as you know i said i’d return to writing for ukyt, and i said that with the intent of returning, and a few fics already written. but unfortunately my love for them has gone completely, i think that’s from recent behaviour of a certain person from ukyt and from me just loving new things more.
my fics have been deleted, i have another blog @hyunjinights where i’ll be posting there if you’re into kpop :)
you may have noticed that we've fallen off of reblogging our members' works in the last few weeks. we've been feeling a bit detached from the community lately and have made the decision to shut down our ukyt server.
this blog won't be going anywhere. it won't be updated anymore, but the existing archive of fics will stay here for ease of access!
tumblr is supposed to be a safe space for writers to enjoy their hobbies, it no longer feels like a safe space. so many writers quit or delete their works because of people who think they gain something by outing them.
i think i genuinely need to make a post about this.
what happened was a joke, it was a, oh look he found out hehe, and now it’s not.
it’s disturbed the community that’s been on tumblr for a long while now and people (who have found their safe spaces on this app) now feel uncomfortable and on edge about expression themselves.
to any of the boys who unwelcomingly found their way here and think ‘imagine if it was the other way around’ … let me tell you now it has been. it has been the other way around for donkeys years, with men writing violent r.pe fantasies about their ‘idols’ (case in point, natalie portman). the difference is, these aren’t r.pe fantasies. it’s just girl expressing their feelings for their idols.
i feel anxious and unwilling to post on this blog and have considered removing the posts that i worked so hard on. that is not a joke. it’s not a laughing matter when you remove someone’s joy and motivation for doing a hobby or something that keeps their mind at ease.
thank you to everyone who has been supportive and kind during this night, you have no idea how much you’ve helped me.
i’ll let you in on a little secret, i cried to my dad about it and he just laughed at me, so i am feeling a little bit better now. however, that does not mean i am over what happened tonight.
this community is a safe space for anyone welcome. or at least that’s what it was supposed to be. my blog will continue to be a safe space for anyone and everyone who so wishes.
hi guyss it’s minnie, my old account got hacked unfortunately so i’ve had to make this new one :(( i’m so sorry to all the request that got sent there that i can’t do anymore, feel free to send them back over here and i’ll get them done. hopefully everyone can find their way to this account
mutuals if you can reblog this to help spread the word that would be great :)
My friend @moongirl0305 got hacked/scammed by a user who said that they "accidentally reported the account" and in the end they end up asking for money to reset the reported account.
My friend researched a bit, and she found that this person has done this before, and this is a SCAM
So, this is a warning that DO NOT trust any message like this, and also that if @moongirl0305 sends a message, it will NOT be her, since she got HACKED. If you get a message like that, someone -ANYONE- saying they "accidentally reported you", do NOT fall for it!!!
Please REBLOG to let anyone else know about this!!
UPDATE: SHE HAS A NEW ACCOUNT @i-have-too-many-fandoms
@thisusedtobeafanpage @words-dont-word @thatghostthateatspeople @iamthejam @flowers-jn-her-hair @nailpolishdrinker @spinnenpfote6 @ilikeunicornsactually @erlkonigstochter @vampyreblogger @spineless-lobster @ebenelephant + anybody else who is following/mutuals with her please REBLOG
(sorry for the spam but yall need to know about this)
hi everyone! just coming on here to say i’ve started a new blog where i’ll be writing for stray kids @hyunjinights !!
just as a little update, i still don’t know if i’ll come back to continue writing for the ukyt boys. but i also don’t want to quit incase my love for them does come back one day 🤍
hi everyone. just thought i’d tell you all i’m probably gonna be taking a break from writing for ukyt, i fear i’m falling out of love with them. i don’t know yet if this will be me stopping completely that’s why i’m saying it’s a break for now.
i’ll still be on here reading everything my friends post because they’re all amazing. but as of right now i do not have motivation to even watch their youtube videos anymore let alone write for them. it is unfortunate but there’s nothing i can do.
my inbox and messages are always open if you wanna talk, never hesitate to reach out. lots of love 🤍
Hi cutie, saw that you hadn’t posted in a while. So I just wanted to say that I hope you are doing okay ♥️
We love the writing but take always all the time and space you need for yourself and don’t feel obligated to write or update any fics.
