#awards ceremonies aren't the same without him

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield at RSIFF 23

[tomsvouge]

Call it what you want

Summary- You and Joe attend his Heisman ceremony. What you don’t know is that Joe has something up his sleeve for after the ceremony. Warnings: Fluff, References of sex

Being friends with Joe was a reward in itself, but seeing him achieve a goal of a lifetime is worth more than any award there is.

Getting ready in the hotel room in New York City was not on your bucket list for 2019 but hey I was not complaining. Joe was up for the heisman trophy and you could not be more proud of him. Knowing what he has endured up to this moment would make anyone have nothing but respect for him.

Joe and I have been friends since middle school. All I remember is a shy kid hesitant to find a seat somewhere. Calling him over to sit next to me was the best decision I have ever made. Although what I didn't know was I was going to be falling for him as the years went on. each day that went by I always noticed something new about him, like the way he gets all giggly when talking about things he loves, or when he gets tuned vision when he is really really focused on something.

Having these feelings for Joe meant that every little thing made me jealous. Like when girls fond over him or when girls literally come up to him and flirt with him. Before my thoughts took over me I got pulled out by Joe calling my name.

"Y/n!"-Joe

"yea what's up"- you say sitting down the makeup brush.

"Which tie should I pick?"- Joe says holding up two purple ties that look almost identical

"Go with the one without the gold it kinda washes you out"- You say taking the tie from him to put it on him while he laughs at your remark.

"Can't even catch a break on my day huh?"- Joe says shaking his head laughing.

"Hey just because your winning an award doesn't change the fact that your still easy to make fun of."- You say while fixing him up so he looks put together.

"There you go. Nice and proper."- you walking back to finish your makeup

"Thanks and I haven't won anything yet, I'm just a nominee."-Joe says following you and sitting down on the bed next to the vanity watching you apply the finishing touches.

"Oh c'mon, Joe we all know you have this award in the bag. You have had heck of a season and most of all you deserve it more than anyone."- you say turning to him and grabbing his hands.

"Everyone believes in you Joe not just your family. You pretty much have the whole state of Louisiana supporting you tonight as you are their adopted son apparently."-you say as Joe looks up and laughs at the adoption joke.

"Thank you y/n. You always know how to bring my confidence back up."- Joe says looking at you with a little glimmer in his eyes.

"Oh! also can you help me zip up my dress?"-you ask standing up and turning around so my back faces him.

"Yea sure."-Joe says slowly zipping the dress up.

"There. And thank you for always being there, it means a lot."-Joe says while you turn around to look at him.

When turning around you had no idea how close you actually were to Joe, so close that your chest was literal centimeters away from his.

Looking into Joe's eyes gave you a wash of euphoria. Something hat only his can do, and he felt the same way about yours. Every stolen glance he takes at you when you aren't looking and every little gesture he does to show that he cares.

As you guys stared into each others eyes, it was cut short by Robin and Jimmy clearing their throats.

"Time to go guys!"- Robin says as she looks at us smirking.

"Yea okay."- we both say at the same time while they leave the room.

"Wait! Joe before we go gets take a picture."-You say opening the camera app and taking the picture,

"okay lets go y/n, this could turn into a whole photoshoot with you."-joe says laughing and guiding me to the door.

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Walking into the ceremony felt unreal. Before it started we talked to a couple of joes coaches and other nominees.

A few minutes into small taking we were told the ceremony would be broadcasting in a ew minutes and we had to take our seats. before I went to my seat I decided to give Joe some more words of encouragement.

"Hey Joe just remember what I told you in the hotel room, you have all the support in the world right now, win or lose we're so so proud of you."-you say as he was staring u at you with admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you y/n."- He says with a tight lipped smile.

I could tell he was nervous. Joe only smiled like that when he was nervous or when he wanted out of a situation and didn't want to make it awkward.

As I'm walking back to my seat I couldn't help but over hear one of the nominees say that Joe had a good one. Before I could hear joes response people were starting to scramble to their seats for it to start.

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He did it. He won the Heisman for LSU.

As walks up to his family section he hugs each of us. When he gets to me he says something unexpected.

"I love you.."- Joe says as he hugs you and moves on to his dad.

He just told me he loves me. We have said this to each other before but something about this time felt different.

As Joe walks up to give his speech all I could do is tear up. This boy has been through so much and has been knocked down so many times and the is finally proving all those people wrong who ever doubted him in his life.

But one thing that I did not expect to see was Joe cry. I have only seen Joe cry a few times, so little that I could count on one hand. This had really meant a lot to him and you couldn't be any prouder of him.

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After the ceremony and the walk in Times Square, Joe and I decided to head back to our room to celebrate the win by watching movies and drinking some champagne.

The second the door closed I tackled Joe in a hug to the point where he fell back on the bed. Laughing he quickly turned us over on the be. As quickly as he turned us over he jumped off of me.

"Sorry I don't know what I was thinking doing that"- Joe said as he starts to take off his shoes.

"Its fine, You did nothing wrong."- you said

"Im gonna go take a shower right quick, okay?"- you said walking over to the bathroom.

"Okay I'm going to my parents room to do the same."

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Sitting in the bed with Joe you had laughs and mini tickle fights. But as the night went on you had not idea what was about to happen.

"Okay so now that this movie is over I would like to show you a very important video."-joe says grabbing his computer.

"It's not a sex tape is it?"- you say with semi seriousness.

"No no not even close!"-Joe says laughing at you.

"Oh okay."- you say getting comfortable to see what his is about to show you.

"okay, watch"- Joe says starting the video.

The video consisted of memories of me and Joe from when we first met to literally a few hours ago.

"Joe that was so sweet, but why?"-you say looking at him.

"Y/n, you have been in my life since I can remember. Not a single bad memory with you, if anything you make the bad memories seen not so bad. You have been there for me through the really highs but you have also been there for me when I've hit rock bottom. You make me a better person and I'm grateful to have you as a best friend. And I know this might sound weird but I really don't want to be friends with you anymore. I want to be more than friends. So, with that Will you be my girlfriend?"- Joe says as you have tears in your eyes.

Joe... You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that sentence to me."-I say hugging him like my like depended on it.

"So I'll take that as a yes?"- Joe says

"Yes Joe i'll be your girlfriend."- I say leaning in to kiss his lips.

Right as our lips are about to touch Joe pulls away leaving me confused.

"What's wrong?"- You ask looking at him.

"Nothing, but before I forget I have to give you something."- Joe says reaching into the nightstand.

"Here."- he hands me the box

"Joe you didn't have to get me anything."

"Just open the box baby"

I open the box and see a pendant necklace with a "J" on it.

"joey... Its beautiful."

"Just like you. I wanted you to have it even when we are not physically with each other. Look inside."

I look inside and see a photo of me and Joe on the day we met and and an empty side. "What's this side for?"- I say referring to the empty side.

"It's for you to fill, I want you to fill it with your favorite memory of us. I doesn't have to be right now. You don't even have to tell me. just do it when you're ready."- Joe says as I nod.

"Can you put it on me?"-You say turning round.

"Ofc."- He says putting the necklace on me.

"oh and Joe?"

"Yea?"

"I love you too."- I say smiling.

Little did Joe know you filled that empty spot years later with the photo of you him and your baby boy the day you gave birth.

