#i know the whole point of moodboards is the aesthetic but oh my god…. the aesthetic

[sweetmariihs2]

🪄My thoughts on Cedric The Sorcerer🌙 (until now)

(not that anyone cares idk i just wanna talk about him, it's a lot of random thoughts and it's messy, but it's fun to read I guess)

Did you like that cute moodboard I did for him? It took me like 10 minutes I loved it. It fits him so well I'm so proud of myself for doing this. The whimsigothic aesthetic matches him so well I wish more people knew it so we would have tons of moodboards and cute stuff of him in this aesthetic it would be so nice. Ok let me start my post

I wanna share some headcanons, talk about my first impressions, it's not really organized I just wrote down whatever I remembered and the result was that. I wanna share my new hyperfocus with more people, that's what I'm doing here today :)

Everything started when I saw this man on Tumblr and though "who's this guy and why is princess Sophia next to him?", when I clicked on the hashtag out of curiosity I understood that it's because he's a character from the cartoon, and I was like "lol another tumblr sexyman again let's move on keep doing my things and interacting with my fandoms" (december 24)

I also mentioned it to my friend on IG bc I saw a reels that was like "you don't have any weird fictional crushes right?" and then proceeds to show us an edit of him with millions of hearts around. I sent it to her and said "omg I saw ppl talking about this on tumblr" and we just laughed a lot because it was something we did not expected (not mean laughs, they were genuine laughs of shock and because that was very unexpected like HOW IN THE WORLD, and she remembered him in the show while I didn't)

Some days later I saw more fanarts of him on tumblr and that made me a little curious, but not enough to search about the subject.

After some days I just couldn't forget him, and that's when I searched his name on youtube purposely trying to find compilations of his funny moments to understand what was happening

And boy I did

At this point was just having fun and laughing thinking "omg another guy who's sassy, has good personality and is another ugly-atractive character that has a fandom on tumblr, I got it, he's very nice" and I went to do other stuff again but this man just DIDN'T CAME OUT OF MY MIND

Just making an interruption here, I loved watching Disney Junior as a kid, maybe when I was six or seven, idk I don't remember, and I was a huge fan of Sofia The First, it was one of my favorite cartoons from Disney Jr alongside Doc McStuffins and Art Attack. AND I JUST DON'T REMEMBER CEDRIC IT'S LIKE I NEVER SAW HIM IN THAT SHOW, EVER. I literally don't remember him being part of the cast i'm sorry Cedric 😭 now he stands out so much to me, he's carrying the whole show on his back. Btw now that I mentioned Disney Junior I would like to say that here in Brazil Sofia First is actually called Little Princess Sofia, and Doc McStuffins is Doctor Toys. Sometimes I call Sofia "Princess Sofia" but I don't even know if that's how they call her in the english version, I watched everything on portuguese 😭 but ok let's move on (I have more things to say related to the brazillian dub, but let me finish my train of thought first)

As I was saying this man just didn't came out of my mind, and I was like "Oh no another hyperfocus where people around me will make fun of me because they will say that he's ugly and that liking kid's shows is something weird 😭 I can't take this anymore" and I tried to deny it but I CAN'T i'm almost making a pinterest board for him, I just accepted my fate (gonna draw fanarts soon and no one can stop me)

I found a list of every chapter he's in and i'm watching every. single. one. of. them. I watched the movie first, and boy this is gave me so much nostalgia because I remember some vague objects and scenes from when I was a kid, I used to love the Disney Princesses, when I got a little older I started watching Descendants, I grew up watching Tangled and Frozen and I swear to god I almost teared up from nostalgia during the episode Rapunzel shows up, and they didn't changed her voice actor, that's what got me. It was like travelling back to a time I didn't even remembered that existed anymore. Because since I haven't seen Sofia The First in about 10 years, I don't even remember anything FROM the show except for some parts, and that this show had so much old Disney energy that I didn't even know made a difference, but it does.

I'm sounding like a granny here but (i'm not even in my 20s yet) it feels like another time, Disney changed so much. Some of the new movies are good, some are bad, I see Disney much more as a company that wants money and makes movies instead of that perfect place where all dreams come true and every girl is a princess (Here in Brazil I never had a dream to go to Disneyland because Disney in the early 2010's invested more in products and blue ray DVDs in Brazil, since the parks were in the United States and we weren't really the target audience for that. So they didn't minded making publicity about it, so I just watched the movies and Disney Junior). Everything felt more magical when I was a kid, I spent my days watching DVDs and sometimes had some Disney princesses themed toys, it was so fun playing pretend that I was a princess and I really felt like one. Rewatching Sofia The First made me feel like this again because they made this show at the time that their public were HUGE fans of the Disney princesses and it has the same characteristics, plots, even styles of the songs and soundtracks, visuals + I watched it when I was younger. It's not just "princesses" it has the whole Disney girly early 2010's magic into it and it made me so bittersweet, even if they tried they could never do nowdays a movie inspired by that time and give me the same feeling as a REAL movie from that time does. Sofia The First: Once Upon a Time was like watching a new movie from that old Disney, one that I didn't saw before, but at the same time I did, and that's the best part. The end of the movie gave me so much nostalgia that I almost cried too. That experience was amazing :")

It gives me the same nostalgia that I feel when I hear that song "a dream is a wish your heart makesss" it makes me cry how I miss to be a little girl again (i'm crying right now btw i'm very intense with my emotions)

(And hell I don't remember Cedric at all, since when he was there the whole time? Now that I know that he's there I'm feeling like really reeeeaaaaalllyy vague memories are trying to come back in my head, but I don't know if my brain is doing this on purpose or i'm just confusing him with an equally vague memory of Cruella. I guess it's the first option, I'm trying so hard that my brain is making up memories. Weird.)

But yeah at first I saw everyone falling to his feet and even though I understood that he was very funny and had a well-writen personality I couldn't really get why people were romantically in love with him. Well um I actually got it, he was a good character and was one more of these strangely atractive characters that people fall in love with, I've been there too. But I just couldn't see what was so atractive that people were simping over him, for me at that moment he was just funny and fits very well the "let's make a fandom" type of character, like for example Preminger from Barbie Princess and The Pauper. But then I thought "idk what i'm talking about i'm demisexual lol let's wait a few days" (That happened before. Many times.)

And I'm like. I don't know what's happening to me I'm so susceptible to weird (in socially non-fandom people's words) crushes and I thought I wouldn't be afected this time. Just so you can have an idea some of my last crushes were: Dr Flug from Villanos, Jackson Jekyll from Monster High, Raggedy Andy, THE Eddie Munson (for a whole year and some months, and I was so bullied after his "trend" ended because people said that his fans were cringe and everything (that's fake lol they are very nice)), 70% of my list are just nerds and sensitive guys with different types of mental illness yay my fav type

and now I think I'm feeling unironically atracted by this man it's just happening really slowly 😭 (DEMISEXUALS ‼️‼️⁉️⁉️💥💥💥💥💥👊👊👊👊)

I'm gonna be honest with you, at the moment I can't decide if I like him or not I'm so confused at the same time that I get it I also don't like how tf am I atracted by this man 😭 and then I'm like hmm he's acually cute let me search for some fanfiction

I'M SO CONFUSED I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE i guess I'll just wait to see what happens

you guys know that tiktok audio "at first I was like 'hmmm feet' as a joke,,,,, but bro....... I don't think that's a joke anymore...." (that's me rn but with Cedric)

Also I would like to take this oportunity that you're listening to me talking about Cedric to say the most important thing that this fandom needs to know:

We need more Cedric representations in Whimsical/Whimsigoth/Whimsigothic aesthetic it's like it was made for him just search that on Pinterest please you won't regret

And I'm here wondering what kind of songs he would listen to. I think he would like dark fantasy music, or witch music. I don't care if he's on medieval era and people didn't had access to a lot of music genres at that time, we are talking about disney nothing is historically correct

I can't help but think about Lana Del Rey but being a huge fan of her songs I don't think that it matches his tastes. I guess he maybe would like Aurora's last album, The Gods We Can Touch. I don't know why, it's the witchy vibes I guess. But I don't know, it's still not something that matches him a lot. EXCEPT FOR THE SONG MIDAS TOUCH FROM AURORA. IT'S PERFECT FOR HIM YOU GUYS SHOULD CHECK IT OUT

The cover isn't giving the aesthetic though, Aurora made this song for a show and then put the show album cover unfortunately. But her aesthetics are usually whimsical and magic, inspired by theatre, greek gods and tarot. This song is so good 😭

And of course there are songs like Everything Matters that fits his vibe but idk it depends on who's listening since it's not about the lyrics. The Innocent has a small part who matches him a little, the whole song has that witchy vibe dancing around the fire, I don't know how to describe it.

Coming back to Cedric I think my favorite scenario is him having an apprendice not too much younger than him. I think it's cute. I've never seen any fics like this (in fact I just read like 5 oneshots which is almost nothing) and if you guys know any let me know. I think it's just nice the idea of living with him and being his apprendice while having like a romantic tension between the two characters. It's cute

Also remember when I said I was going to talk a little more about the brazillian portuguese dub? So, something that I thought was really funny happened to me: In the first season he had his voice actor obviously and I was already used to his voice some time after watching the cartoon. It was very funny to me because the first time I saw a "scene compilation" of him it was in english, so hearing him talk in my language was fun. And btw his voice actor did a really good job voicing him, he (had a similar voice and) was really expressive just like his english VA, so like, really nice 👍

And then at some point in season two, from one episode to another, his voice actor suddently changed????? And obviously I got a little sad because his first VA was really good and I was used to his voice :( but the thing is: The new VA wasn't just a new one, IT'S THE SAME GUY WHO VOICED DR FLUG HERE IN BRAZIL AND I WAS LIKE OMG

THEY ARE SO SIMILAR IN PERSONALITY AND NOW THEY HAVE THE SAME VOICE WITH THE VOICE ACTOR'S MANNEIRISMS AND EVERYTHING (because that VA really has an specific way to talk, he stutter a little, sounds a little ironic but at the time really anxious, make some funny sounds for no reason sometimes like his screams)

I was really upset when they changed all the brazillian voice actors in Villanos, and that Flug didn't had his full-of-personality-and-expressive voice anymore :( the new episodes now have new voices and eveything, and they did their best, but it's not the original voices anymore and it doesn't hit the same yk? And then BAM CELDRIC HAS DOCTOR FLUGS VOICE NOW BITCH TAKE THIS

and the fact that Sofia The First was dubbed even before Villanos came out it's so funny to me

So yeah let me show you guys his amazing work at voicing two of my favorite characters:

After they changed Cedric's voice actor I was a little annoyed by the fact that I couldn't hear Cedric anymore, just Flug 😭 but now I'm slowly getting used to it and it's starting to sound like Cedric again.

Before that happened I could see some similarities between the two but I thought that I was just thinking too much and trying to connect two fandoms that I like, so I just forgot about it. After that happened my mind just blew it all make so much sense right now

And they are so similar in personality that I had to make a list of everything they have in common:

They work for guys that are completely blind to their talents and think that they're just idiots all the time

They have more potential than people think

Their projects/spells always go wrong because people keep disrupting their public moments, and so they are seen and weak and dumb (when they're not)

Science/Magic guys (they keep throwing liquids from one pot to another and saying difficult words, only for someone to stop them halfway and the substance explodes in their face, making them angry because this person once again interrupted their project that was going perfectly)

Self-confidence issues

Anxious mess, are always nervous and scared of something bad happening all the time

Childhood trauma because people never really saw their acomplishments and again and again kept repeating that they are idiots who don't know nothing (when they are geniuses!!)

They say that they're mean and they say that they do mean things when actually they are just really nice. They just choose that path because they think it's the only one that can bring them sucess and recognition in the future, but they were never made for this. They just do that because they want to proof their value to people who can't see it.

At the same time that they are mentally unstable, sometimes their confidence is so high that they start to act arrogant because "they're too smart and their projects are amazing": "I love what I do I'm the best sorcerer/scientist in the world"

But when they need to show that to people something bad always happens (because of other people!) And their plan fails, leaving them with confidence issues

"I'm too smart you guys don't deserve me"

"I can't do anything right omg i'm so stupid"

Their movements and maneirisms are so expressive, they're both skinny and tall and keep making those anxious poses, fidgeting with their hands, always anxious, scared of something, thinking too much and overall being nervous and ankward around their bosses

Boss just treats them as failures and gives them orders, in which they respond in the most submissive and saddest way because they're just miserable and just two little guys who are trying to proof their value in a place where no one even see them as people

But sometimes they are genuinely egoistic and egocentric because duh they're the best sorcerer/scientist out there, hello everybody is gonna know their name when they rule the world bye

They act so stupid and lovesick in their official crushes episodes, it's so funny

And even if we never saw Dr Flug's official face there is a design out there in the fandom where he has black hair with white streaks on his bangs so like 👍👍

Well um I guess that's all I have to say about this subject for now

These are my thoughts 🫶

I feel like I said a lot in a short amout of time but I'm here writing since 04:30 AM and now it's 07:47 AM so like. yikes

[brionysea]

any characters specifically?? there's so many lol

ooo i was mainly thinking abt (what i call) the gang- Lucas, max, dustin, el, Mike, will etc- and possibly Nancy if that’s okay? im sorry if this is too much to ask of you and I hope you have a great day!!!!! :D

lucas

colour - green

deepest fears - ??? idk. assuming this is for a vecna fic or something, i guess play around with whatever's happened at this point in the timeline. seeing max die is a huge one, and all the "being violently targeted by insane white boys for daring to Exist While Black" is bound to have taken a toll on him (not that canon's acknowledged any of it, of course)

aesthetic - uh... basketballs. they look good on the aesthetic moodboard for him in my brain right now

max

colour - orange and/or rainbow. the first part might just be because i'm obsessed with red hair (hello, childhood obsession with the little mermaid and red-haired!paige from charmed), but max wears a LOT of rainbows

deepest fears - becoming like billy (continuing the cycle of violence) and that her friends (and mother) think she deserves the same fate as him (dying horribly and painfully via the upside down and traumatising someone as she does). season 4 was great for her :)

aesthetic - skateboards

dustin

colour - ???? my brain is saying blue but i have no idea. maybe someone in the notes knows?

deepest fears - probably a loss of control. he likes to Be Prepared and Have All The Knowledge. having no idea what's going on and being completely unprepared for any bad things that might pop up is the inverse of that

aesthetic - library books

el

colour - pink

deepest fears - that she's a monster

aesthetic - she doesn't really know who she is yet, so like... idk, some of those bright oufits she wore in season 3?? there were a LOT of hearts scattered around her bedroom in season 4, she seems to really like those <3

mike

colour - blue. including (but not limited to) a blue so deep that it looks black

deepest fears - being unwanted, being rejected for something he can't change about himself. in essence, that he's inherently unlovable

aesthetic - i went for a bike for my aesthetic mike wheeler playlist picture. wheels, wheeler. you get it

will

colour - yellow

deepest fears - oh god. i don't think about him enough for this. considering his two biggest breakdowns so far have been about losing mike, i guess that? the whole thing about being a freak, keeping parts of himself secret, being treated like this fragile little baby (when if anything being a survivor makes him the opposite). i'm not the right person to ask about will tbh

aesthetic - art, drawing, sketchbooks. dungeons and dragons, nintendo, wizard imagery

nancy

colour - purple/pink

deepest fears - maybe just watch her vecna vision sequence again? lol. she's mostly got survivor's guilt and blames herself for not saving barb. she's scared of that happening again, e.g. when she was the first to dive into the lake after steve, because she refuses to do nothing again like when barb got dragged into steve's pool yelling for nancy's help (which fred dying on her watch was an echo of)

aesthetic - my initial, instinctive thought is "girlboss" lol. guns, notebooks (re: investigative journalism). there's a wall of stuff in her room that el looks at in season 1 which might be helpful (i'm thinking of the little photostrip of nancy and barb messing around and laughing like el and max did in season 3)

[lv-iceprince]

@skymoonies

ahh! oh my god hi! i had the best time doing this ship for you, i got carried away but honestly. i can't see you with anyone else and i had to get deep into and inject this with as many vibes as I could.

thank you so much for being patient and giving me the opportunity to do this for you! you're so amazing keep being awesome please and thank you!

also since this is a ship and i normally do a random member i just went with jake. but if you ever wanted a similar thing with sunghoon where it wasn't so much a ship but the whole moodboard, music and aesthetic kind of love story snippet things i can always do one for you and just have it under a more generalised different title since I want to start doing similar things with aesthetics and songs but it's more along the line of music based drabbles. the point is i totally wanted to just give you jake for this one but again i am open to writing something more specific to sunghoon if people want that, it wouldn't be ship related though.

~general~

Honestly, the energy in this ship is so vibrant and so damn addictive. This 100% prefaces your entire relationship. There is something so beautiful about your connection with Jake, the allure of it all with a dash of something that teeters on the edge of danger in the most sensual way. Maybe you won't ever be in dangerous situations around Jake but there is always something that feels like you are living life in the most exciting way. He has a habit of pulling you into his charm, it's so strange. He might be the most nerdiest guy you have ever met until he removes his glasses.

I see the playlist you sent in as the soundtrack for your entire relationship with Jake. Each one holds a memory or a moment in time that progressed your relationship forward, mini anniversaries of sorts.

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DAHLIA- (G)I-DLE: That moment when you realised that the love you felt for Jake was unlike anything you had ever felt before. He was caught, suspended in your mind and you wanted to be on the tip of his tongue. He became more than a schoolgirl crush, he was the realest thing you could ever hold in your hands. It was also the start of you waking up early to wait outside of his house, wanting to be the first person to see his messy hair, to hear his husky morning voice. He was the boy who struggled to be attentive and wake up in the morning but each day he sees you there he is fully attentive. You make him feel more himself, he blooms in your presence.

Sofia- Clairo: Warm summer nights sitting on his roof, his flannel shirt wrapped around your quite bare body. Even if it's tempting to let your mind drift back to what you had done a mere ten minutes ago, you decide to stay in the moment. You felt like you were about to drift off into the night sky, but ironically, you were yanked back down into reality at the sight of Jake admiring the stars wishing he could float up there too. You assumed that something like this would feel more formal, more transactional in some sense as if you were now gifted with maturity but you still felt giggly and young. Being there with Jake felt right.