Lots of love ♥️
you have no idea how much this means to me 🥹
i’m not gonna lie, i’m not doing the best right now but i’m getting there. with dealing with personal issues and being employed it’s so hard to balance time to write but i am trying. i will try getting back into writing middle of the week, i’ll do my best.
i just wanted to take time for myself because things aren’t the best right now and it’s quite lonely i can’t lie but i’m doing my best.
thank you so much for this! you’re a sweet soul and i appreciate you very much. lots of love 🤎
summary : where you have to navigate being young and pregnant with the help of alfie
notes : i am not trying to romanticise any of the mental health issues that come along with pregnancy, i just find the pregnancy depiction in fanfiction and books is usually very much smooth-sailing, and i wanted to show that it’s not always like that & there’s no talk of readers parents in this because i know everyone has different situations and not everyone has great parents x
content : established relationship ,, pregnancy ,, angst ,, fluff ,, regret
taglist : @italianclarke @clarkeyscherry @sdmnpact @wherethezoes-at @luvdixon @bambidollstar @willnees @bunbunbl0gs
─────── GOING TO THE doctors and having them confirm the pregnancy was one less weight off of your shoulders. You no longer had to worry about whether or not you were actually pregnant, you no longer had to worry about whether or not the tests were faulty, and you no longer had to worry about being unhealthy. The doctor had cleared everything over, telling you you were in good shape and everything was progressing as it should. The first few months were easy, besides the morning sickness and constant mood swings.
But that was then, and now you were in your second trimester. You now looked pregnant, and most definitely felt it. You swore you’d never had such an appetite before. You were waking up in the middle of the night, sweating from being so warm, and begging Alfie to go and buy you whatever you were craving.
And he did. Now without complaint. At first he was hesitant, asking you if you genuinely needed a microwaveable mac n cheese at two in the morning, but then he saw the tears blossoming in your eyes and he got up, kissing your forehead and then returning within thirty minutes, your requested meal in his hands.
Some days were really good, where the only downside was the back pain, and you would even feel the baby kick when it wanted. The first time that happened, you were on the toilet and you screamed. Alfie came rushing into the bathroom, pure panic written on his face. When you told him you felt the baby kick with watering eyes, he let out the deepest sigh of relief known to man and dropped to his knees before you, putting his hand where you gestured to.
the bad days ༊*·˚
However, with good days, came bad days, and they really seemed to be getting the best of you. Sometimes, you’d just lie in bed for hours on end, only getting up to go to the toilet. Other times, you’d break down in his arms first thing in the morning, stressing over ever little possibility that could happen.
“What if this was a mistake?” You croaked into the darkness of your shared bedroom one night.
You were on one side of the bed, Alfie on the other, giving you the space you needed and wanted. You heard the bedsheets shuffling as he rolled over, barely making out your features through the thin slip of moonlight peaking through the curtains.
“Do you regret keeping it?” He asked.
“… I don’t know.” You sniffled, feeling like a horrible person for even contemplating the possibility of if you hadn’t agreed to keep it.
“C’mere.” He sighed, opening his arms.
You shuffled into them, burying your face into his chest and letting your tears roll down your screwed up face and soak into his skin.
He held you every time without hesitation, cradling you to his chest and not saying anything. Just letting you get it out of your system. He knew these weren’t mood swings anymore. They passed along with the first trimester. These were your genuine emotions shining through and breaking you down.
You would cover your head and face with your arms, as if you were trying to block out the rest of the world and hide within yourself, but he pulled you out each time.
“I don’t wanna die!” You’d wail loudly, and he’d double his strength around you while being wary of the baby.
“You won’t, angel. You’ll be okay. I promise you. It’ll all be okay.” Alfie would reassure you.
Every. Single. Time.
“I feel ugly.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’ve put on so much weight.”
“You’re bringing a life into this world. I don’t care. You’re carrying our baby. Your body is doing mental things right now.”
“What if something bad happens?”
“Then we’ll deal with it, if it happens.”
“Please don’t leave me.”
“Reader, I will never, ever leave you. Not right now, not when our baby’s born, not when our baby’s a snotty little toddler that cries every night because they can’t have cuddles. I will be here every step of the way.”