The first pic of the new year!!! Also the start of the Taylor imagines. If you have any recommendations let me know. <3

[carmylasso]

out of the woods (jason sudeikis x reader)

summary: after your boss sets you up on a date with your longest celebrity crush, you were pretty sure that was as wild as your friday was gonna get...turns out you shouldn't be tempting fate.

warnings: anxious thoughts, smutty inclinations, olivia.

a/n: so....i wrote the nanny thing? this is mostly fluffy and a lot self indulgent. obviously the kids are mentioned and will be making appearances in later parts, so if you feel uncomfortable with that, skip this one. 

hope you like it! (you can totally curse me for that ending. i know)

tagging some friends without who this would never see the light of the day @calzone-d @thisismysecondrodeo @tedssweaters

statistically speaking, you shouldn't be nervous: it's not like that's the first time you step into the house – by now you could probably say where everything is stored in that kitchen, or slid a joke over the fact that he's obviously organized the living room a bit before you came over tonight – or as if the man at the stove is a stranger by any means.

however, statistically speaking, the chances of you being here tonight, just you and jason, in a date, were never that great to begin with, so...

no, scratch that. up to 6 months ago, there was simply no starting scenario that ended up here, even if alexi never missed a chance to tease you about him whenever the man was brought up. one downside of being friends your boss, you figure. as the years passed, you gave up "hiding" your stupid, incurable celebrity crush on jason sudeikis, even around her and seth. it was harmless, after all. made your face warm with embarrassment when you overheard plans that included him being made? without a fault, but it usually granted you a night off if the man was coming to the house.

til they sat you down one morning to ask if you'd be interested in meeting his kids, seth's eyes gleaming with mischief as he held his hands together in a plea for you to not forget you loved their boys, who would miss you terribly if you sacked them for a hot, newly single comedian.

the three of you were laughing when you told him to kindly fuck the hell off.

except now jason's here, close enough to touch. he's here, and this feels like a whole lot more than flirty jokes late at night, more than stolen glances after a big award ceremony, his hair a mess, clothes askew. certainly more than the almost kiss that got you here in the first place, the feeling of his hand on the side of your neck as he said if he was gonna kiss you he'd do it properly still burning your skin days later. this is real, it's deliberate.

so fuck statistics, you're a mess.

"i need to tell you something" the voice brings you back to the moment, watching as he sets down a plate full of gooey cookies right by the glass of wine he poured you earlier "i'm a fraude. i actually can't bake to save my life" his face is full of guilt as he drops down on the fluffy carpet, the fabric of his trousers raising goosebumps on the exposed skin of your thighs. "if you said you wanted dinner, that i could work with. dessert...brought out the worst in me, i'm afraid" you're trying not to laugh at the man's proneness to the dramatics when he breaks one of the warm sweets in half, practically moaning around the first bite "worth it. so fucking worth it, yn"

"what did you do? these look amazing" it's chocolate ones, big and melting, your favorite kind.

"asked otis to take a pic of the box last time you got 'em from your favorite place"

"really?"

"i'm a terrible father, i know. in my defense, i did try making a batch before i resorted to cheating with help from my child, i promise you"

"jason! you didn't need to do that. we could have gone for ice-cream or something, that'd be just fine" the thought of him trying and failing to make you your favorite food was all too endearing, sweet and amusing to the same degree.

"you're picturing it right now, aren't you? it wasn't pretty, yn. smoke detectors went off, yet the things were still raw on the inside? i mean, how?" his body turned to you, knees bumping while your eyes trailed the way his long fingers broke bits and pieces of chocolate to bring it to his mouth. "these on the other hand..." you felt caught by the grin spreading over the man's face, so you took a bite too.

"fuck me!" the words rang in your ears a second too late to be taken back. if this wasn't the only thing that made it better somedays– you foresaw a long trip to john's in the near future, always one to drown your sorrows in sweets rather than the often sour taste of alcohol – you'd be cursing the place with more fervor right now.

"see, i had a feeling ice-cream wasn't gonna get me that" you felt yourself warm up when the guy winked at you, voice dropping an octave.

"i hate you" from the way he was still staring, he didn't believe your words for a second: sometimes it was good being a terrible liar, after all. "i'll have you know that the right ice-cream could get you this"

"really? where can i find it? for future reference, i mean"

"you'll be the first to know when i have it locked in. jury's still out" you snook in a little taste from different shops every time you had his babies, but he didn't need the details. if anyone was aware of how hard some days could be, it was him. the media frenzy seemed to get worse every week, not that you were keeping track (you definitely were. it was hard not to, harder once you got to know them)

"i'll be waiting"

was it possible to go through the whole spectrum of emotions in just a few hours? it had always been a silly type of question for you. you felt everything so deeply that switching up was never that easy, but, with some comedy playing on the tv, the nerves cursing through you were far different from the ones earlier: now, sprawled out on his carpet, the knowledge that jase was pressed up close didn't freak you out, it made you relaxed, even if were painfully aware of every little touch, every accidental nudge when laughter made his body shake, head resting on a Frozen themed pillow. you were surrounded by the man: the heat from his body, his scent, the way he pulled you back every time you started to drift away a few inches

you were almost drowning in him, yet all it seemed to do was make matters worse. you should've guessed it: if not for anything else, for the way your stupid heart picked up it's pace whenever you managed to make him laugh over the time you'd known him, the way every weird little thing you learned by being around seemed important. it would never be enough, not when it came to this man, would it?

"i...think i should go" before you got sucked in any deeper.

"wha' happened?" he sat up when you did, back pressed to the couch, eyebrows scrunching together as his mind played back the last couple hours. what had he done wrong? "yn. hey, what's it? was it me? did i do something?"

"no! jason, no. it's fine. you were wonderful" this felt all too easy, was the thing. nothing happened, you hadn't even kissed yet, but here you were, all in your head, getting carried away to some point in the future where this was some sort of routine to your days. stupid. it might feel easy, but it wasn't. it wouldn't be, not out of your naive fantasies, anyway. your phone was on top of the centerpiece, your purse hanging from the coat hack down the hall. good.

"you're running off like the house's on fire, sweetheart. i can't be that good" his laugh was humorless, his eyes earnest as he moved slowly, intertwining your fingers. "i'm sorry"

that did it. the way he was so quick to apologize for something that he didn't even know what was broke you.

"is it okay if i kiss you?" it wasn't much more than a whisper, all the bravado you had melting away when he didn't look away, nodding his head.

"only if you want to" this whole exchange was just short of giving you both whiplash, yet it was better do something insane than it was to just leave. if you kissed him, you would have that. even when he inevitably decided not to see you again. you would know what it felt like. "do you?" it felt like deja vu but it wasn't, his fingers caressing your cheek, the hold steady but gentle, like he knew you needed that point of contact as you brought yourself closer.

he tasted sweet, warm, the kiss tentative, each drag of your mouths together making a shiver run down your spine. for a moment it didn't go any further, then his lips parted a bit and you pushed yourself more into his space, tongue darting out as strong hands rumpled the material of your dress while yours pulled at the hair on the back of his head

one second you were awkwardly kneeling on the floor, trying to breathe and kiss and commit every second of this to memory, the next he was pulling you into him. onto him. like he wanted this as much you did, the scruff from a couple days without shaving causing you to moan into his ear whenever jason drew back to let you breathe, his mouth never leaving you, just diving down to your neck, your collarbone, any patch of skin he could reach without having to let you go before he came back up for more.

