#THE COLLAB IS CLOSE TO ME as soon as tickets open I’m planning on going

[sugarstar-rabbits]

i have never moved to redraw something so fast in my entire life

[marycecilyy]

Hey could you do headcanons for the mcl guys (or if not all of them castiel, armin, and kentin) when their S/O is a famous singer? Thank you❤

Oh god this turned out so longer than I expected huahahushaushu

First of all, these are too long to be headcanons, all three of them have more than 1k words each. Also, I changed a bit the prompt. It's more like "Candy has the dream of becoming a famous singer". The rest you'll see... I'll only say that I'm very proud of this one ;)

Castiel, Armin and Kentin with a Candy that wishes to be a famous singer

Castiel

Castiel wasn’t one to be friendly to new students, but he knew you weren’t like any other when you came to him and asked if Winged Skull was one of his favorite bands too. He was shocked to know that there was another person at Sweet Amoris who enjoyed the same bands as him. Yes, bands (in plural). After he answered that, yes, Winged Skull was his favorite band of all times, you started talking about your common interests and discovered that there were many.

He was a very closed off guy, but somehow you managed to break into his skull in a short time and, in a few months, you turned into best friends.

When Debrah came back and that whole situation happened, your fight with Castiel had a lot of impact over you. In your head, you had just lost your best friend forever. Fortunately. Lysander not only helped you recover from the blow and gave you energy to gather your friends and expose Debrah, but also helped you admit to yourself that, you did have feelings for Castiel.

Once she was unmasked and ran away like a coward, things quickly came back to normal. In less than one week, you had restored your reputation, your friends apologized for misjudging you, Castiel and you were once again friends. The only difference was that you knew that you were in love with him.

You didn’t tell him about your feelings right away, you decided to keep your friendship and focus a bit on your lifelong goal: become a music star. You started learning how to sing properly and doubled the days of your guitar lessons. Castiel even helped you get into the music club (they were full when you got into Sweet Amoris, but he found a way to enroll you).

You knew that your chances of actually becoming famous were pretty low, the market was difficult and depended a lot on having the right contacts. That was why, while you tried putting your name out there, your plan was to get a degree in music as soon as you finished high school. Antheros Academy offered a good education and was close, it was your best option.

As you channeled your energies towards your goal, Castiel started to acknowledge his own sentiment towards you. He liked to watch your focused face as you tuned your guitar and your singing voice earned a sweet accent all of the sudden. He always considered you a special girl, but, to his surprise, feelings were starting to develop inside his closed off chest.

That was why, as soon as he won those concert tickets on a raffle, he knew he’d take you there as your first date. Luckily for him, you accepted right away. Castiel had a feeling that night would be something else.

And it really was, as he kissed you, without even thinking it through, when the vocalist sung what he knew was your favorite tune. When you kissed him back, he wrapped his hands over your waist and lifted you up, feeling your warm lips open up for him.

The months that followed were full of bliss. With you and Castiel officially dating, the school had a lot to talk about. Amber pestered you quite a bunch of times, but that didn’t mess with your relationship at all. Everything was perfect, as it was supposed to be.

But that didn’t last long. Right after you finished high school, your dad had to move to another town because of his job and you had no choice but to go too. You were sure that your relationship would survive the distance, after all, you were in love. This situation would be worked out.

Castiel came to your new house a couple of times and you two called frequently, but in the end distance started to grow between the both of you… and it hurt. Knowing that Castiel was sad made you miserable and you decided to break up before it became unbearable.

You lost your count of how many nights you cried thinking about him.

4 years later.

You were zipping your jeans up when you heard a knock on your dressing room’s door. Who could it be? Your parents had already congratulated you over the phone, there was no one supposed to come that night. Did your manager schedule a press interview for after the show?

You put on your shirt and told whoever was on the other side to wait. When you finally opened the door, your jaw almost fell. You couldn’t believe he was there.

He looked exactly like in the magazines, (a bit less photoshopped, but that was to expect. You went through that as well and it sucked). His hair was shoulder-length and he wore a black shirt that showed off the tattoos up to the middle of his arm. He wore some light makeup, most on his skin, which you deduced his manager made him put on. Castiel looked like you expected him to after all those years, but one thing about him surprised you.

His eyes, although more mature and serious, had the same brightness as before.

"Are ya going to keep staring like that?” He asked and you noticed you had just been looking at him for a solid minute.

“Sorry. Come in.” You said and made space for him to enter the room. For your luck, there was nothing private to be seen, you had the habit of leaving your clothes and personal belongings messy and only cleaning up the second you had to go.

Castiel cleared his throat. An awkward silence hung between you. You hadn’t been alone with each other ever since the breakup. You two were two of the biggest stars of nowadays rock music, but you barely had any opportunity to talk. Not that you haven’t tried, it was the opposite. You avoided contact. Your fans knew you had dated in high school (you used to have pictures on your personal instagrams and fans were quick to dig over old accounts to find information about their idols), so they never expected a feat or any kind of collab. Everyone knew that you weren’t on best terms.

You remembered just a couple of days ago, when you were interviewed for one of those talk shows. The host made a lot of personal questions about Castiel and even asked if you would get back with him if you had the chance. You tried to avoid answering, but the public instantly read your unconscious signs: yes, you would.

That was why, you assumed, he was there. To make things clear. After all, because of you yours and his fans started shipping you two and got you on twitter’s trending topics. He probably was pissed. There was also a possibility of him wanting to take advantage of the situation, maybe propose a fake relationship? No, that wasn’t like him. Or was it? You barely knew him anymore.

“So… you probably guessed why I’m here. I saw your interview” You were right, then. “And I want to make things clear.” Ouch. You should prepare for the blow. “Look, we both know time has passed and we’re not the same as before. You broke up to avoid more suffering, and I get that. I really do.”

Castiel crossed his arms and glared at you. You looked back at him with fear, fear of knowing what his next words would be. “But...?” You asked.

“Tsk.” He huffed. This would be more difficult than he thought. “Look, little girl…” You felt a shiver run through your spine at the sound of the old nickname he gave you. You had always loved it, even though you didn’t say it out loud. After what felt like hours, he continued. “I don’t want to be cheesy, that’s not like me. So I’ll just say that if what all of the fans are theorizing is true.... If you do want to try again....”

Castiel took your hand and you jumped in surprise. He turned your palm to him and grabbed a pen from his back pocket. He wrote down a phone number on your hand and let go of it, capped the pen and turned around to go.

"That's my personal number. It’s pretty useful if you wanna call me without having to schedule an appointment with my manager.” You managed to laugh. You knew exactly how these things were annoying.

Inside, you were bursting with excitement. However, you answered playfully “Hm…. I’ll think about it, mr. Rockstar” Castiel chuckled and excused himself, saying that his manager would get pissed at him if he took too long. You smiled.

Maybe it was not over, after all.

Armin

When you told Armin, very early on your friendship, that your dream was to become a famous singer, he got so excited for you. He already knew that you played the guitar and was good at singing, but he had no idea that you wanted to make this your career path.

You couldn’t have chosen a better partner. Being the tech nerd that Armin was, he helped you a lot in recording your covers with the best quality possible considering the amateur camera and microphone you had.

However, the times that his presence most comforted you was when you showed him your new songs. He was always eager to see your composing progress and gave you pure honesty in his feedback, keeping in mind that he was no expert but still wanted to help you.

You always asked him for a way to return his favors, but he always said that it was his duty as your best friend to support you and that it was more than enough having you to talk about all his geek interests.

As time passed, you started to notice that you liked him way more as a friend. Without an idea of what to do, you asked Rosa and Alexy for advice. They were your closest friends apart from your crush (and you couldn’t run to him in that situation, duh)

After a dozen pro tips and date ideas from them, you decided to take Armin to the movies (basic, you knew, but couldn’t go wrong).

When you asked him if he was available Saturday night, you didn’t say properly “Hey, we’re going on a date”. Actually, you didn’t mention the word “date” at all, hoping that he would read between the lines.

And he did, because as soon as you sat and the film started, Armin grabbed your hand that was resting in the armrest and entwined your fingers. You couldn’t pay attention to what was going on screen at all and your attention was completely drawn from the movie when the boy grabbed your chin and brought your lips to his.

You only stopped kissing when the lights went on and the credits started scrolling.

“Hey…” You asked as soon as you two left the place, holding hands with him. “What was the movie about again?”

Armin laughed out loud. He teased you about it a lot before you made him confess that he didn’t know either.

A few days later, it was him who asked you out. You kept going on dates for the next week, all of them simple but interesting at the same time. However, you two weren’t dating. The whole school knew there was something going on between you two by the chuckles and timid kisses when you thought nobody saw them, but you didn’t make things official… yet. But that was about to change.