Alfie had put off a lot of things for you. But he didn’t blame you for them, not one bit. He’d been invited to two brand trips with YoungLA, and had turned them both down. He was fully willing to go, but when he saw your crushed expression when he’d told you, he knew he couldn’t leave you at home on your own.
He’d also had a lot of phone calls with his mum, mainly asking what the fuck he’s supposed to do in certain situations and how to deal with this, that and the other. On the days when your back was killing and you couldn’t be bothered to cook, you two would go and have dinner with his mum.
She was incredibly supportive, always greeting you with a great big smile and a hug. She knew what it was like, after all.
“You ever need a day away from him, you let me know.” She would say at dinner, patting your knee.
Alfie didn’t vlog much during your pregnancy, too afraid that he would start on a good day which would traipse into a bad day. He didn’t want to subject you to any unwanted media attention while you were so vulnerable, so if he did vlog, it was only the parts where he was out on his own (not very much) or where you were actually playing an active roll in the clip and not being some sort of ghost figure in the background, walking around the grotto in one of his shirts.
The good days were the best days. You would prance around the kitchen, blasting music on the Alexa, looking simultaneously cute and sexy in just his shirt and some plain knickers. He would have some tv show that you were rewatching on in the background while you baked whatever you felt like doing.
the gender reveal ༊*·˚
You even baked your own gender reveal cupcakes, but had his mum fill them with the colour icing corresponding to the gender of the baby. The gender reveal was quiet and small, including a handful of your friends from college, a handful of his friends from sixth form, and some of the YouTube guys (Chip, Sabina, Cal, George, Ethan and Faith). You’d always wanted a big, extravagant gender reveal party, but considering the emotional state you’d been in so far, you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of a group of people.
Thankfully the day went smoothly, and you burst into tears at the sight of pink sprinkles on the middle of the vanilla cupcake. He hugged you tightly, lifting you into his arms as you latched your legs around his waist.
night time ༊*·˚
Going to bed had become increasingly more difficult. You would weak up in hot sweats in the middle of the night, your body overheating and overworking to maintain the healthiness of your baby.
Alfie would try to cuddle you in an attempt to provide comfort and a sense of homeliness, but you would always end up pushing him off, hating the feeling of being touched in your warm state. But sometimes all you needed was his embrace. There were times when you would lay on his chest, letting him doodle with his finger along the expanse of your back, having you guess whatever he was drawing. Other times you would lie on your back, trying to relieve your spine of any pressure, and he would rest a hand on your bump, gently caressing it.
He kept the windows open, bought a fan and even changed the bedsheets into thinner ones for you.
If you needed anything in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t hesitate to grab it for you. Whether it was food, a drink or if the fan needed the settings increased. He did it all.
preparing for the baby ༊*·˚
He’d bought all the furniture needed. A crib, a changing station, a new wardrobe and chest of draws, and even a plush rocking chair for you to sit in in the case of late-night feeds. He turned that day into a vlog as you’d walked into the living room with a pep in your step and declared that nothing would ruin your mood.
You’d sat with him whilst he built it all, complaining to the camera about how complicated this all was for no reason. You laughed at him, handing him certain nuts and bolts when he asked for them or the parts of the furniture.
The clothes were all down to you. He took you out, card at the ready while you went through the aisles of the store, getting borderline emotional at the thought of your baby girl in all these dainty little clothes.
“Get her a nike tech. Have her rocking up to the function like one of the mandem.” Alfie suggested jokingly, camera on you as your eyes scanned the articles.
You glared at him over your shoulder, “No, Alfie. She’s gonna be a dainty little princess, not ‘one of the mandem’.”
“Ey, you never know, girl. She might grow up and think ‘fuck the pink, I wanna rock black and grey’.”
“Then she can do that when she’s old enough, but for now— Oh my God, look at these little shoes!” You exclaimed, picking them up.
Alfie gave a deadpanned look to the camera before switching it back to you, filming your awed expression as you held the shoes up, showing the viewers.
The toys you started buying after the baby shower, not wanting to buy doubles of anything. You refused to buy anything that she might accidentally swallow or consume. He once held up a dainty kitchen set with miniature wooden food. You snatched it off of him and put it back.
“It’s literally got a choking hazard sticker on it.” You shook your head, tutting.