"off!" you're sure there's an ebb to be made about all those freaking layers but the one word is all you manage as you pull on the green hoodie he chose for the night, grinning when its out of your way, his sly smile morphing into something darker as you grind yourself into the man's lap, just a bit, seeking friction. he's hard under you, tense, like's he's trying to figure out how far he can take this tonight, how far you want him to. "jas..." whatever was about to follow that whisper of his name gets cut off by the harsh sound of his doorbell.

"fuck's sake" it's a deep groan, head flexing back to look at the ceiling, nervous laugh bubbling in your throat when his hold goes stronger for a second "a fucker, whoever that is. can you please get that?"

"gotta let me up first, sir" seems like a conscious effort to ease his grip, your legs a bit wobbly when you stand up, trying to reorient yourself with arousal burning deep in your veins.

if your knees were unsteady as you walked to the door, he didn't need to know.

"is jason home?" that voice is a like a bucket of icy water over your head, eyes blinking fast at the porch light glow illuminating harsh green eyes raking through you.

olivia. olivia is here. shit.

"yeah, he's..." she pushes you out of the way then, carrying a sleeping daisy in her arms through the hall, otis holding onto the back of her coat til he spots you.

"YN!" his voice is loud and excited, body crashing into yours in a tight grasp "did you know we were coming home?"

if only it was that simple, little guy.

[baekhvuns]

The kid is like 7(?) not sure 😭 idk if he's lucky or extremely unlucky to have a kpoppie mother

That final was nerve-wrecking, I wanted France to do something cause??? Yeah, Mbappe did his best tbh, they would be totally humiliated without him. But this man needs to be humbled down, cause wtf did he say about LATAM and football, huh. He reminds me of young Neymar, I rooted for him initially, but the amount of unprovoked cocky shit he says 🔪 hopefully Mbappe isn't a right-winger as well ☠ (I'm sorry I'm a Neymar anti, babes no love for him and his annoying haircuts in this household)

Please Baek bring an Ateez flag or a Hwa picket to the match so I can recognise you on TV! Ofc USA is getting everything, also why are they even hosting they suck at football. Guess they bought it just like Qatar lmao

Right, I guess that's why the novel is like 800+ chapters long already??? Granted the chapters aren't incredibly long, but still... idk if the sex scenes and kids will ever make it to the webtoon. Latil, girl I know you don't really care for the Harem, but those men are drying out... anyways Baeksy stand back, Tasir is my raccoon drug dealer! I'm currently obsessed with My Derelict Favorite, cause the main guy is so fucking beautiful I- SJDGUSUDHSDHGASGSHBSS it's Seonghwa with long hair 🥰🤪😳

Why are you being Baeksussy again, WHAT CARDS are you about to lay out?! Anyway on the nerd Hwa agenda, the photos with Lego he got, our Lego ambassador and THESE SELFIES gamer Ddeonghwa!!! Wotakoi AU WOTAKOI AU, thanxx for coming to my ted talk

So ummm even more high notes and hardcore choreography? 😭🤨 not sure how to feel about it, but we will see. At least it's not a proper comeback jahushdhshahajhssh. But the title, Halazia??? I'm sorry, but I have to laugh 😭 and what's with the remixes... The ending of Guerrilla sounds cool, but I'm not sure what kind of song it will be. Where did the bandages go, Hwa?! And is he wearing a skiiiiiirt aaaaaa. Yeosang, cover yourself, bby

Was about to send the demonic tongue Seonghwa, what am I seeing 😵 but the video of him smiling, I evaporated 😩

I don't wanna real date why would I fake date, unless it's my dream and I'm fake dating Park Seonghwa

NONONONO THIS CAN'T BE REAL??? 😭😭😭😭

These fucking edits are killing me, why am I having a laughing fit in the middle of the night

C-c-calm down....? one of my friends said, what if housekeeper/handyman Hwa AU. Seonghwa: *does anything*; we insane Shitstars: OMG NEW AU?!?!? - DV 💖

hi hello!!

he kid is like 7(?) not sure 😭 idk if he's lucky or extremely unlucky to have a kpoppie mother

LMFAOOOO no i guess he’s probably in his embarrassing phase where it’s him who’s embarrassing or he thinks his mom is, probs his mom <3 have u ever met him? maybe u guys share the same bias! BDMWHSK ASK HIM

That final was nerve-wrecking, I wanted France to do something cause??? Yeah, Mbappe did his best tbh, they would be totally humiliated without him. But this man needs to be humbled down, cause wtf did he say about LATAM and football, huh. He reminds me of young Neymar, I rooted for him initially, but the amount of unprovoked cocky shit he says 🔪 hopefully Mbappe isn't a right-winger as well ☠ (I'm sorry I'm a Neymar anti, babes no love for him and his annoying haircuts in this household)

no literally i was waiting for a counter attack in the first half?? but they didn’t do nothing?? and the way argentina’s goalkeeper is mad good at intimidating and his mind games?? bro got his hands on two mbappe pen’s, in 18 months made them wc winners?? crazy…123rd min save was woah,, im a fan, richarlison who??? but the number 10 argentinian has a HEAVY weight in football now, do not think any one will fill it in years to come 

les blues must’ve been a massive fight for them to act this cold on pitch 😭😭 yeah! but this dhdhdh NAHHHH BC THE AWARD CEREMONY PART 😭😭 MAN COME ON U NEED HUMBLING ;?1’£~€]£€| i get u didn’t win but at least respect others around, u won last time so it’s fine 😭😭🤚🏼 it was quite embarrassing to watch dhdhdh no bc neymar eventually grew up, mbappe just has this massive amount of power that keeps getting to his head and he can say good bye to the ballon d’or if he keeps being like that,, that psg match where bro wanted that penalty but didn’t get it I DONT UNDERSTAND IF ANY CLUB IN THE WORLD HAS NEYMAR, NO ONE ELSE BUT HIM TAKES THE PENALTIES ??? OKOK DESPITE THE DISLIKE I HAVE OF HIS POLITICAL OPINIONS I CANNOT DENY HIS SKILLS 🤚🏼 he’s an exceptional yet underrated player that gets fouled against, like bro literally getting choked on the field and get’s injuries insanely and then HE get’s the shit no but some of that diving fbwndbwk hilarious to watch dbdbd + BUT HIS POLITICAL OPINIONS 🔫🔫 

pls also see this entire post bc IM CRYINF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT EVFKE

Please Baek bring an Ateez flag or a Hwa picket to the match so I can recognise you on TV! Ofc USA is getting everything, also why are they even hosting they suck at football. Guess they bought it just like Qatar lmao

U BET HRKWHDKWJCCK I SIGNED UP FOR IT 😭😭 hopefully the teams i wanna see actually get that location or id collapse but will go the finals dbdb,, trying to meet mbappe to humble him mayhaps <33 bestie would i rly bring a hwa pc to a match, yes i would. nah bc u.s would be a bad idea tbh 😭😭 if british + americans get together u know someone will get arrested plus they’d give alcohol too it’ll be a mess to see, pre sure the final is in california too

Right, I guess that's why the novel is like 800+ chapters long already??? Granted the chapters aren't incredibly long, but still... idk if the sex scenes and kids will ever make it to the webtoon. Latil, girl I know you don't really care for the Harem, but those men are drying out... anyways Baeksy stand back, Tasir is my raccoon drug dealer! I'm currently obsessed with My Derelict Favorite, cause the main guy is so fucking beautiful I-SJDGUSUDHSDHGASGSHBSS it's Seonghwa with long hair 🥰🤪😳

YEAH??? personally don’t think it should’ve dragged on for that long bc damn??? the time to read it?? do not have <//3 it was good at the beginning but latil is just dry atp,, HEKQDHWK MEN ARE DRYING OUT FOR HER LITERALLY DBDBDB

now hold on.