Tinnitus (Wanna be a rock)- TXT: Being winded by Jake was nothing new, you liked the feeling of having your breath leave your lungs, but not like this. You knew Jake was a rugby boy but regardless, you hadn't expected to be on the ground practically winded after he tackled you. Despite what it looked like you couldn't claim that Jake had been rough with you, he had been so gentle, his arms guarding the middle of your back as you tumbled to the ground together. The reason behind your breathlessness was the fact that he was on top of you, panting and grinning like a loser. When you had tried to awkwardly wriggle out of his grasp Jake pulled you back in "Just one more minute and I'll be good y/n".

Don't Know What To Do- BLACKPINK: Jake made the most mundane things feel like an adventure, his Mum had left him with a list of chores that he had to get done by that evening. Instead of running to his car and speeding off to the first place he had to go, the car shuddered and came to a stop outside of your house. He had sent you a one worded text yet you knew exactly what he wanted from you

"Adventure?"

Almost skipping out to his car you were greeted with a hug and a passionate kiss on the lips. The next thing you know he's strapping you into your seat like the passenger princess you are, taking extra time to trail a line of kisses over your clavicle before taking his seat beside you. "So here's the thing I have some things to do but I thought you'd be so bored without me today, you know, killing two birds with one stone. But more than that, I think we're overdue for a good date. So what do you say we run around town like a couple of losers?"

Like Crazy (English Version)-Jimin: He couldn't help but feel like a bit of a burden to you, you didn't have to come along to this party, he could see it in your eyes, all that was unsaid, you would rather be elsewhere. The words of his friends were leaking through one ear and out the next as he took in your form, marvelling at the blue lights dancing on his little fairy. With a flurry of words and a hand up to stop Jay in his tracks Jake approaches you. In his head it's like one of those coming of age movies, the music beating with his heart as he comes to stop in front of you. He smiles at you, a knowing smile "I couldn't help but notice you looking at me from across the room, I hope your boyfriend doesn't mind me asking for a dance." You had to roll your eyes at Jake, despite dating he was never over using that pickup line. Instead of denying him you take his hand and lead him towards the centre of the room.

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys: Both of you held a deep secret, not that anyone would really be surprised, but it was something that was sacred to you. Jake Sim was a good guy, even if this was the case he was actually a walking contradiction. He didn't mean to be but there were parts of him that yearned to grow up, by day he was the studious boy who kept to himself and on late nights and weekends he was just Jake. You had fallen for his boyish charm, so for some time he held back on taking a drag of a cigarette or voicing his more suggestive thoughts, he kept those reserved for his friends. But for some reason he had a change of heart. After dating you he wanted you to see him in all of his vulnerability even if that meant seeing how conflicted he was. Through the smoke of his cigarette you saw the perfect partner, you had wanted to grow with Jake, both of you exploring life and the passionate love that came with it.

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The love you share with Jake is the most energetic, the most innocent, the kindest, the most lustful and every other emotion and feeling in between. This type of thing isn't for everybody but there is freedom in letting yourself be in love with Jake and living in the moment. You know he is your forever, but all both of you care about is being in his arms in the deep blue right now.

~moodboard~

~your song~

~shufflemancy reading~

I tried to find love

In someone else too many times

But I hope you know I mean it (mean it)

When I tell you you're the one that was on my mind,

When I look at you

In your eyes (your eyes)

I see there's something burning inside you (inside you)

[ambivalentmarvel]

the self is not weightless - ambivalentangst - (for @thinkingisadangerouspastime/@starkravinghazelnoots)

moodboard made by the incredible @thinkingisadangerouspastime/@starkravinghazelnoots

Marinette never really wanted to be a superhero, for the record, but the choice wasn’t hers. And when she sees a car headed for Alya the day Stoneheart appears, that’s not a choice either—that’s a death sentence for a girl with no powers, just a phone and too much curiosity for her own good.

Marinette becomes Ladybug, and she moves.

In hindsight, Marinette supposes the car crushes her skull, her lungs—something like that. She thinks she remembers hitting the ground, but that could be wishful thinking, the desire for a sense of certainty that will always be out of reach. It doesn’t really matter, as much as she’d like to think so.

The bottom line is that on her first day on the job, Ladybug dies. And then she gets back up.

//

Or, in an effort to keep her newest wielder calm, Tikki might’ve skipped over some things in her initial explanation.

[dinosaurtsukki]

BSD x university au hc’s | pt. 2

part 2 of the university au hc’s !! i am obviously a slut for chuuya and fyodor so don’t mind me. i hope you guys like this !!

check out pt. 1 here

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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:

i love akutagawa ryuunosuke my angst child but i’m just like ‘hmmmmmmm’ when it comes to what his course would probably be

after extensive research aka reading his character page on wiki i feel like maybe he’d be a history major because,,,, he likes antiques?

well his clothes do seem very dark academia-esque and i can see him liking something as cool as history

akutagawa’s probably into something like war history but he’s not weird about it he just finds it really cool how different strategies work or analyzing what exactly makes the winners win

he absolutely HATES the fact that he keeps having to read the Iliad for class

he’s also that classmate who INTENSIVELY DEFENDS achilles for being a bit of a little bitch (but he fully agrees that patroclus and achilles were gay af ok this was random moving on)

akutagawa has practically no social life. he doesn’t go to parties, he doesn’t talk to his roommate, he doesn’t even like to eat in the dining hall

BUT he absolutely loves being in debate team because WINNING

he’s such a nightmare to work with though but he just delivers so well when it’s time for him to speak. like, if he’s on a negative and it’s time to hash out rebuttals, just prepare to get MURDERED

other debaters: “esteemed scholars and adjudicators...”

akutagawa: “you, sir, have no idea how wrong you are.”

that is until dazai decided to randomly show up at a debate tournament all ‘la di da da’ like and completely crushed akutagawa along with his ego

from then on he started stalking dazai and just SOMEHOW managed to end up in his circle of friends

even though he’s antisocial in real life, akutagawa 100% runs a dark academia aesthetic blog on tumblr i’m right and i don’t accept criticism

it’s actually really good he has a ton of followers and even does requests for moodboards if someone asks nicely

atsushi was the one who actually found out about it but he’s nice so he didn’t tell akutagawa about it

kunikida probably follows that blog

Chuuya Nakahara:

if this part sounds like i’m just thirsting for chuuya then you’re absolutely right i love wine man

don’t get mad at me but i can ABSOLUTELY SEE HIM MAJORING IN FASHION DESIGN I MEAN LOOK AT HIM

he’s just always had such a good eye for fashion and he’s veryyy meticulous when it comes to snipping and putting together clothes

chuuya also carries a sketchbook full of designs and his drawings look amazing and he isn’t afraid to just show them off

that said he doesn’t dress like a tired uni student at all, like he just always looks so on-point and unbothered by his five million deadlines

dazai: chuuya, i said this was a CASUAL LUNCH

chuuya, dressed in what looks like silk pajamas: THIS IS CASUAL

tbh if he just wore a white t-shirt and jeans i would die maybe he’s actually saving us from this ordeal

he has so much talent though as a designer he’s probably had several internships with design companies all throughout his years at uni

i feel like chuuya’s also really active in extracurriculars and has been in leadership positions in some of them (he probably runs the student org for fashion design)

chuuya in a student band though oh my gosh i can’t breathe i can’t breathe him as a VOCALIST?? and wearing torn jeans and eyeliner and that same hat in concerts ican’t brEATHE

okay in all honesty he would thrive being in a band chuuya loves the attention and the creativity of being able to design their whole look and write songs

tbh i don’t know if he’d have a roommate chuuya’s probably the type who’d rather have one of those single rooms or just rent a flat for him to stay in even after graduation

because his social life is super vibrant, he does have a lot of friends and he does make an effort to get to know all of them individually 

but he’s more open around those who he’s been friends with for a really long time and as much as he’d like to say dazai isn’t one of them, he is

also chuuya is definitely the type to party hard during the weekends and has more than once crashed in someone’s house after drinking too much (dazai drew on his face on more than one occasion)

Oda Sakunosuke:

i love this man SO MUCH you guys have no idea i would literally die for him

100% this guy majors in creative writing because this is supported by FACTS and not just me wanting to be coursemates with him in this fictional world

super serious and diligent with his work especially since he’s passionate about writing. he loves to read in his spare time and is such a fan of classic novels about social realism or philosophy

oda spends 99% of his time in second-hand bookshops that the owner probably knows him by name at this point

he’s super old school when it comes to writing though, like he still keeps and writes in a notebook before typing it up on a laptop and no matter how many times dazai tells him its impractical, oda just keeps doing it

lmao whenever workshops come around he’s super nice with his critique. i bet a lot of his fellow classmates like sending their writing drafts to him

he draws smiley faces and always adds ‘nice work’ on people’s drafts omg i love odasaku

he’s such an old soul, he probably doesn’t do a whole lot of partying but he likes more quiet, private social events like drinking with close friends or just hanging out and talking at other people’s houses

he and dazai probably met when dazai decided to take an intro to creative writing class and wrote a long poem about double suicide on his first day that kind of put off everyone in the class from wanting to sit with him

odasaku was the only one who wasn’t exactly bothered but he did give dazai some comments to help him with his poetry and dazai instantly wanted to be his friend

in terms of extracurricular life, i can definitely see odasaku joining a writing organization and even the campus newspaper. he does find joy in interviewing students for newspaper articles

he’s also pretty into photography and uses a really old, second-hand camera that he bought at an antique store and fixed himself. at one point he won a prize in a contest

odasaku would be the best roommate. he’s super sensitive to when you have a bad day and will invite you to sit on his bed and hug his pillow and talk about your problems

scratch that, everyone talks to odasaku about their problems and now your room is like a therapist’s office

Edgar Allan Poe:

i swear this was the only gif i could find other than actual edgar allan poe

ANOTHER CREATIVE WRITING BUDDY AHHH I WOULD LOVE TO BE BESTIES WITH HIM AHHH

well actually i feel like since he’s super ambitious and already has a fixed idea on the stuff he likes to write, he’d probably double major in something like forensic science because he’d use it to write his mystery novels

omg that’s where he meets ranpo and now pretty much every main character poe writes is slightly based on on ranpo

it’s a problem. his professor brings it up more than once during his classes but it’s poe’s Thing now

he also has such an unending passion for gothic literature and he wears those white, long-sleeved blouses and waistcoats on a REGULAR BASIS

chuuya probably saw him once and was like ‘hmm, i could pull that off’

poe’s daily route is just going to the library and to class and then go home and that’s about it

he ended up working as a student assistant at the library because he’s just super familiar with the book collections and it’s a job that’s peaceful and quiet 

more than once though, he’d just be really in-deep with his writing to the point that he doesn’t even notice that the library has closed or that he hasn’t eaten the entire day

that’s alright though because ranpo always passes by the library at night to check on his friend and (reluctantly) give him some snacks

also since poe’s pretty much a recluse, he doesn’t go to any social event UNLESS it’s a halloween-themed one

he loves going all out with his costumes because he’s a Drama Queen like that but the problem is he keeps dressing up as gothic novel characters and nobody gets it

dazai, trying to guess his costume: umm,, Two-Face from Batman?

poe: IT’S DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

there was this one time when poe took it upon himself to host the halloween party and it was EPIC

he basically designed it as a murder mystery night wherein everyone who came pretended to be guests at a house and then a murder happened

the only problem was that ranpo was conspiring with poe and it was pretty much unfair

except for the fact that ranpo was frustrated at how bad everyone was at deducing that he ended up solving the mystery for them

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

one of my favorite scenes of him in s3 was of fyodor playing the cello because god damn that is beautiful and therefore i am hc-ing him as a music major and you can’t tell me otherwise

fyodor is an absolute music genius and he was definitely scouted by the university’s music program and then he was granted a scholarship (because in this ideal university, the arts are valued)

he purposely decided to go to a university rather than a music conservatory because he’s also interested in learning a bunch of other things

aside from his music classes, he ventures into comparative literature and philosophy, even a bit of computer science at some point

people always assume that since he’s a music major he probably wouldn’t do well in other subjects but SURPRISE BITCH

anyway, fyodor’s a genius because god clearly has favorites

aside from attending class, he’s even part of an official orchestra and has even landed a few solos 

that said, he’s quite busy and very preoccupied in his own work to actually have a social life either

you’ll often find him rehearsing by himself in an empty classroom for hours and hours on end (someone pls bring him food he’s also the type to forget to eat or even drink water)

if you are able to catch him perform at an orchestra or just practice by himself, it’s quite a mesmerizing sight. his eyes are often closed so he could focus on the sound alone and his fingers move so elegantly along the neck of the cello

(sorry i just love people who play any form of stringed instrument)

fyodor also takes such good care of his cello. also he would probably kill you on the spot if you touched his bow

he has a fairly small group of friends and they like playing chess together (even though fyodor is better than all of them) and just talk about um,, idk philosophy and stuff (whatever it is smart people do idk i’m not one of them)

i have a feeling he actually follows akutagawa’s dark academia blog and loves his content, even to the point of requesting ‘cello player moodboards’

also because he’s a cello player he needs to take care of his fingers so he wears gloves a lot (idk why i find this hot)

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BTS Make out-Songs🎶 [Maknae Line]

Hey my Dears!💜

I have a new Scenario for you! It's about my Ideas what BTS favourite Make Out/Sex Songs could be~🙈

Originally I wanted to post the scenarios of all member in one post but then I realized I wrote waaay to much for each member so I split the post in two parts (The Hyung Line and the Maknae Line are sepereated now)

This here is the Maknae Line (yeah I know you read it already in the title xD)

The link to the Hyung Line can be found here.

A little thing: Some scenarios of the members are written more in the "Scenario Style" and some are more in the "Fanfic Style" but I hope you'll like all of them! 💜

I tried to include some verses of the specific song into the fic when I thought it'll fit the specific situation very well.

I'll write the song titles (links seems to not working out actually) for their songs into the scenario right after the moodboard of the member. And I think it could be helpful for you when you listen to the song while reading to get better "into the mood" you know😉

Information: The link to my masterlist can be found at the end of the scenario! 📝

Gender of the reader: female

Then... there is nothing more left to say and I hope you'll enjoy it!

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Jimin

Champagne and Sunshine by PLVTINUM & Tarro

I don't know when it started, but whenever I hear this song now, it reminds me of Jimin.

I don't know for sure, but I think it's this playfulness in this song. It reminds you at first of a typical summer song, which simply spread cheerfulness and a good atmosphere and you want to sing along with it, until you notice the dirty lyrics for the first time.

And I think that's exactly the point why this song fits Jimin so well! At the beginning he always seems to be cute and maybe a little bit naïve, so you just want to take him into your arms and cuddle him. There is a reason why they call him little mochi...

And then he goes on stage and seems to be a complete different person. He knows exactly what a magical attraction he has, how to use his personal advantages to tease the shit out of Army.

For example I mean this cocky smile, his bodyrolls, the way he shows himself so freaking sensual and sexy.

He has so many different facets, all of them are so contrary. He's really like an exotic animal, like a chameleon. And that's what fascinated you so much about him and stole your heart.

How can he be so damn cute and then bang!, the next moment he gave you one of these dangerous dark looks, licking his sweet plush lips and if you're not careful enough, he'll have you pressed against the wall within seconds and you'll drown in his deep, passionate kiss.

Love, take it off

She love that dirty talk

Pushing her up, against the wall

White wine and bubblegum

I also combine this lightness and carefreeness of the song with wild, passionate sex of a young, freshly in love couple and they just can't keep their hands off each other and take every opportunity to somehow release anything of this thick sexual tension between them.

No matter how young or old you both are, no matter how long you've already been with Jimin, he will always make you fall in love with him all over again like you did on day one.

It's this mix, these countless facets Jimin have, that makes it possible that you'll never know where it'll lead you after a sensual, needy kiss, what kind of Sex you two will have this time.

I have this headcanon in my head that you're on vacation together, in LA, especially when a stressful time is behind you and your relationship has suffered a little because of all these appointements you both had.

Now you finally have time for each other again and you make use of it, on the flight back home to Seoul you have to accept that you didn't really see much of the city, but you definitely knew your hotel room inside out.

Every now and then you actually tried to crawl out of bed and get ready for an exploratory tour through the neighborhood, but then came Jimin sneaking up from behind like a tiger and took his prey right back into the king-size bed. Your little cuddle tiger has other plans for you...

Sometimes you even make it into the shower together, but that's a bad idea. Jimin's initially innocent bodylotion rubbing onto your skin becomes needy very quickly and either he fingers or fucks you against the tiled shower wall.

And when you finally managed to leave the hotel room to do some sightseeing, it won't be the only time that you will be kicked out of some museums for "inappropriate behaviours".

And all this only because Jimin can't keep his hands to himself and has to touch your ass all the time!

...and well, because you can't leave this action unpunished too, you gave him a slap on his ass back with a giggle. You can guess the rest of the story...

Most of the time, Jimin can't wait to finally open the hotel door again, without all these annoyed looks from the other peoples.

After a delicious dinner and an almost empty bottle of red wine, you two return to the hotel tipsy and giggling like a young teenage couple. When the hotel door hasn't closed completely yet, Jimin's lips are back in their rightful place, your lips.

It's not the bedroom floor that has to withstand your concentrated lust, but it's the couch that has to hold out, because the bed is simply too far away.

Rough sex on the bedroom floor

Hop in the shower, she begging for more

'Do not disturb' on the hotel door

Waking the neighbours

"God Baby, I just can't get enough of you...", Jimin sighs against your lips.

He fiddles impatiently with the zipper of your summer dress and curses quietly when he can't take your dress off by the first try.

You run your hand through his hair and laugh as he has no more nerves for further opening attempts and simply pushes the skirt of your dress up to your waist. Quickly he clears your panties out of the way before he lets his own pants and boxer briefs slides down to the floor and sink deep into you.

A moan full of pleasure leave your lips, but still an amused smile plays around the corners of your mouth.

"So impatient, my Sweetheart? Even though you've been taking me non-stop the last few days and you still can't get enough? What will just our poor room-neighbors think?"

"I'll never get enough of you, Darling. And when you ask me what the neighbors could think of us? I just want them to think that we're a very happy couple and we're just taking care of each other's needs."

Your laugher is mixed with soft moans as Jimin fucks you slowly with deep thrusts into the cushions of the couch.

From the outside, the countless colorful lights of LA's lively nightlife shine through the panorama window into your hotel room.

"Yeah, that's true. We take care of each other and I'm very, very happy with you, Jimin.", you wisper before you let your lips melt back together with Jimin's.

