot outrun your demons and i thought that was so funny
smh he's so violent but he's so pretty :,)
ok but how old is this guy?? he say it's taken 20 years of his life. why 20? is that because that's when the 'last' dragon died out?? and at what age was he socially concious enough to recognize the implication of what it means to have a dragon? his is so dumb but probably like 15? so this guy is 35ish? idk man thoughts?
ok if he just feel off the cliff instead of being able to pull himself up we would've saved ourselves a lot of trouble i'm just saying druids.
ok this is so pretty. my thoughts are like 25% me singing show tunes, 25% thinking of actual merlin things, 50% thinking about how pretty everything is
merlin is such a light sleeper. idk why that's important but he wakes up ALL the time
✨gaius is the worst ✨
ok colin's eye looked so good in this scene
aLASFLJDFA MERLIN AND HIS SOCKS
stop i literally dress like this
i love his sleep clothes. it's such a vibe
aw merlin saying 'save the dragons is so cute' omg it reminds me of the vsco girls and saving the turtles HAHA
i love how equal merlin and kilgharrah feel here
asjflsjdasjdfl like ik this is the point but i love that merlin's inherited his father gift and he's always going to remember him. not that merlin would forget his father but idek
aw kilgharrah is like 'i beg you' ok now that i think abt it maybe it's slightly manipulative but it's also really not
ok actually i don't know how many time merlin uses this scene but i guess i'm keeping track now. but look how pretty
wow the rising sun 🤪
OH HAHA THIS IS WHERE MERLIN CARTWHEELS??
literally merlin just breaks in everywhere
merlin seems so earnest about wanting to see the dragons. i want to see the dragons too please
omg HAHA the woodworm is this episode??
WHY IS MERLIN STILL SEARCHING AFTER ARTHUR TURNS AROUND WHAT?
this is a side note but i love arthur's key holder thingy it's actually pretty.
stop right now why is merlin using his magic to PANTS arthur
ok i'm pretty sure that agravaine is only in this episode this one time, and yk it's the little victories
i'm actually embarassed for arthur and merlin here. i don't like it at all
HOW DOES MERLIN DO THE HANDSTAND?? that's the one part i like
ok my question is how is he supposed to know where the last piece of the triskeleton is??
SECOND QUESTION WHY IS HE JUST STANDING IN THE VAULT WHEN HE SHOULD BE RUNNING
lasflkajsdljsad omg the betrayal. ouch my heart
these scene are just like. it's actually art
ok how did merlin stay there all night and no one saw him?? literally camelot guards need to step up
omg no not merlin zooming
sklfja;lsdkjfasdlfs amerlin and the cup
i love how long merlin and arthur look at each other before arthur reacts
lsjfa;lksdsl woodworm omg and the fact that arthur believes that merlin is this chaotic is so funny
HAHA THIS SCENE GAIUS LITERALLY YELLING AT MERLIN
i think this is the funniest thing because gaius is like 'don't people about your magic' while YELLING ABOUT MERLIN'S MAGIC
ok that's a good point gaius we don't know what borden's intentions are
alsdjfalsd stop why didn't they wait for merlin :,(. this reminds me of when you're in highschool and you're finishing lunch and as you pack up everyone is leaving you??????
ok but i love that merlin rides in front with arthur. like- of course he does
merlin being observant 😍😍
i want to go horse riding now
STOP I DON'T LIKE THIS
THIS KNIGHT/DINNER GAG IS NOT FUNNY TO ME. NOT IN THE SLIGHTLEST. THERE'S THIS FIC by @a-small-batch-of-dragons. i literally spent like 10 minutes looking for it because i had to include it here
this scene just.. i don't like it. i never have and i never will
like- who decided that putting this scene in here would be good. no thanks
the knights sleeping in a circle and merlin sleeping on the outside. idk bro that made me a little sad
but also. i want a cloak please. i think i'm just going to say i want a cloak every episode
ok i chuckled at the interaction of 'ever herd of the word sorry?' and 'no is it a word you made up?'