It was friday and you invited Armin over to “study” (he was sure that the afternoon would be spent between videogames and kisses, but if you wanted to call it a study session, it was okay for him).

As he comfortably sat on your bed as if it were his own, you told him to wait as you brought him some juice. When you came back, he was already grabbing his nintendo switch from his bag.

“What makes you think that we’re here to game?” You teased, handing him the glass.

“Come on, Candy, we both know that none of us are interested in learning orbital hybridization…”

“Maybe I am. I really need a good grade on those tests.” You approached him and held his jaw up so your foreheads touched. With a trailed voice, you continued. “Unless you have something more interesting to do in mind...”

Armin opened up that playful smile of his. “Oh, I do, actually.” In a quick movement that caught you off guard, he threw you in bed and started pampering you with kisses all over your face. You couldn’t stop laughing from how his hands tickled your belly, but you managed to stop him. “W-Wait, Armin!”

He looked at you, confused. “What?”

As you caught your breath, you explained that there was something you wanted to show him first. You got off the bed and went to grab your guitar that was hung up on the free wall of your bedroom.

“Did you compose a new song?” Armin deducted as you sat in front of him again, this time with your guitar in hands.

“You’ll see.” You tuned your instrument under his curious gaze. When you felt satisfied with the sound, you looked back at him. Armin didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks. “I know you’d never do it, but I have to ask even so: promise you won’t laugh.”

You started playing the first chords of the song you had finished composing just a few days before. Usually, you composed simple songs that anyone could identify with, songs about friendship, inspiration, changing the world. You never wrote about your personal feelings. The notes never made you cry.

This song was special, though, because it was about him.

The day it hit you that you had feelings for him, you had the idea of writing random verses that could one day fit into a new song. After your first date, you felt so overwhelmed that, looking at the words, you decided to turn them into a song. You didn’t think it would turn into something so personal and emotional. Every note, every word, everything was clearly about him, that dorky geek you had fallen in love with.

Falling deeper every time

I can’t help but think, oh my

I’m through, but I don’t mind

Would you trade you 2D girls

For this hopeless lover

That just wants your heart?

I’ll just say that he got the message very clearly and, as soon as you finished playing, he practically jumped on you, kissing your lips with such tenderness that you almost teared up.

Of course, he asked you to be his girlfriend XD

Kentin

The first time he heard about your dream, he was still little Ken. It was one of your first days at Sweet Amoris and you two were eating cookies in the staircase. You were ranting about how sad you were that the music club was already full and you couldn’t join. Ken asked you the reason why you were so upset.

“Well… There weren’t those kind of classes in our old school. Learning how to play an instrument and sing, even during extra classes would be so cool! If I went well, maybe I’d be able to convince my dad to pay me for some private classes and then I’d be one step closer to my dream!”

“Your dream?” Ken muttered.

“Yeah! I want to become a famous singer in the future! I know that it’s impossible and even kinda silly, but-”

“No, Candy! It’s not silly at all!” Ken said. Learning more about you made him happy and he didn’t want you to think for even a second that your dream was worthless. “You shouldn't be ashamed of dreaming big. You’ll have a long, difficult path to walk through, but when you get there - and you have my word on that - I’ll be cheering for you!”

“Ken... “ You flashed your best smile at him. It meant a lot to you to have his support, he was a kind person and a very good friend (he did cross a few limits with his adoration for you, but you weren’t bothered by it). You liked being around him a lot.

-x-

“Kentin!” You threw yourself in his arms and gave him a tender kiss. “Good morning.”

Your boyfriend chuckled and held your hand, walking with you through the hallway. You talked about how your weekend had been and, between light smiles and sweet kisses, you thought of how quickly things changed between you two.

When he came back from military school, a lot of things had changed in him, including his nickname. You were facing a new person and it had been a challenge discovering Kentin and building a new relationship with him.

Even though he was a different person from before, one thing didn’t change at all and you noticed it clearly: he still liked you. Obviously he was no longer that guy who professed his feelings to everyone and followed you everywhere, he had found new ways to show you his love. You enjoyed that more mature version of him, but wished he had the opportunity to grow into a man without all the trauma he went through. You knew that most of his growth had been through suffering, and that upset you.

You didn’t know when, but somewhere into your friendship you started to grow feelings for him too. After some coaxing from Rosa and Alexy, you managed to ask him out on an official date.

The whole school already knew that Kentin was head over heels for you, but everyone was shocked to know that you loved him back as your relationship became official.

“Hey, love.”

“What?” You asked your boyfriend back as soon as you got in front of your lockers. You started looking for your books, checking that day’s classes.

“I really liked that video you posted on youtube yesterday. I never heard that song before, did you compose it yourself?”

The book you held in your hand fell to the ground. “What video?” You whispered, eyes wide.

“What do you mean, babe? That video of you singing and playing the guitar. You uploaded it yesterday night. I saw right away, you know I have my notifications turned on to all your videos. I got surprised that you decided to finally show your face and sing something of your own and- Candy? Is everything okay?”

Kentin noticed your face and got worried for you. You looked absolutely terrified.

“That video… How did you see it? I posted it as private”

“No, you didn't. It was public.” Kentin was starting to understand why you were so surprised. He put one hand on your back as you blushed and hid your face on his chest in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I did that! I’m so stupid! The first time I record something like that, I accidentally post it for everyone to see! Dumb, dumb Candy! Dang, now everyone’s gonna know I’m bad!”

“First of all.” Your boyfriend frowned, bringing you close to him. “You’re not dumb, you just made a mistake. And it’s okay, probably just a few people saw it. Last time I checked was before I went to sleep and it only had 20 views. But why are you so upset, Candy? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago that you were finally ready to show your face along with the covers. Did something happen to change your mind?”

“Well, I was not ready to show right away, especially not in a video that I looked terrible in. And it’s not just that. It was my first original song. I never showed it to anyone, what if it sucks?”

Kentin held your chin up and looked you in the eyes. “Candy, it doesn’t suck and you look great in the video!” You closed your eyes and snuggled close to him. “But I understand your concerns. Luckily, that can be solved if you delete the video. You’ll have other opportunities to get famous, and with better videos.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You reached for your phone and went to your youtube page. “Fu... No way…!”

Your hands trembled. Kentin was right, the video had few views (which was good). Only 50 people had seen it, but the problem wasn’t that. For your bad luck, one of those people had been Amber. You knew that because she had left three comments on your video.

AmberOfficial: lmaooooo

AmberOfficial: Thank you for the laughs. That’s hilarious

AmberOfficial: Just give up already, looser

“That girl....” Kentin grunted, looking at your phone screen. “I swear to you, Candy, I’ll make her regret this. I’ll-”

“You don’t need to, I’m fine.”

You untangled your arms from his torso and started walking away, trying your best to hide how upset you really were. Amber was right, your music sucked. You should give up on your dream of becoming a famous singer, not only because you were bad, but also because you could barely show your face to a few people without feeling like shit. You wouldn’t be able to deal with fame.

Kentin tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. He figured you needed some time alone. He could use that time to think of something to support you and get back at Amber.

-x-

You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes red and swollen from crying. You had already deleted the video, but you couldn’t stop feeling stupid for getting so upset by a few bad comments. And feeling stupid made you even more upset.

When you got to the hallway, it was empty due to classes having already started. You probably spent half an hour locked up, but at least no one would mess with you.

You went to the garden to get some fresh air and wait until the next class started. You sat at the bench, breathed in and finally calmed down a bit.

“Candy.”

You turned around, surprised to see your boyfriend. “Kentin! What are you doing here? Classes have already started.”

He just waved his hand in a “don’t worry about that” way and sat beside you. He kissed your cheek and took your hand, checking how you were. Seeing that you seemed to be more calm, he smiled lightly at you. “So… I talked to Armin. He already found out Amber’s password and he’ll hack into Amber’s youtube account. He’ll just mess with it for a bit, delete some videos and upload some random stuff. Nothing too bad, I promise, just some memes and rickrolls.”

“Hmm…” You muttered, thinking about what he said. It wasn’t right, for sure, but you didn’t feel like stopping them. You were still hurt. “Okay. Just promise you two won’t do something serious, okay?”

He agreed. You felt a bit better, but that wasn’t enough to lift your mood and Kentin knew that. That was why he also had something else prepared. "That 's not all. I did some quick search for places where you could record that music of yours with its deserved quality. You are a good composer, Candy, believe it. Your talent doesn’t have to stay hidden in a dark room with only you, a guitar and your cellphone recording it.”

“Kentin…”

“If you want to, I’ll help you rent a studio and record your song. That would be very useful for your portfolio. I know that’s expensive, but we can find ways to-” You cut him off with a kiss. He cared about you so much, to the point of skipping classes to think of ways to make you feel better. You loved your boyfriend so much…

Lucky. You felt lucky to have him.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me... “ You kissed his cheek, happy to have his support. That was more than enough at that moment, Amber’s words were far behind you. All that mattered was that you could go through this.