Why are you being Baeksussy again, WHAT CARDS are you about to lay out?! Anyway on the nerd Hwa agenda, the photos with Lego he got, our Lego ambassador and THESE SELFIES gamer Ddeonghwa!!! Wotakoi AU WOTAKOI AU, thanxx for coming to my ted talk

☺️☺️ HELLO <33 BDBDBDNS WANTED A DIOR AMBASSADORSHIP BUT NOW A LEGO ONE SOUNDS PRETTY GOOD 😭😭😭 lego korea need to make a ateez x lego collab where the figurines are all of them, will 100% get the hwa one. GAMER HWA UR ONTO SOMETHING ANON

So ummm even more high notes and hardcore choreography? 😭🤨 not sure how to feel about it, but we will see. At least it's not a proper comeback jahushdhshahajhssh. But the title, Halazia??? I'm sorry, but I have to laugh 😭 and what's with the remixes... The ending of Guerrilla sounds cool, but I'm not sure what kind of song it will be. Where did the bandages go, Hwa?! And is he wearing a skiiiiiirt aaaaaa. Yeosang, cover yourself, bby

here we go again fhwjdhsjjck when the track list teaser dropped i thought it was an edit tbh 😭😭😭 halazia it is 😭😭 i wonder how they’ll incorporate in the lyrivs fbsndbsn and remixes! yay! yg! WHERE THE BANDAGES GO?? TO CHOI SAN BC WHAAT 👁👁 uh! new show!

Was about to send the demonic tongue Seonghwa, what am I seeing 😵 but the video of him smiling, I evaporated 😩

no bc what are we seeing on the tl these days,,, selfies galore vs demons galore aM I COMPLAINING? NO DBSNBDS

omf since we were talking about krystal, she is in fact, the OG IT GIRL, the aura, she defines the word aura, cold and warm at the same time 🫡 what an idol 🫡 need her back

I don't wanna real date why would I fake date, unless it's my dream and I'm fake dating Park Seonghwa

SEE NOW REALISTICALLY SPEAKING lowering expectations bc no one like seonghwa 😔 manifesting an etl for u not for me bc i think id get so annoyed it would turn into enemies to fight real fast

NONONONO THIS CAN'T BE REAL??? 😭😭😭😭 /// These fucking edits are killing me, why am I having a laughing fit in the middle of the night

IM????? WOOYOUNG??? YEOSANG???? SEONGHWA??? HONGJGONGBGBF IT LITERALLY IS DISCURSTING 😭😭WHAT IS GOING ON IN ATINYVILE WHAT ARE THESE EDITS FBWNDBWM

C-c-calm down....? one of my friends said, what if housekeeper/handyman Hwa AU. Seonghwa: *does anything*; we insane Shitstars: OMG NEW AU?!?!? - DV 💖

o-okay bob the builder? SEONGHWA BOB THE BUILDER AU FBWMFBWMDJWK NO UR RIGHT UR RIGHT 😭😭😭

🧍🏻‍♀️ anon

why is this man so dramatic 😭😭acting like he touched a stove or something,, im on seulgi’s side, supporting women’s rights and wrongs

had a little moment over him actually

ANON?? THE BOYCOTT ACTUALLY WORKING??

[xx-ashes-xx]

Rival!Enhypen reacting to where they lock eyes with you at a party

The original request was 'enemy' but I don't really know how to implement that without it being like spies or gangs, a few of them are actually enemies I think but most of them are rivals. I don't really have experience in writing that so I hope you're happy with this instead. I'm sorry if this is not what you wanted and I'll try to properly write what you want if you decide to submit a request next time!

Honestly, this one is the same as the last, I had a few good ideas for some members while others I didn't. And I believe that some of these reactions aren't how Enhypen would actually act. A few of them are AUs as well so keep that in mind. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2127

Genre: I honestly don't know, drama ig, maybe a bit of romance and fluff. Probably crack too

Warnings: Cursing, a bit of NSFW, reader is female in a few of these

Disclaimers: This is only writing. Enhypen may or may not act this way and this is not accurate to the members' personalities, this is only how I think they'll act and react, please read with that in mind. If you don't like my work don't interact then.

Heeseung:

It was a business party/award ceremony

You and Heeseung were CEOs of rival companies

They were about to announce which one of you was the better company

You stared, impatiently, hoping to win the award

"And the best sales company goes to.. (Heeseung's company name)!"

Your face dropped

You looked over at him and he was smirking while looking at the MC

He then looked at you and his smirk grew wider

"That little shit.." you whispered under your breath

He stood up and went up to get his award

While you glared at him

His speech was about as you expected

Until

"Lastly, I want to thank my love for motivating me to be better, for motivating me to work harder."

He then made eye contact with you

And winked

You were a bit confused

He never did this before

Was he just teasing

He probably was

But still

At the after-party, you took his hand and went to a private area

"What was that last part of your speech about?"

"What do you mean?"

"'My love?' Since when was I 'your love?'"

"Well, since now."

He pulled you in by the waist and kissed you

Let's say you were convinced to be his after that

You two both joined companies

With him still being CEO and you being CFO

Jay:

It was senior prom

You and Jay were academic rivals

With you being 1st and him being 2nd

You would always taunt him about it

Leading to the start of an argument

You two went with different people

You with the guy you've been seeing at the time

And he with his friends

Throughout your school years, he has never dated anybody or showed interest in anybody

Even when he was asked out by any attractive girls

You always thought it was because he thought he was out of their league

But when you two locked eyes across the dance floor

You felt a swell in your chest

With your face heating up a bit

And back straightening

You never felt this at any other time you met eyes with him

But maybe it was the way he looked in the suit

I mean you saw him in a suit multiple times already at competitions or senior pictures

Or maybe it was the way his black hair was parted

He would switch hair colors from time to time but tonight he dyed it back to black

You shook those thoughts away and looked back at him

Only to see him walk toward you

He stopped in front of you and nervously cleared his throat

"May I have a dance?" He asked

"U-Uh.. sure.." You answered

It was odd, to say the least

You two were a bit awkward, stiff even

"We should be more comfortable after knowing each other for our entire high school years." He commented

"Right.."

You stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands slithered around your waist

"Luh-Like this?"

"I-If you're comfortable."

You couldn't look him in the eye, looking off somewhere else to avoid a blush forming.

"Um- I have something important to tell you."