dude don't ask why but i love it when people walk through waterfalls
i don't know why arthur looked so stupid when he was doing it though
i love the nature of it all
yes merlin, you start walking toward the castle first
aw i love the knights working together. like, i know they work together- they're knights, but we love to see it
merlin and his sharp eyes again :,))
why are they making camp it's literally not even dark yet 😭😭
oh great another dinner gag. please stop. i dislike this immensely
wow i love that merlin can heal them. i also think it's surprising because merlin sucks at healing things but yk.. ✨plot✨
this looks like the type of building teens would either be convinced is haunted and try to stay the night there or the type of building that all teens would go to to take pics for the #gram
ok is borden dead here or..
yes i'm putting both of these picture here. who's going to stop me
just kidding it's three
ok so not dead
ok this is not meant to be creepy but colin has nice hands
borden is a creep please go away now
merlin use your ✨magic ✨ please
YES. tell him you're the last dragonlord. i stan. YES HIM AND HIS MAGIC
you better run boy
ok how he manages to get out of the castle is astounding
HAHA there was some CGI that fell and i laughed so hard because it looked so fake
LITERALLY. THE PRETTY CASTLE SCENE IS HERE AGAIN. PRETTY CASTLE SCENE COUNTER; 3
omg merlin getting excited about the egg is actually so precious
both of their faces here are SO precious.
oasfasldfjasl idk why but whenever merlin walks across with the eggs i have this feeling he's going to faceplant and drop it for the comedic effect but i'm glad that never happens
bruh 'back where it belongs' like yes that makes sense but also that doesn't make sense
dude
it's been a full moon for like 4 days now..??????
omg i actually love aithusa
tbh, i DO NOT know how to pronounce her name
why is she actually the cutest thing ever.
AW MERLIN CRYING
i love it when merlin cries, but not in a sadistic way yk? it's more the fact that he's allowed to cry
ok i have a few dragon fics that i love but the only one i can think of right now is Returning the Favor by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle it's actually perfect
there are so many more that i love but i can't think of them but also- PLEASE REC YOUR FAVE DRAGON FAMILY DOMESTIC FICS PLEASE AND THANK YOU
anyways. i'll be back tomorrow to rant more about the darkest hr pt 2 so i'll see you then! also let me know if you want me to stop tagging you @lady-ofmagic-andstars because otherwise i will literally tag you in everything :,)
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Aesthetic | PJM
BTS Imagine
You stare through the lens as you watch your boyfriend walk away from you ever so slowly, his face angled subtly towards you. It almost looks like you both are at the beach, but the pool in front of you and the resort behind tells you otherwise. Your tongue sticks out of your mouth as you concentrate on taking the picture, but you chuckle remembering the last one you’d taken. Like then, you switch to video, deciding that you would screenshot the most aesthetic part of it later.
Your boyfriend smiles slightly, and you know it’s because he thinks he has a million stunning pictures of himself since you’ve been focusing your camera at him for the last half an hour, but only you know that it’s not true.
“Uh, are you done?” Jimin mumbles through gritted teeth, his eyes widening ever so lightly with the question and you stifle a laugh at the gesture.
“Yeah.” You say, and immediately Jimin turns around and plucks the phone from your hand. As he scrolls through the few videos you’ve taken, his excited face slips and he glares at you when he sees you laughing.
“Babe, this was supposed to be an Instagram worthy, aesthetic picture showing off all the majestic blues in this place.” Jimin sighs as he watches the video you’ve taken on loop.
“Excuse me? What part of this is making you sigh huh? Look at those hips, mmm. So sexy.” You hum as you zoom into the video, and look up to see Jimin flushing a deep red.
“Ahem.” Jimin clears his throat and you can see the hint of a smirk settling in. Before that could happen you swipe up on your screen. “But that face though, not really giving off the sexy vibe.” You tut and bite your lip to keep from laughing. When you turn to Jimin, you’re not surprised with him looking at you in disbelief.
“Really?” Jimin turns to you as you unknowingly walk backward when he advances. When your back touches the stone wall behind, the distance between you both is negligible. His hand envelopes yours on the phone, as he brings your arms higher until it’s pinned next to your face.