“I’ll show you a choking hazard in a minute, girl.” Alfie smirked, grabbing your waist.
You slapped his stomach lightly, “Don’t be dirty in public.”
He moved his streaming set up to the dining room so the office could be the nursery. He let you decorate the room however you wanted, standing around in case you needed help. You adjusted everything so it was perfect, lying a heart shaped rug in the middle of the room and tucked the draws and changing table under the slanted roof. The crib went where Alfie’s desk was previously.
Your good days majorly outweighed the bad, giving you a nice boost in morale. Without Alfie, you really wouldn’t have been able to do it. You would’ve given up and ended up rotting in your bed and not looking after yourself.
mmm mmm mm the reader has recently started dating Will and they go to a fancy event and she sees him wearing a suit for the first time 🫦 and Will is really smug about it over the reader getting flustered
you find him before he finds you - or at least, that’s what you tell yourself.
you’ve only seen will in suits once, maybe twice, both times from main channel videos, half-lit and purposeless but fun.
but this? this is something else entirely, and you don't know how to be normal about the sight that'd blessed your eyes. the lighting in the room is warm and low, all chandeliers, polished glass, and buckets of champagne, but he’s standing in the corner of the room like he belongs there. black suit, no tie, top two buttons undone just enough to be decent, showing off his pearl necklace.
he lifts his glass and sips on the expensive drink slowly, turning to meet your gaze.
he smirks at your staring, and you feel the weight of his look instantly - the blush you knew was adorning your cheeks, the shift in your posture, that flicker you knew all to well, of something low in your stomach. you try to play it cool, to steady your movements - but by the time he starts walking toward you, it’s too late.
he’s grinning before he even opens his mouth. “well,” he says, voice low and casual. “i didn’t quite expect to have this much of an effect tonight, you're practically gawping.”
you blink at him. “you’re very confident, william.”
“’m dressed appropriately for a smart occasion,” he says, smirking.
you give him a once-over, slow and deliberate, because he fucking deserves to know what he’s doing to you.
“oh piss off, that’s not appropriate - you're practically flashing everyone at the venue,” you murmur, cheeks reddening.
he chuckles - actual, smug laughter - and tips his head slightly as he steps in closer. “mmm,” he hums, unbothered. “that flustered look on your face? very cute, and all because i'm dressed a bit fancy?”
“flustered?” you scoff, turning a little too sharply on your heel to be casual. “please, don't flatter yourself.”
he follows, easily falling into step beside you, hand brushing the small of your back in a way that’s far too calculated to be innocent.
your breath catches - he knows.
you narrow your eyes. “you wore that just to show off, didn’t you?”
“i wore it for the occasion,” he says. “the top buttons, however? that was f'you.”
you glance down - and he tries to catch your eye, he knows exactly what he’s doing and you hate how well it’s working.
“i could undo a few more,” he adds, voice dropping lower, “if you’re feeling overwhelmed. distracted, possibly?”
“you’re a dickhead.”
“you can complain about that all you want,” he says, leaning in close, lips brushing your ear, “but don't act like you don't want to drag me into the nearest bathroom right now.”
you finally let yourself smile - warm and helpless. “god, you’re smug.”
you don’t plan on dragging him anywhere. that’s the part that gets you, you genuinely don’t. you’re trying to be normal and like a functioning adult at a fancy event.
but then will leans in again, not even saying anything this time, and lets his fingertips just barely trail along the exposed skin at your waist where your dress dips open.
you shoot him a look and he finishes his champagne, setting the glass down neatly on a table, and offers his hand - as if he hadn't just been winding you up for the last hour.
you take it anyway. he guides you through the crowd like it’s nothing. only you know the subtle pressure of his thumb tracing lazy circles into your skin. only you can feel your pulse hammering in your chest.
the door you find is marked staff only. "not quite the bathroom like promised, but it'll do."
will glances down the hall, presses the handle, and pulls you inside with the same quiet, effortless confidence he’s worn all evening. the door clicks shut behind you.
you turn to face him to say something, but his hands are already at your waist, pulling you in.
“you knew what you were doing,” you whisper, hands sliding up over the smooth lapels of his jacket.
he hums, pressing a slow kiss to your jaw. “so did you, darlin'.”
“don't recall being a windup merchant the whole evening.”
