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NI-KI | No Doubt by Enhypen 20241111

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due 11:59 pm

— alternatively, enhypen hyungs as your typical high school crush!

PAIR. high school! enhypen hyungs x gn!reader (rest under cut) GENRE. fluff, high school au, bullet points WORD COUNT. 1.8k total MAKNAE LINE VER.

이희승 — lee heeseung

varsity jackets, notes in lockers, late night calls, secret pining, basketball games

secretly (not so secretly) an attention seeker

he's on the varsity basketball team, so by law you're hyping him up (disguised as hyping up the whole team) before the game and now he has to win!!! (plus he made a bet with jay about the team's winning streak)

i'd think that you two are closer than acquaintances but don't know each other well enough to be close friends

you guys probably met through mutual friends groups that kind of merged????

it was junior year when he signed up for every ap class you took just to look at your face more often.

horrible move for his gpa, amazing move for his mental well-being

... that was, until his mental well-being was compromised again because his ap calc grades were... not sexy

"help like actually i don't think my coach will let me stay on the team if i fail another quiz like that 0.05% grade decrease might be the end of my career"

you start tutoring him not because you're super confident about your calc skills, but because 1) you're better than him at least 😂and 2) it's a free excuse to hang out with him after school

you guys have your first tutoring sessions over discord vc btw like LOSERS

"can you hear me okay"

"..."

"dude you're muted"

IT WAS BAD

he's got the popular guy on the outside, an absolute loser on the inside persona

like he's lowkey a romantically awkward dude

but once he got to know you a bit more from your 1 on 1 time (still on discord.) you guys got really close!

would talk shit together right before basketball matches too

"[name] make sure to start booing when the other team shows up because unfortunately i think they're actually really good"

you're really passionate about how the other schools have horrible players (regardless of stats) and love to narrate a play-by-play with heeseung after the match is over

he finally confessed to you after a whole business year (jake and riki were about to dox their private dms by then)

you guys are like those stereotypical high school movie it couples, where it seems like two gorgeous popular people fell in love

they don't need to know he's just a hopeless romantic!!

박종성 — park jongseong

blue ink, keyboard clicks, shared laughs, handwritten notes, guitar strings

you thought he was pretty intimidating at first ngl

first day of school and he has a whole pre-established friend group, somehow found a table to sit at, has an effortless air going for him

you were paired up with him for a group project in history and

god help this man is SO straightforward and to the point

"ok so i'll do this part and you can do those parts. let me know if you have questions."

insert working in SILENCE for the next hour and a half

at least you two got your work done though!

but then, as an icebreaker in the last ten minutes of class you asked:

"oh... so, uh, do you ever wonder how liquid soap was invented?"

girl wtf!

your internal thought processing was like ??? damn who said that??? before you realized it was YOU

fortunately for you, jay was not completely weirded out!

he even looked a bit interested!

VERY interested, actually!

and that's how he began google searching like crazy, pulling up a million wikipedia articles and scouring the internet to answer your question

because how did you know he was curious about that too!

he really went from 0 to 100 and wdym you thought this man was cold and stoic

he became a d1 yapper for a solid ten minutes, up until the second the bell rang

he was even subconsciously walking with you to your lunch spot, STILL talking about william sheppard and that day in 1865

when he stops and finally realizes where he is, he actually blinks a bit before asking if you had joined any lunchtime clubs

and you were like oh yeah!! i'm in guitar club

he looked at you with the biggest heart eyes at that tbh

HE WAS IN LOVE

wdym your interests were perfectly aligned???? was he in a soulmates au

fast forward three months, and he seriously thinks he's found The One

confesses to you after playing guitar!! and he wrote a handwritten letter too with a cheeky reference to that one liquid soap conversation that started it all

you never feel like you're being "too weird" when you're with him and you two can always be your candid goofy selves with each other :))

심재윤 — sim jaeyun

muji pens, fond eye rolls, sharing books, lunch dates, lattes, TI-84s

you already saw this one coming

physics lover jake, but you've deemed physics your number one opp

HOW can this man go "i love this subject so much omg" after you've just gotten your third 72% in a row?!

it's not like you weren't smart (the class average was a 55)

and it's not like you hated the subject itself

okay maybe you did

but you just thought there were so many other alternatives other than physics to fawn over as a favorite subject. like. ANY other subject

one day, you're seated next to jake in calc and he just turns to you and starts talking out of NOWHERE

he’s like wow isn’t this so interesting? calc is like a hobby of mine!!

and you’re like boy stfu??? i’m literally struggling how is this your pastime 

poor guy just wanted to make small talk and impress you with stuff he thought you were interested in… which is academics 

fast forward to that afternoon in history though, and tests are passed back

you're a certified humanities girl, so you got an 100!!! academic weapon

jake, however..... is kind of an academic shield in this case

on the midterm, he had written that the victorian era ended in 1592, and filled in everything else he didn't know with "mansa musa" because it was the only thing he retained from ap world

maybe you genuinely felt really bad for hating on him when he had struggles of his own, or maybe you felt really nice that day, or maybe you were secretly hoping to get to know him more....

either way, you don't know what came over you when you tapped on his shoulder

you missed how his eyes widened a bit when he turned around, and how he looked genuinely shocked that you were talking to him in an initiated conversation! maybe his rizz was working! (maybe it was)

"there's a method that i use to memorize terms that i could teach you, if you want"

IF HE WANTS??? he would've literally jumped with joy if the paper in front of him wasn't such a nuclear bomb to his gradebook

so that's how you suddenly started spending all your lunches sitting with jake at an empty table together

he tutors you back for physics and math too, so it's fair

and DAMN it works

suddenly you two are all-rounder academic weapons???? he has your back for STEM, you have his back for humanities

like that's literally a power couple right there.

only one problem.

you aren't a couple!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

you confess to him after one of your study sessions, by plotting a heart on the desmos graphing calculator using the equations that he taught you

it was super cute!!

he was literally the proudest and happiest man alive he teared up a bit (he would never admit it though)

and NOW you guys are the campus power couple

“babe look at this!” and he's waving at you with his 100 on the history final

he actually started jumping and hugging you (embarrassingly) when you found out you got a 94% average in physics at the end of the semester, giving you an A in the class

you were so shocked when you opened your report card that you didn't even register it until you heard jake go "YOOO OH MY GOD BABE THAT'S INSANE I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT YESSS I'M SO PROUD OF YOU"

well maybe thanks to jake the subject isn't so bad now!

박성훈 — park sunghoon

big school, comfortable silence, convenience stores, headphones, lingering gazes

the "everything kinda sucks here, except you" type of plot

sunghoon tries to stay out of the spotlight, keeping to himself with his head down, hood up, and headphones on

you're not really sure when you met him first actually, but you're both the same type of people where you're just going through the motions

you intrigued him though-- maybe it was the slightly melancholic look in your eyes? or maybe it was the way you purse your lips when you find a particularly hard question on the worksheets in class

either way, he finds himself wanting to get to know you more

funnily enough, he sees you at the convenience store after school as he walks home, and his feet start walking him in your direction

you see him first, and give him a smile and a little wave-- and sunghoon waves back without even thinking about it

that was the entire interaction that day, but sunghoon keeps replaying that part when you smiled and waved at him

why can't he stop thinking about it?

some things definitely changed too-- you start saying hi to him in the hallways at school, you turn to sunghoon to ask questions in class, and you seem to brighten up whenever you see him

you guys start to have conversations, starting with simple small talk, then moving to longer, more random dialogue where you both just say whatever comes to mind

the two of you become so close that you decide to walk to and from school together, since you found out that you only live a couple blocks away

sunghoon likes to place his headphones over your ears to show you new songs every morning, and you like to share earbuds in the afternoon to walk home together

he also starts to slip little notes about his day in your backpack before you go your separate ways in the neighborhood, signing off with a little p.s. to meet him at the park before sunset

it takes him SO long to muster up the courage to confess to you because he keeps thinking you'd say no

but when he finally does, all his fears melt away because you looked at him in such a soft way

he's actually reminded of why he fell for you in the first place

because with you, there’s no judgment from the outside world in the little bubble that you’ve created with him

it's just the two of you against the world <3

TAGLIST : @star-sim @boyfiejay @jlheon @jwsdoll @dimplewonie @suneng @en-gelic

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 ⋆｡˚ ✈︎ love at first flight | N.RK

ft riki x fem!reader, nwjns hanni, enha jake | genre fluff, airport crush, strangers to lovers | cw language, flirting, kissing, dirty jokes, petty "arguments," possibly geographically incorrect | pt. 1, 2, and 3 here | wc 4894

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It was around 11:00pm as you struggled to find your passport.

"I could've sworn it was on my desk yesterday," you thought to yourself, searching through your messy bedroom.

After your morning cafe date with Riki, he dropped you off at your apartment so you could get started with packing as soon as possible, given that your flight was booked for take off the next day.

You're still not sure why you said yes to Riki's impulsive offer, though, part of you wanted to believe that saying "no" would've been an even riskier call.

Riki, in all of his handsome glory, had been a menace to your soul. You just couldn't put a finger on what is was about him that kept luring you in almost magnetically.

Ding, dong.

Your breath hitched at the sound of someone knocking outside your apartment door. Grabbing the purple ink pen from your dresser, conveniently sitting next to your diary, you gripped it like a weapon as you approached the door cautiously.

Knock, knock, knock.

Unlocking the latch and twisting the handle, you slung the door open to reveal none other than Riki, standing calmly with grocery bags in each hand.

"Good night! And yes, that can be a greeting… What's the pen for?" He shrugged, walking past you and straight into your apartment as if owning the place.

You flashed him an annoyed look before closing the door behind him, suddenly feeling embarrassed while dressed in your pjs.

"It's for self defense, night stalker. And how'd you even know where I live?" You asked accusingly.

"I drove you here earlier after the cafe, remember?" He said while placing the grocery bags on your study desk to unload the items.

Damn, you thought to yourself, It must be wayyy past my bedtime...

"Anyways, I brought you this neck pillow-thingy for the plane," Riki smiled, walking up to you and fastening the pillow around your neck, "Pretty cool, right?"

"Uhhh, sure," you mumbled, standing awkwardly as he welcomed himself to explore your bedroom.

"So...," he began with a grin, "this is where you keep your pretty little panties, huh?" Running a finger over the surface of your dresser, he stopped once he met your oh-so familiar diary.

"Hmm. I remember this little guy. How many pages have you written about me so far? My guess is at least 3."

"Jokes on you, Riki. I don't reminisce about people I haven't even known for a week," you said with a sigh, plopping on your bed, too tired to retaliate physically.

He parts his lips as if wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He only walked over to your bed, taking a seat beside you.

"Look, ____. If you wanna back out of this trip, it's not too late. I understand that this is a pretty big thing I'm asking of you."

"No, Riki, I really do wanna go. It's just that I lost my passport somewhere in this stupid apartment and now I can't find it," you pouted before suddenly feeling his weight escape your side.

He paced around your room as if an internal GPS was guiding him in the right direction.

"What're you doing?" You giggled, watching as he picked up a random toilet paper tube to use as a searching tool.

"Shh, I think I see it!" He whispered, reaching for a navy blue and gold envelope from under one of your shoe boxes, "Voici!"

You gazed in shock, not only at his use of French, but also at how he actually managed to find it, let alone that quickly.