When his other hand wraps around your waist, he leans in to kiss you. Your grip on the phone slips and it’s only Jimin’s hand around yours that keeps it secured. He pulls apart after a long while and it takes you a moment to open your eyes and when you do, you find him looking at you.
Jimin takes your phone from your hands and shows you the screen proudly. A video of the both of you kissing from seconds before, plays and you blush. “The next time you tell me I’m not sexy, you can watch this.” He grins.
His eyes light up as he looks at you with a glint in his eyes.
“Or, you could come to me and I’ll prove it to you over and over.”
“Um, just don’t break the trance guys, I’m not done with this.” Jin calls as he carefully sips the champagne from the glass while trying not to move it. He tips it backward to empty it but his attempt fails when the glass drops into the pool and sinks to the bottom. “Oh god, I thought the pass-through-ghost phase had ended but clearly not. At least this one didn’t break.”
A/N: For those of you who’re confused, Jin is the harmless funny ghost that lives in your shared house with any BTS member. It’s random I know, but I like it. He makes an appearance in all the imagines I write.
Gifs credits: 951013_SAM on twitter; Wattpad account on Pinterest
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Subscribe! - Say ‘Yes’ to Me
Pairing: Doyoung x Reader (fem)
Genre: AU, romance, comedy, fluff
Word count: 3706
Summary: A YouTube inspired drabble series where you and your boyfriend upload videos catering to the couple tag.
Author’s Note: Whoops! :p Had too much fun with this one. - D
For other members, see masterlist.
The video opened with Doyoung holding the camera as he checked himself out in the bathroom mirror. He stood there and messed with his hair for what seemed like forever, but was actually only a few seconds, until he was satisfied with the placements of the strands. He proceeded to smile into the lens, changing the angle of his head until he found the exact spot where he thought the right side of his face presented to be the most flattering. It was pointless since he looked good at every angle no matter which way he was facing.
"Hello, everyone," he greeted the audience. "The day has finally come for Y/N’s punishment, mwah ha ha." He added a maniacal laugh at the end as if he were some sort of super villain. "If you remember last week's video, Y/N lost the game and I asked you all to come up with a penalty for her. The highest voted comment was a challenge where she has to say 'yes' to me for 24 hours, which is perfect since she already has a hard time doing what I say in the first place. I know that's why you chose it. You all even added that if she doesn't comply with my wishes, then she gets an additional penalty at the end. You all want to see her suffer and that's truly messed up!" He laughed and then switched the camera to his other hand. "Y/N is still in bed, so let's go wake her up so we can start this challenge."
Doyoung walked to the bathroom door, opened it, and walked through it to reveal you snoozing comfortably in your shared bed. He walked over to the side of the bed and held the camera to your unsuspecting face. He patted you on the shoulder but you didn't budge so he tried it again. You stirred a little and mumbled something, but you still didn't open your eyes. He called your name and tapped you on your face before you finally opened your eyes to give your boyfriend your grouchiest of morning death glares, eliciting a breathy laugh from him behind the camera.
"What the *bleep* are you doing?" you asked him in your grogginess. It was easy to tell that you were not a morning person.
"Good morning, my love," he said, too cheerful for your current state of mind. "Do you remember what today is?"
You blinked slowly as you stared at your boyfriend with a blank expression. "Saturday?"
"Besides that."
You looked up at the ceiling as you tried to remember exactly what day it was. "June--"
"It's punishment day, Y/N," he said, cutting you off to quickly get to the point. Knowing you, you were going to try and go around the subject as long as you could.
"Ugh," you groaned and covered your face with the comforter.
"You have to do everything I ask you for the whole day."
"No," you said in defiance from beneath the cover.
"Luckily for you we haven't started yet." He pulled the cover away from your face then held the camera up so he appeared in the frame next to you. "My first order is for you to give me a kiss. Will you give me a kiss?"
You side eyed your boyfriend, suspicious of how easy of a request that was. Surely he wasn't going to be that nice for the whole day. You reluctantly agreed to kiss him and sat up on your forearms to kiss him on his lips.