You had Kentin, and when you had him, you had your whole world holding you so you wouldn’t fall.

[lostcoves]

– parisian nights 

+ ft. tamaki amajiki

+ wc: 2.5k

+ format: one-shot

+ premise: tamaki amajiki, heir to amajiki enterprises, has it all. yet, all he wants is you. could a sudden trip to paris be enough to win your heart?

+ note: my piece for @bakugohoex​’s 3k collab! hope you all enjoy!

tamaki amajiki, in a literal sense, had it all and anything he wanted was at a snap of his well-manicured fingertips. every luxury sports car, every trip to the tropics, every gaming system was only one lip pout to his daddy and mommy. he was spoiled to say the least but what kind of rich kid wasn’t?

it wasn’t until tamaki stumbled upon you that he took a moment to reevaluate his life as a rich boy.

you had humble beginnings, coming from a family of average societal standing. your family didn’t have to worry about money but they were nowhere close to the standing of the amajiki family. humble and modest, tamaki thought you were the cutest thing in the whole wide world! 

and what tamaki liked, tamaki got.

he remembered flashing you a fat tip for your service at the coffee shop you worked as a barista at. tamaki struggled with social interaction at times but all of that went out the window the moment he locked eyes with you. he found that he didn’t have to work on his social skills, as long as he had the money to buy the friendships and interactions.

he thought you were the same as the others, easily swayed by money.

yet, you weren’t. 

you rejected the tip and told him to put it in the communal tip jar for all the baristas shared from. tamaki was stunned but did what you asked of him. anxiety bubbled in his stomach and his facade of suave rich guy nearly cracked.

but tamaki wouldn’t give up so easily.

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“morning, amajiki-san,” you greeted him every morning with that same gentle smile of yours. barely any customers were in the coffee shop, which tamaki preferred. he utterly despised crowds of people.

“good morning, (l/n)-san,” he returned the greeting and the smile.

“the usual?” you already got a medium-sized cup out.

“yes please,” he hummed. tamaki actually hated coffee, it made his anxiety worse but he would risk an anxiety attack if it meant he could interact with you.

you nodded and got to work, preparing a medium iced coffee for tamaki. he watched you move around from behind the counter, his eyes fixated on your gorgeous form.

“one medium iced coffee for amajiki-san!” you handed the coffee to tamaki.

“thank you,” tamaki fished out an envelope from his pocket, “your tip.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at the envelope and took it cautiously, “what’s this, amajiki-san?”

“your tip,” tamaki repeated. 

carefully, you opened up the envelope and pulled out its contents. 

“amajiki-san..” you uttered his first name, “what the hell is this?”

“two tickets to paris,” tamaki leaned against the counter, “well, the tickets are more of a formality. we’ll be taking my private jet to the city.”

“amajiki-san..” you sighed. 

“pretty please, (l/n)-san?” tamaki flashed you his famous puppy eyes. 

“why should i go with a guy i barely know?”

ouch, that hurt. 

“well, we can use this as an opportunity to get to know one another.”

you frowned, “i’ll have to think about it.”

“come to this address in a week from now at two in the afternoon,” tamaki got out a pen from his pocket and wrote down an address on a piece of napkin, “if you’re interested in coming.”

you took the napkin and nodded, “very well then.”

tamaki could only hope that you would come.

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tamaki paced around outside the private jet, frantically checking his watch every two minutes. it was nearly two o’clock and you still weren’t near yet. you weren’t coming, tamaki decided, much to his dismay. 

“amajiki-sama?” the pilot poked his head outside the jet, “ready to take off?”

“no, not yet!” tamaki hollered. the pilot flashed a thumbs up and returned inside the plane. tamaki let out a heavy sigh, where were you?

“am i late?”

tamaki perked up at the sound of your voice. he saw your figure approaching the jet, the wind ruffling your white sundress and sunhat. a lone suitcase rolled behind you. 

“you came,” tamaki stated in surprise.

“didn’t think i was gonna show?” you chuckled.

tamaki let out a soft laugh and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “yeah..”

“well, i’m here!” you smiled, “you’re gonna treat me to the trip of a lifetime, correct? why in the world would i miss out on that?”

tamaki’s heart fluttered at the sight of your smile, “well, what are we waiting for? let’s get this trip started.”

a flight attendant exited the jet and took your luggage. tamaki took your hand and guided you inside the jet. your lips formed a small ‘o’ in shock at the interior of the jet. it was much larger on the inside than it was on the outside with push-lined seats and entertainment systems galore. a person could live without worry in this jet.

“you own this?” you asked tamaki, as you took a seat in one of the comfortable looking seats. 

“my parents do,” he answered, “they use it for business trips.”

“i see,” you eyed at the approaching concession cart. the flight attendant before earlier was operating it and she offered you a wide selection of drinks and snacks. you ended up getting a plain green tea while tamaki got a bag of honey barbecue flavored chips. 

“so what made you decide to invite me on this trip?” you took a long drag of your green tea.

tamaki paused from munching on his chips. he cleared his throat, “i thought ‘why not?’ in all honesty,” that was a lie, tamaki wanted to impress you with a flashy trip to the city of love.

“do you take all the girls you’ve met on trips to paris?”

“only the girls i like.”

tamaki almost choked at his comment, his cheeks flushing a nice shade of pink. you raised your eyebrows at him in an act of bewilderment. tamaki attempted to change the conversation and informed you, “we should be there in thirteen hours, so it’s best to “get situated.”

you gave him a nod, “alrighty. well, i’ll be asleep so you have fun.”

tamaki opened his mouth to reply, only to given the cold shoulder as you reclined your seat and got noise canceling headphones on. he watched, as you situated yourself and promptly fell asleep. he chuckled, that was adorable.

a two day trip to paris, what could possibly go wrong?

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“(l/n)-san.”

tamaki gently removed your noise cancelling headphones from your head.

“we’re here, in paris.”

you let out a groan, as your eyes slowly opened. how long were you out? a couple of hours?

“you slept the whole trip,” tamaki laughed quietly.

“oh.. i did? sorry,” you murmured, rubbing the guck out of your eyes.

tamaki brushed a loose hair out of your face, “it’s alright.”

you blushed slightly at his warm touch but masked with a cough, “so! uh! whatcha wanna do in paris?”

tamaki blinked, he hadn’t planned that far ahead.

“would you like to see the louvre?”

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japan had nothing on the bustling streets of paris. the sidewalks were filled to the brim with people mulling about, some on their phones with shopping bags and others chatting amongst themselves. the louvre was only a block away, crowded with tourists eager to see the mona lisa.

“no need to worry about the crowds,” tamaki gave you a smile when you two approached the louvre, “i set aside us a private tour of the musuem.”

“oh really?” you crossed your arms with disdain.

tamaki pouted, “would.. would you rather do a normal tour?”

you smiled, “yes please.”

the two of you pushed your way through the crowds and entered the louvre, you staring in awe of the artworks. tamaki concealed a small smile at your wonderment, he found it to be absolutely cute to watch. 

you’re more than a work of art, (f/n). was what tamaki wanted to say but he didn’t have the courage nor the guts to say it. 

“wow, the mona lisa is so tiny!” you commented to tamaki when you two found the famed piece of art. you were right, the mona lisa was surprisingly small. you grabbed tamaki by the hand and pulled him closer to the painting, “look how beautiful it is, amajiki-san.”

tamaki grew flustered at your touch but gave your hand a light squeeze, “(l/n)-san.. you can call me tamaki, if you want.”

you gave him a look and tamaki cursed internally. was it too soon to be on a first name basis?

“okay, tamaki.”

tamaki let out a sigh of relief.

“where would you like to go next?” tamaki questioned to you after the two of you finished your tour of the louvre. 

you pondered on the question for a moment. 

“let’s go shopping.”

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tamaki patiently waited outside a fitting room, as you tried on various articles of clothing. he offered to pay– his parents gave him an allowance for the trip– and to his surprise, you actually accepted his offer. 

“you alright in there..?” tamaki asked, not wanting to walk in on you half naked.

there was some rustling and you emerged from the dressing room, “how do i look?” you asked tamaki, twirling around in your new dress.

tamaki gulped at the sight of the dress. its neckline highlighted your collarbone quite nicely and hugged your curves just right. he pulled at his collar and adverted his gaze, “er.. you look.. uh.. very nice..”

“i do?” you hugged his arm and pressed yourself against tamaki. he was sweating bullets now, “yes! y- yes, you d- do!” his eyes widened, not his stutter coming back at the worst possible moment.

“you have a stutter?”

shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.

“so wh- what if i d- do..”

“it’s cute.”

tamaki’s eyes widened.