All I want is champagne and sunshine

Looking for a good time

Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight

Tanned skin, light eyes

Oh my, she's so damn fine

Kissing on her neck

We be running from the nighttime

Taehyung

National Anthem by Lana del Rey (full version)

Taehyung loves aesthetic. Taehyung loves perfection. Taehyung loves passion and sensuality. Taehyung loves the perfect moment.

This is also the reason why he has specific music playlists on his phone that are precise tuned to the mood. Especially sex-playlists. For every imaginable situation and mood between you he has also a perfectly adapded playlist of songs for it. Whether you have wild, impetuous sex and can't get enough of each other, wether you have an another play-session and one of you takes the lead for the night or you just have sensual, loving sex and enjoy the closeness to each other.

But Tae is right, the right music only makes the sex more intense, exciting a whole new athmosphere.

You don't know exactly how many playlists Taehyung has on his phone, nur you estimate to be ten to fifteen different ones.

Yeah, your Sweetheart got a bit of a passionate thing for this.

But it's worth it every time.

Taehyung lets his head sink further and further into his neck, enjoying how wet and warm you feel around him. The way you tense up rhythmically every time you lift and lower yourself on him and how your tight walls massage his long, thick cock makes everything in his head spin.

"We gonna take it slow today...", he said when he woke you up not long ago with countless butterfly kisses on your shoulder.

A smile manifested in your lips, that sounded like a wonderful start for a Sunday. You would welcome the opportunity to only get out of bed for the bare necessities.

How good that you share this thought with Taehyung and just want to explore the aesthetic and beauty of doing nothing with him. Or rather, to enjoy the beauty of doing nothing alongside the aesthetic of sexual pleasure.

Tae had a very specific goal when he gently pulled you out of your dreamland. He wanted to enjoy the time and the togetherness you two have left before he's abroad for the next three weeks to film a new MV.

And now you're above him, straddling his lap, riding him like his personal godess and smiling so seductively. Especially in those moments he asks himself what he did to deserve a person like you in his life.

In the background is playing soft music, Tae had put it on before your sensual adventure. When you heard the first notes, you couldn't deny yourself the joyful smile of anticipation for what might come next.

In this moment Lana del Rey's "National Anthem" fills the room, almost seizing your bodies with this swinging, lively yet sentimental and melancholic melody.

You have the feeling of being closer to your husband now. So, so much closer. On a level that even the best vocabulary couldn't put into words.

Your rhythm adapts to the beat of the music, your movements become sometimes faster, sometimes slower and so you transport Taehyung into spheres he has never been before.

Lana's longing voice encourage you to reveal your innermost desires. In those moments when you are so close to each other, you feel the most fragile and vulnerable.

You need reasurrance.

"Tell me I'm your National Anthem... please."

Taehyung's lips opens speechlessly for a moment before he can forms the words you need the most right now.

"Yes, Baby! Yes, yes, yes, only you. I'll sing for you, I'll sing you as my National Anthem. You are my National Anthem, my love, my wife."

I sing the National Anthem

While I'm standing over your body

Hold you like a python

And you can't keep your hands off me

Or your pants on

See what you've done to me

Just as dancing is for Hoseok his home, so you're his home for Taehyung. Where he feels safe and secure, where he can calm down from all this stress, where he finds comfort when he can no longer help himself.

You are his home and he'll sing your hymn again and again to pay homage to you.

"Yes, my Love. You are my National Anthem. I chose you, only you. That's why you wear that ring.", he wispers in a throaty voice.

I need somebody to hold me

He will do very well

I can tell, I can tell

Keep me safe in his bell tower hotel

Then he kisses your palm before his lips move higher to spread little kisses over your ring finger. Again and again they brush against the golden ring with the crystal clear diamond.

It's true, Taehyung chose you. He married you.

And I remember when I met him.

It was so clear that he was the only one for me.

We both knew right away.

"You know, I don't dare to say 'forever', that's such a big, powerful word. But shall we try to make eternity ours? As long our eternity would be..?", you wisper and exhale with a trembling breath.

Taehyung's tender caresses let you get closer and closer to your high. Your husband seems no different, his thrusts from below gets increasingly uncoordinated.

"Yes Baby. As long our own eternity would be. Come, let's explore the endlessly sky, I wanna see you float, Darling...", breathes Taehyung with a trembling voice as he paints your walls white and sends you with small circles of his thumb over your clit also over the edge.

He was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew him

When he walked in every woman's head turned.

Everyone stood up to talk to him.

He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn't contain himself.

And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

And I still love him, I love him.

Jungkook

Heaven by Julia Michaels

Giggling, you try to get in the car, which has been parked at the roadside, on the side where the passenger seat is without breaking your neck because of your vertiginously high Heels.

Jungkook stands behind you and takes care that you really don't hurt yourself and that nobody sees more of your ass (even when he likes to call it his ass) than your whole Outfit already exposes with this damn short and skin-thight cocktail dress you choose for Namjoon's Birthday Party.

You bend into the car and try to get into it while you perform awkward contortions and then you feel Jungkook's hand grab the hem of your dress and move it back into an appropriate position.

That's exactly what makes you giggle even more and you wiggle with your ass provocatively so that the hem of your dress, which has just pulled down twenty secondes ago, slides up again.

"Kookie, are you jealous that someone else could see my nice ass?~"

You're slurring right now and can't get out of all of your giggling.

You are a little bit drunk right now. Maybe a little bit more than just a little bit. And in such a state Jungkook has to admit that you're actually a bit tiring.

Jungkook sighs and gives you a gentle but still reprimand slap on your ass cheeks.

"Come on, Baby. We should get home, you should get into bed really quickly and grab a good night's sleep."

"Koookieeee! Don't be mad at me!"

"I'm not mad, Love. But please, just get finally into the car and sit yourself down on your really nice ass. Jackson already looks at me quizzically from the terrace and seems to wonder, why you've been sticking your butt up in the air like that for five minutes already!"

After another five minutes of Jungkook coaxing you, you finally crawled onto the passenger seat and Jungkook was able to get behind the steering wheel and drive you both home.

The digital clock on the dashboard jumps from 02:29 a.m. to 02:30 a.m. It's hard to believe but at this time in a Sunday morning, even in the normally for 24/7 pulsating city, there is some silent peace laid over Seoul and only a few cars are on the road right now.

You had decided last night, just before you two left for Namjoon's Party, that this time Jungkook would play the chauffeur for both of you. So unfortunately he has to stay sober. And that's exactly what you took as a reason to drink a little more than is actually good for you.

After all, you have to drink "for two" and you just drank every shot that are offered to Jungkook in his place.

When you're drunk you laugh and giggle a lot more than usual (well... in your drunken state you laugh about literally everything) and you always get red cheeks which are incredibly adorable. But you also become very talkative and Jungkook just hopes that not all party guests knows your sex life inside out now.

At this moment you try to connect your phone to the car radio via Bluetooth and apparently you can operate the somewhat complicated technology correctly despite the increased alcohol level, because shortly afterwards the first beats of Julia Michaels "Heaven" comes out of the car's speakers.

You start singing one of your favourite songs with a smile on your face, showing no shame, although you usually don't like singing in Kookie's presence, because next to Jungkook's angelic voice you feel like a cat that has been stepped on her tail too often.

Hearing you singing so freely and lightheartedly now, on Jungkook's lips manifests a smile too, even when you certainly don't hit every note correctly.

He tries to look at you as often as possible, but he should keep his eyes on the road to advoid causing an accident.

But he finds it hard when he notice in the corner of his eye how you keep giving him seductive looks during the refrain. Especially when you bring "But bad boys bring heaven to you..." over your lips with a provocative smirk.

A week ago you told him why you like this song so much. In your opinion it describes him pretty well and with these words you gave Kookie a meaningful smile.

No need to imagine

'Cause I know it's true

They say "all good boys go to heaven"

But bad boys bring heaven to you

It's automatic

It's just what they do

They say "all good boys go to heaven"

But bad boys bring heaven to you

At first he seems like a good, decent guy but in reality he's such a naughty and kinky boy! You know it as well as Julia, bad boys bring heaven to you!

Oh yes, that's so true. You've seen Jungkook behind closed bedroom doors. You don't have to be a good girl to get to heaven, Jungkook brings the heaven to you. Either with his fingers, his tongue or best of all, with his thick cock!

At that thought your cheeks blush a little bit more and because of the alcohol and the now absolutely unbearable sexual desire between your thighs you can't get a clear... or even better a decent thought anymore.

Before you can think about any consequences, you spread your legs and let the dress ride up to your hips. You lay your head back against the headrest of your seat and a little moan comes over your lips when you finally let your index and middle finger circle around your clit.

Finally, some satisfaction.

What Jungkook didn't know... well, until now, that you were a naughty little girl and only wore a string ouvert under your dress.

You wanted to feel this kick of being a dirty girlfriend, just the thought that you could have been caught by one of Jungkook's friends made you so horny and wet. ...and what would he have done to you, his filthy Babygirl?

Well, now he knows it anyway.

He looks at you in completely disbelief as you shamelessly start fingering yourself next to him in the passenger seat and he realizes that you worn this damn thong (that covers literally nothing!) overly all night long.

An angry huff leaves your boyfriend who bends without warning with the car sharply onto an abandoned parking space of a supermarket and brings the car to halt.

A surprised squeak comes from your lips and you look to Jungkook in confusion, who is just about to pull the handbrake with a grimly expression on his face and switch off the engine.

"You don't seem to want it any other way, you little brat!"

"What do you mean, Kookie?", you ask him completely unsuspectingly and seemingly unaware of any guilt.

"I promised you that I wouldn't have sex with you when you were drunk. Especially when you've had so much to drink that you surely can't remember some of the things you did that night before. I am a gentleman, really. And I actually keep my promises. Always. But you can't do this next to me! You can't just sit here next to me, playing with your pretty little fingers on your wet pussy like that and presenting to me, that you have been wearing a thong ouvert all night! Apparently you did all of this on purpose. You're such a dirty girl! I think I should stuff your greedy hole with my cock and fuck you so hard until you definitely remember not to do that again!"

With these words Jungkook gets out of the drivers seat, goes around the car and opens the passenger seat door. Then he unbuckles your seat belt and lets your backrest sink back as far as possible.

Utimately he unbuckles the belt of his dress pants. A happy smile spread over your face.

"You got me."

Now a devilish smirk forms on Jungkooks lips.

"Even a gentleman could bring heaven to you..."

Love's my religion but he was my faith

Something so sacred so hard to replace

Fallin' for him was like fallin' from grace

All wrapped in one, he was so many sins

Would have done anything, everything for him

And if you ask me I would do it again

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"Oh fuck...", you groan with a twisted face, as you drag yourself into the living room with your blanket over your shoulders. It's around 01:00 p.m. on Sunday's noon.

There's Jungkook, sitting on the couch and and try to memorize the lyrics for the next song.

"Hey Baby, how's the hangover?", he asks amusedly and shake his head at the sight of you.

"No, the headaches and stuff aren't the worst, but you've pretty much wrecked my pussy. I can barely walk straight... but the sex was worth it!"

"So you remember the most important thing of the last night?"

"Yes. I remember everything. I told all of Got7 yesterday which sex toys are the best and which of them they should buy for their girlfriends..."

"Oh God, please no... If Jackson heard all of this, he must have told Namjoon and so Jin will know it now too. And then he'll tease me if I'm not able to satisfy my girlfriend properly... they are such gossip girls!"

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Third time’s a charm

Drunk drabble prompt fulfillment for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​!

Submitted by @littleredstarfish​

Fandom: Endings, Beginnings Frank (AU) x reader

Words: 1,411

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, speeding, hot cop

Tags and moodboard behind the cut! xoxo

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The first time you meet him, it’s accidental.

You weren’t even going that fast. It’s a deserted country road, one you’ve driven a million times. It’s also 2 am, about to storm and you’re completely exhausted and cranky from a slammed Friday night at work.

When you see the flash of blue lights, you swear colorfully and pull over to the shoulder. Straddling your bike, you cut the engine and kick the stand down a little too hard. You push your visor up, pull your backpack to your front, and start digging for your license. You grab the leather riding glove in your teeth and put it off so you can wrestle it from your wallet.

The cop walks, no, that’s definitely a swagger, up to you. He lights you up with his stupid Maglite, half blinding you and illuminating the glove still in your teeth. As the white spots in your vision fade, you get your first look at him. You’ve seen him before at the bar. He’s a friend of Jack, your co-owner, fellow bartender, and cousin. He’s also ridiculously good looking, from his brooding bad boy stubble and muscular frame in tac pants and bulletproof vest over polo. Not only is he a cop, but he’s also a damned detective. You can see the blue of his eyes even from where you stand and he has those long lashes that most women would kill for.

If Jack told him you have made comments about his ass in jeans then you’ll be the sole owner of the bar because Jack will be a dead man. Jack also failed to mention the whole “He’s a cop” thing.

You spit the glove into your bag as lift your hands and point with your elbow.

“I’ve got a knife in my pocket. I am telling you so I can take it out.”

He nods and you pull your switchblade free of your jeans pocket and set it on the ground before kicking it away from yourself.

“You know why I pulled you over?”

“Because you’ve got nothing better to do?”

He frowns and holds out his hand. “License and registration please.”

As you hand over both, his frown deepens. He glances at the little plastic cards and then back at you.

“Can you take your helmet off please?”

Sighing, you reach back and unclip it and pull it off your head.

“Jesus Christ. You’re a woman. You’re Jack’s partner.”

“Last time I checked. Are you going to give me a ticket or not? I’d like to get home before the clouds break and I end up pissed off and soaked.”

“I’ve never seen a woman ride like that.”

“Then you are hanging out with the wrong women. Can I smoke? Please.”

He gives a curt nod and walks a short way away, pressing the mic on his shoulder and you hear him calling in your tag and license number.

Using your beloved vintage zippo lighter, the flame casting shadows across your face as it lights the cigarette. Tired of standing uncomfortably, you swing your left leg over and lean sidesaddle on the bike. Unable to control yourself, you flip off the camera that is hidden in the grill of his car.

The radio crackles and you see him watching you. Or maybe he’s admiring the bike. It’s a fully custom Harley Davidson Roadster painted a matte concrete color. Her name is Vendetta she’s your prized possession.

The static dies away and he comes back over and hands over the license and insurance card as well as a folded yellow paper.

“You’re clear. I’m giving you a written warning. You were going fast as hell but you weren’t endangering anyone and you’re almost home so no ticket but slow down. Plus you’d probably spit in my drink the next time I’m at the bar.”

“Aye aye captain!” You give him a mock salute.

“You’re a real smart ass.”

“You betcha. Next time you won’t catch me.” You wink.

His cerulean eyes study your face before he turns to head back to his car. “Good night ma’am.”

Flipping the paper open you notice that inside the warning is another piece of paper with his name, Frank, and number. You snap the zippo back open and watch the flame eat at the phone number, knowing he’s watching. You toss the flaming paper aside before it burns your fingertips, right yourself with gear and backpack before roaring off into the night. The last thing he sees is the blur of taillights.

You forget about your switchblade, left forgotten on the roadside. He walks over and picks it up, idly turning it in his fingers.

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The second time you meet him, it’s just plain bad luck.

Sitting on the bar, booted feet bouncing off the wood, you’re icing your knuckles while a paramedic seals up the cut on your eyebrow when he walks in the door.

“Aw, shit.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I’m almost done.” The paramedic wipes some of the dried blood off.

Detective Frank the hottie spies you and heads straight for you.

And yeah, he’s definitely hot. You get a much better look at him in the light than on a dark road. He’s in detective gear tonight, polo shirt and khaki pants. You can see the muscles of his thighs through his pants.

“Well, if it isn’t my little speed demon. Jack.” He nods at your fellow bartender and co-owner. There is a weird moment of tension between them but it passes as fast as it comes.

Jack leans on the bar next to you, his stance almost possessive. “Frank.”

“I need to get a statement. From both of you.”

“I’ll go first.” Jack lifts the ice bag to check your knuckles. “You need more ice.”

“Yes, dad.” Rolling your eyes, you scoot across the bar to refill the bag.

The tension between the two is obvious as Jack gives his statement. Not much to it, the guy has too much to drink. Guy sees ex-girl, also drunk, with a new guy. Punches are thrown. Everyone gets tossed out on their ass. Normally you don’t have to exchange blows but stupid drunk girls don’t often come at you with acrylic claws and liquid courage running through their veins.

Jack walks back, a thunderous look on his face. “I’m going to go clean up.” He kisses your cheek and squeezes your hand.

You nod, puzzled about his mood.

Detective Hottie comes back your way. He reaches into his pocket and removes a familiar switchblade and hands it over.

“You forgot this.”

Scowling, you shove it into your pocket. “Protect, Serve, and give sharp pointy things to women?”

“Something like that.”

He gets the statement and before he closes his little notebook he scribbles his number on a page and hands it to you.

You accept but when he looks back, you’ve balled it up and shot it into the trash can.

==========

The third time, he comes to you.

When someone knocks on the door at 7 pm on a Wednesday, it’s a shock. No one comes to your home except one of your few friends or the family you speak to and you prefer it that way. Figuring it must be the kid next door selling something for a school fundraiser, you pull yourself off the couch and open the door. You’re so surprised you can’t even stop your mouth from falling open.

Detective Hottie is on your doorstep. But he’s not Detective Hottie tonight. He’s straight-up hot Frank in jeans and a simple t-shirt.

Finally recovering your wits, you lean on the door jam. “Good evening Detective. Are you doing doughnut deliveries?”

“Why do you keep tossing my number?”

“Because I’m not interested.”

“I think you are.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Are you dating Jack?”

You sputter and laugh, clutching your middle. “Oh god no. That’s gross and totally illegal. Jack is my cousin. Our dads were brothers.”

His eyes scrutinize your face, pink from laughter. “I’ve never seen you laugh before.”

You shrug. “Maybe you weren’t watching close enough."

He leans closer, close enough that his jaw skims yours. “Why not give me a chance to make you laugh again?”

You hesitate. His cologne smells delicious and he seems to be radiating sin and promises of a good time.

“One date.”

He smiles and it lights up his entire face.

“You won’t regret it. Promise.”

You might even believe him.

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[fallinnflower]

tickled pink

jae x reader (fluff, songwriter!reader)

a/n: written as a request!! also lmk if y’all prefer my moodboards or gifs with these fics... continuity is key when it comes to ~aesthetics! lmao

It may be a bit cliche to say, but being asked to work with Day6 for their new album was a dream come true. It was also quite a surprise to you when your manager told you about the request — you’d said yes almost before the words could leave her mouth. It was wishful thinking on your part that you would calm down about the whole matter by the time your meetings with them actually occurred, and you kind of had — until you got on the plane to South Korea and found yourself becoming a bundle of nerves all over again.