"What is it?" You asked

"I'm in love with you." He blurted out

"When I saw you in your dress, I couldn't think straight. You look beautiful and whenever I'm near you it gets hard to breathe... Maybe that's why I'm always in second place." He joked

"O-Oh."

You thought back to whenever you were with Jay

You always catch yourself staring but always brushed it off as analyzing him

Maybe you had feelings too

You looked him in the eye

He was blushing and you felt yours forming

"W-Well take me out on a date first. Then we'll see."

He grinned widely

"Alright."

Jake:

It was at an idol afterparty

You and Jake were always compared to each other, having similar skills

So you two were basically rivals in the industry

You were chatting with a few friends from other groups when something caught your eye

Jake just walked in, with his shirt unbuttoned

You stared at his torso for a bit before looking back up to see him looking at you

Smirking

You became embarrassed and quickly looked away

A few seconds later, you felt a tap on your shoulder

You looked over and it was Jake

"Can we talk privately?" (Oh god even this is making me a bit shy)

"Oh uh, sure!"

You went to a private room

A bedroom that is ;))

"So.. what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, people have always compared us. And I want to settle things."

"Oh? How?? Do you want to arm wrestle or do jumping jacks or have a dance-off?" You joked

"Those could be good options... Why didn't I think of that?"

You laughed

"No, I thought that maybe we could.. wrestle."

"Wrestle?"

"Well you're quite attractive.. and my type. And there's a bed here."

Oh.

He meant that type of wrestling

It was a bit strange

But I mean

Jake is asking you to 'wrestle' with him

Why not?

Let's say

It was something else

A whole new experience for you

After, you exchanged numbers

And didn't mind being compared to Jake

Because now you both knew who was better

At least, better in bed. (LMAO)

Sunghoon:

You two were ice skaters

And currently competing to be the best in your city

You just finished your routine

And when you looked up

Sunghoon was in front of you

With his jaw slightly opened

Causing you to smirk

You bowed to the judges and to the audience

Who threw you penguin plushies

You picked a few up before heading off the rink

You headed to your coach and drank some water when Sunghoon walked up

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You did great out there."

"Thanks."

"Can we meet up for coffee or something sometime?"

"Why?"

"Well... I want to learn a bit about your techniques. Just ice skating things I want to talk about."

"Oh, Uhm, sure."

"Cool."

He smiled

"My coach will give you my number since it's about to be my turn... Wish me luck?"

"Ha, sure." You chuckled

He rolled his eyes and went inside the rink

You watch him perform and just wow

He looked so.. handsome

Maybe his offer of coffee sometime wasn't a bad thing

Because you two might be interested in each other instead of 'just ice skating things you two wanted to talk about'

Sunoo:

You two had the same friends but didn't get along

Every time one of you would mention something, the other would try to one-up it

And believe me when I say it was irritating

You both were at a mutual friend's birthday party

Your friend was considered rich, as her parents rented out a ballroom for her 19th birthday

You and Sunoo sat at tables far away from each other

Glancing at each other from time to time

At the end of the party, your whole friend group met up to chat about the party at the photobooth

You were happily chatting with a friend when you glanced at Sunoo, with who you locked eyes with

He looked at you with that sickeningly sweet grin and eye smile

You gotta admit it, he looks cute whenever he smiles

After a bunch of friends went home, it was you, Sunoo, and a few others who decided to stay a bit more

They were talking to each other while you and Sunoo were both talking to no one, on your phones

You decided to be the one who started the conversation

"Hey Sunoo.. how did our friendship become like this? How did it even start?"

"I.. honestly don't remember why... Do you want to start over?"

"Yeah sure."

You and Sunoo exchanged socials and numbers after that

And started hanging out more

And found out that you two agreed on a lot of things and had a lot in common

You two basically became best friends after that and were a lot closer to each other than everybody else in your two's friend group

Some might say, you got together

Who knows ;)))

Jungwon:

He loved cats, you hated them

You loved dogs, he wasn't that fond of them

The classic cat and dog opposites

You were cheerful, loud, easily excited, dumb at times, a golden retriever basically

He was calm, intelligent, quiet, a bit emotionless sometimes, like a cat

And that led to many arguments between the two of you

You didn't like how he barely reacts to anything, how it seemed like he didn't care and how insensitive he can be

While he didn't like how loud you can get and how dumb you can be at times

You and a few friends decided to go out

To a cat cafe

Now you only go to dog cafes

So this was the first time you're going to a cat cafe

At first, you declined but then a bit of spamming from your friends of cute cat pictures convinced you

You walked in only to see Jungwon working as the cashier

Staring right back at you

You quickly looked away and sat down with your friends

You guys ordered and then everybody split off to play with some cats

While you were at the table, sitting awkwardly

Jungwon noticed this and came up with an idea

He picked up a gray cat and headed over to your table

"Hey Y/N, why aren't you going out to play with the cats?"

He sat down next to you, with the gray cat laying on his lap

"You know why."

He smirked at your words

"Here then, play with Smokey."

He picked up the gray cat from his lap and set him on yours

You stiffened, not knowing what to do

"Just pet him."

You cautiously placed your hand on the back of Smokey, petting him gently

"You're acting as if he's going to scratch you. Don't worry, he's one of the older cats and is very chill."

"Oh."

You and Jungwon talked as you got more comfortable petting Smokey and playing with him

"I didn't know you were so nice to talk to."

"Maybe if you weren't so loud at school, I would've been."

You rolled your eyes at his reply

You and Jungwon got closer after that

He even confessed that he liked being around you

You two acted like a couple, making everyone believe that you two were dating

Even though you weren't

But hey

Opposites attract

Ni-ki:

Ni-ki was the class clown

He was irritating to be around

At least that's how you felt

He would always bother you

Only you

Asking dumb questions

Messing with your stuff

Or be annoyingly too close to you

You were at lunch with friends

Venting about Ni-ki and how you wanted to rip out your hair because of him

"Speaking of the devil."

You turned your head and saw Ni-ki acting the same way with another girl

You were a bit relieved that he wasn't only doing it to you anymore

But a little jealous

Since him acting that way towards you

Was a bit special

Because only he acted that way with you

You stared until he looked over at you

Giving you that stupid smirk

You rolled your eyes and looked away, going back to talk to your friends

Everything was going nicely until you heard a slam in front of you

It was Ni-ki

"Oh god, you're bothering me at lunch now too?

"Well, you're my favorite girl."

Your friends made 'ooo' sounds in response while you became red

"Honestly Ni-ki, can you quit it? I've had enough of you."

You got up and walked out of the cafeteria, you were walking to the vending machines until someone grabbed your arm and turned you around

Again, Ni-ki

He pinned you to the nearest wall

His left hand was next to your head while his right hand was still holding your arm

He let go of your arm and put it next to your head as well, leaning down so his face was in front of yours

"Seriously? Leave me alone-"

He suddenly kissed you

In front of people

Not gonna lie, you quite liked it

But was never going to admit it

You broke the kiss and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows

"I like you."

"Well if you like me, then you shouldn't have annoyed me and treated me like entertainment. I'm still pissed at you."

"I'll make it up then, another kiss."