“y- you th- think so?”

you nodded rapidly, “of course i do! i’m not gonna poke fun at it.”

tamaki coughed, “th- thanks.”

“of course,” you released your hold on his arm, “the night is still young, what should we do next?”

tamaki peered outside, nightfall was upon the city.

“a trip to paris isn’t complete without a visit to the effiel tower now, isn’t it?”

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being on top of the effiel tower made the world seem so small. 

tamaki took a moment to enjoy the cold breeze that passed through his indigo locks, closing his eyes and just enjoying the feeling of being on top of the world for a moment. you stood next to him, doing the same thing. you hated to admit it but this had been the most fun you have had in a while. all thanks to tamaki amajiki, of course. 

“hey tamaki?”

“yes, (f/n)?”

“can i tell you a secret?”

tamaki opened his eyes, “of course.”

you stared out onto the city of lights and leaned against the guardrail.

“i never left japan until yesterday.”

tamaki laughed, “that’s not much of a secret. it was a little obvious.”

you scrunched your nose up in annoyance, “meanie.”

tamaki acted wounded, “that hurt.”

you rolled your eyes, “i enjoyed today. i hope you can ensure the same for tomorrow.”

tamaki looked down at his shoes and sighed, “i hope i can.”

“hey tamaki?”

“yes?” he looked up.

“what’s the real reason you invited me on this trip?”

tamaki hung his head down low.

“tamaki, look at me.”

he looked back up.

“tell me the truth.”

tamaki couldn’t lie to you anymore.

“it’s because.. i like you, (f/n).”

now it was your turn to hang your head low.

“why me, tamaki?”

tamaki pressed his lips together, “what do you mean?”

taking his hands into yours, the two of you were forced to look one another in the eye. you took a deep breath and began to speak your piece.

“i want to know the real tamaki amajiki. not this fake version. i think the closer we got was what happened in the fitting room. i get it, you’re rich.. but you didn’t have to whisk me away to paris just to confess that you had a crush on me, tamaki.”

“wh- what should have i done instead..?” not the stutter!

you half-smiled, “take me out for coffee, silly.”

was it really that simple?

“maybe i- i do that next time.”

“next time?”

fuck, was there not going to be a next time?

“there won’t be a next time until you tell me about yourself,” you gave tamaki a playful punch in the shoulder. he winced a bit but played it off. tamaki looked back out onto the city, “what would you like to know?”

“what’s it like being an heir?” you leaned against the guardrail.

tamaki tilted his head back and let out a long breathe, “exhausting.”

you cocked your head to the left, “how so?”

“my parents have high expectations of me. forcing me to go to college to study business for the sole purpose of taking over the company. this might sound silly but i wanted to study food science and become a nutritional therapist,” tamaki clasped his hands together tightly, “there’s no true freedom. money has a price and that price is your freedom. the public hounds you, the elite is full of backstabbers, and i just want to settle down with a nice girl.”

“and that nice girl would be?” you smiled.

“you, of course.”

you blushed at tamaki’s response.

“i would give up all the money i have if it means i can be with you,” tamaki confessed with tears in his eyes, “i truly mean it. i fell in love with you the moment i saw you in that coffee shop, (f/n) (l/n).”

“re- really?” now you were stuttering. 

“truly,” tamaki cupped your cheeks and bore his eyes into yours, “i truly mean it. i only want you, (f/n). i would give you everything and anything you could have ever wanted. i want to be there for you.”

“b- but you barely know me!” you protested.

“then let me get to know you,” tamaki fired back.

you were rendered speechless. you adverted your gaze from tamaki and he removed his hands from your face. tamaki bowed his head in disgrace, “i- i’m sorry, (l/n)-san.”

“it’s okay, tamaki!” you exclaimed, “really it is. i admire your fire. i want to get you better, as well. truly, i do.”

tamaki relaxed his shoulders and placed a hand against his chest in an effort to calm his rapidly beating heart. you looked heavenly under the lights of the effiel tower with your new dress and your pearly white smile. he just wanted to kiss your damn face already. 

“tamaki.”

“yes, (f/n)?”

“here,” you pressed a kiss to his lips. tamaki’s eyes widened for a moment before he closed them, allowing himself to get lost in the kiss. your lips tasted like the croissant you had earlier that day. tamaki could kiss you forever. 

“let’s get to know one another better before a second date, okay?”

tamaki was more than fine with that. 

one day, he’ll be yours.

[nyrator]

random life updatess, some blehs, some animal crossings

today was not a good day again (bought turnips in AC, rip that 110 price, then ate breakfast, and then laid back down until 7PM), then dealt with drama stuffs and me being in general not-a-good person when I got up, and ultimately couldn’t even bring myself to eat dinner (which I’m now regretting since there aren’t any snacks or anything in the apartment either, just completely drained at the moment)

wondering where to go to vent things since I feel too self conscious of social media and don’t want to bother people I know, but bottling it up inside has been very painful to me lately and I don’t handle it well

but enough of that

in terms of life itself

still living the quarantined life, still car-less but getting rides from friends to go shopping which is nice. tomorrow will be a strange schedule (shopping/taking mother to doctor/meeting another friend/dealing with my mother giving me two different times to go to the doctor, one of which interferes with meeting said friend, and I swear they told her not to come because of the virus, but we will see)

also ants are in the apartment which is bleh but I’ve learned to deal with it until I can buy ant traps or something (I wish they’d turn the central air on already, May is hot)

not sure what the future holds in terms of my financial life honestly- my work will be opening up as soon as the governor lets them, but only with the owners running it- It sounds like I won’t be brought back until the fall, if they even stay open that long

ubi sounds really nice right now and I hope one day it passes (politics is still something I pay too much attention to but will keep refraining from bringing up again)

in other news

working on this game jammm

mentioned how I wasn’t looking forward to it, but perhaps that’s too harsh- I always enjoy the jam. But man, at the same time, not looking forward to the work part at alll- but it has to be done. Red Square was extremely painful to work on, but at least the current collab I’m working on will be less taxing on me design-wise (I hope). But there is something massive planned, at least, because with Kresna, there always is. He’s really incredible, and I’m excited to see the finished product.

I still have projects I should work on, but just can’t- Came so close to making a complete reference of console tan designs that I have so far last night, but ended up crashing right down and can’t focus on working at all at the moment.

was debating working on one of my rpg maker games alongside the current project, but I have a feeling that’ll be impossible (or at least, not ideal)

rotten nyan still needs to update, and I still feel too self conscious about it, I think- part of me wants to make a hidden account to do all the twisted things I’d like, and all the disgusting things I don’t think anyone wants to see, but it’s tough and I still don’t think I want to be personally associated with that kind of content. I don’t know. Even then, my mind still isn’t able to visualize what I want to create- Any time I lay down and try to think, it’s either pain from anxiety, or disgusting thoughts I don’t want to share. I don’t know what to make- it feels like I have the power to create anything I want in a sense, but nothing to want to make. Maybe I’m “the Ny that Stole the Sun”.

so much free time, but nothing to show for it, it’s really disappointing to me, but I just can’t focus on things I want to anymore

but anyway, enough about that

Got a nice little pick me-up in ACNH when deciding to play it a little bit ago, a good present from Lala, good friend. Now I can be the purple magical Ny I always wanted to be~ But really, thanks Lala, it means a lot

Also decided to try turning the face icons into sprites to use as custom design signs, I think it’s already been done but I like doing things by hand, got Merry’s done at least.

Been organizing the town, but it is definitely a work in progress- I got my house, the buildings, and four villager houses planned out, but no idea what to do with the other six villagers, or what attraction-y things to add like playgrounds and stuff (it’ll take a while until I have enough furniture to be able to piece things together). Also need to figure out how to properly decorate the Able shop and things like river layouts and stuff.

house interior is still an absolute mess and still waiting to find a site to make it easier to search for certain furniture (I use villagerdb mostly but hard to find things in specific colors still), just need the basement and I thiiiink my house will be fully upgraded?

also wish it was easier to get villagers I’d like (here’s a random thing I made of villagers I like, though doesn’t include the new villagers to this game like jock sheep or lazy goat friends), circled ones I’m most likely going to settle with but mann, it’s hard (why does normal have so many good choices... I randomly got Gayle early on and Merengue from an island visit and they’re both unexpected but good friends)

I was hoping it’d be like in ACNL where you could be like “oh hey you can have nine villagers and a tenth will only move in when you will it to”, that way I could just use my 50,000+ nook miles to get tickets and hunt for villagers, but looks like I’d only have a day or so after someone moves out

there’s amiibo of course but they’re getting expensive (I could get my own NFC things I guess but it feels like cheating), but I feel Stella’s the next one I want to move in and I don’t have her card, rippp

also still adjusting to the personalities in this game, still sad cranky became “old man complains about being old”, but at least it’s not as bad as it was in Pocket Camp I think. Also Lazy’s are now “I am baby who speaks to the bugs, they are my friends, they whisper to me” and honestly it’s weird enough that I like it but hard to picture anyone but Prince acting like that (I’m not a fan of frogs or his facial hair so hmm)

also man lots of use of “Le” in this game, I forgot that was still a thing people did. Peppy and Smug are still great for me to talk to though so I’m happy.