See, the thing was, you really liked Day6. And the thought of working with them was extremely intimidating, even for an experienced songwriter like yourself. The more you tried not to worry about it, the more your thoughts plagued your mind.

That is, until you actually stepped foot in the building and were face-to-face with the band. Then your mind went blank. Honestly, seeing Brian Kang in the flesh? Unbelievable. You wanted to ask him a million and one questions about his songwriting process, about his vision, but then—

“Y/N, you’ll be working with Jae for the next few days. Regrettably, the rest of the band has prior commitments,” their manager said, passing a manila folder to you. You turn your gaze from the manager to Jae, who gives you a smile in greeting. You smile back, feeling a bit guilty for ignoring him for most of the meeting thus far, before opening the folder. Inside are a few scanned pages of notebook paper with what you can only describe as chicken-scratch all over them, mind-maps, and short poems. You shut the folder before you can get too absorbed in your work, rising from your seat right after the manager does to shake hands. 

“Well,” you say, laughing slightly, “I’m here for you, so I have all the time in the world.” 

“9:30 tomorrow then. Jae, would you show Y/N the studio?” 

The two of you head down the hallway, each holding a manila folder and neither saying anything. He stops so suddenly in front of a door that you almost run straight into his back, only narrowly avoiding smashing your nose between his shoulder blades. 

“Here’s the studio,” he says, shouldering the door open so you can slip past him. After taking a look around, you turn to find Jae standing at the door where you left him, watching you with his arms folded across his chest. You awkwardly clear your throat,

“So, tomorrow at 9:30?” Jae simply nods. With that, the two of you part ways for the evening.

You work far later into the night than you should. You don’t mean to, but you can’t help but start brainstorming almost the moment you leave the building, and then you just can’t seem to stop. You spend hours sat up in your hotel room, drinking cup after cup of tea and jotting notes down in your personal notebook, marking things up on the xeroxed copy of Jae’s notes. His ideas are good but extremely bare bones, which offers up far too much creativity for you to possibly contain to a few hours of work. As a consequence, you trudge into the JYP building absolutely exhausted the next morning carrying two large iced americanos and some muffins you bought at the coffee shop downstairs. 

You arrive in the studio before Jae does and immediately spread your work out on the table in front of you. By the time Jae arrives, only a few minutes later, you’re already so absorbed in your work you don’t even hear him.

“Christ, did you even sleep last night?” Jae jokes. You jump in surprise, nearly smacking your head against his as he leans over the table, looking at all the stuff you’ve already written down. Your cheeks burn bright red, and you let out an embarrassed laugh, running a hand through your hair.

“Um, not really. You want some coffee?” You ask, gesturing to the second cup on the table. Jae lets out a little laugh and sits down beside you, grabbing the second coffee.

“They warned me you were a hard worker, but I didn’t think you’d be at it this early.” Jae pulls some of the papers towards himself, flipping through your notes on his ideas. You look up from your notebook and point with your red pen to the mind map on the second page when he gets to it.

“This,” you say, and Jae looks up at you over the rim of his round glasses. “I think this should be the title track.” Jae scoots his chair a little closer to yours so you can both look over the page better.

“It has a lot of potential, and I really think if we start from here we can get a concept going for the whole album.” Jae watches you intently as you start circling portions of the mind map before translating the phrases into Japanese. You tap your pen against the paper and sing out a short line, before suddenly remembering Jae is there and blushing again.

“Oh God, sorry,” you say. “I totally forgot you were here.” Jae leans back in his chair, scowling at you.

“I’m offended. Am I that forgettable to you?” 

“Oh, no! No, I didn’t mean—” Jae bursts into laughter in the middle of your rushed apology, and you stop mid-sentence. 

“You’re way too gullible, Y/N,” he chuckles, and you shove his shoulder.

“Shut up, or I’ll write you a terrible song.”

“You wouldn’t,” he says, and you find yourself blushing again. Why does it suddenly feel like he can stare straight into your soul? You roll your eyes, shake your head, and turn back to the lyrics. After a sip of coffee, Jae speaks up again,

“Your voice isn’t that bad, you know. Not as good as mine, but— hey!” He manages to dodge the pen cap you throw at him, giving you a stern look which you can only respond to with laughter. 

“Stop being so cocky and get to work.” Jae leans down to pick up the cap and tosses it back at you playfully before complying with a sigh.

It frightens you a little bit how quickly you and Jae seem to take to one another. Although the two of you don’t spend more than a couple hours together at a time, you feel like you’ve known him for years. And not only do you get along, you work together amazingly well. You bounce ideas off of each other, and by your fourth session you’ve already got most of the songs done that you need — it’s quicker than any other job you’ve ever had. 

Of course, being almost done means that Jae likes to goof off even more. Once he realized that you spoke fluent English as well, it just got worse. It’s during your fifth session, while you’re in the middle of a very intense brainstorm and are attempting to jot it all down at the same speed as your brain is thinking it, that Jae suddenly lets out a sigh, leaning back into the couch cushions.

“I’m bored,” he groans, and you let out a barely audible hum. Not satisfied with this, Jae suddenly pokes his own pen into your side. 

You’ve been ticklish since childhood, and particularly on your sides, so it’s no surprise to you when you shriek and toss your pen to the table, jumping away from Jae. Jae, however, is surprised, and pleasantly so, it would seem.

“Jae, no,” you warn, watching the devilish smirk spread across his face. “Do not— Jae!” He abandons the pencil he had been using before and goes straight for your sides. You scramble towards the arm of the couch, trying desperately to get away from him and failing because his stupid arms are too long, and you can’t move fast enough. You keep swatting at his arms, laughing through your attempts to curse at him, feeling breathless. Jae laughs too, but much more mischievously than you. Your legs keep kicking in an attempt to move you further from Jae, but since you’re already pressed against the couch you don’t have anywhere to go — except down.

And you do, which hurts like a bitch because not only do you fall flat on your ass but then stupid Jae falls right on top of you after trying to catch you by the side of your sweatshirt. Your laughter quickly transitions into coughs, and you flick the top of Jae’s head without even opening your eyes yet.

“Get up, jerk. You’re heavy.”

You feel Jae’s weight lift, but only halfway, and you open your eyes to find his nose almost touching yours. His bangs are falling into his face, and he’s staring at you so intently you can’t help but blush. He’s so close that you can feel his breath fan over your lips, and you nervously lick your own out of habit.

“Hey, Y/N,” he starts, and you let out a soft laugh.

“Hi?” He smiles at you, somehow seeming equally breathless despite you being the one who got the wind knocked out of you.

“You’re cute, you know that?” You immediately look down, landing a soft punch on his shoulder.

“Shut up—”

“I’m serious,” he interrupts, and you look back up to find that he is, in fact, looking quite somber at the moment. “You wanna go out sometime?” The both of you stare each other down for a moment, and you can’t tell if the racing heartbeat you feel is yours or Jae’s. You let out a breathy laugh and look up into his eyes again.

“I’d like that,” you say, and Jae breaks into a blinding grin. Before he can speak, however, you press a finger to his lips, “After, the lyrics are done.” Jae laughs, winking cheekily at you.

“Piece of cake.”

You go on your first date that night, and the rest is history.

[justimajin]

A Wilting Rose╰ Part 1 ╮

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➺ Genre: Angst & Fluff

↳ (2.6k) Actor and Actress AU

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Warnings: spoilers of my other works (read them first before starting this series)

➺ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2

Sunlight seeps through the expensive beige curtains as a small bird hums sweetly against the balcony, the loud roar of traffic beneath it not disencouraging the bird enough to stop. More birds begin to notice the lone bird singing by itself and soar over with their broad wings, huddling together for warmth and letting the bird’s tune grow stronger with every minute’s passing. 

They begin to slowly inch over to the curtains, one of them innocently becoming curious and tugging on a single loose strand with its beak. The action causes the curtains to immediatey unravel, pushing them back to reveal the grand apartment in view hidden behind them, where a sweet princess lies and snores to her own content. 

The bird’s curiosity only grows as it keeps inching closer to the princess, singing to the top of its vocal chords in an attempt to allow the fine slumbering royalty listen in to their soothing tunes. 

However, the bird does not realize that its song is not reaching what one would assume to be a typical naive and sweet princess. 

A pillow is thrown in its direction. 

“Oh my god will you please shut up?!” The words are wrangled in annoyance and lined with detestment, the bird having to hurriedly flap its wings to avoid the blow. It turns to the group of friends it has gathered, squeaking in angry chirps until suddenly the whole flock of birds are flying away, seeking a more grateful contender to listen to their songs. 

You flop back onto your pillow, raising the sheets to cover your entire existence as you shut your lids tight and attempt to somehow salvage the sleep that was snatched away from you.

It takes its sweet time in coming to you, resulting in you having to twist and turn multiple times until you finally get that awkward spot that's enough to throw you back into a pool of unconsciousness. Time plays its own illusion on you, making long hours feel like mere seconds when a voice tugs you out of it again. 

“Y-Y/N…?” 

Your very first assumption is that you’re hallucinating, conjugating this voice into your dream and that there was no way in reality someone was actually talking to you. 

But then it speaks again. 

“Um...Y/N…?” 

A groan escapes you, shifting your burrito wrapped body as far away as you can from the source of the voice. However, a firm hand is placed on you and you just know there was no escaping now. 

“Y/N, you need to get up...Hyung says there’s an important schedule for you.” 

Of course there’s an important schedule, there’s always one in the morning. 

“I’m not getting up.” You state, liking the softness of your blanket and the warmth radiating against your pillow too much. 

“I-I’m sorry for this Y/N…” You widen your eyes, about to retort when suddenly you’re being lifted up while still being wrapped up in your blanket by two strong arms. You get plopped down onto a nearby couch as if you weighed absoutely close to nothing. “I’ll be waiting outside, please hurry.” 

You hear the door gently close and you pull the blanket away from your face, grumbling when your eyes land on the sun still early rising outside. 

***

Wearing a flashy black dress and a pair of dark sunglasses, you step outside in long heels and dart your eyes in both directions. You know they’re hiding somewhere, wanting to get a glimpse of your perfect woken face so that they can print it out and paste onto some juicy column of theirs much to your own detest. 

Sure enough, you take one step and suddenly an uproar of flashes are going off, exclaimed screams and questions being thrown into your face as you head towards the fancy red car with a mouth that only remains shut. 

Slamming the door behind you, you press a hand against your face and turn in the other direction with a sigh when an abundance of reporters are soon clouding your window. “Step on it.” You state, shoulders relaxing when the black-haired man seated in the driver’s seat doesn’t hesitate to obey your words. 

Soon your view is full of the broad city and its residents instead of wide engaged eyes and giant declaring mikes. Pulling out your bag, you take out some of your makeup, a hair comb and a mirror, being extremely aware that your job was to look aesthetically pleasing at all times and currently you were far too behind on that with your morning sleepy look.

“You look like you had a good night’s rest.” The man remarks, eyes flickering over to the front mirror to look behind at you in the midst of driving. 

You smirk, “Of course I did, a little birdy decided it would be better to drag me out of bed himself.” 

“Y/N…” He says exasperated, “Hyung said he needed to see you urgently.” 

You roll your eyes, “I have yet to understand why Namjoon likes mornings so much.” You smack your lips to evenly coat them with red lipstick, “And you could have given me a warning before you decided to haul me up!” 

“I did try to wake you up first and then you gave me no choice…” 

“Yeah, yeah…” You remark, staring outside your window at the now fully risen sun. However, it’s rays aren’t only reflecting just on you, but also on the shiny car that almost seems glued to your tail. 

“Jungkook.” You state, eyes suddenly flickering, “Take the back roads.” 

“Again?” He questions, looking at his rear mirror to confirm your suspicions when he suddenly pushes against the accelerator and tightens his hold on the steering wheel. 

“Can you lose them?” Desperation begins to leak in your voice when the car doesn’t seem to have the desire of making any other turns. 

Jungkook laughs, “Don’t underestimate me Y/N.” He instantly takes a sharp turn that has you sinking your fingers into your car seat. 

The car practically flies through multiple roads with Jungkook’s eyes being stuck on the road and expertly maneuvering through traffic. However the car behind you is incredibly determined, something that is all too well known to you when it’s right behind you at every step of the way. 

“Y/N, hold on.” Jungkook suddenly says, whipping around to look at the back of the car as he presses his hand against the opposite car seat. You furrow your brows when he suddenly pushes the car back into reverse and your hands instantly curl around your seat belt. 

The car behind you immediately slams on its brakes, skidding until it stops only millimeters behind you and Jungkook is soon turning around, jamming his foot against the accelerator again and then making a sharp turn. 

“Are you alright Y/N?” Jungkook glances at the head mirror and you nod, relaxing back into your seat. 

“I’m fine.” You state, crossing your arms and staring out the window normally despite the terrfied racing thumps of your heartbeat. 

***

“I’ll wait for you here until you get back.” Jungkook says, listening in on his headpiece, “I’ve informed Namjoon you’ve arrived, he’s waiting for you upstairs.” He points to the elevator and scans arounds you carefully, making sure the area was safe. 

You nod, heading over to the elevator and waiting as the numbers rapidly blink above you until they land on the top floor - where Namjoon’s office was located. Walking to the familiar oak door, you deliver a hard knock two times before crossing your arms and tapping the side of your heel against the carpeted door. 

The door opens to reveal an excited Namjoon, dressed in his typical glasses and tucked back brown hair, “Ah Y/N!” He gestures you inside and you plop down on the comfy chair he keeps behind his desk as he sits on top of it. 

A freshly brewed cup of coffee is sent in your direction alongside some other snacks and Namjoon chuckles, “You probably didn’t eat breakfast.” 

“What was the urgent schedule Namjoon? Why did you call me here?” You lean back in the chair, making no moves for the array of food before you as your eyes remain on trained on him. Truthfully, you're still wondering if being here with an actual schedule was something that you would be lucky enough to have after the disaster that was last night. 

“Well…” He turns around to his desk and grabs a stack of papers, dropping them on the table and they spread out to cover its entirety. “I need you to pick one.” 

You stare at the pile and frown, looking at Namjoon like he’s grown a third head, “Scripts? You want me to do a movie?”

Namjoon shakes his head and grins, “Y/N its not over yet, you can still come back twice as strong.” 

You break out into a fit of laughter, “Come back?” You walk closer to him, “Please do tell me then, who is going to want to cast the finished Y/N L/N and do business by racking in those high box office numbers?” Your last words come off in a whisper, “Because of course, everyone wants to see me on the big screen now.” 

“But that’s exactly it!” Namjoon stands up from his desk, “Y/N what happened was unfortunate, but all these reporters and journalists...they’re waiting for your next move. They want to see what you’ll do next.” 

A sharp glare is sent in his direction, “So they can have more horrible words to write about me?” 

“So you can prove them wrong.” Namjoon says in a gentler tone, “So you can prove that you’re still the Y/N L/N - a movie star that can act and is here to stay.” 

You just stare at him, trying to get his words to do something in you, spark any remains of hope that have long fizzled out.

You let out a long sigh, “You want me to pick a script?” 

Namjoon nods and you stare at the pile, flipping through the large packages and observing each and every title. After scanning through their summaries, you scoff. “Namjoon, these sound awful.” 

“What do you mean?” 

You pick one script up, “A girl falls in love with an immortal vampire but is then killed by the villain only to be reincarnated back to find her lover again?” You scrunch up your features, “What kind of messed up story is that?” 

“It could be good, you could portray the sadness in the emotions of the charac-” 

“Next.” You sigh, picking up another script, “I’m not interested in tragic romance.” Your eyes flicker over the summary, “A girl falls in love with a CEO and changes his life for the better, until she tragically dies after they get married and returns to him in the form of a ghost?” 

You turn to Namjoon and scoff, “Is there a single story in here where I don’t die?” 

Namjoon hands you another one, “Try this. It’s suppose to be in the comedy genre.” 

“Two doctors that start off as enemies and fall in love, discovering they were once separated childhood friends….” You look over the sheer amount of humour scenes and shake your head, “You seriously lost me at the comedy.” 

The script lands into the pile of discarded ones and you pluck up another, “A powerful CEO is set up with a man for an arranged marriage but then falsely believes he has conned her until he proves his innocence years later…” The summary seemed confusing at first but then your eyes land onto the character you are portraying. 

A ruthless and intimidating CEO. 

“Namjoon, I want to do this one.” You hand him the script and he looks over it. 

“I don’t know Y/N...this one seems on par with your own personality.” You raise an eyebrow at that, “You need to do something outside of your comfort zone, something that audiences wouldn’t expect you to do.” 

He shuffles through the abundance of scripts until he lands on the specific one, “Here! I think you should do this one.” 

“Scarlet Lovers?” You say out in a disinterested tone, “What is it about?” 

“It’s a story between a war general and a princess. They fall in love, get separated from each other and then killed.” You widen your eyes. 

“Namjoon I said I don’t want to do tragic romance!” 

“Read the role of the princess.” 

You sigh, looking back at the script and mumbling in a monotone voice, “The princess is quiet and kind, her sincerity is what draws the general closer to her and her pride for ruling her kingdom is what calls others to admire her so much.” You chuckle, “She sounds like a wuss.” 

“She sounds like the complete opposite of you.” Namjoon retorts, “The perfect character for you to challenge yourself with.”

You frown, “Who is going to play the role of the knight?” 

“A newcomer.” Namjoon smiles but your jaw drops down. 

“You want me to make a comeback with a newbie? While playing as a stupid princess?!” 

“He’s dedicated with his work and has agreed to be cast with you with any script Y/N.” He places a hand on your shoulder, “It’ll be the perfect launching pad for him and the best way for you to reclaim your spot in the industry.” 

“It still sounds risky to me. And why does this newbie want to act with me? Does he want his career to end before it even starts?!” You slam the script back down on the table and cross your arms, scoffing. 

“Y/N…” Namjoon says, picking up the script and handing it back to you, “Go home and read it over once. I’m going to talk to the director and see if I can get you casted in the meantime.” 

Before you can even protest, Namjoon is soon gently pushing you out of the room and the door shuts close without any words managing to escape from you. With a huff, you raise your hand and stare at the script for a split second, the mechanisms of your mind still not working in motion to it. 