You caved in after that, admitting to yourself that he was a bit attractive

Soon you didn't mind Ni-ki bothering you

Hell, he even became a bit sweeter after that

Safe to say, you became a couple by the end of the month

[spidxysense]

Back to You | 14

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet

A/N: Yay I updated! I hope you guys like this one, I was stuck for a bit there but once I sat down and got to typing, I really finished it in one sitting. I was just planning on updating it bit by bit lol. Let me know what you guys think, Love you!!!!!!

Word count: 2,591

Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

In a few short months of your movie premier with Timothee, you were finally able to release your double-release album, and the response was massive, to say the least. You'd been getting calls from different show hosts' upcoming awarding ceremonies. Still, you couldn't for life in you accept, all except for the Oscars, which your manager told you was a must since you'd be attending in the first place anyway and that performing at the Oscars was a big deal given that you also starred in films and shows.

You turned in bed, facing Timothee's sleeping face. He had been in town for a week now, back on a break from filming in Hungary. Then he'd be back to film in England in a couple of weeks. After your talk on your premiere night, it was to an agreement that whatever you had going on was just two people exploring and experiencing things with someone they had strong feelings for. There wasn't a need for a media circus to cover anything about you two except your movie.

You move his arm, placed it over your waist, and sit up slowly in bed, making sure not to stir Timothee. The jetlag must be shit. You stretched your arms in front of you, glancing at the clock that read 2:07 AM. You get up, grabbing Timothee's white shirt from the floor, and, putting it on, walking over to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, touching some of the reddening parts of your neck courtesy of Timothee, and then you notice the toothbrushes… there were two. From this single thing alone, it had you catching everything about the bathroom, how there were two towels, one black, and one violet, which just so happened to be your favorite color.

You walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, putting on your skinny jeans, turning on the lamp, and noticing his wallet. Inside was a picture of you. Opening the closet doors, the ones hung up were various suits, jackets, and even dresses you've worn to events. Why didn't he just send these back? Why would he let you keep your stuff in his house?

You drag your feet downstairs, noticing small details you'd been blind to before, like the large dog bed positioned by the door despite Timothee telling you he could only ever get himself to take care of a tiny dog. You noticed the colored mugs and bowls, a deep dull navy blue color, the same as the ones in your house. Suddenly, everything feels as if it's moving too fast. You both agreed there was no relationship, and there was attraction, but why does his home feel like it's become yours as well?

You sit down, taking a few deep breaths before deciding to stand up and grab your cardigan from the coathanger, opening the front door and closing it behind you as you waited for a taxi to bring you to the more active part of the city at night.

You just couldn't deal with a relationship right now. You couldn't let your heart get broken again, so you have to find ways to distract yourself.

The car stops in front of you, driving off into the night and dropping you off by a club that Troye agreed to meet you at.

You and Timothee had an attraction, but you both agreed there was no label; ergo, there was no intimate relationship even though you both have done everything together. No boyfriend means you were free to do whatever you wanted without worrying about him. But if you were honest with yourself, this was more of you suggesting something you already knew Timothee wasn't too keen on agreeing with but would just because he thought that having something with you was better than absolutely nothing. You saw Troye waiting out by the back entrance for you when he spotted you and called you over. Almost like clockwork, every time you snuck out away from Timothee, everything in you screamed to turn back, to clear your head, and for the first time, you listened.

You motioned for Troye to go ahead and sent him a text that you'd probably just head home because you weren't feeling well. He gave you a knowing look before looking like he finally approved of your actions and sent you a quick and short 'Good." text, and headed inside.

You walked around for a while after that. Soon it was already just about 5 in the morning, and even though you wouldn't let yourself come to any conclusion as to what you even wanted out of this almost relationship with Timothee, you still found yourself back at his front door.

You took out the keys in your pocket, slowly opening the door only to find Timothee sat on the couch, his knees up to his chest as he stared off into space, either deep in thought or trying to keep himself awake… maybe even both.

When he saw you enter, a soft smile formed on his face, and for some reason, that made you smile too.

"Hey, you." He spoke softly.

You sat down quietly next to him, instantly he set his feet on the ground and reached over to embrace you in a hug, the familiar scent of Timothee that never left you that evening even more evident… It felt and smelled familiar, and right now, while your mind was a mess, familiarity was what you needed.

Timothee lifted his head, worried, "Hey, are you alright?"

You sighed, "I don't want to hurt you."

He murmured quietly into your neck as he peppered kisses, "You could never."

You pulled away, feeling guilt in your bones, "Aren't you even a little bit frustrated that we've been like this for months? That even in private, we can't even say that we're in a relationship?"

You gave you a reassuring look, "We both wanted this Y/N."

You sat up, "Except we didn't… You didn't." You corrected yourself, "You're bringing your mother to the fucking Oscars next month because I told you we couldn't be seen together at carpets for Pete's sake."

You stood up, starting to pace back and forth, "We have to coordinate outfits for the sake of not matching, and we never go out because I can't be seen with you in fear that we're going to get found out. I'm a terrible fucking person, and I don't understand how you're so okay with this."

Timothee was grinning, sleep still in his eyes, "I'm okay with it because I love you, Y/N."

You froze in your spot, "You what?"

He nodded and got up, walking over to you. The blue light of the early morning peaking through the curtain made this moment feel and look ethereal, "I said I love you, Y/N. I've known that I loved you from the moment I met you." He kissed the top of your head as he embraced you.

You shook your head, "No, no, no, you don't. I'll even list more shit I've done to you just so you understand how and why you don't love me."

Timothee chuckled, "And yet despite all this... all that's registering in my head is the fact that you've been thinking of me and only me this whole time. You've been worried about how you're hurting me because you don't want to."

And that's when you realized that Timothee was right. This whole time you've been thinking of Timothee and how much you wanted to protect him from you, but he never wanted to be protected from you because he knew that you could never hurt him. You rested your forehead against his.

"I-I need to go. I need to think."

He smiled sadly, "I'll be here when you're ready. I'll always be here Y/N until you don't want me to be here anymore."

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You sat in your house, since leaving Timothee's earlier, you had been sat there lost in thought as you argued with yourself. It was true, the last thing you wanted was to hurt Timothee, but you were confused because it's like you couldn't understand your feelings. After all, a particular person still held a large part of it in his hands.

Timothee was there for you. Late night at the recording studio, whether through being there physically or even calling you or skyping you, he was always there. He was there with you when you bought all your albums from Target, and he was also the one who insisted you find another target that hasn't sold out your CDs so he could buy all of them too. Timothee was there with you when you had interviews that you almost felt like you could puke from nervousness backstage as he watched you talk about another celebrity you were getting linked to, and he was there with you to giggle about how stupid talk shows were. Timothee was always there. Whether it was dancing, kissing, or even fighting in the rain, he was always with you. He always wanted you around. Even when you rode the subway to get to a press conference of his or a promo for his upcoming movie, he always wanted you with him. He'd run with you in the rain, and he'd kiss away the sadness when you didn't want to speak with him. He was there with you when you get the sudden urge to buy all the popsicles from the nearest whole foods, and he was there with you when you got sick with the flu, which he also got from you. You'd spend afternoons walking around a far-off hill as you two put flowers in your hair despite knowing that you two probably had your busy schedules. Nothing mattered when you were with Timothee. Nothing mattered except each other. A part of you felt hurt that these memories you had kept of you and Tom were slowly being replaced by everything Timothee, but a large part of you also knew that the person you have now had no doubt that you couldn't ignore your feelings. You couldn't have to take Timothee out of your life.