"Holy shit, Riki! You're a lifesaver!" You beamed, running to give him a bear hug.

"I bet you've been dying to do that since I came in," he teased, trying to conceal his own blushing.

You were losing track of how many times he flirted with you in the past five minutes, but you were just glad that he found your passport in time.

All there was left to do now after packing was explain to your best friend Hanni where you'd be for the next 2-3 days.

The following morning came by quicker than you already expected it to.

Fortunately, y'all arrived at the airport just in time for boarding, going to your respectful seats on the aircraft according to your ticket numbers.

And finally, it was time for takeoff.

You and Riki hadn't even been on the plane for thirty minutes before you started bumping heads with each other.

“How come you get to sit by the window? You’re not even taking pictures,” You scolded him, crossing your arms in frustration.

“You see? That’s the problem with this generation. Always seeking technology to bring them happiness," He said, shaking his head.

“Riki, we’re literally depending on technology to carry us cross country. Welcome to our advanced society.”

“That’s not even a fair comparison, but go off.”

You scoffed, “Don’t ‘but go off’ me!”

“Or what?” He challenged, flashing you a smirk that made you internally curse him for being so effortlessly attractive.

“I said, or what?” He continued, putting an arm around the head of your seat and pulling your face towards his by your chin.

The way he peered into your eyes made you feel like kissing h—

OH GOD, NO! NOT AT ALL! NEVER, you thought to yourself.

He licked his lower lip, making you stutter as you answered, “O-or I’ll… I’ll tell your mom on you!”

He snorted at your empty threat, “Yeah, good luck with that. She doesn’t speak English for shit.”

“Well, whatever, I’ll just use google translate,” you snapped back.

“Oh, so you think fast?”

“Only when I-“

He interrupted your words with a kiss to your forehead, “Not fast enough, apparently,” he winked, sitting back in his seat.

Oh boy. This trip is already kicking off to an interesting start.

You sat frozen as if he’d just snatched your soul away, focusing on the moisture his lips left on your skin.

“And don’t even think about wiping that off,” he smirked, searching through his carrier bag before pulling out a pair of wired headphones.

You weren't gonna let him win that easily.

Exhaling your nerves, you thought of something catty to say back to him/

“Now look who’s a product of our e-generation, Mr. iPad Kid. Let me guess, is it time for Cocomelon?” You pouted facetiously, trying to conceal your nervousness from whatever the hell possessed him to kiss you.

“I’m just tired of hearing the air conditioner," he shrugged, "Sue me.”

Riki plugged the headphones into his phone port, opening the Spotify app (not sponsored lol) on his phone and selecting a random playlist. “Wanna listen?” He asked softly, meeting you with his dark brown eyes.

You took the left earbud from his hand, positioning it into your own ear as the sounds of lofi rhythms met your ears. After a few minutes, you drifted off to sleep, not even realizing that you were laying on his shoulder.

Riki eventually followed after you, leaning his head atop yours as he snored softly. Though, he’d likely never tell you that part of the story once you woke up.

A couple more hours in the plane passed, and you were officially landing at your final destination: Paris, France.

“I'm sorry, you’re WHERE? With WHO?!?!” Hanni yelled over the phone.

You didn’t mean to make it seem like you'd been keeping this big secret from her, but you simply never got around to telling her... that you were impulsivey traveling across country with a guy you met at the airport last week.

“Look, it’s only for a few days, I’ll be fine,” you replied, unpacking your luggage on the hotel room bed.

Riki was busy getting you an extra key card for the room, so you didn’t have to worry about him barging in on your conversation for a while.

“Tell me. Why did you think this was a good idea, ____. Honestly? Hell, did you even think before saying yes?”

“Of course I did, Hanni… but if you’re just gonna keep scolding me, I’d rather we talk about something else,” you whined, hating the way she started to make you feel.

"Ugh, I’m sorry, bestie! Please don’t misinterpret my concern for cruelty.”

“It’s okay, Hanni, I know you're just looking out for me... but, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Omg, naur!! Forget I said anything! I want you to enjoy yourself in Paris! Just call me if you need anything, alright?…unless it’s love advice or—”

“Money, I know. Talk to you later, pigtails!”

“Later,” she giggled, ending the call with a ‘mwah’ from her end. You placed your phone down on the mattress, flinching at the sight of Riki walking out of the bathroom, tossing the extra key card on the bed.

“What the- I thought you were in the lobby?”

“Yeah, but I came back up not too long ago. Don’t worry, I didn’t eavesdrop… the entire time,” he teased, running a hand through his hair as he observed your luggage. “I hope you have a pretty outfit in there.”

“Mhm, and why’s that?”

“Because, we’re going out to dinner, silly,” he said, pulling out an ironing board from the closet to press his wrinkled pants.

You didn't expect for Riki to wanna go out so soon after just arriving.

Either way, you tried on a few outfits before finally choosing the beret and plaid pink skirt-suit you usually wore during business meetings, which ironically fit the chic Parisian aesthetic.

“Bonjour, and welcome to Le Goût! Do you need help navigating the menu or are you familiar with French dishes?” The waitress asked in a friendly accent.

“We actually already spoke to one of your waiters. He’s putting in our order right now,” Riki replied, handing her one of the extra menus from your table.

“Very well, then. I’ll pop back around once you’re ready to order dessert. Call for Ines if you need anything else,” she smiled, walking away.

You swirled the ice cubes in your glass, just as your previous waiter came out with your food.

“Velvety Escargots Bourguignonne for the gentleman, and Chicken Fricassee for the lady,” he said, placing down your plates and walking away.

Riki stared at his plate with disgust in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, folding a napkin over your lap to catch any spills or crumbs as you ate.

“Uhmmm, I didn’t order snails…,” he cringed, poking at the shelled creatures on his plate with a fork.

“You literally looked at the menu and told the waiter that’s what you wanted. I thought you spoke French!”

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I can read it,” he replied.

“What did you think ‘escargot bourguignonne’ meant anyways?”

“Dunno, sounds like a pasta dish to me.”

“Well… do you wanna trade plates?” You offered, not wanting to come off as silly foreigners for misreading the menu.

“Pfft, of course not, I’m getting my money back! Ines! Excusez-moi, madame Ines?!”

You reached for Riki’s hand, trying to redirect his attention, “Riki, please, let’s just enjoy our food. Paris is a culinary landmark, I’m sure we’ll run into some better places after this,” you pleaded, swapping the plates on the table.

He let out a sigh, unrolling his napkin and placing it on his lap as well, “Fine. Bon appétit and what not.”

After finishing up in Le Goût, you and Riki took a walk from the restaurant, exploring the streets of France.

You weren’t too worried about getting lost, because Riki hired a personal chauffeur to guide you two through the city if needed..

He hadn’t realized how much farther ahead of you he was walking until you grabbed onto his hand.

“Oh, so we’re making it a public thing, I see?” He winked, pulling you closer to him.

“No, you just walk fast as hell and I can’t keep up with your legs,” you corrected, giving him a look.

“Mhm, whatever you say, ____.”

That’s when you two stumbled upon a group of people, waiting at the edge of a dock to be boarded on for a boat ride.

“Please don’t say you’re afraid of water,” Riki looked at you with hopeful eyes.

You weren’t too fond of potentially getting your cute outfit soiled, but with the way Riki peered into your eyes, it was hard to say no... again.

“Okay, let’s go,” you smiled, following behind him as he led you by the hand.

It didn’t take long for the officials to load you and Riki on the raft, as he opted for the cheaper version that gave him control to row the boat.

You watched as he paddled across the Seine River with childlike glee, observing the antique buildings surrounding the Eiffel Tower.

If it wasn’t for the cool breeze pulling you back to reality, you would’ve believed you were dreaming at how beautiful the scenery was.

How beautiful this moment with Riki was—

Ugh, never mind, it’s probably the snails affecting the chemicals in your brain.

“This is incredible,” Riki exclaimed, his arms rotating at a constant circle as he maneuvered the boat paddles, soaking up the Parisian sun.

“Like how incredible it is that despite your amateurish being, you can somehow pull everything off,” you smirked, nudging his knee with your shoe.

“Amateurish being? I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve that you haven’t even seen yet, ____. Trust, biologically, I was BUILT to pull everything off.”

“Right, so what happened with those snails earlier?”

“Gosh, are you seriously bringing that up right now?”

“Yes, I am seriously, deadass, on God, for real am bringing this up.”

He tried to hide the smile that dared to show on his face at the way you mocked his previous use of slang.

“Don’t get shy now, Riki. I can see you blushing.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, clicking his teeth with his tongue before throwing the paddles into the river.

“RIKI!”

“Whoops! Looks like my bashful little fingers slipped,” he giggled, not being able to contain his laughter from the shocked expression on your face.

“Guess we’re gonna have to swim back. Come on,” he beamed, talking off his turtleneck before diving into the lake, water splashing all over your lap.

“Oh my God, Riki, you’re such an imbecile!”

“And you’re such a baby! Now come on, the water feels great, I promise!”

You watched as the water rippled around his movements.

You couldn't see anything below the dark blue river, making you feel anxious about actually jumping in.

“W-w-what if there are alligators hiding in there?”

“Pfft,” he scoffed, “French alligators? I mean, if I’m still swimming, they must have a pretty low appetite… unless… they prefer breast meat,” he winked, treading in the water.

“Gosh, you’re such a weirdo,” you whined, watching as he made his way over to the other side of the lake, marching up the rocky land.

He shook his head like a puppy, trying to get rid of the access water in his hair.

You looked away from him shyly, trying not to peek at how the white t-shirt he wore clung to his toned abs.

“Are you coming over here today, or what?” He teased, putting his hands on his hips.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, leveling your nerves before jumping in the water, leaving your favorite beret behind in the now abandoned boat.

So much for being peaceable foreigners.

After making it to Riki, which wasn’t nearly as daunting as you expected, he applauded your performance. “Brava, ____! Brava!! You successfully swam across a 30ft deep river!”

“30?!” you shivered in disbelief, thankful that he shared the rivers depth with you after you already got across.

“Relax, ____, that’s like a kiddy pool. Anyways, let’s get back to the hotel before we get sick,” he said as the chilly winds hit both your wet bodies. 

Under any other ordinary circumstances, you probably would’ve beaten the hell out of Riki for being so careless.

But it was something about the Parisian air that made you care less.

Riki phoned the chauffeur to bring you back to the resort, where he arranged a spa evening for you to be professionally pampered by French beauticians.

Meanwhile, he went to shower in the hotel room, saying that he’d meet you back at the spa when you were finished.

One of the hairdressers gave you a blow out and quick trim just to clean up your ends.

Then, conveniently after your finger nail polish finished drying, your phone beeped with a message from Hanni.

Riki tapped you on the shoulder, the scent of his sweet citrus cologne hitting your senses.

“You ready?” He asked, picking up one of the matcha macarons the spa staff gave you.

“Ready for what?”

“To eat. I know you’ve gotten all pretty, but I think it’s best we stay in since it’s dark out now.”

Did he just call you pretty?!?!

“Okay, we can hit up the French market and maybe make something for dinner," you suggested.

“Oh my gosh, great idea! We could make my mom’s gyoza recipe!”

“Oh, did she make the ones you let me try at the airport that day, too?”

“I can’t believe you still remember that," he said in shock.