“Me? A quiet kind princess?” 

A chuckle escapes you and you place the script in your bag before lazily walking off. 

“Yeah right.”

[quincywillows]

hey maggie! i’ve been following you for so long and as my sophomore year of college is wrapping up soon (thank god, online school is the worst), i’ve found myself literally not doing a lot of enjoyable things that i would want to do or really creating/writing in time that i have away from homework/classes. i’m so curious as to how you created and did all of your writing for fun/fanfic things after already having to write so much for your major?

omg a long time follower... hello. hi my pal. so honored you’ve stuck around this long and my apologies that you’ve dealt with me for so long LOLLLL but happy to have ya! CONGRATULATIONS on finishing your sophomore year of college, especially in these crazy times. i really can’t imagine trying to do school productively in these circumstances, so i have a lot of respect for all y’all that are powering through -- hopefully you’ll get some sense of normalcy in the coming school year. i especially commend you, because sophomore year can be tough no matter where you go to school / what your major is (sophomore slump is a real thing). it was my hardest year of college by far, so mad props for doing the damn thing. you’re super powerful for making it and i’m proud of you!!! i hope you’re proud of yourself too.

this question... it’s a tough one. i hear ya. my first major piece of advice is let yourself rest and recharge if you need to rest and recharge. if your semester has just wrapped up, you might not feel the effects of that fully until a few days after you’re free of it. and it’s 100% okay to let your brain take a little break after being in school mode for so long. i totally get the instinct to feel like okay now that i’m free i have to take advantage of it as much as i can and jump right back into these things i love since i should have wanted to do them this whole time... but our brains are strange things. they need time and their own methods to process things, even in ways we don’t consciously realize we need, and sometimes a break is truly necessary. that means from everything that uses brain power, including those things we love so much. and i know it can feel guilt-inducing to just not do anything (like i said, i know that feeling all too well and am living with it Too Much at the moment), but if your brain needs the break, give it the break. don’t push yourself to write for fun if it ends up feeling stressful and not fun. so to start, try giving yourself a day or two with no expectations to write or be creative and just... relax. absorb some media for a change rather than crafting it (my go-to is always reading books when i’m not creating output these days). i would be willing to bet that if you let yourself breathe with no expectations for even a little while, you’ll start to feel your creative urges and instincts bounce back without even trying, just as you’re hanging out and vibing. that’s how it always goes with me, anyway!

once you get the recharge done and you’ve got some mental energy back, then the question remains -- how do we do creative things and stay motivated while we also have other stuff to focus on? i’ll be candid, for me, writing stuff for fun is the escape from writing stuff for work / school. like it keeps me creatively fresh on both fronts to be constantly playing around and working with different ideas, so i try to keep multiple projects going at one time for that exact reason. when i start to burn out on one concept, i jump into working on something else. (the only time this backfires is when everything is in an outline / brainstorm stage, like i am right now, which let me tell you is a whole other ballpark and my nightmare LMAO). but i think all this to say, part of it is just reframing how you look at the writing you do for fun. i dont think of it as stuff i’m doing On Top Of everything i’ve got going on, it takes equal importance and residency in my mind. they’re just different categories of output. in fact, i’m guilty more so of like working on the fun things when i’m supposed to be working on the Work work (hehe), but again, that’s another angle.

so then what are ways we can get inspired to jump back into the fun things, after reframing our mindset and after our recharge? for me, i have a lot of different things i do that keep writing fun for me. the main one -- and i cannot stress this enough -- is building a storytelling community of some kind where you can just have fun, bounce ideas around, and do writing in a very non-stressful environment. i’ve had friends like this since i was 11, and i owe all of them a life debt because they will never know how much they kept me going creatively. there’s just something very inspirational and creatively rich about having a group of people you feel safe to just throw ideas out to (and who you know actually enjoy listening to you ramble -- that one is crucial. i’ve had friends who i thought were those kind of people and then it ended up turning out pretty bad, and that can kill your creative buzz). for example, i would say 9/10 of the fun fanfic ideas i’ve written and shared started, in some shape or form, as me pitching it to my friends and getting to pop off about it and work out the bare bones with that test audience of sorts. plus, if you have writer friends, for example, this is something you can do for each other and not only build your creative friendship, but also support one another. that’s a key to the sprint method, and it’s how @ambitionsource gets written -- i don’t know if ambition would be almost through 3 seasons at this point if esther and i weren’t writing it together and constantly talking and chatting and brainstorming about it by feeding off each other’s enthusiasm. and in the real world, that’s basically what writing courses are for -- your peers and classmates are that community in that class. there’s something truly so invigorating about having that community, so if you can find that, i cannot recommend it enough.

but what can you do on your own? it’s not always easy to find that community, or if you don’t want to, and honestly sometimes its nice to just work creatively on your own with no interaction from others. for me, one thing i do is try to build the aesthetic around the project to get in the mood of it. for me, the biggest method to this is playlists. i’m a huge music junkie, so making a playlist (often times both vibes with lyrical musical and instrumental with movie scores) is like my immediate go-to when i need to tune in or flesh out a new idea and get in the zone. another thing i love doing that always gets me in the zone is doing character tests / alignments / etc. like personality quizzes are my shit, and i love doing it even more for characters. i’ll spend hours over time taking tests and assigning types and stuff just because not only is it damn fun, it really does flesh out character in ways you wouldn’t expect -- you have to step into their mind to answer questions and really think... like oh, how would x respond to y situation... and it’s really eye-opening sometimes! (hit me up if you want a list of the common personality tests i do for characters; i have a folder on my bookmarks bar lol). you can also try other creative things like making moodboards / pinterest boards, or making edits if that’s up your alley.

if all of that doesn’t seem to unblock your fatigue towards doing what you enjoy, my last piece of guidance -- and i know this sounds annoying, but bear with me -- is to just do it. even if you’re not Feeling It, do it anyway. for a little bit of time, bit by bit. that’s the whole conceit behind the sprint method, which takes writing and breaks it into bite-sized chunks. i’m a subscriber to the belief that writer’s block is a myth and isn’t real, and sometimes you really just have to push through your hesitation and do it. 9/10 times, when i do this, i find myself feeling so much more productive and happy and ready to write again once i just break that mental barrier. and whatever you do in that first breakthrough does not have to be brilliant, it’s just about getting back that energy and flexing those muscles -- especially if they’re rusty. 

hopefully some of this will be helpful to you as you try to get your rhythm back! let me know if you’re still feeling stuck and maybe we can narrow in on what might be causing the fatigue. best of luck, writing legend!

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I saw that not all your muses have fcs and I was wondering if that was on purpose or if you forgot? Not that I'm trying to face chase, I was just curious!

Wheezes ever so slightly–

They’ve actually… all… got face claims already… And I’m alwaysss aware I have to finish graphics. There’s 2 things keeping me from putting boards for the ones not shown yet:

a) It takes me time to get a whole mood board together! I love making them but I don’t always have the time to search and get it together. I put way too much time into the ones I even have posted already. Not that I have any regrets!

b) Most of the ones I don’t have up are for muses I’ve had previously at some point in time before krp, so there’s a big dose of uhhhhh… Western faces, and YouTubers-? Some like using an entire group for FC’s in their list of muses, and I like using some from YT because I watch it a lot. So, sue me~ :-}

AMI E. KEARNY: Marzia BisogninMoodboard Issue: Marzia’s pictures are all so damn ~aesthetic~ that hardly anything goes together so it’s like uhhh how do I put together a cohesive thing?? Plus she has little resources.

CHRISTIAN BÖHM: Mark FischbachMoodboard Issue: Mark is an idiot constantly !!!!!!! or goofy af. Do you know how hard it is finding more lowkey / nice pictures of this nerd? God help me. Will a moodboard ever happen? No.

GWON MINHEE: Bae YoonyoungMoodboard Issue: Frankly she’s just not a priority because she’s a reserved muse and I have a total of one (1) thread planned for her. Maybe someday? Probs on a bored, quiet day.

HAN SIYANG: Dong YoungbaeMoodboard Issue: Youngbae’s had black hair most of forever and Siyang is canonly blond as hell, or I’ll even accept lighter brown hair à la Bae Bae times. Luckily he’s a reserved muse anyway.

LEE CHANGHYUK: Oh SehunMoodboard Issue: … Laziness.. He has so many looks it’s hard to decide what photo shoot or “look” to use. -o- Also not sure if I want to keep his hair black? Face is finalized, appearance is not.

MANUEL M. MILLER: Anthony PadillaMoodboard Issue: Padilla is… I don’t even know. He looks like a hobo 98% of the time. His style makes my eyes cry. Manny is way more put together. It’s hard finding “normal” pics for him-

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Bewitched. [F] [H]

Written by lovelies @def-initely-soul, @maliby and myself for the Fall Member’s Project of KPop Trash Network. This has been so much fun to write, girls!!

Prompt: “ WHO’S THE PUNK SINGING CHRISTMAS SONGS?! IT’S NOT EVEN PAST HALLOWEEN YET!”

Secret prompt: “Oh, and by the way... you’ve got a cute butt.”

Moodboard: Done by @maliby (Thanks!!) Pics are not hers, all credits to the owners.

Fandom: GOT7

Type: Fluff, Humour

Member: Lim Jaebeom (JB)

Word count: 7,308

Halloween - the black and the orange, the pumpkins and the skeletons, the possibility of being literally anything or anyone you wanted just for a night, eating loads of candy without feeling guilty. You loved everything about it.

You were pumpkin carving when you heard your phone ring - it was your best friend Pam. “Get your costume ready ‘cause you're officially invited to the best party ever.” Every year Pam would throw the biggest Halloween party in town.

“What party? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You tried to play dumb.

“Shut up, yes you do! Or do I have to get another Halloween mate?”

“No, no, no! I was just kidding!” You quickly defended.

“Good.”

You two had been celebrating Halloween together ever since you were little, never missing a chance to go trick or treating together in cute matching outfits. One time you two even went dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.

“What will you be wearing?” You asked her.

“Hmmm...I’ve been thinking of wearing a Corpse Bride costume. And you?”

“I don’t know yet, I have to think about it.”

“You could always go as Wonder Woman,” Pam suggested.

“And have 35 other girls dressed the same as me? No, thanks.”

“True. Better call it ‘no wonder you’re Wonder Woman’.”

“Damn right.” Your burst out laughing but a guy singing interrupted you.

“Hey, who’s that singing?” Pam asked.

“That’s it! Pam, I’ll call you later.”

You hung up the phone and stormed out of your house to give whoever it was that was singing a piece of your mind.

“Who’s the punk singing Christmas songs? It's not even past Halloween yet!” You said through gritted teeth.

For three days you’d been hearing someone singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer in the apartment right above yours. Your friend Jackson, from school, lived in that apartment with another guy you never met, Jaebeom. You didn’t recognize the singing voice so you imagined it was Jaebeom’s, since you’d never met him.

But today you’d had enough, you took the spare key Jackson had given you for emergencies and barged in their house.

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw: a guy you imagined was Jaebeom dressed as Rudolph, Jackson dressed as Santa right in front of him; and BamBam, another friend from school, sitting on the couch in front of them pissing himself laughing.

You thought about interrupting them but a little voice inside your head told you to just keep watching the show.

“Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say” Jaebeom sang while looking at Jackson signalling him to carry on.

Jackson hesitated a bit but after Jaebeom gave him a deadly look, he completed the verse in an annoyed tone. “Rudolph with your nose so bright, won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”

Not being able to hold it in any longer you burst out laughing, your presence then becoming noticeable.

“Y/N?” Asked Jackson, hiding behind Jaebeom so you wouldn’t see him in that manner.

“What the fuck is this? Jackson why are you dressed as Santa?” You inquired still laughing.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like!”

“Oh, trust me. It’s exactly what it looks like,” said BamBam.

“Shut up, BamBam!” Jaebeom intervened. “Excuse me, but can you tell me who you are and why do you have a key to our apartment?”

“This is Y/N, Jaebeom hyung. She lives below us. She’s our friend from school so I gave her our house key for emergencies,” Jackson said, pointing at himself and BamBam.

“Oh, then why are you here? Did something bad happen?” Jaebeom turned to ask you.

“No. It’s just that I’ve been hearing you sing this song now for days and I just couldn’t take it any longer. Why are you singing a Christmas song on Halloween?”

“Because ever since I was a kid, I never really liked Halloween so I usually skip right to Christmas.”

“Wait, you don’t like Halloween?” You couldn’t believe what you just heard.

“Not really.”

“Why?”

“I just don’t.” He shrugged.

“He’s never even gone trick or treating,” BamBam said, getting the side eye from Jaebeom.

“He never what? Okay, stop.” You turned to Jaebeom. “You can’t say you don’t like Halloween when you’ve never even gave it a proper shot. My friend Pam is throwing a Halloween party, come with me and let me show you how fun Halloween can be.”

“Pam’s party? Oh my God, she only throws like the most legendary parties! Can we come too?” Asked Jackson.

“Of course! You’re all invited to come.”

“Oh my God, it’s going to be so cool! We have to pick our costumes!” Said BamBam.

“I’m not sure…” Jaebeom trailed off.

“Come on, hyung! You can’t say no!” Jackson protested, making a pouty face.

“Jaebeom, please don’t say no. I’m gonna be the one responsible for your Halloween experience and I promise you that if you’re not enjoying it you can just go home,” you assured him.

“Aish...fine. I’ll go to the party and be a part of your Halloween experience.”

“Oh, my gosh. Yay! I promise you won’t regret it!” You said while jumping up and down from excitement.

“Alright, so do you have any idea what costumes you’ll be wearing?” Asked Jackson, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

“Not yet, but I know the perfect place to go!”

You took them all to your favourite place to buy costumes: Masquerade. It was the place where you and Pam would always buy your Halloween costumes. Masquerade had everything, from the most simple of costumes to the most detailed, and from the most silly to the fanciest ones. You could find literally anything you could imagine in there.

After two hours of trying on costumes and getting BamBam to stop playing with the wigs, everyone finally got their costume. Jaebeom got a vampire costume, BamBam got a zombie costume, Jackson got a Jack Sparrow one and you were going to go as Morticia Addams.

When the day of the party came, you went to meet with the guys at Jackson and Jaebeom’s house so you could all go together. When Jaebeom opened the door for you, you couldn't help but stare at him. He was supposed to look scary but he looked so fucking hot.

“Hey you look amazing!” He smiled at you.

“Thank you, you too.” You could feel yourself starting to blush so you quickly walked past him and entered the house. “Is everybody ready to go?”

“Yes!” Jackson and BamBam said while coming inside of the room.

“Hey, you guys look amazing! BamBam you look really scary, I like it!” You said while giving him two thumbs up.

“Thanks Y/N, you look fantastic! You look just like Morticia.”

“Thank you! And you Jackson, Jack Sparrow really suits you!” You said.

“CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow if you don’t mind. But thanks Y/N, you look dazzling” He playfully winked at you.

“Alright, so is everybody ready to go?” Asked Jaebeom.

“Let’s go!” Said BamBam.

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“When you said your friend was throwing a party, I must say this isn’t what came in mind…” Jaebeom said.

Although his voice got drowned out by the latest remix of Michael Jackson’s Thriller coming out of the speakers. And by the enormous amount of people dancing in the middle of Pam’s living room, shaking the entire house with their movements.

And that was just a normal party at Pam’s.

A wicked smile took over your lips. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” you said, entering the crowd with a very enthusiastic Jackson and BamBam following close behind. Jaebeom just trailed after you cautiously, his eyes warily travelling around the expanse of the living room. As if waiting something to attack him, any moment now.

You stopped in the middle of the dance floor, where everyone seemed entranced by the rhythm of the music and you turned to face the three men. The wicked expression on your face clearly matching the aesthetic of your costume. “Now, that’s what a Halloween party looks like!”

And truthfully, Pam had outdone herself this time. The whole house was decorated to resemble various themes of Halloween. The kitchen was turned into a mad scientist’s lab, a cemetery had appeared along the hallway, and the living room you were currently in had transformed into a haunted house. She had even bought a fog machine!

While Jackson and BamBam looked around in excitement, Jaebeom’s eyes held a much more reserved tone. He fidgeted in his spot, his hands struggling to find something to do.

“This party is awesome! How did she even find all this stuff?!” Jackson inspected a Ouija board hanging from the ceiling.

“Probably from a Halloween store… or a real-life cemetery or something…” Jaebeom responded, uncomfortably. You sighed. Damn, and he looked so good in this costume.

A thought you quickly shook your head to get rid of.

“Who wants alcohol?” you said, instead.

BamBam snorted. “Is that even a question?”

“Okay, so all of us?” you watched the three guys for confirmation, while Jackson and BamBam simply nodded.

“Yes… Definitely yes…” Jaebeom replied, inspecting the room awkwardly. You threw him a side-glance.

“Okay so four drinks, which means someone should help,” you announced. But your words flew right through deaf ears as Jackson and BamBam had already begun dancing wildly to the beat. Then they dabbed and you knew you were getting those drinks alone.

“I can help.”

Jaebeom’s voice reached you before you took off. “Plus, I don’t think I can handle being here alone and I’m certainly not joining these two idiots…” he added, to which you replied with a giggle.

Admittedly, you wouldn’t have handle it either.

“Follow me.” You grasped his hand to drag him all the way to the kitchen. You were too busy semi-dancing to the beat of the song currently playing to notice that Jaebeom’s eyes grew in surprise and he might have stumbled a bit.

As soon as you stepped foot into the kitchen, you walked straight forward to the fridge, while Jaebeom followed awkwardly behind.

You were observing him though from the corner of your eye. You noticed that even though he was wearing a costume and seemingly, he was into the Halloween theme, his whole stance screamed discomfort. Like a fish out of water.

“What? Never been to a party before?” You walked slowly next to him, while you gave him two beer cans and you held on two more.

Jaebeom scoffed, as you both began walking to the living room. “I’ve been to a party before!” he said confidently but his face fell before adding “... just not a Halloween one.”

“Well, since it’s your first time, I’ll be your chaperone!” you replied with a smile. You were supposed to make him see the wonders of Halloween and enjoying a Halloween party was definitely one of them.

At this he laughed, the sound a little less forced. “A chaperone?”

“Yeah, didn’t I already say I would walk you through Halloween? This is a party for Halloween so it is essential for you to enjoy it!” You winked at him, before returning your attention to the spot Jackson and BamBam were dancing and walking towards them. But if you had looked back at Jaebeom, you would have seen his cheeks turning red.