but yeah, I should go to bed I guess, it’s past 4AM

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

okay below the cut is a bunch of updates on ash’s life and where he is development-wise right now. i started to write this for myself to keep track because i’ve had so many plots dropped/changed/cleared/etc. over the past several months and i wanted to make sure i knew what was going on, but i thought it’d be a good reference for people i’m plotting with too?? or just other people in general if you have an interest at all in where ash is lmao. there’s, like, three plotting ideas interspersed too (which are italicized!) so if you see something we could work with lmk

professionally -

ash is currently promoting love shot with knight. his heart isn’t in it, but that shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. he’s back down to not a lot of lines again, so he feels like he can get away with it. he’s still wary after his attitude/laziness scandal a year ago and recent netizens commenting on how he doesn’t seem to care about the group anymore, so he tries to keep it not super obvious to the public. he doesn’t care to hide it as much in private around the members since he tends to distance himself from them a lot anyway.

he really does feel over knight, in the sense that he wishes if it’s not possible to end his contract early altogether, he would be allowed to leave the group and only make solo music until he can part ways with bc. at this point, if that opportunity was ever presented to him, he’d take it in a heartbeat, probably even if it would hurt the group/the other members. it won’t be tho so... sucks for him

one of his main focuses outside of knight is preparing for his solo concert (on march 29, 30, 31 at olympic hall~). he isn’t super obvious about it to people he’s not close to, but he’s very excited/nervous/anxious about it and it’s one of the first performances he’s felt that way about in a long while. anyone who wants to say their muse is coming to his concert is more than welcome to?!?! i’d love to plot some stuff around it too and maybe do some threads or whatever if anyone’s interested !!

his other main focus outside of knight is working on his collab album with yoona and he’s not exactly thrilled about the concept but he’s accepted it at this point. he feels like it’s a scandal waiting to happen, and he doesn’t want to deal with that or drag someone else down with him, but he’s not fighting it, just #stressed about it

the collab album is planned by bc to be the first step in pushing a sexier image for him, which he isn’t fully aware of at this point. the idea is that he’s distanced himself some from his scandals but will never be able to marketed as enitrely wholesome and innocent or a perfect son-in-law type and the love struck singer-songwriter thing isn’t unique enough to carve a niche that maximizes profitability, so they’re leaning into what they have to work with

he’s still spending all of his free time in the studio working on music, for himself and for other people (y’all, feel free to give him more people to be working on songs for *eyes emoji* my messages are always open!!)

personally -

ash is sorta ~in the middle~ with his mental health right now. he hasn’t gotten as bad as he was during december 2017/january 2018 since back then, but promoting untitled, 2014 did set him back a little on the self-love train (did he have tickets for that in the first place??). he hasn’t been drinking as much either, which is progress... but not really.

he’s been looking at places to move out as soon as he can, but he’s confused about what he wants. the idea of living alone scares him because he’s never done that before and he’s scared of what might happen if he’s left alone to his own thoughts too often, but he really can’t bear to live in the dorm any longer than he has to and he craves the independence. if he hasn’t picked a place by the time the earliest possible move out date comes around, he might even ask to crash on a friend’s (a guy friend of course, bc isn’t going to let him live with a girl obviously lmao) couch until he can finalize and move into a new place. so that’s a possible plot i might be looking for??

he took up boxing and violin in the new year! he actually really enjoys boxing and has been doing it regularly (where’s that energy for the therapist appointments he’s been cancelling since 2017?). he doesn’t get excited about new stuff often, so it’s good for him. re: the violin, he just wanted to keep expanding his musical repertoire and he enjoyed starting to learn saxophone last year. violin is slow-going so far since he doesn’t have that much time to practice or meet up with his teacher.

with his friends, he might’ve been a little less ghost-y than usual lately after wrapping his solo promos so congrats to the three friends ash has for possibly having actually heard from him lately!

uh that’s all i think idrk what the purpose of this was but thanks for reading this massive lump of nothingness if you did and yeah idk let me know if any of the plot ideas i littered throughout speak to you or even anything that wasn’t explicitly a plot idea

[imdifferentshadesofpurple]

the View from Up Here.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.4k

Prompt: “We’re in line for the same ride at the fair, the seats are made for two people, and our friends ditched us, so wanna ride together?”

Surprise Prompt: “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

A/N: Here it is! The collab featuring me, @daegusoftboys, and @haneulismykoreanname (check out her amazing moodboard) for the @kpoptrashnetwork October Fall Members’ Project! Enjoy! xoxo

It’s a Friday night and you’re being dragged to the fair, the smell of popcorn and funnel cakes permeating your nose as you weave through the crowds of people already circulating the grounds.

“Why do I even need to be here,” you grumble, pout on your lips as a little kid screams in victory nearby. 

Your best friend can only laugh, “Because it’s Friday and because there’s no work for us this weekend and because it’ll be fun. We’re meeting up with Jin and his friends so at least I finally get to see a face that isn’t yours.”

That stops you in your tracks, blood running cold and your throat closing up. “What?”

She can only look at you like you’ve grown another head, “What do you mean ‘what’? I told you this morning that they were coming. You were working on some biology homework or whatever. You know, that difficult class you have this semester since you love excess mind usage for some reason. You nodded and bit off the end of another pencil. You don’t remember?”

“Does it look like I remember? If I was actually listening, I would’ve said absolutely hell to the no and I wouldn’t have come! Namjoon will be there!”

She raises one eyebrow as if saying so? which causes you to groan out loud. “Focus. Kim Namjoon. One of Seokjin’s best friends? He’s in my microbiology class and I’ve liked him since sophomore year. It’s like you’re not even my best friend, shouldn’t you know things like this?”

She grabs your hand and you continue on, much to your dismay, “For your information, I did in fact know that because I am your best friend. I just don’t see why it matters much. You’ve shared short, precise conversations since you’ve met and you’ve never once made a move. You don’t even flirt! Tonight we’ll be in a large group so don’t worry. Just try to relax and have a good time.  You have three papers due in the next few weeks so I know you won’t come out for some fun until they’re all finished.”

You feel a little guilty at the declaration of your study and homework habits, following her lead until the Ferris wheel hovers ahead and she squeals in delight. You can make out six boys waiting, Jin’s face lighting up as you both come closer. “You guys made it!”

You wave hello, “I was more dragged by the collar of my favorite hoodie but…it’s good to be out. Thanks for the invite.”

He shrugs, “Hey, no problem. We’ve all had busy weeks, Joon thought it’d be cool to spend at least one night out in the real world with fair food and good company.”

You smile in agreement, eyes searching for the one boy that was missing, “Speaking of…where is Joon anyway?”

Jungkook throws a strong arm over your shoulder, “Why? Our resident brainiac looking for him?”

You turn a heated gaze at your best friend, her tongue sticking out as if to mock you, “Oh please, she didn’t even have to say anything. You become a shy little turtle when he’s around. You’re not the subtle type.”

You become a little panicked when everyone ends up agreeing, choking down the fear that Namjoon himself knows, right when he shows up by your side, drink in hand. “Hi. You…okay? You look a little pale.”

You blink at him, shaking your head. “I’m…I’m fine. Promise,” you’re able to say without your voice breaking.

You try to calm yourself down when you feel your heart skip a beat. “So? Ah…how about that Ferris wheel, huh? Let’s go,” you say, stumbling over your words and temporarily forgetting that you’re afraid of heights.

You’re the first one in line, Namjoon following closely behind. It’s almost your turn when your best friend insists that you pay for your tickets separately. You’re about to complain but the lady in the booth says, “Next please!”, a little too impatiently.

You reluctantly pay and move aside to let Namjoon pay for his. Before you know it, they’ve all bought their tickets — with four of the boys already in their respective seats. Jungkook, Jin and your best friend shoot you a meaningful grin. 

The ‘you’ll thank me later’ kind of grin, before walking away without another word.

You’re beyond speechless when you realize that this means you’ll have to ride the Ferris wheel with Namjoon. Alone. So much for your plan to ride with your best friend.

You look at Namjoon who looks just as puzzled at what happened. He shrugs and smiles, revealing the most beautiful pair of dimples you’ve ever seen. “Guess it’s just the two of us, Y/N.”

“Are you guys riding or what?” one of the workers asks annoyingly. 