“Well yeah, that was only a few days ago…”

“Hmm. I guess you just don’t seem like a stranger to me anymore,” He smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you from the resort spa.

After shopping at the market, where the prices were surprisingly affordable, you and Riki headed back to your hotel room to unpack the groceries.

“I hope you’re good at cooking,” Riki chimed, grabbing a large bowl to fill with all the French snacks you brought from the store.

“Why, exactly?”

“Because, I’m mostly gonna watch while you keep me entertained, Chef ____.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, grabbing a knife and chopping board as you started prepping the ingredients you’d need.

“Does ‘tsp’ mean tablespoon or teaspoon?” You asked, struggling to interpret his Mom’s recipe instructions.

“All I know is big spoon and little spoon,” he smirked, leaning closer over the counter.

You brushed off his flirting as you kept trying to figure out the recipe. That’s when Riki grabbed a handful of fondue flavored chips from the snack bowl, crunching them between his teeth.

“Gosh, would you stop chewing so freaking loud? I can’t think!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a babo,” he teased, poking you on the nose.

“Bet you can’t say that in French.”

“Pfft, why would I need to?”

“Because you said you speak French?”

“For the last time, I do! I’m just not a dictionary.”

“Sounds like another lame excuse, but whatever. Pass me the sesame oil… Oh, and one of those chips!”

Making the gyoza wasn’t nearly as hard as you anticipated. Though, your main struggle came with capturing the authentic flavors.

After steaming the doughy purses and tossing them in a dark chili sauce, you plated a few for Riki to try, even though you both were already stuffed from the snacks alone.

“Ugh, can you at least try them while they’re fresh?” You whined, bringing one of the saucy gyozas to Riki’s mouth with a pair of chopsticks.

He complied with a sigh, parting his lips as he hummed.

“What do you think?”

“Well, they don’t taste like my mom’s, but they’re not horrible. I’ll give it a 4/10.”

“Huh?!”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to do better than her, or even come close, so don’t feel too bad about it.”

You pouted, wrapping the remaining dumplings in plastic wrap before placing them in the hotel fridge.

“Alright, let’s freshen up and head to bed,” he suggested, wiping the kitchen counter and heading to the bathroom to wash up.

You went in after he finished, changing into your pajamas and meeting him on the kingsized bed.

“Ahh... I love Paris,” he smiled, adjusting his head on the pillow.

“Yeah. Me too, but why?”

“Because, the next time I visit, I’ll be reminded of you.”

“Aww, how cheesy,” you smiled, returning a poke to his nose.

“No, I’m serious. I’ve never had this much fun with someone before.”

“But we’ve been arguing the entire time.”

“I know, but… that’s just our way of…”

“Flirting?”

He blushed at your words, “Yea. Our way of flirting.”

You felt your own face heat up in the moment, fighting the urge to scoot closer to him on the mattress.

“So,” you began timidly, “what comes after this stage?”

“Depends,” he replied, resting his hands behind his head, “Where do you want it to go?”

“Riki…”

“What?”

“We just met—“

“That doesn’t answer my question, ____.”

You let out a breath, thinking on his words, “Hmm. I think we would make great fr-enemies.”

He giggled, “That’s it?”

“That's it. But maybe with time… we could—”

Buzz, buzz.

A notification from Riki’s phone lit up the dim hotel room. He reached for his phone, only to see a text from his friend Jake, who said he just arrived in Paris and wanted to meet up tomorrow.

“Was this planned?” You asked confused.

“No?… I don’t know why he’s here... or how he even knows I’m here.”

“Well. Looks like we better get some rest for tomorrow.”

“Ughh, but I wanted to spend our last day here together,” he pouted, rubbing his eyebrows.

“And we still can, Riki. It’ll probably be fun having your friend around, anyway.”

A moment of silence filled the air before he spoke.

“Fine. As long as you don’t mind, neither do I,” he smiled, turning off the night light before trying to get some sleep.

“Hanni. Pham. You sneaky salamander!”

"Bonjour, bestie! Turns out, Riki does have a cute and single friend. Meet Jake, my favorite Aussie boy!" She beamed, clinging onto him as if they've known each other for life.

You wondered if that's how you and Riki looked together.

"Nice to meet you, Jake," you forced a smile, shaking his hand.

"You too, Miss ____," he returned with an Australian accent that caught you off guard.

No wonder Hanni and him were already getting along so well.

"Jake-hyung, when you said you wanted to hang out at the amusement park, I didn't think you meant for a double-date," Riki said with an awkward smile, searching your face for an 'okay' sign.

"Aww, c'mon Nishi, it's not every day that you're granted with such convenient chances (😉) to hang out with friends," Jake began.

"Exactly. Let's make the most of this beautiful day, shall we?" Hanni encouraged, taking your hand in hers as you, Riki, and Jake went on to explore the park.

The four of you went on more rides than you could keep track of, ranging from ferris wheels, spinning teacups, and rollercoasters.

It was also fun watching Riki and Jake battle it out on an amusement park mini game to win a stuffed animal prize: Of course, Riki won, but you gave the plush to Hanni because you didn't feel like carrying it around.

You all planned to end the night with ice cream, but that was until Riki caught sight of a jewelry making station.

"____, we have to," Riki said in a serious tone.

You giggled, "Have to what? Make matching friendship bracelets?"

"Uh, YES!"

Hanni and Jake sat at a different table than you and Riki, hooking different charms to the silver bracelet chains provided by the staff.

You and Riki decided to make one for each other and then swap them once you finished.

"Are you guys almost done?" Jake asked, looking at the time which was running close to 7:30pm.

"Almost, I just need to make a few finishing touches," Riki smiled, adding on some beads.

Finally, you all payed for the bracelets and put them in velvet baby blue goody bags, bidding your farewells before heading back to your respective hotel rooms to pack.

"Today was so much fun," Riki exclaimed, sorting the clothes in his suitcase.

"I know, I'm already sad just thinking about how we go back to reality tomorrow."

"Yeah...but in the meantime, let's enjoy our last few hours in Paris," he smiled, closing his suitcase before putting on a French film for you both to fall asleep to.

The next morning came by faster than desired. On the flight back home, you reminisced about your fun weekend in Paris as though you might forget the moment you stopped thinking.

It was the simple things that started to effect you the most.

Riki's random Spotify playlist knitted memories with songs, faces to feelings.

You were falling hard for Riki, and the truth was, you had been since day one. It was obvious that he felt the same way about you, too.

The only thing holding you back was the fear of letting go.

The fear of letting love.

"All flight passengers, we have started our descent and will be landing shortly. Please remain seated after making sure your tray tables are in their upright positions and any other personal belongings are within your vicinity. Thank you," the pilot spoke from the head of the plane.

You and Riki were sharing a box of cream filled French cookies as you finished the last few minutes of the movie "Your Name" on his laptop.

"So you're telling me that this ends with Taki and Mitsuha not remembering each other?" You asked sadly, wishing the two characters could've had a happier ending.

"Not in this film, no. But the director mentioned something in an interview about them eventually reuniting and even getting married," Riki clarified, taking a sip from his carton of chocolate milk.

You sighed, looking out the window as the ending credits played silently in the background.

Riki tapped your shoulder, causing you to whip your head to face him.

"Here," he said, handing you the baby blue velvet sack he kept from Paris.

After making your bracelet, he said he wouldn't let you see it until y'all were in the plane. Turns out, that moment was now.

"Open it," he nearly whispered, his usual piercing eyes becoming more soft.

You took the bag in your hand, untying the string as you slid the silver bracelet in your palm. Riki didn't hesitate to fasten the hook around your wrist, a hue of pink rising to his cheeks at the sight.

You observed the rainbow heart beads and other cute charms that ran across the length of the bracelet.

One charm that stood out to you most was the shimmery blue airplane, dangling next to a cursive letter R.

The bracelet was so nice that it made you feel insecure about the one you made for him. He payed attention to so many little details, all apart of every moment that you shared together so far.

Even though the gesture was simple, you were left speechless.

"Riki, it's beautiful," you beamed, fighting the urge to hug him.

"Alright, alright, now where's mine," he teased, shaking with anticipation.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot," you giggled, reaching in your purse to hand him the velvet sack containing the bracelet you made him.

That's when a robotic voice emitted a series of beeps and tones from the ceiling speakers: a familiar chime that let you know the airplane had officially landed.

Riki was quick to grab your luggage and his, making his way to the airport base as you trailed behind him.

You knew after landing, the peaceful nature of your weekend would be bombarded with the busy world you knew best.

You still couldn't believe that you had just traveled cross-country with a complete stranger, and if given the opportunity, you wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

Riki took your hands in his just as your Uber ride pulled up outside the airport, since your usual chauffeur, Hanni, was still in Paris with her 'favorite Aussie boy.'

"I don't really know what to say, but... Paris was cool...with you, I mean," Riki admitted shyly, his usually dominant aura faltering before you.

"Yeah. Paris was cool with you, too, Riki," you smiled, stepping on your tip-toes and kissing him on the cheek.

You turned on your heel, walking towards the shiny glass doors with your polkadot suitcase clicking behind you.

Of course you looked back, and of course he was still there waiting for you to leave with a smile.

You made your way to the vehicle, loaded your things in the trunk before hopping in the backseat.

The quiet Uber driver made his way out of the parking lot while a certain thought meddled in the back of your mind: Riki and I will probably never see each other again.

Still, unlike Taki and Mitsuha, you could never forget the flirty TSA agent who stole your heart.

You looked at the bracelet on your wrist again, smiling at the recent memories that were already started to feel distant.

That's when you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Buzz, buzz.

You pulled your phone from your purse, revealing a text on your screen from a number you hadn't made a contact for yet:

"Hey, it's Riki. I know you just left, but I might die if we don't hang out tomorrow. Coffee at Café Royale's? Again? Maybe?"

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 ⋆｡˚ ✈︎ Thank you all so much for reading this ff! This concludes the finale for my long awaited "Flirty TSA Agent" Series. With that being said, feel free to check out my enhypen bookshelf for more fun reads!