“We got beers!” you yelled, your hands raised to the ceiling. Both of Jackson and BamBam cheered as they grabbed both of the cans in your hands, leaving you empty handed as they danced.

“Here,” Jaebeom offered the other beer, and for some reason you didn’t think of joining the other two guys on the dance floor.

“Are you not dancing?” you glanced at him curiously, opening your can of beer. He turned the can in his hands before opening it with a loud crack.

“No, not really…” was his reply before taking a sip from his beer and bringing out his phone to check the time.

You tapped your fingers on your can, trying to figure out a way to help him relax. But with the deafening music and the amount of people around you, it seemed nearly impossible.

And then something happened. Someone stumbled upon Jaebeom, making him drop his phone. He grumbled something, annoyed, as he passed you his beer and he bent over to pick it up.

Oh. Well the view was certainly promising.

And just as you were admiring that particular view, Jackson’s mind seemed to be in tune with yours, because he did what you’d been thinking.

He slapped Jaebeom’s ass.

A loud laugh escaped you as Jaebeom turned around livid, his eyes looking appalled.

“What the hell, Jackson?!”

Jackson smile mischievously. “Come on, hyung, you’ve got to loosen up a little! You’re at a party!” Meanwhile you were still laughing your ass off.

“And you thought I’d relax with a slap in the ass?!” he asked, incredulously. Then he turned to you. “And you! Stop laughing!” he said seriously, although you noted he looked much more relaxed than before.

“Sorry, sorry,” you managed to get out through choked giggles, as BamBam and Jackson had begun laughing with you.

“It’s just that your face....” you said before breaking into another laughing fit. Jaebeom’s ears turned red, as he crossed his arms under his chest, his lips slightly protruding in a pout.

How adorable.

“Oh, and by the way…” your laughter began to die but the smile remained etched on your lips, “... you’ve got a cute butt.”

Now you were met with three pairs of wide eyes and you marvelled at the shock covering their faces. What a simple compliment could do. Jackson was looking at you, his mouth hanging open and BamBam’s eyes kept travelling between you and Jaebeom in shock. And Jaebeom’s ears had turned even redder than before.

Which gave you some sort of satisfaction. God, he was so shy and awkward and hot. You enjoyed teasing him far too much. For his good and your own.

“Hey! You made it!” you heard Pam’s voice and then you saw her approaching you, full on her Corpse Bride costume. Right on time, you thought.

“Of course I did!” you went for a quick hug.

“And I see you brought company! Hey guys!” Pam hugged Jackson and BamBam as well, while Jaebeom stood in the corner not sure what to do. His awkwardness over your comment already forgotten over the arrival of Pam.

“Hey, Pam, I see you went full on Halloween this year,” BamBam teased her as the sounds of the creepy songs only enhanced his words.

Pam gasped, pretending to be offended. “This year?! Bitch, please, Halloween is like my holiday prom night!”

Jackson raised an eyebrow. “Holiday prom night?”

“Yeah, just like a prom night but on Halloween. Best night of the year!”

At this, Jaebeom’s eyebrows shot to his hairline in wonder. Something that caught Pam’s eye.

“And I don’t think I know you! Hi, I’m Pam,” she said and while Jaebeom simply offered his name and his hand for a handshake, Pam just went straight for a hug.

“Nice to meet you, Jaebeom! Hope you’re having fun!” and while Jaebepm opened his mouth to reply, Jackson and BamBam dragged him away on the dancefloor, as Time Warp began playing through the speakers.

“So, who’s the stud?” Pam asked you conspiringly, eyeing Jaebeom up and down.

You smiled. “Remember the guy singing Christmas songs the other day?”

“You mean the one that’s been driving you nuts over the past few days?”

You nodded, simply. “That’s the one.”

Pam looked at you wide-eyed, before focusing on Jaebeom. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind being his Mrs Claus…”

You threw a threatening glance at her direction. “Hands off, okay?”

To which she smiled teasingly. “Why? You called dibs first?”

You returned the smile, as you looked at Jaebeom again. “Something like that…”

Then you realised that while Jackson and BamBam were dancing their hearts off, Jaebeom wasn’t exactly dancing. More like standing awkwardly next to the duo, not knowing what to do. It was time for you to interfere and save him from his misery.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to be his knight in shining armour and save the poor man,” you said to Pam, walking towards Jaebeom.

“Oh, no worries, I think I’ll join Jackson and BamBam to do the pelvic thrust that really drives you insaaaaane!” she sang the last part along with the music before she run off to the other two boys.

Jaebeom didn't see you approaching him, so when you grabbed his hand he jumped on the spot, surprised.

“Relax, it’s just me,” you said calmly, wondering how a person could look both cute and sexy at the same time. Because that was how Jaebeom looked right now. With big, round eyes that reminded you of a puppy and a killer body, dressed as a vampire.

You were in too deep already.

“Seeing as you look like you’re about to barf any minute now, I decided to spare you this once…” your cryptic words made Jaebeom’s face scrunch in confusion.

“Meaning?”

A teasing smile graced your lips. “Wanna get out of here?”

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Standing before the haunted house tour, you realised this might have been a mistake. You could feel your hands trembling and cold sweat washing over you. You were all in for Halloween, but you’d never been to a haunted house before. And now you realised why. You were scared shitless.

On the other hand, Jaebeom just returned from paying with two tickets in hand, and he looked positively excited. For the first time tonight.

“I’ve never been in a haunted house before!” He almost trembled with anticipation.

“Huh… would you believe me if I said same?” you said with a tense voice. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

You took a breath. No. You promised Jaebeom to get him through the joys of Halloween and that was what you were going to do.

You took a determined step towards the entrance, but suddenly you felt Jaebeom’s hand circling your wrist. You haltered.

“Wait, are you ok? You look a little pale…” you could hear the concern in his voice as clear as you heard his previous excitement. And you felt guilty to not go inside when finally he seemed excited with something about Halloween.

“It’s the costume Jaebeom. You know, skin pale as a ghost and lips red as blood? That's Morticia,” you began blabbering to throw him off and then you took off to the entrance.

Jaebeom, although not at all convinced you were all right, followed you inside and he caught up with you. The house was flooded with darkness and an eerie silence was hanging in the air.

As soon as both of you crossed the threshold, the door behind you closed with a bang. You yelped at the sound, simultaneously taking a step back, colliding with something. Something firm and warm, and when you realised it was Jaebeom's chest, you murmured a quick apology before following the designated path.

Jaebeom flushed with the contact. His gaze fell immediately to the ground before he whispered back “It’s okay” and he followed you again.

The path you had to follow was pre-decided, as you couldn't go anywhere you wanted inside the house. There was a standard course, starting from the entrance, to the kitchen and living room and then to the upper floor where the master bedroom was.

“Hey Y/N, wait up!” you heard Jaebeom's voice calling for you, as you walked into the kitchen.

You pierced your lips together, as you looked around the room. There was blood splattered on the white walls (fake of course but that didn't make it any less terrifying). The table and chairs were broken, shards of wood covering the floor, and a very still figure of a man was lying between all the mess, covered in dirt and blood. You couldn't tell if he was a real man or not and that didn't help calming down your nerves.

The only light in the room was coming from a single light bulb, hanging from the ceiling, that flickered.

So, looking at the whole picture of it, you were beyond creeped out.

“Wow, they did a very good job at doing this!” Jaebeom said calmly walking around the room. You, though, stood frozen right in front of the immobile man. Your eyes stayed glued to his form, waiting, anticipating from him to be an actor and scare you. Jaebeom was still observing the space and when you deemed that the body on the floor was most likely a doll, a silent exhale left your lips as you took a step to reach Jaebeom.

That was when you felt something slithering its way around your ankle. Cold, wet fingers wrapped around your skin and when you looked down mortified, the man was looking at you. No irises in his eyes, they were completely white.

Then you let out an ear-piercing scream.

Jaebeom was next to you in a matter of seconds, dragging you away from the man on the ground, pushing you behind him.

“Come on, let’s move,” he said sternly, his hand wrapped around your wrist as you followed him down the path of the tour.

When you were in the living room, Jaebeom stopped to look at you, worriedly. “Are you okay?”

You were still trembling, but the initial shock had faded, only leaving you with a slight sense of discomfort. Still, you nodded, refusing to look at him as your eyes travelled around anxiously.

“Wait…” Jaebeom began, putting two and two together, “... were you afraid, just now?” You swore you could hear the smile in his words. How embarrassing. You clicked your tongue, still not meeting his eyes.

Then an impulsive laugh escaped him, reverberating around the walls, breaking that awful silence. You stared at him, surprised by how mellifluous the sound of his laugh was.

Wait. He was laughing at you!

“I’m not afraid!” you said, trying to appear stern but the stubbornness in your voice made you look more like a freaking five year old.

Well, a “cute” five year old, Jaebeom would’ve added.

His laughter started dissipating as he gripped your hand again. “Okay, Morticia, whatever you say. Now let’s explore the rest of the house together before you shit your pants,” was his reply and honestly he looked so relaxed and so himself in contrast to the party, that you didn't argue.

So you just grumbled some sort of annoyed answer as you made your way through the living room. Here most of the furniture was covered with white sheets, as a heavy layer of dust covered the others and the floor. There were some yellow wall lamps that did little to illuminate the space, and the wood on the floor creaked with every step.

But Jaebeom didn’t let you stay there for long, motioning for you to follow him to the next floor.

With every step of the stairs you took, you began relaxing again, until your nerves calmed down. Surprisingly, Jaebeom’s presence loosened you further. You felt safe around him, even though you knew all this was fake.

“So, now we only have to go through the master bedroom and we’re done!” Jaebeom announced, looking at you as you stood next to him. You could feel his stare, the note of worry residing in his eyes.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool but as soon as you did Jaebeom looked down, shaking his head, trying to conceal his smile.

“Fine, but if you get scared, don’t come to me for help,” he added, although he already knew, should you get scared again, he would be more than willing to help.

You shrugged again, this time walking forward first, Jaebeom coming right after you. You opened the door to the master bedroom and looked around warily.

The room was modelled after the second instalment of “The Conjuring” Saga. The tapestry on the walls had faded, almost torn down at the corners. There was no light at all here and the furniture were all upside down and scattered to the floor.

Like the movie, crosses were placed on the wall but upside down and among them rested a painting of a child, aiming to creep out all the visitors; and let’s just say it had completed its purpose.

“Okay, this is kinda creepy…” Jaebeom exclaimed, but more out of curiosity than fear. Instead, he kept pacing inside the room, looking around, inspecting every single detail in awe.

“Kinda?!” Your words incredulous, as your rubbed your arms. A fierce, piercing chill had come through you and you soon began trembling again.

Jaebeom smirked at the sound of your voice, ready to make a snarky remark, when he saw your expression. His smile immediately fell, as he saw you almost panicking and he rushed to get next to you.

“Hey, hey…” he said, his voice remarkably softer than before, as he gripped your shoulders gently. “This isn’t real, okay? It’s just this room and we’re done-”

A loud bang echoed throughout the house.

You yelped again, instinctively gripping Jaebeom’s clothes and hiding your face in his chest.

Although in any other occasion you would have immediately retreated and apologize, this time you couldn’t move, you couldn’t do anything. You just stood frozen, your face pressed into Jaebeom’s shirt, as you struggled to breathe properly.

Jaebeom almost shut down at the contact. There you were, scared out of your senses, your little frame clinging onto him for dear life. Your eyes were closed, face scrunched up in fear, as you slowly breathed against him. As if every exhale was getting rid of your paranoia little by little. He didn’t know how to act to calm you and this whole exchange between the two of you was a first for him. He was as lost as you were, hence the out-of-order beating of his heart.

After a few seconds though, you felt his hands slowly engulfing you in a protective embrace. His head rested on top of yours, as he carefully caressed your hair. You began feeling at ease, hearing the sound of his heartbeat.

You stood like that for a moment, before you heard Jaebeom whispering.

“Do you want to leave?” he said, quietly into your hair.

And when you nodded, it was all Jaebeom needed to get you out of there.

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The night was strangely calm after you went out of the haunted house. The contrast between the suffocating and terrifying mansion and the open sky and cool night of the end of October made you hyper-aware of your surroundings. It made you conscious of the wind blowing between the leaves of the trees; the pale shadows of the clouds changing in the sky, covering and uncovering the moon; the occasional hoot of an owl.

It made you aware of him, next to you. The way he protected you back there, when you were scared of even your own steps. Oh, God. You had made a fool out of yourself in front of him. You were just trying to show him the magic of Halloween and he had to end up putting up with your panicked ass.

You were sure he loved Halloween now. Of course he did, because annoying hysteric people was what anyone would want for their perfect Halloween experience. Great.

“I think Morticia Addams really suits you, you know?” He said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between the two of you.

“Oh, really?” You tried to sound nonchalant, like nothing embarrassing had happened. “And why would that be? Maybe is it because of my cool demeanour in the face of adversity, perhaps?”

Jaebeom chuckled and you high five yourself mentally. At least your little breakdown had served a purpose: to make him laugh.

“No, not what I was thinking,” he told you, laughing. “But the way you clung to me… you know. I’ve always thought the way Gomez and Morticia clung to each other was sweet. They seem so in love. And you did the exact same thing.” He was starting to get a little nervous, and words came out of his mouth in a hurry. “Not that I think we look in love, or anything like that, just… You are sweet.”

The last sentence was almost a whisper, but you heard it either way.

The tips of his ears were a little red and he was looking at the ground a bit mortified. However, when he looked up again, you were looking at him with a smile and an equally flustered face, and that was enough for him. You stared at each other for what seemed like hours and you got lost in the darkness of his eyes, the crinkles that formed when he smiled. But when he finally averted his gaze, clearing his throat, you felt like you hadn’t had enough. That long, intimate look you had shared wasn’t long enough to satiate you.

“So,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “are we going back home, now?”

“What? No!” You laughed, tension fading a bit. “All this talk about sweetness has reminded me that we still have to do the most important thing of Halloween.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-umm,” you hummed and you took his hand, standing on your tiptoes to get near his ear to whisper. “We are going trick or treating.”

He let out a loud laugh while he shook his head no.

“We are too old for that, Y/N. No one is going to give us any candy.”

You looked up at him and you put your best pouting face, pulling on his hand.

“This is not up for debate, Jaebeom,” you said, trying to give your voice a command tone. “We are doing it whether you want to or not, but I’d rather you do it willingly.”

You were joking, of course. You were not going to force him to do anything he didn’t want to do, and he knew that.

“Forget about the sweetness,” he teased you, “you are a scary lady. I don’t want to be your sworn enemy, so I guess I have to do as you say.”

You giggled at his dorky way of flirting with you and without releasing his hand, you dragged him down the street with you. Still laughing when you set foot on the porch of the first house, you looked up to him.

“Ready?” You asked him.

Without waiting for an answer, you rang the bell and wait. You could hear noises behind the closed door and when it finally opened, there was a smiley middle-aged woman holding a plastic pumpkin full of candies.

“Trick or treat!” You chirped happily, and the woman’s smile faltered.

“Aren’t you a little bit old to be doing this?” She questioned the two of you. You shrugged shamelessly and behind you, Jaebeom was trying to apologise to the woman without letting the amusement reached his voice. She just took two of the cheapest candies in the plastic bag and handed them to you. “I hope I don’t see you two next year. This is for the kids.” And with that, she closed the door in your faces.

Jaebeom and you shared a look and then burst out laughing. He took one of the candies from your grip and shook it in front of your face.

“You are terrible, really. Shameless.”

That only made you laugh even more.

“C’mon. We still have more houses to visit,” you said to him, and grabbed his hand again to go running to the next house.

The second house you visited went by similar than the first one, with an adult judging you both hard. The third house was empty, unfortunately. When you reached your fourth house you were pretty sure Jaebeom could not smile widely even if he tried. You smiled too; he was having a great time. You were about to ring the bell when Jaebeom stopped you.

“Can I do it? I want to do it,” he asked you excitedly.

“It’s all yours,” you answered, doing a very dramatic gesture to the doorbell, inviting him.

He rang the bell and you waited patiently for the door to open, both of you trying to hold your giggles. When the door finally shut open, though, there were no smiley people standing there. An old woman was at the threshold, holding a bowl of candies, looking very pissed.

Jaebeom took a step back when the woman shook the bowl at your faces and a few chocolate bars went flying in your direction, scattering through the floor.

“You made me get up of the couch for this?!” The woman screamed at you. “You scoundrels, taking the kids caramels and bothering old people!!”

Jaebeom reached for your hand and you looked at him. He was shocked, her mouth hanging open. He looked at the old woman while she screamed at you. Suddenly his face changed, his eyes opening widely, and that was when you turned to see that the old woman had changed the bowl of candies for a broom and she was very determined to kick you both with it.

Oh, fuck.

You felt Jaebeom pulling at your hand, trying to get you away from the crazy lady who was now shaking the broom above her head while she screamed incoherencies.

“You have no shame. NO SHAME AT ALL.”

Ok, you needed to get out of there. Now. But first, the candies.

Jaebeom was still trying to take you away from the house, but you were resolved to get as many chocolate bars that were scattered through the porch as possible. You bended to take one of the bars when a broom landed dangerously close to your hand. You screamed, Jaebepm screamed, and the woman screamed too.

This was ridiculous.

You let go of Jaebeom’s hand and bended again to try and take the chocolate bars. This time eyeing the old woman, who at this point was on full persecuting mode on you. She let the broom fall again but you were ready this time, dodging while you managed to grab two more candies.

The absurdity of the situation hit you hard and you started laughing, still running away from the armed woman. Jaebeom was looking at you as if you had lost your mind.

“Y/N, we need to go!” He yelled at you.

You sprinted towards him, managing to grab one more bar before running down the stairs of the porch.

“Run!” You screamed, rushing past him still chuckling.

You heard him squeal in fear behind you and that only made you laugh even harder. You could hear his footsteps chasing you and the old woman still screaming in the distance. You hugged your precious candies to your chest and kept running towards your house, until you listened to Jaebeom’s voice calling your name again. You lowered your steps, allowing him to catch you.

“You are insane, woman!” He told you the minute he was at your side, but there was a note of delight in his voice so you could tell he was not really scolding you.

You kept walking down the street until you reached a kids playground and you smiled. There was still one thing left to do.

“Do you want to go home, Jaebeom?” You asked him.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Why? Do you have something else in mind?”