You awkwardly take your seat, avoiding Namjoon’s gaze as your hands start to become clammy, beads of sweat starting to appear on your forehead. Suddenly a ten page essay on the layers of cells in your microbiology class and presenting it to the entire student body feels like a walk in the park compared to your predicament. 

You get higher as they gather more passengers to occupy the empty seats and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild. But you’re not really sure if it’s due to the adrenaline of being high up or simply because Namjoon is there next to you. You try your hardest to keep it to yourself to avoid embarrassing you both.

“So…what’s up? I mean, how’s school?” 

Dammit! Trust me to sound like a concerned parent, you think. flinching at your words.

You look away as you see him grinning, as if he can read your mind and agrees with your line of thought. 

“Life is great but school is hectic as hell. We’re actually working on our papers due next week Seokjin decided that a night away from all the homework would improve our productivity.” He smiles, dimples making another pleasant appearance. “What about you, Y/N? What made you decide to go out on such a busy time at school,” he says, voice teasing.

“Oh come on, “ you reply, rolling your eyes, “as if you don’t know…ah!” 

The pitch of your voice rises at the sudden movement of the Ferris wheel, announcing an acceleration. As it gains speed, you feel your stomach churn at the same pace. 

Worry is written all over his face as he leans forward. “Y/N? You okay? You…look pale. Do you want to go down?” 

“I’m…okay. Just a little afraid of heights but I’m cool as long as I don’t look down.” You smile to assure him. “I was just startled by the sudden movement, that’s all.”

“Let’s just look at the stars then,” he smiles. He looks up at the sky as you slow down at the top. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

You mimic his movement, head titling towards the sky. “Yeah…and the city looks beautiful, too.” The smell of autumn breeze fills your nostrils, calming down a little. You almost forget how terrified you are when the machine starts to move again.

But this time you’re not as scared because you feel Namjoon’s hands over yours, clutching at the handle as if for dear life. The feel of his warm hands is making your heart pound so fast you’re afraid it might rip your chest open.

The sick feeling inside your stomach is now forgotten, your brain focusing on how his hand grips yours tighter as the ride moves at its fastest. He scoots closer until your shoulders touch. He gives you a warm and calming dimpled smile as if he’s telling you to relax and that everything will be okay because he’s there with you. The loud rhythm of your beating heart is drowning out the crowd, the lively loud music, the shrieks and screams. Suddenly the world stops; it’s just the two of you, hands intertwined. with only the stars, the moon, and the cool evening air as your company.

“Namjoon, I-” you start, blood rushing to your cheeks in anticipation of your next move. He quirks an eyebrow questioningly, seemingly unaware of the inner turmoil his dimples are creating. It’s the perfect setting to spill your guts, the perfect moment to finally let yourself speak the words you been practicing late at night for months. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” you start, casting your gaze at the lonely hand in your lap. “I’m-”

Suddenly your seat swings violently, propelling you forward as it rocks back and forth dangerously. The Ferris wheel has stopped turning, a loud creak from the engine telling you this isn’t part of its usual routine. Namjoon looks at you, alarmed. Your confession dies in your throat, now constricted by the terror filling your lungs. “What the-”, he says, throwing a look over his shoulder to see if he can spot any of your friends. You can hear Jungkook yelling, stringing random curse words together and screaming them into the void. He’s at close distance but it sounds a million miles away.

You feel dizzy. A heat rises up your spine causing you to pull your hand from Namjoon’s, its weight too heavy on your skin. He grimaces at the loss of contact but realizes your change in demeanor isn’t because of him, as soon as you lock eyes - your own grown to the size of saucers. “Namjoon,” you breathe, “I think - I think I’m having a panic attack.”

“Uh - shit, I -” he stutters, his hands all over the place in a frantic attempt to remain calm. “Stay calm, breathe. And uh -” Namjoon freezes, his mind going over every possible article and post he’s ever read about the situation, mentally checking off tips on the list. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to get the fuck down,” you choke, breath still unstable as both your hands are now glued to the handles, your frame frozen in place. Namjoon is surprised at your use of language as he’s never heard you swear before. He’s slightly amused, even, before he remembers you’re about to pass out if he doesn’t get you to regulate your oxygen intake.

“Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” you snarl, your eyes still locked on his face to keep yourself from looking down.

The seat has stopped rocking. A loud voice booms through the intercom, announcing a technical difficulty. “Please, remain calm. The issue will be resolved soon,” a voice tells you, almost tauntingly. Namjoon bites his lip, trying to suppress a smile.

“I’ve never seen this side of you Y/N,” he says, not able to help himself. “You’re always so…sweet and shy around me.”

You try to inhale, shaking your head at his comment. Your eyes shift from him to the nauseating height difference between you and the ground. “You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people Joon,” you manage to reply in between shaky breaths. “Now - is not - the time - to get cute with me.”

He chuckles, reclaiming your hand as you glare at him. His eyes are sparkling, the lights illuminating the fair reflected in them. 

“Breathe. You can do this. Listen to me,” he says, moving his hands from yours to cup your cheeks, forcing you to focus on his face. “Count with me. One… two…”

Your chest falls and rises with a dangerous speed. “One, two,” you repeat after him. “Three…concentrate on your breathing,” he continues, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Three. Joon,” you say, panic enveloping your chest again. “I can’t do this.”

At first he doesn’t respond. His mind is racing, finally halting at a solution he’s seen in a film somewhere. He swallows and tightens his grip on your cheeks, making sure you stay in place. He promptly leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, a whirlwind of emotions taking over your mind. The distraction causes your attention to shift from your rapid breathing to Namjoon’s warm mouth.

Your eyes fall shut as you ease into it, his lips moving against yours gently. For a split second you forget the predicament you’re in, his softness the only thing your mind allows you to think about. It’s just long enough to regain your composure, your erratic breathing slowing to a safer pace. 

Even then, Namjoon doesn’t move. His hands release some pressure from your cheeks, his thumbs now tentatively caressing your cheekbones. You remain like this for another heartbeat or two, before he pulls back reluctantly. Somewhere in the distance you can faintly make out a whooping noise, an encouraging “GET IT, BOY!” coming from someone who sounds suspiciously like Taehyung.

Namjoon’s lips still hover over yours, his breath warm on your skin as he sighs. His forehead bumps against yours as you breathe steady, not being able to stop a smile from appearing. You can hear him chuckle even though your eyes are still closed.

“That wasn’t exactly how I imagined our first kiss,” he mumbles against your cheek.

At once, you can feel yourself blushing, the blood rushing to your face coloring your cheeks an adorable pink. You lean back, putting enough distance between you both to lock eyes with him. “Namjoon, I -”

“We don’t have to talk about it right now,” he says, shooting you a shy lopsided smile. “I think this is a conversation more comfortably held on lower ground.”

You nod in agreement, pursing your lips as your gaze wanders to the edge of your seat. “I mean, I could use a little more of that distraction,” you dare him.

Namjoon releases a short, heartfelt laugh before pulling you closer. His kiss feels even warmer than the last one, all hesitation gone and replaced by meaning.

Your seat gently rocks back and forth as the Ferris wheel engine kicks back to life, and you catch yourself wishing you never had to come down.

[thorne93]

Just My Luck (Part 5)

Prompt: Imagine accidentally walking into the men’s bathroom and seeing this fine specimen (James McAvoy)

Word Count: 1300+

Warnings: Language, fight

Notes: Collab fic with my girl @cocosierra94!!! Internal thoughts are in Italics, texts are in bold

Tags: @marvel-imagines-yes-please @nilalovessadness @tacohead13 @captain-fuckinglevi @bohemianrhapsody @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise19982sand @missinstantgratification

@thejulesworld

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“I'm guessing James is back in London today?”  Rachel asked you cautiously, she could tell you were a bit frazzled by his departure.

“Yeah….And before you even ask, I'm okay,” you said, smiling a little, just to reassure your friend and possibly even yourself of your well being.

It had been a wonderful couple of weeks that you and James had spent together and you knew he had to go back to work, but it didn't make the pain any different to watch him leave for the airport.

“So are things getting pretty serious between you two? I mean I know it's only been a few months since you two met, but I mean... come on, I haven't seen you smile this much since you got your first camera.”

“Oh shut up.” You playfully pushed her, smiling down to the ground. “I…. do think it's getting serious. Ugh, Rachel! I get all nervous around him, he makes me laugh, respects me, makes me feel safe, he makes me feel--”

“Love… Y/n, you're in love.”

“I'm …Rachel what do I do?!” you asked in a panic. Love scared the shit out of you. After Michael, you didn’t want anything to do with relationships or love. Love lead to hate.

“Enjoy it! It's a good feeling, especially when it's real.”

“Well should I tell him? When? What should I even say?”

“First of all, duh! Don’t worry, I'll help you.. but you'll need to take a week off.”

You frowned at your best friend. “What, a week? Why?”