 ⋆｡˚ ✈︎ Taglist: @fanficfactoryfoxxx @rickysblkgf @bambangan

[jpnriikicore]

── spider-boy man*

paring visualarts!college!spider-man!ni-ki x journalist!intern!reader, word count 695, genre fluff, ( masterlist )

nishimura riki, you’ve seen him around campus before. even attending a few classes together. the only interaction you’ve had before was him wanting to borrow a pencil that you never got back and when he asked to copy your notes. he normally was alone with a quiet demeanor. not wanting to draw much attention to himself. you have observed that he wore headphones on a daily and had a knack for drawing the most exquisite alluring drawings during class instead of paying attention to the professor. he was incredibly talent in that department. visual arts major was the right choice for him. you knew one day the art would be hung in museums and sold for thousands of dollars - even millions. one day he’s art would have glass around the painting to protect and preserve the beauty.

you’re currently stuck in a predicament. you would typically go up the stairs, but it was blocked off as constructors were redoing the stairs to become more stable as the original ones were placed were just temporary. you didn’t dislike elevators, you hated them. you have a rational fear of them.

as it was the only option to speak to your peers about your latest journalism piece that was published on spider-man. you pushed the button for the elevator. your mary jane’s nervously clicking on the marble floor as you bounced your leg up and down. your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip out of nervousness. attempting to prepare yourself for your peer's constructive criticism. you became an intern after you got good word from a close friend, yang jungwon. once the doors opened you stepped in hitting the button to lift you to the sixth floor.

a fateful afternoon, as riki swung through the cityscape of seoul, you find yourself in a perilous situation, trapped high above the city streets in a malfunctioning elevator that was bound to fall with the cord thinner every second.

racing to the scene, he found that it was you that is the one in danger. tears willed in your eyes and panic is written all over your features. you’ve made yourself as small as possible and shoved over in a corner of the elevator. he never wanted to see you in that kind of situation ever again. after overhearing a conversation with your friend, mei, he knew you didn’t do good with elevators always purposely avoiding them as much as you possibly can afraid to be in the position you are currently in. without hesitation, riki swung into action, and his familiar red and blue suit through the glass doors have you a sense of hope. with his quick thinking and web-slinging skills, his spider-sense guiding his every move as he forces the doors in opposite directions with his strength getting an opening enough to slide in the elevator shaft. he shot out a web forcing you to stumble closer to him with a yelp. his arm wraps around your waist for stability as free falls with you clinging onto him. he smiles underneath his mask with butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the mere fact he had the girl he’s been pinning over so close to him.

after gently setting you down on solid ground, he checks to make sure you're okay, his voice filled with concern. his fingertips lifting your arm to ensure that you didn’t get injured. his hand rests on your shoulder as he ducks his head down to have his eyes meeting yours through the lenses of his mask.

"are you alright?" he asks, his heroism leaving you in awe. you nodded your head in response still shaken up about the whole ordeal.

his hands work on lifting his mask a little above his nose. the mole on his chin is strikingly similar. riki introduced himself with a reassuring boxy smile. grateful for his bravery, you thanked him and bowed at a fifteen degree profusely.

you’ve had your suspicions that nishimura riki was spider-man with all of the occasional disappearances and peculiar excuses of why he was late to classes. now you’re the only one protecting his secret identity and double life.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[wikiuntamed]

Top 5 @Wikipedia pages from a year ago: Friday, 2nd December 2022

Welcome, selamat datang, ยินดีต้อนรับ (yin dee dtôn rab), hoş geldiniz 🤗 What were the top pages visited on @Wikipedia (2nd December 2022) 🏆🌟🔥?

1️⃣: 2022 FIFA World Cup "The 2022 FIFA World Cup was the 22nd FIFA World Cup, the world championship for national football teams organized by FIFA. It took place in Qatar from 20 November to 18 December 2022, after the country was awarded the hosting rights in 2010. It was the first World Cup to be held in the Arab world..."

2️⃣: FIFA World Cup "The FIFA World Cup, often simply called the World Cup, is an international association football competition between the senior men's national teams of the members of the Fédération Internationale de Football Association (FIFA), the sport's global governing body. The tournament has been held every..."

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3️⃣: Jenna Ortega "Jenna Marie Ortega (born September 27, 2002) is an American actress. She began her career as a child actress, receiving recognition for her role as young Jane in The CW comedy-drama series Jane the Virgin (2014–2019). From 2016 to 2018, she had a leading role as Harley Diaz in the Disney Channel..."

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4️⃣: Wednesday (TV series) "Wednesday is an American coming-of-age supernatural comedy horror television series based on the character Wednesday Addams by Charles Addams. Created by Alfred Gough and Miles Millar, it stars Jenna Ortega as the titular character, with Gwendoline Christie, Riki Lindhome, Jamie McShane, Hunter..."

5️⃣: Christine McVie "Christine Anne McVie (; née Perfect; 12 July 1943 – 30 November 2022) was an English musician and singer. She was the keyboardist and one of the vocalists and songwriters of Fleetwood Mac. McVie was a member of several bands, notably Chicken Shack, in the mid-1960s British Blues scene. She..."

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[goldenhypen]

▸ then marry her.

PAIRING || jay park x fem!reader

GENRE || fluff

SYNOPSIS || jay is so in love with y/n, all he can think of is how much he wants to marry her. little does he know, she just wants the same.

WORD COUNT || 1.6k

WARNINGS || none

AUTHOR’S NOTE || happy birthday to the coolest guy i know and the most perfect man <3 jay, i hope you have the bestest birthday yet and get to spend it well and eat lots <3 we love you so much :( happy birthday 🥺 !! <333

“no, but for real though,” jay chuckled, eyes on his cup as he swirled his straw around, “i think i wanna marry her.”

his friends sitting with him around the diner table smiled, and riki beside him nudged his side teasingly, but internally, was happy that his friend finally found someone good for him who made him feel this way. 

“then marry her,” one of jay’s other close friends, heeseung, let out casually with a small shrug, taking a sip of his milkshake. 

jay avoided eye contact again and let out another soft chuckle. 

“oh,” sunghoon drew out with a smirk on his lips at the sight of his friend acting shy. “jay, are you—blushing?”

“what? no,” jay met sunghoon’s eyes and furrowed his brows, seemingly unable to prevent a smile from reaching his lips at the accusation. 

all the boys laughed, as this was one of the ways they had always bonded, through teasing. 

“oh—well, look who it is,” riki began, referring to jay’s now lit phone screen. 

jungwon laughed, “she must’ve heard us talking about her and jay.”

jay rolled his eyes playfully before gesturing to the boys that he was going to leave momentarily to take your call, to which the boys nodded and waved at him to quickly go.

jay stood up, phone in hand, and exited the diner before answering the call, “hello?”

but instead of a response, to his surprise, all he heard was a squeal. 

“y/n?!”

“ah!”

“hello? y/n?!”

“hi—hi! jay?”

“hey,” jay replied, a soft, relieved laugh leaving his lips. “you okay?”

“yeah, yeah. i uh—actually no, not really, i’m not.”

“what’s wrong?”

“are you able to come over?”

“why?” jay asked, skeptical, yet slightly concerned. 

“i‘ve been trying to make lunch, but i burnt the potatoes in the oven,” you groaned. 

“oh,” jay paused, holding in a chuckle. 

“don’t laugh!”

“i wasn’t!” jay responded playfully. 

“yeah, you are now!” you stated, causing you to let out a laugh as well. 

as a silence arose, you started again, “have you eaten yet?”

“yeah, me and the boys are actually having lunch together right now, but we’re just about finished,” he explained. “i can come over now if you want.”

“oh, did i interrupt your lunch?” you asked, feeling slightly guilty. “sorry. no, finish your lunch with them first. it’s no rush. i’ll just try to figure this out myself in the meantime.”

“no, you must be hungry, and i can tell you’re urgently in need of saving,” he joked. “i’ll just start heading over in a few minutes, it’s not a big deal.”

“okay,” you said softly. “thanks, love. i’ll see you later. love you.”

“love you too. bye,” jay said before ending the call. 

he walked back inside the diner and to his table to meet his friends. 

“what’d she say?” jake asked as he saw his friend approaching. 

“anything about—maybe—marriage?” riki cut in out of the blue. 

“whatever,” jay rolled his eyes, brushing off the comment, laughing.

“do you need to leave again?” sunoo asked jay. 

“you say that as though it’s happened before,” jay said. 

“because it has!” sunoo responded. 

jay looked at his other friends, only to find they were all nodding. 

“how did you even know, anyways?” jay asked sunoo.

“because it wouldn’t be the first time, obviously,” he answered. 

“okay, well, yeah, i do have to go, guys. sorry,” jay apologized. “y/n burnt her lunch in the oven, so i have to go help her.”

“simp,” sunghoon teased. 

“what? no, i-“

before jay could finish his sentence, the boys began blabbering quotes along the lines of “i want to marry her.”

jay took his jacket from the seat and checked that he had his phone and wallet before beginning to walk away, “oh, what was that? sorry, i can’t hear you guys. gotta go. see ya!”

and with that, he exited the diner, his friends’ voices growing quieter with each step to his car. 

a minute later, as he was about to start the vehicle, he saw his phone screen light up with a message from you. 

y/n ❤️: 🥰🥰🥰

y/n ❤️: i love you

y/n ❤️: i love you

y/n ❤️: i love you

y/n ❤️: hey did you know that…

y/n ❤️: i love you?

y/n ❤️: come over quickly!!!

y/n ❤️: but drive safe

y/n ❤️: ok 

y/n ❤️: i love youuu

jay 💜: haha

jay 💜: love you too

jay 💜: coming over now

y/n ❤️: don’t text and drive!

jay 💜: i’m not, don’t worry, love

y/n ❤️: “love” …

y/n ❤️: hehe

jay 💜: 🧐🧐

jay 💜: alrighty then

jay 💜: see you soon, love

y/n ❤️: 🥰🥰🥰

with one last glance at your messages, he let out a soft chuckle and started the car. 

minutes passed and eventually, he arrived at your house. 

at the sound of your front door creaking open, you ran up to jay with a wide, giddy smile on your face and within seconds, your lips were on his. 

jay’s eyes fell shut, and his arms found themselves circling around your waist, pulling you closer as your hands made their way to the sides of his face. 

the kiss lasted for a few seconds before you pulled back, looking into his eyes with a large grin. your hands snaked around to the back of his neck, and he continued to hold you close. 

“hi,” you let out softly.

“hi,” he smiled before his eyes met your lips, leaning in to kiss you again. 

with a giggle, you pressed your lips back onto his. 

after a few seconds, your hands slowly fell down his arms and made their way into his hands, and you pulled out of the kiss, immediately leading him to the kitchen, leaving him wanting more.

it was only when you two entered the kitchen that he noticed the burnt aroma, along with the fresh, outside air that entered through the windows you had opened to free the smoky scent that filled the room. 

you turned around and looked at him with a sigh, your eyes silently asking for his help. 

he left one last peck on your lips before walking to the fridge to cook up something for you to eat, and you thanked him with an excited smile, always loving the food he made for you. 

you took a seat at the kitchen island, watching your boyfriend whose broad back was facing you. 

him cooking was one of his traits that made you fall so deeply in love with him. a man who could look after himself—and you—was the type of man you always imagined you’d start your life with. and here you were, with the love of your life right in front of you, cooking lunch for you after you had initially burnt your own. he was so sweet and caring, and you absolutely loved and admired that about him. 

it didn’t take long for jay to finish making your food, and once he was, also cooking a small plate for himself, you two made your way to the couch and put on a movie, which turned out to mostly serve as background noise, because all you two wanted to do was talk about each other’s day and catch up, as you often did. finishing your lunch, you swung your legs lightly over his, sprawled horizontally over his own. 

he looked at you, and you began running your hands through his soft hair, playing with the strands between your fingers. 

he closed his eyes, relaxing under your touch. he looked so content, a smile made its way to your face. 

a few seconds after he opened his eyes, he commented, “your eyes are so pretty.”

looking into his own, you smiled before hitting his arm lightly. 

however, his compliment caused you to remember what his friends told you only an hour prior about what jay had said about you. apparently, he had told them that he wanted to marry you, causing you to become all giddy again, wanting nothing but to marry him too. 

at the sight of your expression and the way you were looking at him, he began littering kisses over your face, causing you to squirm and laugh under his hold and he spoke, “what’s up?”

after your giggles eventually died down, your eyes landed on his which were already staring lovingly into your own, and you two remained there for what felt like a long, happy eternity, before you interrupted the intimate moment. 