“Well…” you hugged the candies even closer and smiled, “we have all this candy, the night is still young and… you know, getting high on sugar is a Halloween tradition after all.”

“Oh, if it’s a Halloween tradition I can’t pass on it, can I?”

You shook your head no and giggled, heading to the park, Jaebeom following you. The playground was made of wood and it had that little toy house for kids at the top of a ladder attached to a slide and a pair of swings a little further.

You passed Jaebeom half of the chocolate bars so your hands would be a little freer and you could climb the ladder to get to the wood toy house. You gathered your dress in one hand and started climbing, feeling Jaebeom’s eyes on you. You smiled, knowing that in that position your ass was popping out nicely for him to see.

You let yourself fall onto the floor of the little house and he soon followed, looking at you with a naughty grin.

“You know? You’ve got a cute butt, too,” he told you, half embarrassed half unapologetic. You were not sure which one was the real Jaebeom but you didn’t care. You liked both versions of him, one shy, awkward and adorable. The other confident and serious. And both could make you blush like a high school girl.

You felt your face and neck heat up because of his compliments and you prayed that the white make-up you were wearing were enough to hide it. You lowered your face so your hair covered it, just in case.

“Thank you,” you whispered and you could hear him chuckle.

“Let’s eat, ok?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said.

You took one of the bars that was resting on your lap and ripped it open, biting the chocolate and letting an appreciating hum leave your lips. Jaebeom did the same.

“You know?” he told you. “This right here has been my favourite part of Halloween so far.” He turned his head to look at you and you mimic him. “Eating chocolate sitting beside a beautiful girl. I don’t think I could ask for more.”

You tried to fight it but a grin spread through your face and when he smiled back at you his eyes disappeared into two thin crescent moons. God, he was beautiful. How did you manage to end your night with him?

You stayed like that for a while, just eating your pickings and talking about everything and nothing. You learnt that he loved cats and singing and he learnt that you had a brother and wanted to be a director.

When all your candies were gone, you pinched his side to gain his attention.

“Follow me.”

You went down the slide and ran to the swings, the chains sounding loud in the silence of the night when you sat down. Jaebeom was behind you and he pushed you for a while before he too sat and started swinging. You were both laughing like kids, not caring about the neighbours, just encouraging each other to go higher. It had been awhile since you had this much fun. Since you enjoyed being with a man alone.

You slowed a little, swinging more calmly.

“You never told me why you don’t like Halloween, Jaebeom,” you blurted out.

He too slowed a bit and looked at you, like he was deciding whether to tell you or not. Finally, he spoke with a loud sigh.

“When I was a kid I went to this school Halloween party… but the problem was that I went dressed as Rudolph,” he confessed, eyeing you as if waiting for you to mock him. You just looked at him; not wanting to interrupt his story. “All the kids started laughing at me because Rudolph is a Christmas thing, not a Halloween thing and it wasn’t scary and… well, you know how cruel kids can be. I just loved Rudolph so much. And they made me cry because I didn’t understand what was wrong with my costume.”

You were both swinging softly, staring at each other.

“So instead of hating Rudolph you stick to it with all your heart?” You asked him gently. “I think that says a lot about you, Im Jaebeom. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it.”

“Yeah, well… I guess,” he answered with a little shrug, looking down.

You stopped your swing altogether and got up. When he heard you moving, he lifted his head and you stood in front of him with a shy smile on your face. You grabbed the chains of his swing to stop him and you bended down to kiss his nose.

Jaebeom stood still for a moment before he placed his warm hands on your hips and a pleasant shock of electricity went up your spine until it reached your ears. When you broke the kiss, his eyes were closed and the red colour of your lipstick had tainted his nose.

“Now you look more like Rudolph,” you whispered.

Your faces were so close you could count his eyelashes even in the dim light of the night. Your breaths tangling together. You noticed he had two moles just above his left eye. His eyes had finally opened and he was looking at you.

You feared for a moment that you’d made a really stupid mistake kissing him. He was looking at you as if you were the weirdest person in this world. Until his eyes softened and he stood up, placing his hands on your cheeks.

You knew he was going to kiss you, but his lips brushing against your lips caught you by surprise. Not because you weren’t expecting it, but because the way he kissed you was not how you imagined it.

His lips were soft, his hands were delicate as if he was afraid of breaking you. The kiss was tender, his lips moving ever so slightly. He was terrified of doing something you wouldn’t like and the feeling made you dizzy. Your knees went weak and you had to grab his shirt to gain balance again.

No one had ever kissed you the way Jaebeom was kissing you.

When he pulled apart your pulse was beating in your ears, your breath fast and shallow.

“Then I can be your Rudolph,” he told you, resting his forehead against yours. He was trying to gain his breath, too.

You were about to answer him when a zombie came out of the shadows, yelling.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?”

You almost had a heart attack. You screamed at the top of your lungs and Jaebeom flinched, putting a protecting arm between you and your attacker.

“I’ve never seen Morticia Addams so terrified,” he said, and you identify BamBam’s voice. “That's how Halloween should be, not this cotton candy thing you're doing. Could you be more cheesy?”

You honestly wanted to kill him. For giving you the shock of your life and for ruining your moment with Jaebeom.

“What the hell are you doing here, BamBam?” Jaebeom asked him. He sounded really pissed off. His arm was still in front of you in a protective way.

“We,” BamBam told you pointing at a streetlight were you could see Jackson laughing his ass off, “were on our way home when we saw you two lovebirds.”

“This lovebird is going to break your legs if you don’t piss off, BamBam,” said Jaebeom in a menacing tone.

“C’mon, hyung, don’t be like that. It was funny.”

“It was really funny,” you heard Jackson yelling in the distance.

“Get lost!”

Jaebeom took a step closer to BamBam, but the younger boy was already running towards Jackson, both of them still laughing.

“I’m gonna kill him when I get home,” he muttered under his breath. He turned to look at you. “Are you ok?”

He seemed truly concerned and you nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“I’m fine. He just scared me, the little shit.”

Jaebeom wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Where were we?” He asked you, rubbing his nose against yours. You threw your hands around his neck to bring him closer, too. He smiled down at you and kissed you again.

This was definitely the best Halloween ever.

Aaaaand that’s it. If you’ve come this far the only thing I have to say is thank you so much for reading. Comments are very much appreciated. Remeber that this was also written by @maliby and @def-initely-soul so go leave some love in their blogs too because they are great and super sweet. If you don’t follow them I recommend you do it because they are super funny.

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Happy 200th birthday, Serena!

My dearest baby Serena da Silva has her birthday today, October 17th, and it’s not just any birthday - today marks the day she was born 200 years ago! EEEP how exciting is that? You only get to celebrate an anniversary like that once in your lifetime!

If you’re unfamiliar with Serena, she is my character from my book project series for Amnesia: The Dark Descent, in which she plays a major role. She’s probably the character nearest and dearest to my heart, and she tends to be a fan favourite among readers as well, so I wanted to do something extra special for this particular anniversary.

So here comes: a birthday feature! In which I display all the amazing gifts Serena has received today.

First of all, I want to show the wip of what I had planned to do for Serena, which unfortunately I couldn’t finish in time since my laptop screen broke at the WORST. TIMING. EVER. I meant to have this artwork ready for today, but since I won’t be able to finish it until later, I’ll share a wip of the clean sketch:

I must admit, I’m quite proud of it! It’s the first time I experiment with perspective and interiors for real, and I also usually suck at drawing animals, but Cleo (Serena’s cat) came out quite okay here, so I’m happy! I hope I’ll be able to finish it sooner rather than later.

And now, let’s get into the amazing gifts my baby has received today AAAHHH!

@juliajm15

If you’ve been following me for a while, you might know that @juliajm15 is an art goddess who’s been making amazing beautiful fanart of my characters for the past couple years. She always goes so above and beyond for me, and that can be seen by LOOKING AT THIS GORGEOUS PIECE OF SERANIEL FANART.

IT’S THEIR FIRST KISS. THEY’RE SO YOUNG AND INNOCENT HERE. THAT HEIGHT DIFFERENCE. THAT DRESS. THAT HAIR (BOTH OF THEM). I COULD GO ON GUSHING BUT WE’D BE HERE ALL DAY.

OH YEAH, AND THAT BACKGROUND.

I just had to mention that.

OMG I die over how perfect and cute and romantic this is, it just completely captures the essence and emotion of that scene in my book! I feel so blessed and privileged, how am I ever gonna recover from this perfection?

But not only did she do this amazing gorgeous romantic piece for me, she also did a complete remake of Serena’s character portrait and DAMN SHE LOOKS GORGEOUS.

HOW does she always manage to capture Serena so perfectly? Ugh I honestly just can’t with this perfection, I just can’t. That expression, that hair, those LIPS. Okay, I’m gonna move on because I could literally gush about Serena’s face all day, but then we’d miss out on all the other amazing gifts she received today! Just, thank you so much @juliajm15 my darling, you’re such a generous and ultra skilled human being, thank you so much for being in my life and supporting me always

@shaelinwrites

So meme and aesthetics queen @shaelinwrites totally disarmed me today when she sent me THIS GORGEOUS MOODBOARD FOR SERENA OH MY LORD.

LOOK AT THAT GORGEOUS WINTER AESTHETIC. OMG LOOK, CLEO MADE A CAMEO ON THE BOTTOM LEFT. Omg these colours are just too beautiful I CAN’T. The art supplies, the gesture and expression of this girl, it’s all SO Serena. The whole feel of this moodboard is just so romantic and cosy and wintery and ugh, the nightgown, the long dark hair. I’m aware I’m just rambling and gushing throughout this post DEAL WITH IT.

And @shaelinwrites didn’t stop there, no, as any good bae, she knew how important the bae is. HAVE SOME MORE SERANIEL, THIS TIME BLACK AND WHITE SEXY EDITION.

OH MY LORD. HOW WILL I EVER RECOVER FROM ALL OF THIS. I CANNOT DEAL, CAN. NOT. DEAL.

All of this is literally just so accurate. Like, it’s so friggin’ hard to find good stock images that can embody a fictional character, BUT MY BAE DID IT *CRIES*. Thank you so much bae, omg this surprise was such a highlight today!!

@coffeeandcalligraphy

Another dear friend of mine (who’s a total cinnamon roll btw), @coffeeandcalligraphy, also went above and beyond for my character’s birthday because LOOK AT THIS:

I swear, everyone remembers the bae Baeniel. Eeeeeveryone.

Omg I swear, MY BABIES LOOK SO ATTRACTIVE HERE LIKE OH MY LORD. Daniel boooiiiiiii with that Expression of Angst™ and them puffy lips, and SERENA OMG THE HAIR AND THE LIPS AND EYES, HER INDIGENOUS ROOTS ARE SO PRONOUNCED WITH HER EYES AND I LOVE THAT.

I actually can’t??? Like how do I have so many talented af friends??? I must be a talent MAGNET I’m telling ya.

Oh and Rachel had the same idea as Baelin and went the sexy Black and White edition with the OTP as well:

BECAUSE CAN WE EVER HAVE TOO MUCH SEXINESS? I THINK NOT. Thank you so much @coffeeandcalligraphy I swear your art just blows me away, you’re improving at such a rapid pace, slow down, I can’t keep up

@sarahkelsiwrites

Also @sarahkelsiwrites is a close friend of mine, and actually @coffeeandcalligraphy‘s twin sister (gotta collect the whole pack amirite), and as part of her inktober challenge she did THIS GORGEOUS INKED PORTRAIT OF SERENA:

LIKE OMG OKAY SO the Victorian aesthetic is on POINT here, and OMG I love that her Hispanic features are soooo visible here. ALSO DAMN, THE DETAIL ON THE JEWELLERY. THE INKING OF THIS IS ALSO SO GREAT, LIKE, DO YOU SEE THE LINES IN HER HAIR???? I’m sorry, I’m an artist, I have to appreciate it when I see good craft, okay? I also gotta note that I’m living for how everyone always remembers Serena’s choker because girl never goes without one

Ugh HER EYES AND LIPS okay I gotta stop. I mention the eyes and lips every time, when will I switch it up. NEVER. Okay, glad we got that settled.

(Yes, I’m a dork, but only when I’m overwhelmed with this much love and beauty, I swear.)

Also omg THE SONG LYRICS, THOSE ARE SELENA GOMEZ LYRICS, AND IT’S STARS DANCE, AND I LOVE THAT SONG, AND IT’S SO RELEVANT, AND I’M ACTUALLY SHOOK. LORD thank you so much @sarahkelsiwrites god I just can’t believe how friggin’ talented and generous and thoughtful all of you are, I will never get over it.

Constance

So I’ve not mentioned this, but not too long ago I was totally taken by surprise and utterly *shook* when I received a private message on the site where I have Memoirs posted. This long message came from an angel named Constance, who registered a profile just to tell me how much she adored my story, give me fanart, and TELL ME SHE’S TRANSLATING THE ENTIRE THING TO FRENCH BRUH.

So if any of you out there are speaking French and not super comfortable with English, but still interested in reading Memoirs, it’s Constance you wanna hit up. She’s got you covered.

But back to the FANART.

Constance is working on this GORGEOUS Serena fanart for me, and while it’s not all finished yet, she said I could still post it for the birthday feature! (I’m going to update the post with the finished piece once it’s ready)

LOOK HOW CUTE AND PRETTY AND YOUNG MY SERENA IS HERE. THIS DRESS IS SO PRETTY, I DIE. OMG SHE HAS THE LOCKET. I realise like 90% of this post is all caps, but WHO CAN BLAME ME? I’m so #blessedyouknow right.

All I wanted in my life is Serena in a pink pretty dress. Thank you for realising my dreams, Constance *cries* and thank you so much for the endless support and this generosity! Seeing other people getting so invested in my story and characters really moves me so much, it’s all that I could hope for waaahh.

2k17 - Birthday One Shot

Okay, so I know how I said I couldn’t finish my artwork for Serena in time as I had intended, which made me very, very Sad™, BUT. I came up with something else.

So this was actually SUPER spontaneous and I usually NEVER do something like this, but I took a chance, and you know what? It worked out. I just wanna say thank you so much to my bae @shaelinwrites who pushed and motivated me to do this, I dunno what happened, but you must’ve transferred some of your writing machine abilities to me, because I actually managed to finish an entire one shot in JUST ONE DAY. (Are you as shook as I am? Cuz I can never seem to finish a chapter so I’m shook.)

Since I couldn’t finish my artwork for Serena like I planned, I decided to write a short fluffy non-canon one shot for her birthday. It was super spontaneous and unplanned, but it actually came surprisingly easy to write! I’ve not written in first person in many, many years, so this was really a leap of faith LOL, but I like the end result! A major thanks to @shaelinwrites, who encouraged me and critiqued the short before publication, and @coffeeandcalligraphy, @sarahkelsiwrites and @juliajm15 for giving it a read and telling me their thoughts as well! I hope you all enjoy this little piece of fluff; since I’m taking so long to write my book, maybe this can keep y’all entertained meanwhile

Thank you so much to everyone who’s supported me and celebrated Serena’s birthday with me, even just in spirit! It makes the long journey all worth it, knowing there are people out there who care (’:

(short story starts under the cut!)

Roses and Ballerinas

The balcony drapes danced lightly with the gentle morning breeze, a delicate waltz. My existence was comfort, head cushioned by feather pillows and silk sheets swathing my naked form. Sunlight hadn’t woken me; London was always grey, ash brick and fog, and even more so in the rainy days of October. However, for what one might expect, the morning didn’t seem to carry its usual autumn gloom—though I suppose that observation could’ve had more to do with my current disposition.

A smile crept on my lips at remembrance of the night previous, one which, if anyone saw, surely would’ve spoken of scandalous notions unfit for a such young lady to entertain. Fortunately, none had been around to witness what had occurred in this room; tangled limbs, kisses of the sweetest character, ardour’s touch, skin marked with such fierce passion that even I could not have imagined. It didn’t seem right that something so blissful could be immoral. Should a simple seal of matrimony reverse what was once considered debasement? What a frigid, unromantic sentiment. If anyone would’ve cared to ask me, I would sing praise to the levels of delight and unison one could only reach when committing so wholeheartedly to Venus’ embrace. Might my lover treat me to such a lovely experience again tonight? This was after all a special day of mine.

I turned in my silk cocoon to face him, and was met with a disappointing sight. Half my bed was empty, only evidence that anyone had occupied the space a faint outline in the wrinkled sheets where his body had laid. I was accustomed to sharing this queen size with no one. My parents had always been diligent in ensuring that I was endowed much more space than a small person like me required. Somehow, the vastness of this bed, indeed this entire room, seemed pronounced in this moment. I fancied I didn’t really like that much space at all. It only served to remind me of my loneliness.

Rationality grounded me; naturally, he’d gone to his own room before my maid servant would come to knock. It was only sensible. If Lydia came to discover him here, she could not keep such a secret from Mama—though truly I hadn’t much need for concern today, as she was typically inclined to let me sleep in on a day of my celebration. Yes, it was the day itself which heightened my sensitivity, nothing more. Admittedly I’d had hopes for the morning, that he might wake me with another of his sweet kisses, might whisper words of admiration and appreciation in my ears as he’d play with my dark locks—an occupation he liked to take up whenever he visited my private chambers, I’d noted with slight thrill. Indeed, he was a beautiful man—one would be hard-pressed to argue the fact—but more importantly was how knowledgeable he’d proven himself on the treatment of a woman. Had I ever felt so worshipped and adored? If so, I couldn’t recover the memory.

My hand caressed the empty space next to me. He’d always held my fancy, even before either of us could be consciously aware of such implications. As far back as when he’d been a scrawny boy with round green eyes and tufts of brown hair that grew unrestrained, too wild for taming. Such was he when I’d first laid eyes upon him, myself a guileless, wide-eyed girl just six years of age. Our childhood was an innocent one, as most are, and a discordant one, as most aren’t. We’d been too young to fathom the consequences of our relationship. Even so, I could never regret it.

The door clicked open. I sat in surprise, pulling on my duvet to cover me. Why would Lydia not knock? This conduct was so unlike my meek maid, and certainly rude and improper. Under usual circumstances I’d not mind, but in my current exposed state I would’ve preferred for my servant to know her place and knock before entering. Would she not question my state of undress? Would I have answers to offer that wouldn’t further incriminate myself and fuel her suspicions?