"Thank you. Now," he lifted himself away from you to stand up straight again, "will you go make me breakfast?" See. You knew it wasn't going to stay easy.
"But you're the one that always makes breakfast. I don't think my cooking will be up to your standards," you explained to him with faux concern as you tried to talk your way out of doing it. "You should make it yourself."
Doyoung clicked his tongue behind his teeth. "Tch. Look at this woman. If you don't do what I ask, then you'll get a penalty added on at the end."
Your face twisted in disbelief. "But this is already a penalty! A punishment!"
Doyoung laughed at your comical facial expression. "Yeah, so don't make this worse for yourself."
"What's the penalty for not listening?"
"Nope. Not telling you."
"I'm not getting up until you tell me."
"The longer you lay there the more time will be added on to your penalty."
You groaned and flopped your upper body back down onto the bed. "Uuuuuugh, fine! You're annoying me! Yes, I'll make you breakfast. Now go away so I can brush my teeth in peace."
The scene changed to you standing in front of your kitchen counter that had an assortment of different ingredients set out on top of it. Doyoung had already set everything up for you to cook for him whether you obeyed him or not.
"I want you to make me strawberry pancakes. Will you do that without complaining?"
You rolled your eyes but smiled at his sass anyway. "Yes, I will. However…”
“Yes?”
“If I’m going to play this game, I will need you to start adding ‘please’ after every request.”
“Fine. I can do that.”
“Great.” You began putting the dry ingredients into one of the bowls, appreciative that he printed out the directions for you because you sure as hell didn't remember how to make pancakes from scratch. After whisking all of that together, it was time to do the same with the wet ingredients. But you didn't see a point in doing it in a separate bowl when you were just going to mix it all together anyway, so you decided to just put everything into the bowl with the dry stuff.
"Ah--" Doyoung suddenly interjected as soon as you put the liquid vanilla extract into the dry mixture.
"What?" you asked him even though you already knew exactly what he was going to say.
He brought the camera to look at the vanilla in the bowl then back out to look at the directions he printed out. "This didn't say to put that in there yet," he said then put the camera back onto you.
"I'm supposed to be listening to you, not a piece of paper," you sassed him then picked up the egg to break it.
Doyoung scoffed and began to roll his eyes until he saw what you were about to do with the egg. "Y/N, stop!"
"Why!"
"At least beat the egg before you put it in there."
"It's all going to be mixed anyway."
"Yeah, but it'll mix better if you--"
You lifted the egg then hit it on the side of the bowl.
"Don't you dare."
You brought your other hand up to break the egg open over the bowl.
"Y/N, I swear."
"My dearest Doyoung. I am making your breakfast like you asked of me," you said with a saccharine tone of voice. "So please back tf up off me."
Your boyfriend's lips rolled inward in annoyance even as he tried to suppress his smile. You loved giving him a hard time because the faces he made whenever you got on his nerves were so gosh darn cute. "And you're supposed to be doing what I say. I want you to mix the ingredients the correct way. Will you mix them like the directions say, please?"
You tilted your head to the side and smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I…won't!"
"No! Please no!”
You cracked open the egg and Doyoung zoomed the camera into the bowl as the yolk plopped unceremoniously on top of the other ingredients. He then sighed heavily and put the camera back onto you as you measured out the amount of milk you were going to put in next.
"That's ten seconds added onto your penalty," he reprimanded.
"Worth it." You winked at him and put the rest of the wet ingredients into the bowl and mixed everything together.
The next couple of clips were sped up as you went through the rest of the process of making the pancakes while Doyoung fussed at you for one reason or another. The video went back to regular speed as you put the last hot pancake onto a plate and drizzled strawberry syrup on top of the whole stack. You then served it to your boyfriend who was now waiting patiently for his breakfast at the table. He handed the camera to you and you focused it on him meticulously cutting into the pancakes with a fork and knife. He tasted his first piece and carefully chewed it as if he were a judge on a cooking show about to make his evaluation.
“You didn’t follow the directions word for word, but you still did a great job.”