“you wanna marry me?” you asked innocently. 

at the sound of your question, he began to grow shy, something you hadn’t seen from him since the first days you two had met so long ago. he nodded slowly, and you immediately crashed your lips onto his. 

as the kiss grew deeper, he pulled you closer, only falling deeper in love with you. 

with a smile, he pulled back slowly, “your lips are so soft.”

his sudden comment caused you to let out a soft chuckle before replying, “propose, and you can get this every day, baby.”

“i might just take you up on that offer,” jay smirked, placing his lips softly back onto yours before you kissed him back, excitement building up in your body as you imagined what spending the rest of your life with him would be like.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. a portion of this fic (or at least the idea of it) was actually first created even before this blog was made, so,, you just experienced the imagination of pre-debuted blog owner em’s mind 🤩 anyways, as always, i really hope you guys enjoyed, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! happy jay day ! <333

TAGLIST FORM.

[feminist-pussycat]

saying the quiet part out loud again, I see

written by the autogynphile Riki Wilchins, one of the organizers who shut down Michfest, started the term ‘genderqueer’, started the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom (promoting BDSM and polyamory). also a very, to be polite, non-passing trans-identified male.

he is such a stereotype it’s like we made it up but I swear to God all of this is true. and a library has his book that proudly says the transgender movement ‘took down’ gay rights and feminism. ugh.

some reviews for this book online however, are based.

“it’s really disturbing that she would crow about ending Michfest - about this being the first major national political event trans activists had pulled off, that it signalled the end of female focused spaces.”

“she doesn’t grasp at all that being female is a specific experience and we have a right to discuss that and organize around it when we need to do so.”

“The book takes all of the same self-pity, fantasy and self-loathing tripe they have been throwing at the Gay & Lesbian community over the last 25 years and tries to neatly wrap it into a little blue "1st prize" ribbon and claim a dubious victory over a community (the homosexual community) which she and her ilk have been hanging on to and using for those same years. It is a grinding, laborious read. Mr. Wilchins has taken his own internalized homophobia and self loathing to a new high. No, my dear Mr. Wilchins, your victory party is alas far too premature, as even as this is written there is a growing backlash against the gender-denial and false promises of the dysphoric agenda. Do you think the "Drop The T" movement died. Guess again.”

[hooniee]

   — ꒰‧⁺ maple tree*ೃ༄

↷ ni-ki x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ 

↷ genre: fluff | romance⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ warnings: not proofread! | none! ⋯ ♡ᵎ 

↷ synopsis: almost getting squished by a freshman boy falling out of a tree, might have made your monday morning turn around ⋯ ♡ᵎ  

↷author note: hi guys! this is for @enhypenwriters​ event! strangers to lovers <3 this was one out of three i wrote and this was one i wasn’t satisfied with but it was a cute idea (or at least i think so!) please enjoy! ⋯ ♡ᵎ

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

monday morning was unmistakably not on your team. from your charger being broken and leaving your phone dead to your wicked idiot brother consuming the last slice of toast, you were not a festive person. 

"i'm heading out idiot, don't be late," you shout at your brother who just replies with an 'okay!'

rummaging around your jacket pocket, you pull out a granola bar that was half-eaten from the other day and scarfed it down. 

definitely a bit stale, but you were appreciative nonetheless.

you arrive at the bus stop and take a seat, enjoying the scenery. one of your favorite destressers in the hectic mornings.

arriving at school, you hasten your steps with five minutes remaining.

'mr.kim is going to mark me absent for the seventh time this month.'

fortunately, this was the only good thing going for you today.

you exhault in relief and take out your materials for math class as you mentally adjust yourself for the long day ahead.

this day couldn’t get any more tiring.

from an exhausting morning, your lunch period comes to rescue you from starvation.

you head outside to your usual place beneath the maple tree in the courtyard, with your sandwich and chocolate milk.

taking a mouthful of your sandwich, you draw out the scarlett letter��from your bag to relish in the meantime

profoundly absorbed in your book, you didn't recognize that a boy is sitting on a tree branch right overhead you. 

he didn’t mean to stare down but it was the first time he had seen you.

he would admire you from a distance until mother nature said ‘no’

CRACK

there was the familiar sound of a snapping branch and you managed to glance up and duck it just in time to see a mop of blonde tresses right next to you.

the blonde hair boy instantly rose up and dusted himself off, clearing his throat, pretending that nothing had happened.

you were still flustered at the out of the blue fall. you place your book facing down, marking the page where you left off.

“a-are you okay? that was a pretty high fall,” glimpsing at the maple tree and back to him.

you have never seen this guy. he was tall and lean with milky skin and blond hair that touched his harmonious brown eyes.

the gaze he held on you was interesting.

navy blue nametag, an underclassman

“don’t worry princess, i’m alright. i've had worse” he returns with a wink.

a simple wink was enough to send a rush of blood to your cheeks.

'what a flirty freshman, wasn't he just embarrassed a couple of seconds ago? 360 change'

“if anything hurts, just go to the nurse. please be careful,” you say instantaneously, attempting to flee quickly.

he doesn't need to see the powerful blush on your cheeks that won’t leave.

a tug of your wrist sticks you in place. he spins you around to confront him but the grass appeared to be more appealing.

there's a moment of silence before he asks. “...are you blushing?” 

your brain was internally smashing your head against a book.

“no i am just not used to a freshman guy falling from the sky. don’t flatter yourself, i have standards.” you spit out.

"i didn't even mention anything about myself, i just asked if you were blushing," he smirks at you, feeling boastful.

how did you just betrayed yourself?

“whatever! now if you don’t mind, i’ll be going now. i’m late.”

neglecting your book and food, you hastily grab your bag and head out to your following class.

he chuckles to himself, finding your flustered demeanor adorbale. he looks down at where you sat.

"hey! you forgot your-" the freshman exclaims but you had left and no traces of your silhouette could be found.

he bends down, plucking your book and analyzing it for any name.

'you would definitely be back for this' he thought to himself.

peeping at your un-opened chocolate milk, he looks around before snagging it.

"free milk for me," he hums to himself.

you, on the other hand

you aspired to punch yourself for three purposes.

one, you forgot your food and you were perishing.

two, your book was gone

three, that damn freshman.

you were too ashamed to show your face infront of him. not when he caught you profusely blushing from a wink.

for the next few days, you dodge your usual spot and lingered in the library instead.

that method came to an end because you didn't realize how many OVER affectionate couples occupied the library.

you had mentally battled with yourself, forgetting to pay attention in classes.

'there was a chance he wasn't going to be there'

'but there's also a possibility that he'll be there"

you decided to convince yourself that he wouldn't be there. you craved not being shoved in a cubicle and have couples make out in your favorite book isles.

the next day you head to the maple tree and before you sit, you glance at the encompassing areas.

you didn’t see any traces of a lanky, blonde boy near the tree or IN the tree.

and assuming the coast was clear, you relax.

the previous book you were reading was nowhere to be seen so you brought a new book, frankly in love

you plug in headphones to tune out and you immersed yourself into the book. after a few minutes, your earbud comes out or more specifically, taken out. 

you look up and nearly screamed. the freshman boy was dangling off the tree with your right earbud in hand. barely an inch away from your face.

this was the closest anybody has been to your face and you tried not to make any sudden movements.

“what are you doing?” you furrow your eyebrows at the boy hanging. he flashed you a radiant smile that put the sun out of business before jumping down, landing smoothly.

your cheeks became warm again, grasping that you were gradually falling for this freshman you didn't know the name of.

“sorry! i just wanted to talk to you” he cheekily said, “nice blush” 

“that's fine i guess? AND i'm not blushing, i was just startled,” you avoid eye-contact.

he playfully rolls his eyes before extending his hand to you with your book.

"i believe this is yours?" the boy returns you the book you rummaged for.

your eyes widen, realizing that he had the book the whole time.

"oh my gosh! i was looking for this everywhere," you blurted.

you look at him and he smiles.

you fall back into being stiff. you had never been this anxious under someone's gaze until you met him.

this time, you tried to kindle a conversation.

“why do you want to talk to me?” you ask curiously.

you had never had someone excited to talk to you like this. you were wishing that his interest was genuine.

he pauses to consider a bit, placing a finger to his chin.

“you’re interesting and i want to get to know you more, toto” he hums and you're perplexed by the suddenly calling.

'toto? that's new'

“toto? that’s not my name, why are you calling me that?” you tilt your head.

you didn't know what was weirder, the nickname or the freshman aspiring to get to know you.

“don’t worry about it,” he smiles, 

"why are you alone out here? shouldn't you be eating in the canteen?” he settles next to you.

for the first time, you locked eyes with him and it was dangerous. you could get lost in his eyes if you gazed for too long.

“because i want to, what is with the Q&A? are we playing twenty questions?” you sneer.

this freshman recognized how to push the right buttons to make you flustered at the precise moments.

“maybe, or is it a date?” he answered

you just choked on your own saliva and you hoped he didn't catch that.

it grew quiet and he stared at you with a fixed gaze. feeling awkward, you shove the other earbud into his ear.

he flinches from the abrupt contact but loosens and smiles, recognizing the song that resonated from your earbuds.

“toto, is this she’s in the rain by the rose?” he gasps.

it shocked you because not many people know this band.

“yeah, you know the rose? this is my favorite song from them” you flash a smile, feeling content.

'something in common, maybe he's not so bad'

you both softly sway together, occasionally bumping shoulders.

"nishimura riki," he says.

you didn't catch what he said, "hm?"

"nishimura riki is my name, but you can call me ni-ki," he smiles at you.

"(y/n) (l/n), (y/n) sunbae to you," you laugh.

"what if i called you mine instead?"

[the nickname toto, came from tomato! the reader blushes easily and ni-ki is quick to notice, rebranding her as toto <3]

[montysworld]

Zara Origins - Avril 14th from Roger Guàrdia on Vimeo.

Visual experience based on APHEX TWIN's song Avril 14th for the new Origins collection by Zara.