But the sight which entered was not Lydia; indeed, this character was too tall, too broad, too much man. The clothes he’d discarded last night was now fitted on him in a most casual manner, shirt tucked carelessly into the waistband of the trousers he’d worn the day before and not fully buttoned. The tension in my body dwindled, and I let a sigh of relief. “You’re awake already? I thought I might make it back before you’d notice my absence.” He wore a crooked smile as he closed the door behind him, though it wasn’t smug but awkward, as if regretful he might’ve troubled me while he was gone.

“Daniel, where did you go? Did you not care to think you could get caught sneaking in and out of my room like that?” I said while he approached. I could not ignore how he moved with an arm behind his back, making his climb back into bed rather clumsy looking.

His smile was amusement now, a hint of a chuckle on the tilt of his lips. He leaned close, and his scent engulfed me, piquant and potent, woodsmoke and seasalt. I savoured the fragrance of him, and his warmth, and those lips, perfect for kissing, as they met mine in a sweet greeting. “Happy birthday, darling,” he muttered against my smile.

He pulled back, much to my dismay—though that sentiment was soon replaced by curiosity as he presented whatever he’d cared so much to hide behind his back. “What is that?” The words escaped me before I’d taken a proper glance at the object; a wooden box, handcrafted. The carving of a rose adorned the top lid and composed the main attraction. Still the rest of the box was as skilfully ornamented, only with less eye-catching swirls and foliage.

“Watch.” He bit his lip in thrill as was his habit—one I found rather endearing, I might add. He produced a small key from his pocket and inserted it into an opening hidden on the side.

I looked on in fascination as three turns of the key set the box in motion. The lid of the case rose all on its own, and as a lovely tune began its play, a small ballerina came to life and emerged from the box. She twirled around in a graceful dance, contentment in her gesture. I brought both hands to my lips, unable to contain my smile; she had long black hair, just like mine. “A music box!”

“Is it to your liking?” Daniel chuckled, and this time his grin was indeed quite self-satisfied.

I took the music box in my own hands and brought it closer to my face. The ballerina spun and spun without a care in the world; she was me, a version of myself I had dreamed of once. Unrestrained, unchained, free of her cage. Her face was simply painted, but the meaning in her dancing form could not escape me. Such I had seen myself, fantasized of another life. That he remembered… “It’s beautiful! How… When did you arrange this?” The inquiry came out more quiet and raspy than I had intended, but he heard.

“Good while ago,” said he with an air of nonchalance, as though it was little trouble. “The actual crafting of the box and ballerina wasn’t too difficult, but I needed some help to have all the parts fitted together. A clockmaker assisted me in getting the thing to actually play; as you know, I’m not much of a musician.”

I audibly gasped and stared up at him, unable to help myself. “You crafted this yourself?”

He seemed amused by my shock—no wonder, as I shouldn’t have been so surprised. He was the son of an artisan after all. The tune of the music box came to a halt at last, its last note fading into silence. “With my own bare hands. Look here,” he pointed to the interior of the lid, “There’s an inscription.”

My eyes followed to where he pointed; the ballerina had indeed stolen attention away from an engraving hidden behind her, on the curved inner side of the rose-adorned lid. Soul free of sorrow, heart light with hope; this be the path I follow, this is the path I chose. My chest swelled, and breath hitched. I wanted to speak, yet couldn’t bring the words to my tongue. Instead I choked on them, and they came caught in my throat.

Daniel tilted his head, understandable question lingering in his expression. Oh, those striking green eyes, this lovely visage. Handsomeness was a term he embodied so utterly; how was it fair for a face like that to completely disarm a woman? I composed myself and swallowed the cry which would’ve escaped me if I’d had just little less self restraint. My one hand cupped the side of my face while the other held the music box, and my smile had no end to it still. Since all else I felt refused to be spoken, I settled on the one feeling I could formulate with ease—amusement. “Some poet you’ve become, huh?” I laughed, shaking my head, yet in an effort to quell the rush inside me.

He grinned and gave my shoulder a gentle shove, an action so very like his behaviour as a boy. “Don’t laugh, I put in a great effort; see, the words rhyme!”

My giggles intensified at his reaction. I placed the music box on the nightstand and spun the key again, thrice; thus the ballerina resumed her carefree dance, light and free. She was magical, twirling such as she did. What a spirit to have, a life to live. To choose your own path to follow, and not the one chosen for you.

I turned towards my company again and pulled on him, locking him between my arms in a tight embrace. “Thank you, Daniel.” I squeezed in hope that the fierceness of my display of appreciation would deliver the message better than words could. “Thank you so much. It’s wonderful.”

“I do consider myself quite the expert on gift giving.” His chuckle was warm against my bare neck. A large hand planted firmly between my shoulder blades and pressed me deeper into his warmth. “I’m sorry if I had you worried, Serena. I only went to fetch my gift for you. I promise I was careful.”

“It’s fine, Daniel.” The words came out in a sigh of contentment. He was indeed so broad and so much bigger than I; his figure wrapped me in amenity, instilling within me an ease I couldn’t hope to discover elsewhere. It was an ease of novel excitement and nostalgic familiarity, all at once. “In truth, what bothered me was the idea that you’d left me to wake by myself.” I pulled away enough to look at him and brushed a strand of his long, brown locks from his face. “Today of all days.”

At those words, Daniel constrained his smile from widening too much, and I blushed by the notion that I’d said something to make him so satisfied with himself. “Well, let me assure you that you needn’t worry of that, my love.” He leaned over me, and I fell back into silk. I had no need for the duvet to cover my naked figure any more; his broad form was quite enough coverage. “You should know that the only instance in which I would leave this bed willingly would be the moment you tire of me and kick me out.”

I bit my lip as a gratifying sensation waved through me, and my fingers found way to the waistband of his trousers, pulling the shirt loose of it. “If that is a challenge,” I laughed, “then go ahead and make your attempt at tiring me.”

By the smirk on his lips, it seemed he accepted. The music box played its last note; it rang into the room and deadened to silence, and so a music of another kind took its place. Lord pray that Lydia would have the thought to let her lady sleep in on her birthday.

So that was all for this century’s anniversary! Thank you so much to all my friends who made these amazing gifts for her, and all of you who participated in celebrating her; it means so much

Until next century, darlings! (I’m kidding, I’m not gonna be inactive on this blog a whole century…)

[jeonjeonyourwayhere]

Youtuber!BTS AU (1 of 7) - Taehyung

So i wanted to start writing more but i’m going through a weird writer’s block

like i cant really write in proper paragraphs but ideas are filling my head constantly

but point form works great

also, i really wanted to make moodboards more because they’re loads of fun heh

anyway so here goes

Taehyung would be a very independent content creator like he doesn’t give a shit about the trends on social media and refuses to cave into popular demands

he only does what HE WANTS like strictly, he needs to enjoy the content he puts out

he once tried doing a challenge video like maybe the smoothie challenge

(i really like that challenge btw it’s funny heh)

but as he was filming it he just wasn't feeling it

so that’s how he ended up dragging Yoongi into filming the video with him and like changing it up making it more intense (or gross)

Yoongi hates him for it of course

not for long because tae is his baby and a younger brother he could never stay angry at for long but we’ll know more about yoongi in another post

Taehyung starts off his youtube channel with challenge videos but eventually deviates from it after he realizes his passion for prank videos (and occasionally gaming videos with Jungkook)

with the occasional aesthetic vlogs when he takes his periodic trips with Jungkook

Jungkook likes dragging him to Japan because that’s the heart and soul of Anime and Jungkook could never resist

but that’s also a story for another day

So Tae does daily vlogs during those trips and those videos would have transitions so damn smooth like a baby’s bottom and the scenery would be so beautiful especially with the filters he would use

Taehyung actually has a very good eye for matching color schemes and aesthetics

He also has pretty good luck with seasons as Jungkook tends to bring him to Japan when each season was at it’s peak

but he doesn't do those videos often because the inner perfectionist would chide him constantly and he’d end up abandoning the project because he just! cant! do! it! justice!

so sometimes his viewers end up a little confused with his posts because one day it could be

STUFFED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS DOWN MY PANTS!!! *not clickbait*

and the next week would be “Travelogue Day 01: Cherry Blossoms!”

But his content is always 300%

and he also refuses to create separate channels to separate his prank content and aesthetic content

“i’m too lazy ok i don’t want to keep logging in and out of both accounts”

(same tae same)

so one day he’s out filming a prank video with Jimin where he goes up to random strangers and asks them for directions or sth

and Jimin comes up from behind carrying a packet of fake (but pretty realistic) knives

and oh! accidentally bumps and drops the knives on taehyung’s wrists

and BLOOD OH THE GORE but really it’s raspberry puree

you were his 4th target of the day and he’d come up randomly to you asking you for directions to the subway station

and you’d seen Jimin coming towards you both looking all casual like he’d just done shopping

and as Jimin “trips” and empties his knives on Taehyung

You pushed Taehyung away and screamed as your hands went out reflexively to grab the knives

but WOW! MAGIC! the knives weren’t real

Jimin was left shook

And Taehyung wasn’t sure how a stranger he’d just met would push him away from danger and risk themselves instead

So you were left there for a second, kinda confused as to why you weren’t bleeding the fuck out until Taehyung comes up to you and is like

hey there!!! are you ok!!!

i was doing a prank video and I'm a youtuber

but you’re really cool!!!!!

like how the heck would u just push me aside and do that???

Then you snap out of it and you’re like IM OKAY IM FINE IM NOT BLEEDING

and honestly Tae finds you the most adorable thing eVER

and you look at his face properly for the first time and you’re like fUCK bOi hE’s cUtE

like really fucking cute

but you also recognize him after like 10 seconds of staring straight at his face

and you’re like HEY UR TAEHYUNG

and he’s like YEA DAS ME

Jimin this whole time is just staring between both of you like whAT

then Tae goes on to ask you if it were okay for him to leave the clip of you in his video like what you did was super cool and he really wanted to keep it in

you were a blushing and fumbling over yourself and like yE IM COOL

and he just hugs you once and grins his boxy smile and goes on his way while pulling Jimin away with him

you pull yourself together and go on your own way too

but i mean

you were a tad bit OK A LOT BIT sad that you couldn’t get to talk to him more or sth

but oh well what could you do right? pretty boy probably has a country of girls after his ass

on the other hand, as Tae is re-looking through the footage back at his place in his swivel chair and chewing on marshmallows

jimin stares

“what?”

“tae…did you just what me?”

“um…yeah”

“DID YOU NOT SEE THE WAY THAT GIRL SAVED YOUR ASS i mean it was fake knives but”

“She was amazing like yO i’ve never seen such a quick reflex and she was really pretty and-“

“and you didn’t get her name or number or anythin-”

“OH MY GOD YOU’RE RIGHT”

so Tae goes on a little panic spree and he like totally regrets just skipping over talking to you and stuff

like he was so ecstatic over the fact that someone actually reacted completely differently during his pranks and like he wanted to edit the video you know

like pronto

“needa put out that quality content in 0.5!!!”

so he starts pacing in his apartment and he’s like wHAT DO I DO

Jimin kinda slaps him over the forehead and is like brO YOU HAVE FOOTAGE JUST USE IT

Tae kinda realises how much of an idiot he is and gets to work immediately

6 hours later and it’s like 2am and his editing table is filled with caffeinated products and his hair is in a mess that kinda defied gravity and was pointed all upwards

his eyes were bloodshot from staring at the screen constantly but he was ay okay!!!

because he finally completed the video and he was gonna find you!!!!!

so how does he actually find you? he doesn't

you kinda find him

one day you wake up and your best friend was blowing up your phone

so you shift your way out of your blanket burrito and rub your eyes clear and all you see is 21038364213 links to the same damn video on youtube

like

BITCH

WAKE UP

AKLDNIUABSK

WAKE THE FUCK UP

PRETTY BOI IS LOOKING FOR YOUR ASS

LINK

LINK

LINK

yeah you get the point

so you’re like half asleep and all hazy in the head after studying the whole night away

you finally come online and your friend is like “FINALLY BITCH” and you ignore her and proceed to click on the link and it redirects you to youtube

and WEW it’s a certain someone’s channel!!!

Video Title: SOMEONE SAVED MY LIFE!!!!

of course, taehyung would use those obnoxious titles

so you’re like ok go on and you press play

and his intro song plays and it goes right into the prank video where he introduces what he’s going to do and what’s gonna happen

then right after the 3rd person’s reaction, the screen blanks

you blink once

and pretty boy’s face pops up on screen!!!!!

“Hey guys!! So like what you’re about to see is pretty damn amazing and this girl right in that video, I kinda need help to find her”

“So please, like PLEASE start blowing up her phone if you happen to know her and let her know that I’m looking for her!”

“If you’re the person I’m looking for then PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE come contact me on any social media you want, I’m not picky!!”

He grins once more and it goes right back into the prank reactions and wew there’s you!!!

You’re rubbing your eyes more violently this time and you see the footage of taehyung approaching you and jimin comes from behind

then there’s your heroic act of protecting the boy who was still a stranger to you at that point in time

the screen shifts back and taehyung appears once more

“this girl was SO amazing like yO her reflexes!!!!! Keep an eye out for this girl and blow her phone up if you find her for me! Stay cool and peace out!”

Then he does his signature V sign with his fingers and his outro plays

you almost drop your phone but immediately snatch it back and go straight to dialing your friend’s number

it was an emergency and you needed immediate consultation on how to approach the situation at hand like HOW DO YOU CONTACT HIM? WHERE DO YOU CONTACT HIM? WHAT DO YOU SAY?

“CUT IT OUT, JUST SLIDE STRAIGHT INTO HIS DMS”

you do end up heading onto twitter, searching up his account and hesitantly clicking on the message button

you start typing a bunch of greeting messages but backspace is your best friend and you don't know how to start

“hey! it’s me!” NOPE

“greetings taehyung” NOPE

“it is I! Y/N!” Hell to the fucking no

so you end up just going with “boo”

and it’s almost an instantaneous reply where he goes “IS THIS YOU”

and you go “ye”

“DIS YOU?”

“ye dis me”

Taehyung swtiches to your profile in the meantime and ignores all the mentions he’s getting from his viewers (they all link you to him btw like jesus tae your followers are great stalkers)

he looks at your profile picture and it’s definitely you in an oversized grey hoodie with totoro ears and you’re absolutely snuggable

so you guys eventually meet up at a cafe that happens to be round the corner down your block and he’s already there legs crossed on his chair

you both happen to wear oversized hoodies and you both looked absolutely adorable and comfy

he buys you a drink and you both end up chatting for hours getting all jittery from cups of coffee and it starts raining and it gets all cold and it’s just gREAT

you guys continue texting for the next couple of weeks and y'all head to more cafes to hit up that caffeine

then one night Taehyung just NEEDS you to come over to his place and this sounds too quick but don't jump all ahead and hear me out

he calls you while you’re like halfway through one of his random videos

“how would you feel about playing a round of mario kart with me? your defeat shall go straight up onto my youtube channel for all to watch”

“prepare your ass for your own defeat”

“HOOOO you’re gonna regret that”

So you throw on some clothes that are somewhat presentable but still screaming “i cant be bothered”

he invites you in immediately and you guys charge straight towards the tv and grab your controllers and it’s really natural like you’ve been talking for maybe 2 months and you’re really comfy around each other and it’s great

you do end up beating his ass in mario kart

tho he gets back at you in the next round

He did film the entire night so you weren’t surprised that his workaholic ass churned out a 20 minute long video in just 5 hours of editing

“you need to cut down on caffeine tae”

“yes indeed i do”

he posted the video that night and when you woke up the next day, you were honestly expecting death threats from his fans

yes there were a few, like this world isn’t that nice sweetie

but what surprised you was the sudden surge of shippers that flocked to both your social media and tae’s

(not that you were unhappy, it was quite the opposite in fact)

they started labelling you as TAEBAE

because yknow

Tae’s Bae

Then that morning, you receive a message from Tae

“TAEBAE, HOW DOES A TRIP TO THE ZOO SOUND?????”

“Tae????”

“YES”

“What’s with the taebae”

“DAT YOUUUUUU and i’m almost outside your place so you’re coming to the zoo whether you like it or not”

“wHAT”

your first date ends up to be at the zoo and at that point you weren’t even aware that it was a first date like tae is a little fast-paced but you catch up real quick

you guys are terrible at planning so once you get there

you buy hotdogs and slushies and head towards the animal enclosure in a zigzag fashion across the entire zoo

one moment you’re watching the lions lie on their bellies and the next moment tae is giggling over butterflies landing on your head as you walk through the butterfly enclosure

dont forget that tae vlogs the entire day on his gopro

halfway through the day, tae finally grabs a map and finds out that there’s one last animal show and you both race towards it

only to get front seats at the aquatic animal performance

“TAE I ONLY HAVE THIS SET OF CLOTHES”

“SO DO I HEHEHEHHEHHEHEEHHEHE”

you guys get swamped with water but you both cheer at the seal’s performance because it’s a seal and it’s beautiful!!!!!!!!!

But it’s honestly the best date you’ve ever had considering your history with guys like not many of them even knew basic respect

you guys continue running the entire day making it to every enclosure and re-naming every animal

like the lion is richard, tiger is damien, giraffe is steve and ur fave was felicia the butterfly

at the end of it all, your legs were falling off and tae was practically dragging you back out the exit

you and tae end up going to the nearest drive-through and getting burgers before parking at the nearest outdoor carpark and just camping in the car and chilling with food

tae definitely drags you for getting the typical cheeseburger but you stand by your choices in life

it gets a little late and it’s around midnight already but you never want the day to end but you still don’t really know what you are to tae

“Tae, what’s going on?”

“What are you yapping about”

“Like, seriously, what are we?”

Tae goes on an entire monologue about how he was sure he’d hear this question sooner or later and he hops out of the car and rounds to the back and opens the trunk

the car wobbles a little as he grabs whatever he needs from the back and makes his way back to the driver’s seat again

he knocks on the window and gestures for you to head out to the back with him which you follow with the raise of an eyebrow

he gestures to the trunk and when you get back there you kinda just gasp like really loudly and stare at the box that sits right in the middle of the trunk and you don't know what to do

“go on, go grab it”

you freeze once more before going for it and touching the smooth surface

you’d recognize it anywhere

it was the latest nintendo wii and you knew it cost a bomb

“but wHY”

“because my girl needs to train up on mario kart so we can trash Jin at it”

“g-g-girl?”

“hell yeah baby”

and you leap into his arms

not because he got you a new game console with a pile of mario games

but because you really loved the boy in your arms

it didn't take long for him to creep into your heart and he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon :-)

AND IM DONE