“Duh. Because I’m awesome,” you said and Doyoung put another piece onto his fork and held it up for you to taste. You ate it and immediately hummed in satisfaction, quite proud of how delicious the food you made turned out to be. “Oh my gosh, I’m amazing.”
“Yes. You have pleased me,” your boyfriend said exaggeratedly proper. “You may go about your scheduled activities for the day until I am in need of your assistance again.”
You chuckled at the funny way he was speaking. “Yes, sir.” You leaned over to kiss him goodbye. Now your lips were covered in strawberry syrup.
The clip changed to early afternoon with Doyoung adjusting the camera on it’s mini tripod in front of the couch he was sitting on. He once again fiddled with the hair in front of his face like it actually did something before leaning back comfortably onto the couch.
“Y/N!” he called out to you requesting your presence.
“What!” your faint voice yelled back from the other side of the house.
“I desire cuddles!”
Skeptical of his intentions once again, you hesitated in responding. “That's it?”
“Will you come sit with me on the couch?” he asked you in the format related to the challenge.
“Will you come sit with me on the couch, what?”
He scoffed. “Will you come sit with me on the couch, please.”
You weighed out your options. So far he hadn’t asked you anything too physically demanding, and on any other day you’d use any excuse to snuggle up to your boyfriend. But today there was definitely going to be a twist added onto Doyoung’s so called ‘cuddles’. You reluctantly walked into the living room and Doyoung held his arms open wide upon your arrival. You sat down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you in a hug so tight you could barely move around. You knew he was up to something.
“How long are we going to stay like this?” you asked with your head against his shoulder.
“Until I’m ready to let go,” he said, then laid down on the couch so both of you were on your sides. “Are you comfortable?”
He knew damn well you weren’t comfortable. “No,” you answered him.
"That's time added on to your penalty." That sneaky fox!
“That doesn't count!" you protested.
“You're supposed to say yes to everything, remember?" you couldn’t see his face, but the camera caught the sly grin that spread across his lips.
"You set me up!"
“Hush, Y/N. Enjoy our time together.”
Wanting to get back at him, you maneuvered your arms the best you could to tickle his sides. He jerked in surprise and almost let go of you, but he held strong and somehow squeezed you even tighter.
“Don’t touch me. You’re not allowed to do that,” he said through clenched teeth as he squirmed around you.
“You can’t hold me like this and expect me not to touch you,” you said then wrapped your legs around his, binding him in place.
“Stop! Let me go,” he said in weak protest knowing his plan had backfired.
“I’ll let you go when you let me go.”
“You’re supposed to be listening to me!” he whined and you couldn't help but laugh at his dismay.
“You’re the one that wanted to cuddle.”
Doyoung released his hold around you in an attempt to push you away from him, but you had latched onto him like a baby koala and you didn’t plan on letting go any time soon. While he was trying to wrestle you off of him, the two of you ended up tumbling off of the couch, and the camera shook on its tripod when your bodies thudded to the floor. As the two of you laughed, Doyoung rolled over so you were on top of him while you continued to hold him tightly.
“Ten more seconds added. The length of your punishment is steadily increasing,” he said after catching his breath. The words appeared on the screen for your viewers since the two of you were no longer in the frame nor were you in a good range for the camera's microphone.
You smiled brightly at your boyfriend then kissed him before moving to snuggle your face into his chest. Once again you didn’t care how long your punishment ended up as long as you got to tease him and push his buttons. You didn't know how long the two of you were on the floor as you continued to give him a taste of his own medicine in the form of an overenthusiastic, loving embrace.
In the next scene, Doyoung brought you outside sometime in the evening and instructed you to wash his car. You look at him appalled and he simply handed you a bucket of soapy water and a big sponge before walking over and sitting down in the lawn chair he had set up prior in the garage. You grumbled to yourself about getting back at him then begrudgingly dunked the sponge into the bucket. At least he had said please this time without you asking. The video fast-forwarded through you soaping down his car and went back to normal speed when you picked up the water hose to rinse it off.
“You’re rinsing it off already?” Doyoung had been fiddling around on his phone the whole time and hadn’t realized how far you’d gotten in the cleaning and became skeptical of whether you half-assed it or not.