Making up your mind, you got up, got dressed, and left for where you were sure you would find Tom.

He was in the middle of filming a new movie, but the second he saw you, he immediately asked to stop filming, a familiar, loving face plastered on as he walked over to you before being stopped by the director. They looked to be having a bit of a disagreement before he pointed you out, and the director looked at you in realization, patting him on the back and allowing him to jog over to you.

"Hey." You paused, your hand grasping your arm, and Tom took notice right away.

His eyebrows furrowed, "Hey, what's wrong?" He pulls you to sit by the curb as you two sat side by side, "You only do that when you're having a hard time saying something."

You gave him a look, "Well… I came here to ask you if it was alright if I try things out with Timothee."

He looked taken aback, "Oh, well, honestly, I thought you came by to sort things out between us…." He took notice of the way you looked down in guilt, "I don't think you could do anything with another guy that wouldn't upset me… but I don't really get that prerogative anymore, Y/N." He sighed, wrapping an arm around you to comfort you, "The fact is, you're trying to grow into who you've always wanted to be, and I'm trying to do that too for the sake of us and what we could be. If that means that you need or want to date someone again, I'll fully support you, but the most important thing is, does he make you happy?"

You sighed, looking out onto the filming lot, and nodded slowly, not noticing the slight upset look on Tom's face, "I catch myself sometimes smiling to myself when I think of him… But it's like I can't do anything because I don't want to let go of what we had."

Tom took a gulp, deciding that what was important right now was you, more than what he wanted, "What we had and what we were isn't important anymore Y/N. I'm working towards what we could become. What we had was co-dependency and a constant need to be in each other's presence to prove that what we had was perfect. I want us to find each other again in the future and know that no matter how far apart we are, if hopefully, we get together again, there is nobody in this world we'll love more… and that's what I'm encouraging you to do. I want to grow with you and grow for each other, and if that means you dating other people to understand yourself more, then I support you."

You looked at Tom for a second before hugging him and pecking him on the cheek, "I really needed that, Tom. Thank you."

He hugged you tighter, "Anytime. I'll always be here for you, Y/N."

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You gripped your seat in the car in pure nerves. You were on your way to the Oscars with your assistant constantly telling you about your performance and what not to mess up and things to remember, especially about reporters who wanted an interview with you. To say you were all nerves today was an understatement. You hadn't spoken to Timothee ever since you told him you needed time to think, so today would be the first time you would ever come face to face with him. You thought long and hard about everything between the two of you. Still, you think you're finally ready to actually put some time and effort into this… and if that meant doing things that would significantly make Timothee happy, then you'd do it.

Your assistant watched a live feed from the Oscars as she gave you updates on how Armie was on the carpet. Saoirse was on the carpet, talking about how she hoped to make a movie with you and various other stars. You were a few minutes away from the carpet when she spoke up again.

"Timothee has just arrived." then she looked at her phone and back at you, doing a double-take as you gave her a sheepish smile, all she could do was smile approvingly at you before going back to giving you live updates.

A few minutes later, and your heart didn't feel like it was going to slow down anytime soon as your assistant gave you a pep talk, "Y/N. You are gonna rock that carpet, you'll turn heads, and most importantly, you're gonna be the talk of the night. There is nothing that could go wrong tonight. Just take deep breaths and don't trip."

Luckily you were still coherent enough to understand what she said as you took deep breaths to calm your nerves.

"Alright, three… two… one." The door flew open as one of the large men in suits grabbed your hand and helped you out. Your dress was not providing you much flexibility to move, and for almost 15 seconds, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as everyone was quiet. You found Timothee busy with an interview as the crowd looked from you to him, the topic on everyone's minds for the past few months. As if this were the only proof they needed, they held their cameras in their hands as they snapped pictures of you and a commotion started as they started asking for Timothee.

You think you gave them a quick, charming grin as you told them he was in an interview before walking towards the interviewer and Timothee. She was the first to notice while Timothee talked about how his mom stood him up as his Oscars date, something you arranged a week earlier and something Timothee's mom was more than happy to comply to.

The interviewer looks ecstatic as the only one and the first one on this carpet to get whatever the scoop was here, as she wasted no time when you slowly approached them, "Timothee! You said you were stood up, but you never told us that your backup would be late!"

Timothee shot her a confused look before he felt your arm slowly snake around his arm, "Sorry I'm late." You quickly whispered to him.

His face looked shocked. Almost as if a reflex, he almost pulled away from you before getting a good look at what you were wearing. His jaw looked like it would drop to the floor as he looked utterly awestruck.

The interviewer giggled nervously, already knowing her interview time was slowly coming to an end without any payoff to the two of you, "Timothee, you look to be speechless at Y/N's dress tonight." She looked at you hopefully, "Could everyone here assume this is date night?"

You smiled shyly at the lady before giving her a tiny curt nod, "I know it's a bit cliche to match outfits, but when I saw that Timothee was going to wear a harness, I just couldn't let him take all the attention for tonight, so I apologize, but I've kept this secret from him too just to make sure he doesn't do anything to take the spotlight, that's why he looks like he's just had a heart attack." you giggled.

He gave a quick, playful tilted look to you before blinking multiple times, "In my defense, I didn't even know that this was a harness... They told me this was a bib."

"Bib or not, you two look like the sexiest couple on the carpet, and I just so happen to be the luckiest interviewer tonight." The interviewer looked ecstatic as can be as she jumps up, more energetic to interview the two of you, "And well, Y/N, one look at you, and it's hard to believe anyone would still have the ability to speak. You look gorgeous." She winked at the camera, "But I can't help but notice you just confirmed this is date night… Is it safe to assume what everyone has been wondering for the past few months? That you two are dating?"

Somehow, Timothee finally snaps out of it and looks at you, a questioning look before you leaned over and spoke into the mic, "Yeah. We're together. We have been for a while now." You smiled sheepishly as you saw Timothee's face glow as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "I apologize for keeping quiet for so long, but we think it's the right time to go public now that we've decided to take things to a more serious level."

The interviewer waves a hand in the air, "As long as you two let us in on the secret, there's no problem there." She faced the camera, "You heard it here first, folks. Hollywood's newest and hottest up and coming power couple. From both Y/N and Timothee themselves, now going public with their relationship."

As you two walked away from the interviewer for more pictures, Timothee embraced you, uncaring of the cameras flashing in your faces, "Are you serious?"

You nodded slowly, "I'm ready to be with you completely, Timothee. I'm sorry I took so long."

He shook his head like a puppy, "As long as you're here with me now, Y/N, I don't care."

He pulled away at the sound of your name and his in the same sentence as the photographers asked for your attention. He quickly kisses you on the cheek as you shut your eyes and grinned, cameras going off and commotion started up at you two, the young hot couple everyone had wanted more details on.

Timothee clutched your waist tightly, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, this would all go back to how everything was before.

Before entering the venue, he pulled you to the side, "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to force yourself."

You shook your head, guiding his head to yours, "I think I'm in love with you too, Timothee. I'm all in with you." And then you kissed him.