FILM CREDITS

Directed by Roger Guàrdia -----------

Produced by CANADA -----------

Executive Producer Víctor Mata

Producer Marga Sardà Badia -----------

Director of Photography Ryan Marie Helfant

Production Designer Oian Arteta

Production Manager Yolanda Gata

1st AD Diego Núñez

Stylist Marq Rise

Make-up Artist Lucy Bridge

Hair Artist Louis Ghewy

Editor Carlos Font Clos

Grading Marc Morató @ La Metropolitana

Sound Design Jack Sedgwick @ Wave Studios

Postproduction La Metropolitana -----------

Production Coordinator Marta Vega

Production Assistant Aina Salarich

Ecoshoot Coordinator Aurora Muñoz

Postproduction Coordinator Sara Camacho

Postproduction Supervisor Iván Iniesta @ La Metropolitana

PAs/Drivers Pau Arévalo David Ceballos Guille Lavin Gerard Llopart Marc Massó Ramón Novellas Marcelo Pérez Oscar Pérez Aitor Rau Oriol Recasens Riky Serrano

Ecoshoot PA David Medina

PA Trainee Sara Martínez

Set Manager Aiman Halabi

Location Manager Iván Gómez

Location Assistant Sergi Cabrera

Location Scout Jaume Jordana Joel López Matías Saravia

2nd AD Dani Velázquez

3rd ADs Helena Lobato Albert Marcos

Casting Lane Casting

Special Effects Clemente Torres

Animal Wrangler Gabriel Lozano

-----------

Focus Puller Toni Rodríguez

2nd AC Eneko Abad

Clapper Loader Mònica Mauri

VTR Xavi García

Steadycam Operator Sacha Naceri

Camera B Operator Teo López Camera B Focus Puller Iván Buñuel

Camera B 2nd AC Arkaitz Latorre

Camera B VTR Kian Rahnema

Scuba Cam Jose Manuel Herrero

Scuba Cam Assistant Raúl Caso

Gaffer Juan F. Román

Sparks Raul Alimbau Alberto Álvarez Jordi Biosca Alex Carvajal Juan F. Flores Oscar Gallego Víctor Gasull Xavier González Patrik Herchl Víctor Moreno Joan Manel Pérez Jesús Manuel Prieto Santi Rodríguez Jordi Sánchez

Key Grip Jordi Soms

Grip Toni Espejo

Scorpio Crane Jordi Galán

Sound Technician Carles Prats

Boom Operator Gabriel Hernan

----------- Assistants Art Director Cristina Cortizo Anna Llubera

Props Buyer Eduard Arbona

Art Assistants Julien Anderson Nata Jacob Jonathan Rodríguez Sergi Ruiz

----------- Styling Assistants Alexa Barrios Maria Combalia Iria Franch Nona Permanyer Bea Rivas

Seamstresses Aloma Abeyà Blanca Oliva

Mk’up Ass. to Ms Bridge Kyle Dominic Jana Reininger

Hair Ass. to Mr Ghewy Eduardo Bravo

Add. Talent Mk’up & Hair Oliva Marcos

Add Talent Mk’up & Hair Ass. Cristina Casanovas Eli García Olalla Limeres Sandra Martín Vanessa Sánchez Laura Sans

Manicurist Rosa Matilla ----------- Main Talent Takfarines Bengana Rogier Bosschaart Kwaku Broni Ottawa Kwami Chester McKee Babacar N’Doye Yura Nakano Sacha Quenby Mika Schneider Moustapha Sy

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Orchestra Furius Music Orchestra

Underwater Stunt Carlos Ribera @ Filmsport

Background Extras JK Guzman

----------- Storyboard Roger Pibernat

Credits Design Judit Musachs

BTS Camera Operators Pol G. Sala Juanjo López

BTS Photographer Dani Pujalte

BTS & Assistant Editor Bernat Udina

----------- “Avril 14th - Orchestral Version”   Music: Aphex Twin ‘Avril 14th’, Courtesy of Warp Records   Music Production Hook and Line Inc.   Orchestral Arrangement Bryan Senti   Production Assistant Francesco Le Metre

Music Mix Bill Mims @ Alpha Road Studios in Los Angeles, California

  Studio recording by FILMharmonic Orchestra in Prague on August 31st, 2021 Conductor:  Adam Klemens Sound Engineer: Jan Holzner Assistant Sound Engineer: Michal Hradiský Orchestra Contractor and Recording Sessions Manager: Petr Pycha

Live performance by Furius Music Orchestra in Barcelona on August 22nd, 2021

-------------- Suppliers

Servicevision Zeferino Another Light Blacklight Grip Support Cinelab London Zafarrancho Location Support Quadis AAV LocLum Kaizen Modasa Lazaro Dynamic International Inextremis Elemento FX Animales a Rodar Frankachela Tasta’m Cinevent Geseme Blue Screen Freecov Travelface

------------ Special Thanks Momo M. Javier G. Javier R. Carlos T. Jacobo S. Oscar G. Antonio P. Carlos N. Javi Botella Marina M. Campomanes Sophie Williams Davey Ahern Cristina López Diana C. Milesi

------------ Shot in Barcelona on August 19th-22nd, 2021.

[still-single]

Still Single / Heathen Disco 2020 End of Year Recap

I guess I’m back! I started gingerly dipping back over into Tumblr to publish some reviews as a means of cutting through all the bondage photos and anime screencaps and people still living on Tumblrs (shout out to anyone still Tumblin', it's alright). I also redoubled my efforts to do great radio shows, and that seems to bother some of you enough to unsubscribe, but I'm feeling great about all that. If you wanna hear those shows, you can go to Mixcloud and listen to your hearts' content. Those 5-6 reviews on here actually turned up worthwhile music in my PO box, so thanks to those who submitted.

This was gonna be the year I reintroduced myself to the world. Don't make plans like that. Things are a lot better now than I thought they'd be, and the time I burnt up on movies and self-reflection this year was probably more needed than another DJ gig or whatever. Radio sustained me, I will freely admit, and finding records out in the wild once shops reopened was really killer too.

Anyway, time for a year-end recap, right?

Top 10 albums, historical (alphabetical): Adulkt Life – Book of Curses (What’s Your Rupture?) Bailterspace – Concret (self-released) The Cowboy – Wi-Fi on the Prairie (Feel It) Angel Bat Dawid and Tha Brotherhood – Live (International Anthem) Home Blitz – All Through the Year EP (Sophomore Lounge) MJ Guider – Sour Cherry Bell (Kranky) David Nance – Staunch Honey (Trouble in Mind) Theo Parrish – Wuddaji (Sound Signature) Schisms – Speech Copy Rap Master (Fort Evil Fruit) Sweeping Promises – Hunger for a Way Out (Feel It)

25 more, just because, also alphabetical: Ana Roxanne – Because of a Flower (Kranky) Clemency – References EP and remixes (2 B REAL) Tara Clerkin Trio – self-titled (Laura Lies In) Dezron Douglas & Brandee Younger – Force Majeure (International Anthem) DJ Python – Mas Amable (Incienso) FACS – Void Moments (Trouble in Mind) Green/Blue – self-titled (Slovenly) Gun Outfit – Clean Runs the Thread (Joyful Noise) Janedriver – You Know It’s True EP (self-released) Junk Drawer – Ready for the House (Art for Blind) Lavender Flu – Barbarian Dust (In the Red) / Tomorrow Cleaners (MEDS) … technically two releases, but really just chapters in the same book Lewsberg – In This House (12XU) Melenas – Dias Raros (Trouble in Mind) The Midnight Steppers – Isolation Drives (Radical Documents) Oily Boys – Cro Memory Grin (Cool Death) Optic Sink – self-titled (Goner) Permission – Organised People Suffer (La Vida Es Un Mus) Pool Holograph – Love Touched Time … and Time Began to Sweat (Sunroof) Riki – self-titled (Dais) Sacred Product – Same Old Gag (Eternal Souncheck) The Soft Pink Truth – Shall We Go on Sinning So That Grace May Increase? (Thrill Jockey) Special Interest – The Passion Of (Night School/Thrilling Living) Luke Stewart – Luke Stewart Exposure Quintet (Astral Spirits) Vanessa Worm – VANESSA 77 (Optimo Musik) Jim White & Marisa Anderson – The Quickening (Thrill Jockey)

15 reissues/archival, alphabetical yet again: Dadamah – This Is Not a Dream (Grapefruit) East Village – Hotrod Hotel (Slumberland) The Eighteenth Day of May – self-titled (Cardinal Fuzz/Feeding Tube) Endless Boogie – The Gathered and Scattered (No Quarter) Flaming Tunes – self-titled (Superior Viaduct) Anthony Moore – OUT (Drag City) Musica Transonic – self-titled (Black Editions) Naujawanan Baidar – self-titled (Cardinal Fuzz/Feeding Tube) No Trend – Too Many Humans/Teen Love box set (Drag City) The Only Ones – Live in Chicago 1979 (Alona’s Dream) Rema-Rema – Wheel in Small Doses Extended Version (Le Coq Musique) Vertical Slit – Live at Browns (Siltbreeze) Vivienne Styg – Rose of Texas (Tall Texan) The Whip – self-titled (Wantage USA) Various Artists – Strum & Thrum: The American Jangle Underground (Captured Tracks)

Top 10 Record Scores this year, A to zed: The Church – Sing-Songs 12” EP (Parlophone) The Equals – Equals Party live promo 12” (Phonogram) HNO3 – Doughnut Dollies 12” (R & S) Annea Lockwood – Glass World of Anna Lockwood LP (Tangent) Optik/Equal Phaze – split one-sided 12” test press (no label) Six Finger Satellite – Severe Exposure LP/12” (Sub Pop) Sweet Breeze – Across the Desert LP (Feathers) Tappi Tíkarrass – Miranda LP (Gramm) Various Artists – Best of the Beat Greatest Hits LP, purple sleeve (Espera) Various Artists – Le Mysterieux 12” EP (Musique Pour La Danse)

Favorite movies discovered in 2020:

“Animals” | 2019, d. Sophie Hyde “Band of the Hand” | 1986, d. Paul Michael Glaser “Bell, Book & Candle” | 1958, d. Richard Quine “Breaking In” | 1989, d. Bill Forsyth “Le Choc du Futur” | 2019, d. Marc Collin

“The City Girl” | 1984, d. Martha Coolidge “Conquest” | 1983, d. Lucio Fulci “Everybody in the Place: An Incomplete History of Britain 1984-1992” | 2018, d. Jeremy Deller “G.B.H” | 1982, d. David Kent-Watson “Luz” | 2018, d. Tilman Singer

“The Pyx” | 1973, d. Harvey Hart “Ring of Darkness” | 1979, d. Pier Carpi “Rivals” | 1972, d. Krishna Shah (and RIP to Mike “McBeardo” McPadden, who made me aware of it, as he made many people aware of the insane secret histories of genre cinema) “Satisfaction” | 1988, d. Joan Freeman “Savage Three” | 1975, d. Vittorio Salerno

“Simon, King of the Witches” | 1971, d. Bruce Kessler “Swallow” | 2019, d. Carlo Mirabella-Davis “Thief” | 1981, d. Michael Mann “Two Gentlemen Sharing” | 1969, d. Ted Kotcheff “X, Y & Zee” | 1972, d. Brian G. Hutton

Resolutions for 2021: Open things up, share more, care more.

_______ New Year, Doug Mosurock

[maximura]

[emzeciorrr]

Zara Origins - Aphex Twin Avril 14th from Roger Guàrdia on Vimeo.

Visual experience based on APHEX TWIN's song Avril 14th for the new Origins collection by Zara.