“Yes, my darling,” you answered him sarcastically as you began hosing the soap off of the car.
He got up from his seat and brought the camera over to inspect your car washing skills. You saw him walking behind you trying to find any spot that you might have missed and decided to splash him with the water on his ankles.
“Hey!” he skipped back and yelped in surprise.
“Hi,” you said with a cheeky grin and pointed the hose directly at him. “Go back to your chair and let me finish this in peace while I’m still deciding to listen to you,” you playfully threatened him.
“You won’t spray me while I’m holding the camera,” he taunted back at you.
“I have great aim.” You twisted the dial on the hose to the jet stream setting and readied your finger on the trigger as a warning. “Besides, we can buy a new one.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh sweetie, you know I will.”
There was a short moment of silence between you and your boyfriend before he turned around and quickly ran back to his seat in the garage. You smiled triumphantly and turned back to finish rinsing off the car. But you had forgotten to change the setting on the hose back to the shower stream, so when you sprayed the car at close range a lot of the water came splashing back onto you. You shrieked in surprise and took a step back but ended up slipping and falling into the wet grass of your lawn.
Although he was laughing at your expense, Doyoung still jumped up from his seat and ran over to you to see if you were okay. He laughed even harder when he saw that you were fine, but one side of your body was now covered in soap and mud.
“That’s what you get for being mean to me,” he said as he helped pull you up from the ground. He then used the clean side of your shirt to wipe the mud off of his hand.
“This is all your fault!”
“You’re the one that lost the game.”
“Man, I really like this shirt, too--” Suddenly, an idea to save your t-shirt from staining popped into your head. You bent over and grabbed the hose off the ground, made sure to change the setting back to the shower stream, then you used it to wash off all of the mud on your body.
“Oh, that’s pretty smart,” Doyoung commended your resourcefulness until he realized that you were purposely wetting your shirt and making it damn near see through as it clung tantalizingly to every curve of your torso. “Wait, Y/N. Ring that out so we don’t get demonetized.”
Your brows furrowed in confusion before you looked down at your wet shirt and realized what he was talking about. “This is going to get us demonetized?” you asked incredulously. You were still fully clothed. Just wet.
Doyoung nodded and moved the camera up and down to simulate it. And that was when you took notice of the way your boyfriend was staring at you and realized what was actually going on inside his head.
You put on a knowing smirk and placed a hand on your hip. “Are you just saying that because you don’t want the internet to see me looking so irresistibly sexy?”
Doyoung was silent as he shook his head and the camera from side to side.
“Are you also saying that because you don’t want our neighbors to see me like this either?”
He shook his head and the camera again.
“Are you lying to me right now?”
Caught in his ruse, Doyoung nodded and moved the camera up and down.
“Well, you haven’t even seen ‘sexy’ yet,” you said before hopping up to sit on the hood of his car and pose seductively as you sprayed the water directly onto your chest.
“Y/N, WHAT THE *BLEEP*! GET DOWN!” Your boyfriend sputtered as he spun around with the camera to see if any of your neighbors were outside or looking through their windows. He ran over to the faucet of the watering hose and turned off the water before running back to you and dragging you off the hood of his car and into the garage.
You were laughing your ass off at his reaction and told your viewers that you wished they could see how red his face had gotten but you knew he wasn’t going to show them how annoyed and embarrassed he was. After catching your breath, you tried to hug him to make it up to him but he took a step back to dodge your damp embrace.
“That's ten more seconds added onto your penalty.”
You giggled and whined for him to hug you, but he backed away again. “Doie!”
“Now go inside and take a shower.”
“Yes, sir~” you complied happily, ignoring his absent ‘please’. You were about to go into the house, but you didn’t want to make a mess on the floor. “I can’t go in with these wet clothes,” you told him.
Your boyfriend sighed. “You're right. Let me get you a towel--Y/N STOP!” Doyoung all but screeched when he saw you lifting up your wet t-shirt, ready to yank it off over your head.