“you wore that dress,” he says, voice warm against your neck. “you knew exactly how tonight was going to-.”
you’re not sure who leans in first - doesn’t matter. you’re kissing him before the sentence finishes, one hand tangled in his mullet, the other fisting in the fabric at his chest.
“is this what you wanted?” you ask, somewhere between annoyed and breathless.
"the fuck do you mean what i wanted? you've been the one acting up all night, don't take that attitude with me, pet."
riled up and unable to back down you retort, "like i said, not my fault you're a show off, will."
will places his large hand on your shoulder, the other remaining on your waist, before promptly backing into a wall, recapturing your lips in a searing kiss as your back collides with the wall.
"i fuckin' told you to stop being all mouthy, n' look at you. can't help yourself," he murmurs, one finger under your chin forcing eye contact,"y' got such a pretty mouth, darling, why not show us instead of being chopsy eh?"
you immediately made work on undoing the flies of his black slacks, then his boxers, watching intently as his cock springs free, slapping lightly against his stomach. you don't waste another minute before swirling your tongue around his tip, then hollowing out your cheeks as he begins to fuck your throat.
he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail as a series of low groans escape his mouth when he feels the tip of his cock reach the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as he rolls his hips against it, begging for more stimulation.
"fuckin' hell pet, god you look good like this, 'm not sure how much longer i can last."
upon hearing will's voice, low and raspy, you sped up your movements, switching between leaving measured licks at the underside of his cock and allowing him to fuck your face, his movements becoming more sporadic as he reaches his peak, cum spilling down your throat, before pulling out of your mouth with a 'pop'.
"god, you're so fuckin' good for me, baby, only fair i return the favour," he says, pulling you up and taking your hand, you both walk over to the sofa that was in the room, before he pushes you down onto it, bunching up your dress to around your hips as he presses his thumb roughly against your clothed core.
you let out a gasp as he hooks his fingers round the material, pulling it down and immediately attacking your cunt with his tongue, relishing your moans as you run your hands through his mullet.
"you're so beautiful like this, doll, all for me, god i'm lucky."
it's almost incredible how he can say the sweetest things while he absolutely destroys you, lips enclosed around your clit, fingers pumping deftly in and out your cunt, bringing you closer to the edge as his digit hit the spot that had you seeing stars. "fuck will, i'm so close."
will then pulled his head from where he was between your legs, swirling his tongue around his fingers before he flips you over, your front pressed against the arm of the sofa, before gently trailing kisses down your back.
"shh s'alright pet, 'm sorry - i've just been thinkin' about you over the side of this fuckin' settee since i've seen it. that all good w'you darling?"
you nod in response, but will tugs at your hair, so he could look at you completely.
"can't hear you sweet thing, or are you just so fucked out already y' can't talk? earlier you couldn't stop mouthin' off, what's with the switch? d'you want to still carry on?" despite the teasing, he scanned your face for a sign of discomfort. when he didn't see any, and you confirmed with a barely coherent "do want this will please", he lined his cock up to your entrance, teasing your clit with his tip, tearing a loud moan from your throat.
will delivers a light slap to the back of your thigh, warning you about the noise, the same hand moving to around your hips as he pushes into you, hard and fast.
"fuckin' hell, y'so tight for me, feel so perfect around me baby."
you push back onto will's cock, his movements combined with yours had you making pornographic sounds as the hand round your hair moved so he could circle his thumb on your throbbing bundle of nerves. you were glad he was strong enough to hold you up, otherwise you'd be gone.
"you look so hot like this, taking me like a good girl. was all this, because i wore a suit with a couple buttons undone? i should do it more often if it gets this reaction."
your pussy fluttered around him, spurring on his impending orgasm, cheeks heating at the praise.
"'m gonna cum," you exclaimed, tits bouncing as he slammed into you brutally, helping you chase your high. you came with a series of moans that escaped, despite you biting the sofa to quiet yourself down.
you could tell will wasn't far behind, his thrusts growing sloppy as you felt hot ropes of cum shoot into your cunt, groaning as you milk him dry.
he pulls out, before lifting his boxers and trousers, getting himself decent before pulling you onto his lap carefully, redressing you as he kissed softly along your jawline.
"c'mon let's get home love, don't think the event could top this."
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