FILM CREDITS

Directed by Roger Guàrdia -----------

Produced by CANADA -----------

Executive Producer Víctor Mata

Producer Marga Sardà Badia -----------

Director of Photography Ryan Marie Helfant

Production Designer Oian Arteta

Production Manager Yolanda Gata

1st AD Diego Núñez

Stylist Marq Rise

Make-up Artist Lucy Bridge

Hair Artist Louis Ghewy

Editor Carlos Font Clos

Grading Marc Morató @ La Metropolitana

Sound Design Jack Sedgwick @ Wave Studios

Postproduction La Metropolitana -----------

Production Coordinator Marta Vega

Production Assistant Aina Salarich

Ecoshoot Coordinator Aurora Muñoz

Postproduction Coordinator Sara Camacho

Postproduction Supervisor Iván Iniesta @ La Metropolitana

PAs/Drivers Pau Arévalo David Ceballos Guille Lavin Gerard Llopart Marc Massó Ramón Novellas Marcelo Pérez Oscar Pérez Aitor Rau Oriol Recasens Riky Serrano

Ecoshoot PA David Medina

PA Trainee Sara Martínez

Set Manager Aiman Halabi

Location Manager Iván Gómez

Location Assistant Sergi Cabrera

Location Scout Jaume Jordana Joel López Matías Saravia

2nd AD Dani Velázquez

3rd ADs Helena Lobato Albert Marcos

Casting Lane Casting

Special Effects Clemente Torres

Animal Wrangler Gabriel Lozano

-----------

Focus Puller Toni Rodríguez

2nd AC Eneko Abad

Clapper Loader Mònica Mauri

VTR Xavi García

Steadycam Operator Sacha Naceri

Camera B Operator Teo López Camera B Focus Puller Iván Buñuel

Camera B 2nd AC Arkaitz Latorre

Camera B VTR Kian Rahnema

Scuba Cam Jose Manuel Herrero

Scuba Cam Assistant Raúl Caso

Gaffer Juan F. Román

Sparks Raul Alimbau Alberto Álvarez Jordi Biosca Alex Carvajal Juan F. Flores Oscar Gallego Víctor Gasull Xavier González Patrik Herchl Víctor Moreno Joan Manel Pérez Jesús Manuel Prieto Santi Rodríguez Jordi Sánchez

Key Grip Jordi Soms

Grip Toni Espejo

Scorpio Crane Jordi Galán

Sound Technician Carles Prats

Boom Operator Gabriel Hernan

----------- Assistants Art Director Cristina Cortizo Anna Llubera

Props Buyer Eduard Arbona

Art Assistants Julien Anderson Nata Jacob Jonathan Rodríguez Sergi Ruiz

----------- Styling Assistants Alexa Barrios Maria Combalia Iria Franch Nona Permanyer Bea Rivas

Seamstresses Aloma Abeyà Blanca Oliva

Mk’up Ass. to Ms Bridge Kyle Dominic Jana Reininger

Hair Ass. to Mr Ghewy Eduardo Bravo

Add. Talent Mk’up & Hair Oliva Marcos

Add Talent Mk’up & Hair Ass. Cristina Casanovas Eli García Olalla Limeres Sandra Martín Vanessa Sánchez Laura Sans

Manicurist Rosa Matilla ----------- Main Talent Takfarines Bengana Rogier Bosschaart Kwaku Broni Ottawa Kwami Chester McKee Babacar N’Doye Yura Nakano Sacha Quenby Mika Schneider Moustapha Sy

Pianist Nacho Durà

----------

Orchestra Furius Music Orchestra

Underwater Stunt Carlos Ribera @ Filmsport

Background Extras JK Guzman

----------- Storyboard Roger Pibernat

Credits Design Judit Musachs

BTS Camera Operators Pol G. Sala Juanjo López

BTS Photographer Dani Pujalte

BTS & Assistant Editor Bernat Udina

----------- “Avril 14th - Orchestral Version”   Music: Aphex Twin ‘Avril 14th’, Courtesy of Warp Records   Music Production Hook and Line Inc.   Orchestral Arrangement Bryan Senti   Production Assistant Francesco Le Metre

Music Mix Bill Mims @ Alpha Road Studios in Los Angeles, California

  Studio recording by FILMharmonic Orchestra in Prague on August 31st, 2021 Conductor:  Adam Klemens Sound Engineer: Jan Holzner Assistant Sound Engineer: Michal Hradiský Orchestra Contractor and Recording Sessions Manager: Petr Pycha

Live performance by Furius Music Orchestra in Barcelona on August 22nd, 2021

-------------- Suppliers

Servicevision Zeferino Another Light Blacklight Grip Support Cinelab London Zafarrancho Location Support Quadis AAV LocLum Kaizen Modasa Lazaro Dynamic International Inextremis Elemento FX Animales a Rodar Frankachela Tasta’m Cinevent Geseme Blue Screen Freecov Travelface

------------ Special Thanks Momo M. Javier G. Javier R. Carlos T. Jacobo S. Oscar G. Antonio P. Carlos N. Javi Botella Marina M. Campomanes Sophie Williams Davey Ahern Cristina López Diana C. Milesi

------------ Shot in Barcelona on August 19th-22nd, 2021.

[wikiuntamed]

Top 5 @Wikipedia pages from a year ago: Wednesday, 30th November 2022

Welcome, mirë se vjen, bonvenon, chào mừng 🤗 What were the top pages visited on @Wikipedia (30th November 2022) 🏆🌟🔥?

1️⃣: 2022 FIFA World Cup "The 2022 FIFA World Cup was the 22nd FIFA World Cup, the world championship for national football teams organized by FIFA. It took place in Qatar from 20 November to 18 December 2022, after the country was awarded the hosting rights in 2010. It was the first World Cup to be held in the Arab world..."

2️⃣: Christine McVie "Christine Anne McVie (; née Perfect; 12 July 1943 – 30 November 2022) was an English musician and singer. She was the keyboardist and one of the vocalists and songwriters of Fleetwood Mac. McVie was a member of several bands, notably Chicken Shack, in the mid-1960s British Blues scene. She..."

Image licensed under CC BY 2.0? by Raph_PH

3️⃣: FIFA World Cup "The FIFA World Cup, often simply called the World Cup, is an international association football competition between the senior men's national teams of the members of the Fédération Internationale de Football Association (FIFA), the sport's global governing body. The tournament has been held every..."

Image licensed under CC BY 4.0? by Hossein Zohrevand

4️⃣: Jenna Ortega "Jenna Marie Ortega (born September 27, 2002) is an American actress. She began her career as a child actress, receiving recognition for her role as young Jane in The CW comedy-drama series Jane the Virgin (2014–2019). From 2016 to 2018, she had a leading role as Harley Diaz in the Disney Channel..."

Image licensed under CC BY 3.0? by StayTunedNBC:

5️⃣: Wednesday (TV series) "Wednesday is an American coming-of-age supernatural comedy horror television series based on the character Wednesday Addams by Charles Addams. Created by Alfred Gough and Miles Millar, it stars Jenna Ortega as the titular character, with Gwendoline Christie, Riki Lindhome, Jamie McShane, Hunter..."

[artwalktv]

Visual experience based on APHEX TWIN's song Avril 14th for the new Origins collection by Zara. FILM CREDITS Directed by Roger Guàrdia ----------- Produced by CANADA ----------- Executive Producer Víctor Mata Producer Marga Sardà Badia ----------- Director of Photography Ryan Marie Helfant Production Designer Oian Arteta Production Manager Yolanda Gata 1st AD Diego Núñez Stylist Marq Rise Make-up Artist Lucy Bridge Hair Artist Louis Ghewy Editor Carlos Font Clos Grading Marc Morató @ La Metropolitana Sound Design Jack Sedgwick @ Wave Studios Postproduction La Metropolitana ----------- Production Coordinator Marta Vega Production Assistant Aina Salarich Ecoshoot Coordinator Aurora Muñoz Postproduction Coordinator Sara Camacho Postproduction Supervisor Iván Iniesta @ La Metropolitana PAs/Drivers Pau Arévalo David Ceballos Guille Lavin Gerard Llopart Marc Massó Ramón Novellas Marcelo Pérez Oscar Pérez Aitor Rau Oriol Recasens Riky Serrano Ecoshoot PA David Medina PA Trainee Sara Martínez Set Manager Aiman Halabi Location Manager Iván Gómez Location Assistant Sergi Cabrera Location Scout Jaume Jordana Joel López Matías Saravia 2nd AD Dani Velázquez 3rd ADs Helena Lobato Albert Marcos Casting Lane Casting Special Effects Clemente Torres Animal Wrangler Gabriel Lozano ----------- Focus Puller Toni Rodríguez 2nd AC Eneko Abad Clapper Loader Mònica Mauri VTR Xavi García Steadycam Operator Sacha Naceri Camera B Operator Teo López Camera B Focus Puller Iván Buñuel Camera B 2nd AC Arkaitz Latorre Camera B VTR Kian Rahnema Scuba Cam Jose Manuel Herrero Scuba Cam Assistant Raúl Caso Gaffer Juan F. Román Sparks Raul Alimbau Alberto Álvarez Jordi Biosca Alex Carvajal Juan F. Flores Oscar Gallego Víctor Gasull Xavier González Patrik Herchl Víctor Moreno Joan Manel Pérez Jesús Manuel Prieto Santi Rodríguez Jordi Sánchez Key Grip Jordi Soms Grip Toni Espejo Scorpio Crane Jordi Galán Sound Technician Carles Prats Boom Operator Gabriel Hernan ----------- Assistants Art Director Cristina Cortizo Anna Llubera Props Buyer Eduard Arbona Art Assistants Julien Anderson Nata Jacob Jonathan Rodríguez Sergi Ruiz ----------- Styling Assistants Alexa Barrios Maria Combalia Iria Franch Nona Permanyer Bea Rivas Seamstresses Aloma Abeyà Blanca Oliva Mk’up Ass. to Ms Bridge Kyle Dominic Jana Reininger Hair Ass. to Mr Ghewy Eduardo Bravo Add. Talent Mk’up & Hair Oliva Marcos Add Talent Mk’up & Hair Ass. Cristina Casanovas Eli García Olalla Limeres Sandra Martín Vanessa Sánchez Laura Sans Manicurist Rosa Matilla ----------- Main Talent Takfarines Bengana Rogier Bosschaart Kwaku Broni Ottawa Kwami Chester McKee Babacar N’Doye Yura Nakano Sacha Quenby Mika Schneider Moustapha Sy Pianist Nacho Durà ---------- Orchestra Furius Music Orchestra Underwater Stunt Carlos Ribera @ Filmsport Background Extras JK Guzman ----------- Storyboard Roger Pibernat Credits Design Judit Musachs BTS Camera Operators Pol G. Sala Juanjo López BTS Photographer Dani Pujalte BTS & Assistant Editor Bernat Udina ----------- “Avril 14th - Orchestral Version”   Music: Aphex Twin ‘Avril 14th’, Courtesy of Warp Records   Music Production Hook and Line Inc.   Orchestral Arrangement Bryan Senti   Production Assistant Francesco Le Metre Music Mix Bill Mims @ Alpha Road Studios in Los Angeles, California   Studio recording by FILMharmonic Orchestra in Prague on August 31st, 2021 Conductor:  Adam Klemens Sound Engineer: Jan Holzner Assistant Sound Engineer: Michal Hradiský Orchestra Contractor and Recording Sessions Manager: Petr Pycha Live performance by Furius Music Orchestra in Barcelona on August 22nd, 2021 -------------- Suppliers Servicevision Zeferino Another Light Blacklight Grip Support Cinelab London Zafarrancho Location Support Quadis AAV LocLum Kaizen Modasa Lazaro Dynamic International Inextremis Elemento FX Animales a Rodar Frankachela Tasta’m Cinevent Geseme Blue Screen Freecov Travelface ------------ Special Thanks Momo M. Javier G. Javier R. Carlos T. Jacobo S. Oscar G. Antonio P. Carlos N. Javi Botella Marina M. Campomanes Sophie Williams Davey Ahern Cristina López Diana C. Milesi ------------ Shot in Barcelona on August 19th-22nd, 2021.

[viastro]

keeping up with seventeen | S1EP1

ミ★ synopsis: thirteen chaotic men given their own reality tv show? more normal than you'd think!