The video changed to the next clip of Doyoung barging into your bedroom and announcing that it was time for your punishment. You sat up in the bed and inspected him as he sat on the bed next to you. He didn’t have anything in his hands other than the camera despite being in the kitchen for so long doing who knows what. You figured he was going to make you eat something, but alas, his hands were empty.
“I’m going to kiss you all over your face for a whole minute,” he told you as he sat the camera onto the nightstand and adjusted it so you both were in the frame.
“Why is that a punishment? Was that the best you could come up with?”
“Shush. You’ll see,” he said, then brought his face close to yours as he parted his lips and purposely breathed his rancid breath into your nostrils. It reeked of garlic and onions.
“Ew! Doyoung! What the hell!”
“I said shush!” he silenced you by grabbing the sides of your head and began peppering stinky kisses all over your face.
Your face was scrunched up in disgust, but you endured it by holding your breath for the entire sixty seconds of semi-delightful torture. When it got to the end of the minute, Doyoung ended your ‘punishment’ with an open mouthed kiss to your lips and you were indeed able to taste the offensive vegetables.
“Blegh!” you exclaimed after he let go of your head. “That was awful.”
“That was the point,” he said then pulled you into a one armed hug. “You did pretty okay today and got through it even though you struggled to follow directions.” Aw, he was being so nice saying that you only ‘struggled’ instead of not listening to him completely.
“Don’t worry I’m going to get you back for everything,” you said and kissed him on his cheek.
“Not unless you lose again and I’ll have to make a part two of this video.”
“Yeah right. You winning was a fluke. But I’m gonna getcha. When you least expect it. Don’t mess with team Y/N.”
He rolled his eyes before he addressed the audience. “Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe. And we’ll see you all next week.”
After he said his closing remarks he opened his mouth and huffed his hot breath in your face one last time, and the video cut out with you jerking violently away from him.
- D
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𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔 [𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒌𝒊 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒇𝒆𝒚𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏]
||➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫||
Tags/Warnings: Mention of animal death (bird), death mention, a bit of angst and paranoia.
Summary: Everything seems to go well until your security guard says something he wasn't meant to know about.
Note: Feeling at my lowest but couldn't wait any longer to publish this. Enjoy!
Empty. You felt so empty inside. No matter how much food you consumed, it was never enough. Never enough to make it go away. The tvshow was long forgotten and merely reduced to background noise, something to make you feel less lonely in this black and white house. The clock on the wall kept making noise, reminding you how slow this day has been passing by.
“Thank you, miss.” The security guard that Natasha had sent to “protect” your house was nice enough to chat, and he even ate the food you prepared for him. You chatted for at least twenty minutes, about all kinds of stuff possible. For once after years, your house wasn’t cold anymore, instead, a cosy warm sensation had replaced it.
“It’s no problem.” You kindly smiled at him, placing the coffee mug on the table. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember asking for your name.”
“Jackson Sullivan. I’m a newbie on this job, it’s my first time actually.” Jackson replied while drinking from his own mug.
“And they sent you to deal with the crazy widow? I feel sorry for you.” You chuckled and arched your eyebrows slightly.
“You’re not a crazy widow, miss (L/N), you don’t have the at least ten cats nor do you live in the middle of the mountains.” He added a cheeky comment at the end, which wasn’t probably that funny, but the caffeine made you laugh like Jackson had just told you the funniest joke in the world.
“I hope I didn’t bother your day with sending you here, it’s probably so unnecessary since there’s no actual threat.” You began to clean breakfast’s dishes. You watched as the water made contact with your skin, chilly at first but quickly numbed out. Shaking your head softly, you put those thoughts aside for now and focused on the task. You had to control your zooming out from now on.
“Not at all. You’ve been very welcoming since I’ve arrived.”
Should you ask for his number? Go on a date? No, you’d be too hasty or desperate. You barely know this guy and he just came here to work, maybe later. After all, you didn’t need love right now.
A raucous and screech sound was heard, blocking you from your thoughts. Something had striked against your kitchen’s window, a raven. Jackson, for security measures, had his gun in hand while you two ran outside to see the bird. Even if the sunlight blinded you for a few seconds, it didn’t stop you from running to the house’s backyard and hope to still save the bird.