“Because here.” She handed you a plain white envelope.

“Rachel, what is this? This better not be your funny way of firing m--” You stopped as soon as you saw the contents of the envelope. “This is a ticket to Spain. Why am I going to Spain?”

“James called me asking if I would be interested in going to Spain, but I told him you'd probably enjoy it more than me.” She laughed as she wrinkled her nose at you as she sat on your desk.

You sat with the ticket in your hand, stunned.

“Spain. But...but..but I have work!” you spluttered, your head spinning.

Rachel grinned and responded, “And now you don't. Since you've been working for me the most you've ever taken off was two days to go see your family. It's time you used vacation for its true purpose!”

“What's that?” you asked innocently.

“To have fun! You do remember how to do that, right?”

“Rachel...I don't know. A foreign country with a man I just started dating. Is it too soon?”

“Well, what do you think? Are things moving too fast?”

You blushed and responded meekly, “Well no.”

“Then go. What's the worst that'll happen? You have a good time with a great looking guy?”

“I guess you're right.”

“Come on. It'll be fun. We’ll go shopping after work for some things.”

“Shopping? I've got clothing.”

“No, you have clothes for work and clothes for being a hermit. You don't have clothes for shaking your money maker on a beach”

“Rachel!” you chastised, blushing.

“What? It's true. You need some sexy numbers.”

You sighed with humor.

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After work, Rachel and you went to some high end shops in Soho. She picked out some things that were entirely too revealing. A leather mini skirt, a white shirt that tied around the waist, a loose maxi dress with spaghetti straps, and a few skimpy bikinis. You were trying everything on and showing her.

“Come out! Come on!” Rachel urged as she browsed mindlessly for herself.

“No!” you shouted back. “I can't do this. I look stupid.”

“No, you don't! Come on!”

You sighed and came out, covering yourself with your arms. You were in one of the skimpy bikinis with a wrap around sheer skirt.

“Rachel, this is too much!”

“No it's perfect! Now all you have to do is a little strip tease,” she cooed as she danced around you.

“I most certainly will not!” you said adamantly, blushing.

“Well if you don't tease him at least wear this stuff.”

“Why? Why do you care so much?”

“Because I'm living through you and you need to slut it up for me. If not for me, do it for James.”

“But so far he likes me in my over sized shirt and jeans self.”

“And now he'll get to see what you're hiding under all that, sweetie.”

“You really think he'll like it?” you wondered, chancing a peek at your reflection. You did look somewhat good. But good enough for James? Maybe not.

“I know so. Good rule of thumb, if you feel comfortable, you're doing it wrong. Cleavage out, butt up, legs shaved.”

She slapped your ass and you yelped.

“Now. Grab that and I'll let you wear my black bikini. Next, we need lingerie.”

“Lingerie?” you said in a small voice.

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The next week came quicker than you expected. You had decided not to tell James you were coming, telling him you were sick. Instead, you made plans with his personal assistant to surprise him. She arranged for a car to pick you up at the airport and take you to the hotel he was staying at. Suitcase in tote, you headed up to the penthouse suite.

You could hear him in the room talking to his personal assistant, “ ...I just feel bad I'm not there taking care of her. Maybe I should just leave tomorrow to go see her.”

Your heart did a somersault at his thoughtfulness, there was also a hint of guilt because he was worrying for nothing. To quiet the beating of your heart, you knocked on the door, and announced, “Room service!”

James was probably frowning, stating, “I didn't order room ser--”

He opened the door, beholding the sight of you before him. His eyes went wide and he seemed shocked into speechlessness.

“Surprise!” you said with a wide grin and a laugh.

“Y/n! You're here!” He swiftly moved to embrace you. He wrapped you in a tight hug before finally telling his assistant that he didn’t need her any more and hanging up. “Y/N--You--you’re---how did you get here?”

“I thought you were smart,” you said sarcastically with a grin. “The plane ticket?”

“Right! I’m sorry. I forgot, I’ve been so worried about you...and apparently for nothing!” he reprimanded, shaking you a little. “Well come inside!” He ushered you in. “I have the whole week planned! There is so much I want you to see and do!”

“Well good,” you said with a laugh. “I’ve never been to Spain so...You’ll have to be my tour guide.”

“I bet I’m the most handsome tour guide you’ve ever had,” he said in a low voice as he slowly leaned in to kiss you.

You nodded your head side to side. “Eh, maybe top five,” you joked. In a more serious tone, you admitted, “I missed you, a lot.”

“I missed you too.”

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The next couple of days were incredible!  The architecture was stunning. The perfect place to photograph. James was patient with you while you stopped to snap pictures of people, places, animals, the sky, nature, cars. Literally everything caught your eye. He took you to the beach two days in a row and at first you were incredibly insecure, until he continued to hold you, play with you, splash you in the water, and you caught him admiring you a handful of times and your worry started to melt away a little bit.

Tonight, he said he had a special surprise for you. He lead you through the warm streets just as evening was starting to a sort of club. It was a restaurant but most people went for the dancing.

“Come on, Y/N,” he urged as he grabbed your hand.

“What? No! No! James, I can’t dance!”

“Nonsense, just let the music move your body. I know how to lead.”

“But--”

“Have I steered you wrong yet?” he asked seriously, those sparkling blue eyes piercing yours.

“Well...no…”

“Then come.”

You nodded as you obliged. He lead you in the middle of several bodies, already warm and sweating from dancing all night in the heat.

This was, unsurprisingly, out of your comfort zone. It wasn't like you were a terrible dancer, you could keep up with the rhythm fairly well, you just weren't used to dancing with other people around. Especially not A list actor people.

“He’s handsome, a great cook, a great dancer..  what's not to love.”

“Y/n, stop thinking so much, love! Just focus on the music. What is the beat telling you to do?” He glided his hand down to your hips and guided them from side to side, swaying to the beat. You closed your eyes and listen to the Spanish melody playing around you.

“Despacito

Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito

Deja que te diga cosas al oído

Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo”

In that heated moment, your body knew exactly what to do. He lead your every sensually slow movement. Dancing closer and closer, you could feel him breathing in your neck slowly, driving you insane.

“I love this song,” you spoke with a soft rasp in your voice.

“Why is that?” he practically growled in your ear.

“It's about a man wanting to enjoy every second of being with his woman...slowly.”

“Is that so?” he purred before he turned you so that your legs were positioned between each others. His hands still on your waist as he guided your hips, so that they were swaying with every movement. Before you knew it, the people around you had slipped away, as if you were the only people in the room. Naturally, you began slightly grinding on his leg as his hands dug into your hips, gripping you even harder, making your arousal spike.  

You looked at him, eyes glazed with ecstasy. “He wants to remember every detail of her body… slowly.”

“I definitely understand how he feels.”

You could feel just how well he understood as he pressed himself against you. You tried not to, but you let out a small whimper. You bit your lip trying to get a hold of yourself.

“Why don't we get out of here and go back to the room?” he whispered in your ear, nipping at it slightly, rendering you speechless.

All you could do was nod as your mouth went dry.

Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the music, maybe it was the way everyone was sensually moving around you, maybe it was the mystique and adventure of a new and foreign land. Whatever it was - you wanted James, now.

Immediately, he grabbed your hand and you two nearly ran through the streets like children on a quest. Laughter erupted from your mouths, until, James pulled you aside in an alleyway, a few blocks from your hotel.

“James, our hotel--” you started but he interrupted.

“I know, but I need you now. I can’t wait any longer,” he nearly growled, desperation in his voice as both hands went to cup your face before his lips crashed onto yours in a furious frenzy of passion. He backed you up against a stucco structure, your backside feeling the building behind you as he pressed into you.

Uncontrolled by you, a gasp and moan escaped your mouth as he kissed your neck, trailing down to your collarbone. Your hands wrapped around his back, your fingers digging into the blades.

In a swift, unforeseen motion, he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you so your thighs wrapped around him and your dress fell to the side.

“Are you alright with this?” he questioned, want and permission making his pupils balloon out.

“Mhm,” you said as you nodded, slightly grinding against his groin.

“Alright then,” he agreed before going back to work on you….

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Morning came and your body felt as if you got a new skin. A night with James was surely one to remember. Especially when he made magical moments happen in an alley and three times back at the hotel room.

James suggested going down to the beach and you happily said yes. You could finally put on the infamous black bikini that Rachel had worn on numerous occasions that won over at least a dozen men each time. You could’ve sworn it had magical power. And now that James had seen you naked, you weren’t nearly as nervous being in it.

You put on the sexy little number, wrapped a beach wrap around you so you could surprise James when you got to the beach, and you two headed out, hand in hand.

Once you got down there, you both realized you needed towels. James said he’d be right back to fetch some from a small shop right on the beach. He gave you a chaste kiss and raced off. As soon as he was gone, you dropped your beach wrap, hoping that when James got back, the lacey black ensemble would send him reeling.