[termytheantisocialbutterfly]

My problem here is that I see no evidence that that's the case? As a writer heavily within the speculative fiction genre, no one actually within the genre has had much to say except 1) it seems highly inappropriate and ridiculous to bring up a long dead author at an awards ceremony and 2) we need to discuss Lovecraft's racism when discussing his work. Almost no one (save the same very vocal crowd that has a lot to say about a lot of different subjects they aren't very involved with) has said that his work is entirely without merit and should be written out of memory. There's plenty of speculative fiction which doesn't prescribe to any of the things you describe, I can name a few right off the top of my head. You're making the mistake of assuming that, because a conversation exists, that means that's the only conversation that's taking place. It's not. It's never been.

On too of this, I see no evidence of any movement towards discussions of author's race over the merit of his work. Just discussing an author's race is not proof that that's the only thing that anyone cares about and it's ridiculous to say so. Saying "it's quite telling that an awards show with so many talented black and asian writers spoke so heavily about long dead and highly racist white authors instead" is not the same as saying that those writers skills are only valid because of their race.

I also have a personal stake in this, I've loved science fiction for my entire life. Saying "hey actually these writers were kind of shitty people and that had an effect on their work" is not and never has been the same as saying that that work is without merit. I may hate Stephen King but his effect on horror is undeniable and that is an important conversation to have.

Being afraid that your work won't be accepted because of your political beliefs is the worst excuse I've ever seen to say "actually we shouldn't think discuss the author's prejudices and intents, we should just say they write good".

All of you want to talk about critics getting their rocks off but, as someone deeply involved in literary circles and in the reading of literary texts, literally no one is getting their rocks off writing these things. They're writing them to start a discussion. It is an invitation to conversation and everyone outside of literary circles wants to treat it like an attack on their literary fav. Lovecraft is dead, he doesn't care, and no one is attacking him by talking about things that are literally true. The conversation is important and can not be ignored.

can we just talk about the hugo awards talking at length about hp lovecraft and how great his writing is despite the hugo awards being a current awards ceremony for current writers in science fiction and fantasy and lovecraft having been dead for like 83 years???

[stanic-ph]

The Emperor's New Clothes

Denmark

Many years ago there lived an emperor who loved beautiful new clothes so much that he spent all his money on being finely dressed. His only interest was in going to the theater or in riding about in his carriage where he could show off his new clothes. He had a different costume for every hour of the day. Indeed, where it was said of other kings that they were at court, it could only be said of him that he was in his dressing room!

One day two swindlers came to the emperor's city. They said that they were weavers, claiming that they knew how to make the finest cloth imaginable. Not only were the colors and the patterns extraordinarily beautiful, but in addition, this material had the amazing property that it was to be invisible to anyone who was incompetent or stupid.

"It would be wonderful to have clothes made from that cloth," thought the emperor. "Then I would know which of my men are unfit for their positions, and I'd also be able to tell clever people from stupid ones." So he immediately gave the two swindlers a great sum of money to weave their cloth for him.

They set up their looms and pretended to go to work, although there was nothing at all on the looms. They asked for the finest silk and the purest gold, all of which they hid away, continuing to work on the empty looms, often late into the night.

"I would really like to know how they are coming with the cloth!" thought the emperor, but he was a bit uneasy when he recalled that anyone who was unfit for his position or stupid would not be able to see the material. Of course, he himself had nothing to fear, but still he decided to send someone else to see how the work was progressing.

"I'll send my honest old minister to the weavers," thought the emperor. He's the best one to see how the material is coming. He is very sensible, and no one is more worthy of his position than he.

So the good old minister went into the hall where the two swindlers sat working at their empty looms. "Goodness!" thought the old minister, opening his eyes wide. "I cannot see a thing!" But he did not say so.

The two swindlers invited him to step closer, asking him if it wasn't a beautiful design and if the colors weren't magnificent. They pointed to the empty loom, and the poor old minister opened his eyes wider and wider. He still could see nothing, for nothing was there. "Gracious" he thought. "Is it possible that I am stupid? I have never thought so. Am I unfit for my position? No one must know this. No, it will never do for me to say that I was unable to see the material."

"You aren't saying anything!" said one of the weavers.

"Oh, it is magnificent! The very best!" said the old minister, peering through his glasses. "This pattern and these colors! Yes, I'll tell the emperor that I am very satisfied with it!"

"That makes us happy!" said the two weavers, and they called the colors and the unusual pattern by name. The old minister listened closely so that he would be able say the same things when he reported back to the emperor, and that is exactly what he did.

The swindlers now asked for more money, more silk, and more gold, all of which they hid away. Then they continued to weave away as before on the empty looms.

The emperor sent other officials as well to observe the weavers' progress. They too were startled when they saw nothing, and they too reported back to him how wonderful the material was, advising him to have it made into clothes that he could wear in a grand procession. The entire city was alive in praise of the cloth. "Magnifique! Nysseligt! Excellent!" they said, in all languages. The emperor awarded the swindlers with medals of honor, bestowing on each of them the title Lord Weaver.

The swindlers stayed up the entire night before the procession was to take place, burning more than sixteen candles. Everyone could see that they were in a great rush to finish the emperor's new clothes. They pretended to take the material from the looms. They cut in the air with large scissors. They sewed with needles but without any thread. Finally they announced, "Behold! The clothes are finished!"

The emperor came to them with his most distinguished cavaliers. The two swindlers raised their arms as though they were holding something and said, "Just look at these trousers! Here is the jacket! This is the cloak!" and so forth. "They are as light as spider webs! You might think that you didn't have a thing on, but that is the good thing about them."

"Yes," said the cavaliers, but they couldn't see a thing, for nothing was there.

"Would his imperial majesty, if it please his grace, kindly remove his clothes." said the swindlers. "Then we will fit you with the new ones, here in front of the large mirror."

The emperor took off all his clothes, and the swindlers pretended to dress him, piece by piece, with the new ones that were to be fitted. They took hold of his waist and pretended to tie something about him. It was the train. Then the emperor turned and looked into the mirror.

"Goodness, they suit you well! What a wonderful fit!" they all said. "What a pattern! What colors! Such luxurious clothes!"

"The canopy to be carried above your majesty awaits outside," said the grandmaster of ceremonies.

"Yes, I am ready!" said the emperor. "Don't they fit well?" He turned once again toward the mirror, because it had to appear as though he were admiring himself in all his glory.

The chamberlains who were to carry the train held their hands just above the floor as if they were picking up the train. As they walked they pretended to hold the train high, for they could not let anyone notice that they could see nothing.

The emperor walked beneath the beautiful canopy in the procession, and all the people in the street and in their windows said, "Goodness, the emperor's new clothes are incomparable! What a beautiful train on his jacket. What a perfect fit!" No one wanted it to be noticed that he could see nothing, for then it would be said that he was unfit for his position or that he was stupid. None of the emperor's clothes had ever before received such praise.

"But he doesn't have anything on!" said a small child.

"Good Lord, let us hear the voice of an innocent child!" said the father, and whispered to another what the child had said.

"A small child said that he doesn't have anything on!"

Finally everyone was saying, "He doesn't have anything on!"

The emperor shuddered, for he knew that they were right, but he thought, "The procession must go on!" He carried himself even more proudly, and the chamberlains walked along behind carrying the train that wasn't there.