“It’s just a bird, love.” Loki comforted you. His voice was always so soothing and calm, like a beckon of light in the middle of the night. “It was his fate.”
“His fate was to slam against a window and die?” You frowned, clear tears streaming down your cheeks. Your boyfriend, however, did not share the same compassion as you did, but he carried a tender warmt in his eyes.
“The Universe has its ways.” He simply replied, and took the black raven from your hands, “We’ll give him a proper funeral.”
“Miss (L/N)? Ma’am?” You stared at the grass, then you looked around, even at the window. There was nothing here, not even a single feather, nothing. Did it fly away? Or maybe it was never here at all. You took a deep breath, and from the corner of your eyes you saw Jackson inspecting the grounds and surroundings. “There’s nothing here.”
“You heard it. We heard it. Something slammed against my window.” If you were alone in this precise moment, you’d think you were hearing things again. Your mind playing tricks against you, again. But no, you are not alone, you’re in the company of a security guard named Jackson Sullivan, and you both heard and saw a black raven hit against the glass.
“Maybe it flew away, right? What other explanation is there?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours before you looked away. Something else catched your attention, something in the garden. Ignoring the guard’s callings, your feet moved towards the white flowers blooming.
Narcissus flowers.
“Your favorite plants.”
You turned around and raised an eyebrow at Jackson.
“What did you say?”
“Beg your pardon, miss?” He looked confused, as if those words didn’t leave past his lips right now. Besides everything you two spoke about earlier, you didn’t mention those flowers to him, nor that they were your favorites.
“How did you know they are my favorite?”
Jackson seemed to stop and think for a brief minute, before glancing a charming smirk at you. “Captain Rogers told me about it, he thought I should order those flowers for you.” It’s almost as if he was trying to please you, to be as convincing as he could be.”
“Steve?” You took a step in his direction cautiously, not letting him out of your sight. “It was Natasha that handled your assignment here, not Steve. Why would he tell you that?”
“Hey Nat, how’s it going?”
“I was lucky enough to cross paths with him.”
The conversation wasn't pleasant, but you didn't know what to do about it. Should you ask for another security? Maybe the story he told was true, but you weren't naïve. It had a plothole. Were you, in fact, onto something though? Maybe you were bored, looking for a cheap adventure to occupy your mind.
Your hands slowly caressed the photograph you held, taken five years ago. It showed Loki and you hugging each other, you were smiling and your boyfriend didn't seem to notice the picture being taken at all. His eyes were upon you, in the most sweet gaze you could ever imagine; he preserved that look only for you. Only you could that side of him. The vunerable, loving side.
Loki wasn't the face everybody painted, no, he was your golden boy.
But then it all fell apart. The grief you felt was overtaken with emptiness over time, your mind still didn't accept Loki was dead. How to accept it, if it seemed like yesterday that he was here? The memories were still so alive, so vivid. Like his presence still lingered around. You denied the fact that he was gone, you wanted so desperately for this to be a horrid nightmare.
For you, it looked like the last time you spoke to him was this morning. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Slipped from your grasp just like that. That's how the universe works, you suppose. People fade away as quick as the last time you saw them. One moment they're here, the next they aren't. It always happens to the people that less deserve it, ironic is it not?
Suddenly, your phone ringed.
“Hey (Y/N), just called in to check in on you and also warn you that the security guard I assigned to you called sick early morning, so another one will replace him.”
“What? That’s impossible.”
“Ralph Williams?”
“What do you mean?”
"He's here."
“No, no. Jackson Sullivan.”
You heard her speaking to somebody in the background for a few seconds, before she got back at you.
“What? Why?”
“(Y/N), I’ll need you to play as cool and normal as possible. We’re going to your house right now.”
“Listen to me," Natasha said, her voice tune was worrying the soul out of you, “Jackson Sullivan doesn’t exist.”
“Now, now. It’s not pleasant to talk behind your husband’s back, darling.”
#kinda put my own feelings onto this one sorry for it '^^#saturn gardens fanfic series#marvel loki x reader#loki laufeyson#loki laufeyson x reader#loki odison x reader#mcu loki
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