“Want some help with that?” a random voice asked as you looked up into the bright sun, not a cloud in the sky.

“I’m sorry?” you said once your eyes focused. It was a tan man with long black hair, a close shaved black beard, and muscles you usually only see on the cover of sports magazines.

“I said, would you like some help? Applying the sunscreen?” he asked again, his voice having a bit of an accent. You figured he was probably a local.

“Oh, yeah, sure! Thanks! Could you get my back?”

“Absolutely.”

He knelt down and handled the sunscreen, meanwhile, your boyfriend was watching another man rub all over you in the skimpiest thing he’d ever seen you wear.

“I love your bikini,” he noted.

“Thank you, it’s my friend’s. She’s letting me borrow it while I’m on vacation.”

“Oh, are you here with anyone?”

“She’s here with me,” James voice said as he stood over you two.

“Oh, hey there,” the stranger greeted as he got up.

“Hi, thank you for taking care of my girlfriend but I’ll be assisting her now.”

“Fine by me. Have yourselves a lovely day,” he said as he walked off. James stared after his form.

“Thanks for getting the towels,” you said sweetly as he fanned one out and sat on it.

“Yeah,” he noted, not his usual sparky self.

“Would you like me to get your back with the sunscreen?” you offered.

“No, no thanks.”

“Well...would you like to go in the water?”

“I’m fine right here,” he quipped.

“Okay...Well, I’d like to cool off,” you noted as you stood up. “Do you like my bathing suit?”

“It’s alright I suppose. It certainly got that local’s attention…”

“What’s with you?” you asked, wondering where the sour mood came from.

“Nothing, just--  go enjoy the water, love.” Agitation filled the space between you two.

You scoffed at his poor attempt of trying hide his emotions, “Okay well when you're ready to be an adult and talk about what's bothering you, you know where to find me.”

You couldn't understand why he was being so moody. You were determined not to let it bother you, “He said it was nothing, so don't think about it! Just relax.”

The more you tried to put it out of your mind, the more you thought about how suddenly his mood had changed. What exactly caused the atmosphere to go from being warm and inviting to cold and distant? You looked back at James only to find, he wasn't there.

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You found yourself staring at the empty beach chair in disbelief.

“Are you freaking kidding me?!”  you thought.

In one swift, furious second you were striding up the beach to grab your belongings and head to the room.

Thankfully you managed to remember the spare room key, you opened the door to find him on the couch flipping through the tv channels.

“Back so soon?”

“Cut the crap, James, why the hell did you leave me down there?”

“I told you I didn't feel like swimming.”

“Okay but you were fine when we left, so what changed? And don't bullshit me either!”

He paused for a brief moment, debating on whether or not to be completely honest with you.

Taking in a deep breath, he spoke calmly, “I didn't appreciate the way that guy had his hands on you.”

It took you just a second to gather your wits. Wondering if you misheard him, you said, “Are you serious?! He was just being nice!”

“No, he wasn't! I saw the way he and his friends were watching you, the same way I was watching you. Which I can assure you was not in a friendly way!”

“So this is about you being jealous?!”

“No! Y/n, this is about you being too naive to see when a guy is trying to hit on you!”

You were floored by the anger in his voice. The words were like a swarm of hornets attacking your heart. Tears brimmed your eyes threatening to fall.

“Look, I didn't mean it like that, I just---”

“No, James, I know what you meant. Don't worry, my naivety and I will be out of your way from now on. I'll just get my stuff and go back home.” You b-lined it to bedroom, locking the door behind you.

“Y/n, please, don't leave. I'm sorry.” Hearing the pain in his voice pushed you to your breaking point. Those tears gave way. He could hear you quietly crying, trying to comfort yourself. You didn't know it, but hearing your sobs, knowing he caused the hurt, pushed him to his breaking point. He couldn't bear to watch you leave. He grabbed his phone and stepped out on the balcony.

In a flurry of anger and hurt, you threw your belongings into your suitcase in a somewhat manageable manner, grabbed your bags, and heaved a sigh. You asked yourself if you were really going to leave. You decided that if he stopped you on the way out, you would reconsider, if he didn’t, then it wasn’t meant to be.

You stepped out of the bedroom and glanced around for him. You saw him on the balcony faced partially away from you, but if he just turned slightly, he would see your pain stricken form in front of him. He was on a phone call. You waited, you waited longer than you wanted to, but he apparently seemed too preoccupied to deal with it than to come after you.

With that, you silently turned, opened the hotel door, and left for the airport.

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“Rachel,” you sobbed as she opened the door.

“Y/N? You’re supposed to be in Spain! What are you doing here?”

An answer couldn’t come though as you fell into her arms.

“Oh, honey, what happened?”

“He--he…”

“Did he hurt you?” she demanded in an angry tone. “Did he take advantage of you?”

You shook your head. “No, no, nothing like that.”

“Well, tell me,” she informed as she walked you over to the couch.

“He...he called me naive. A guy on the beach was helping me put sunscreen on and he got jealous and we had a fight.”

“I see.”

“So...I just left.”

“You’re not naive, Y/N.”

“I don’t know, maybe I am. I mean, I thought me and James could work. But how could we? He’s a celebrity with tons of gorgeous, smarter, funnier women that he could have. I’m just...a nobody. I’m an assistant, an errand girl.”

“Stop that,” Rachel commanded in a chastising tone. “Out of all of the women he could be with, he chose you.There just might be women that are smarter or prettier than you….”

“Rachel, you aren't really making me feel better,” you interrupted her.

“Let me finish. Yes, there might be women that are smarter or prettier than you, but none of them are you. None of them have a heart made of pure gold like you do. You would give up EVERYTHING for the people you love and even a little bit for people you don't know. So no, you aren't naive. You choose to see the good in everyone. However, when people try and take advantage of that kindness, it makes us, the people who love you, wanna rip them to shreds!”

You sniffled, smiling a bit at her.

“Thank you. I just...I think I got in over my head with him…”

“Well, he’s handsome and Scottish, no one can blame you,” she eased as she tucked hair out of your face.

You smiled again and she went to the restroom, by the time she got back, you had fallen asleep on the couch. Between your emotions and the jet lag, you were happy to let sleep take over.

She covered you up and turned out the light. Being kinda tired herself she headed to her room.

“15 missed calls? Jeez who's been blowing up my phone?”

She clicked on the notification and noted 5 of the 15 were from James. Figuring the rest of calls could be dealt with tomorrow, she called him back.

“Hello?”

“James… why is your girlfriend here with me crying and you're in Spain?” she demanded immediately. There were no times for pleasantries.

“ I -- I messed everything up. I shouldn't have said anything! She hates me Rachel, and I'm sure she'll never want to see me again.”

“I'm sure you're over exaggerating a bit. Is she upset? Yes, but that doesn't mean she hates you. Just give her a day to cool down. Trust me by the time you get your ass here to New York, she'll be fine.”

“I don't know, you didn't see the way she looked at me Rachel, I've broken her heart.”

“James McAvoy, you listen to me and you listen good! I've known this girl my entire life. I've seen her get through some hard times and good ones too. I will tell you this is the first time I have ever seen her look at someone the way she looks at you, speak about someone the way she speaks of you and dammit, she has NEVER EVER said she's been in love with anyone before you. Now, do you love Y/N?”

“Y-yes. Of course, more than anything!”

“If you love her like you say you do then get your Scottish ass on the next flight out of Spain and to New York now! Prove to her you love her no matter what! Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma'am...Thank you, Rachel.”

“Yea yea, hook me up with Fassbender and we'll call it even, haha!”

“Deal, heheh, talk to you later.””

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The next morning, you woke up a little stiff. Rachel already had coffee and toast ready.

“Mornin, sunshine!” she greeted.

“Hey,” you softly said. “I think I’m gonna head home.”

“What? Why?”

“I just kind of want to be alone, and I need to start unpacking.”

“Hmm, alright. Are you sure you’ll be okay? I can take a vacation day.”

“No, no, that’s fine. I’ll be fine. I just need to be in my own bed, ya know?”

“Fair enough. Call me if you need anything at all.”

“You know I will,” you promised.

The ride home on the subway and walking seemed exhausting. Once you finally got home though, you threw the suitcases down, promising to unpack later in the day, but for now, you just wanted sleep.

You went to your bed, got undressed to t-shirt and underwear, and crawled in. You were just about to drift back to sleep when a knock at the door came. For a split second, you thought about ignoring it. Maybe it was James, if not, you didn’t care to speak to whoever it was. But, then you realized you needed to be an adult like you told him to be and face this problem. So you got up and went to the door.

“James--” you started as you opened the door.

“So the Scottish prick isn’t here, huh?”