ミ★ word count: 2,100

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[[ The video begins with a shot of the blue skies, a bird flying past as the sound of something frying fills the background. The shot changes to Jeonghan standing in the kitchen, chin resting over Joshua’s shoulder as he watches the man cook them breakfast. ]]

JOSHUA INTERVIEW

“Yeah… Jeonghan can’t cook. Like at all.” 

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

[ A look of surprise is on Jeonghan’s face from what the director told him ] 

“Joshua said I can’t cook?” 

[ Jeonghan lets out a loud laugh before falling into a straight face, staring directly at the camera. He crosses his legs, folding his hands over his knees. ] 

[ The director feels a drop of sweat fall down their neck from the intimidating gaze. ]

“I’d like to see proof supporting Joshua’s bold statement.”

| video cuts to a flashback reel of Jeonghan in the kitchen |

[ Minghao steps out of his room to prepare his own dinner, only to pause when the scent of burning floods his nose. He quickly walks down the hallway and enters the kitchen, and his eyes widen at the sight before him. ]

[ The camera pans over to Jeonghan by the stove, reading the instructions on the army stew packaging with no care in the world. ]

minghao: [ cautiously steps into the kitchen ] Jeonghan… 

jeonghan: [ looks up towards Minghao, letting out a fond smile at the younger ] Minghao! I was just cooking dinner.

minghao: [ nods his head with a concerned smile on his face ] How has that been going? 

jeonghan: [ smiles brightly and gives Minghao a thumbs up, food packaging still in hand ] It’s been going great!

[ The cameraman slowly zooms into the black smoke emitting from the pot behind Jeonghan, capturing the moment the soup boils over the pot. ]

minghao: [ gasps loudly and rushes forward ] JEONGHAN! THE POT!

[ Jeonghan raises an eyebrow and turns around, only to scream at the sight and quickly grab the kitchen towel. ]

jeonghan: OW IT BURNS!

minghao: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TOUCH IT—

| fade out |

mingyu: [ chops a red pepper as he looks over towards the stove, seeing the vegetables that need to be stirred. He turns towards Jeonghan ] Jeonghan! Can you stir the veggies for me please? I need to finish cutting this.

jeonghan: [ nods ] Okey dokey.

a few minutes later

mingyu: [ frowns as he sniffs the air, halting his movements ] Jeonghan?

jeonghan: [ looks up from his phone as he stands by the stove ] yeah?

mingyu: did you stir the vegetables?

jeonghan: yeah, why?

[ Mingyu and Jeonghan both turn to look at the stove at the exact same time, only to scream in horror when they see the plastic spatula melting onto the pan. ]

[ the camera follows after Mingyu as he frantically lifts the pan off the stove, while Jeonghan runs off frame to open the windows due to the overwhelming smell of burnt plastic ]

| cuts back to jeonghan’s interview |

[ Jeonghan stares in silence as the flashback reel ends. He uncrosses his legs, and slowly nods his head, fixing a strand of hair. ]

“Okay... valid.”

[ The camera follows Jeonghan and Joshua as the two walk to the kitchen table with the food Joshua cooked, settling down in the chairs and preparing to eat. ] 

jeonghan: [ eyes widen in joy from the food in his mouth, looking up towards the camera ] wow, this food I made is so good.

joshua: [ squints at him, reaching out and nudging the latter, causing Jeonghan to let out a laugh ] who made the food?

jeonghan: well, if we look at it this way. [ lifts up his two hands for emphasis, causing Joshua to raise an eyebrow ]

jeonghan: I woke you up, right? 

[ Joshua nods his head slowly, wondering where Jeonghan could possibly be going with this. ]

jeonghan: So since I woke you up, you decided to go make breakfast. Which in turn, was because of me. Therefore, I made breakfast.

[ The camera slowly zooms into Joshua’s flabbergasted smile, catching the twitch to Joshua’s eye as his lips press into a thin line. ]

joshua: mhm.

JOSHUA INTERVIEW

“I hate it here.” 

vernon: [ walks into the kitchen, and steals a bite of Joshua’s fried rice ] mmm, yummy. 

jeonghan: [ beaming ] you like it? I made it!

vernon: [ immediately spits it out into the garbage ] 

[ Joshua bursts into laughter as Jeonghan just squints at the younger, watching as Vernon quickly walks over to the fridge to pour himself a glass of water. ]

jeonghan: why’d you spit it out ??

vernon: [ turns to glance at Jeonghan as he chugs down a glass of water ] cause everything you cook is like a really old road kill that was cooked only to be run over again. AKA, poison. 

joshua: [ laughs, shaking his head as he takes a bite of bacon ] it’s okay, Vernon. I made the food, you can take the leftovers in the pan.

[ Vernon smiles brightly, thanking Joshua before preparing himself a plate. The camera follows after him as he leaves the kitchen with a plate of fried rice, only to stop and zoom into Jeonghan’s face, which is currently sporting a frown. ]

joshua: [ glances at Jeonghan, letting out a chuckle at the sight of his pout ] You know, you could take cooking classes if you actually want to learn. I heard that one restaurant down the street is offering them before opening hours. 

jeonghan: [ scoffs ] Why would I take cooking classes when we have Kim Mingyu? 

mingyu: [ yells from his room ] No!

jeonghan: I meant Wen Junhui.

[ Jeonghan and Joshua glance down at the table when Jeonghan’s cell phone lights up. He lifts up his phone to look at the notification, only to let out a sigh when he sees the text. ]

junhui: no, jeonghan.

jeonghan: [ turns off his phone and places it face down onto the table ] Can’t stand that puta anyways. 

[ Joshua snickers behind his hand, simply taking another bite of fried rice as he scrolls through his phone. The camera zooms in on the pout to Jeonghan’s lips as he stares at the food, deep in thought. ]

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

“Pfftt, me? Signing up for cooking classes and paying for them? No way. I have one thing other than beauty,” 

[ Jeonghan runs a hand through his long blonde hair, before staring directly into the camera with a determined expression. ]

“And that’s pride.”

[[ transition music plays as the video begins with the sight of the Seoul skyline during the morning, an insert shot of a sped up clip of the cars driving past the bridge being placed. It cuts to a shot of a small restaurant named do re mi, zooming into Jeonghan wearing a baseball cap and a mask as he looks around frantically before sneaking inside. ]]

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

“Okay, so what if I wanted to take cooking classes! I’m sick,” 

[ Raises his arms up for emphasis ]

“SICK of being told I’m not a good cook! And since… Mingyu and Jun… didn’t wanna teach me, this was my best bet. I’m going to surprise all the guys with my cooking skills by the end of this cooking class!”

[ The camera zooms in on Jeonghan standing at a table, an apron over his body as he takes a break from chopping vegetables, now looking around at his surroundings. ]

jeonghan: [ internally ] i’m surrounded by children.

[ The camera cuts to different angles of the room, showing that Jeonghan is, indeed, surrounded by children who are playing with their dough and screaming with their parents. ]

child: [ walks over to Jeonghan’s table and peers over it, staring directly at the pizza dough Jeonghan made ] sir?

jeonghan: [ glances up from the chopping table, smiling at the curious child that’s staring at his rising dough ] yes?

child: [ points at the dough ] why your dough look like that?

jeonghan: [ chuckles as he glances over towards his creation, smiling proudly ] like what?

child: like an underbaked potato that got stepped on until it was just a sad piece of mush.

[ the camera zooms into Jeonghan’s face as the man simply blinks at the child, not uttering a word. ]

JEONGHAN INTERVIEW

“You know, I like children. I really do.”

[ rests his hands on the arms of the chair, now looking serious. ]

“But these hands are rated E for Everyone.”

[[ The video cuts to a shot of Joshua and Mingyu playing games on the TV in their living room, laughing as they try to sabotage the other. Their attention is grabbed when the front door suddenly opens. ]]

joshua: [ smiles at Jeonghan as he steps into the house, only to frown when he catches sight of all the flour on Jeonghan’s face and hair. ] Jeonghan?! What happened to you?

[ The camera follows after Mingyu and Joshua as they walk over to Jeonghan, who is currently staring at the floor. ]

mingyu: Jeonghan?

jeonghan: Well, I did end up going to the cooking class that Joshua told me about.

[ Joshua and Mingyu exchange a look, before turning to Jeonghan and urging him to go on. ]

jeonghan: and then I got into a little... tussle.

joshua: A tussle?!

jeonghan: a little one!

| video cuts to a flashback |

jeonghan: This dough is like my child, therefore you just insulted my kid. You don’t see me asking your mother why she didn’t swallow your ass!

child: [ tilts their head to the side ] swallow my ass?

[ The camera zooms out as the child’s mother walks into frame, looking furious after overhearing what Jeonghan said and her child saying a curse word. ] 

child’s mother: [ grasps her child and hides his face in her stomach, shooting a death glare towards Jeonghan ] What the hell is wrong with you? 

jeonghan: I was protecting my child. [ reaches for bowl of pizza dough and hugging it to his chest ] 

child’s mother: You’re delusional! Why are you even at a cooking class that’s meant for children?

jeonghan: [ lets out a sigh ] you should be more worried about the fact that your pizza looks ugly than asking me about why I’m improving my life skills.

[ The audible sound of the cameraman’s gasp is heard when the mother grabs a handful of flour and throws it at Jeonghan’s face. The camera zooms in on Jeonghan, catching the smallest of smirks on his face as he wipes away some of the flour. ]

jeonghan: [ tilts his head as he opens his eyes, letting out a dark chuckle as he glances at the woman ] You just triggered a war.

| end of flashback |

[ Joshua and Mingyu just stare at Jeonghan with concerned expressions on their faces while the latter grins at them like he didn’t just get banned from do re mi. ]

jeonghan: [ startled ] Oh! Before I got kicked out though, the chef let me finish making my pizza so you guys should try it.

joshua: [ glances at Mingyu ] is that a good idea?

mingyu: probably not.

jeonghan: [ eyes turn to slits as he stares at the two, holding out the box that contains his food ] try my pizza if you want to live another day.

joshua: [ laughs nervously as he takes the box from Jeonghan’s hand and opens it up, only for his eyes to immediately water from the smell ] O-Oh wow.

mingyu: [ internally ] i’m going to die today.

jeonghan: [ now smiling ] looks good huh? Try it! I wanna see your guys’ reactions.

[ Joshua and Mingyu share another worried glance before they each take a slice of pizza. The camera zooms in on the two of them as they give Jeonghan a nervous smile before taking a bite. ]

[ Jeonghan watches expectantly, hope reflected on his features as he waits. Joshua’s face brightens in surprise, along with Mingyu’s as they continue to chew. They both look at Jeonghan and nod their heads, making the latter smile widely. ]

jeonghan: is it good? 

mingyu: it’s surprisingly good!

joshua: [ nods his head in agreement ] I like it a lot!

jeonghan: [ lets out a breath of relief as he claps his hands ] Yay! Finally, I cooked good food. I need to go take a shower though, I’m pretty sure this flour is clogging my pores. 

joshua: [ nods his head, gesturing towards the bathroom ] Go shower.

jeonghan: [ smiling ] Okay, you guys can finish the pizza by the way! I can make more later since you both like it so much.

[ Mingyu and Joshua nod their heads as they watch Jeonghan head down the hall, a trail of flour following after him. It’s only when they hear the bathroom door close and the shower come to life that they immediately gag, running to the garbage can and the sink to spit out the vile pizza. ]

JOSHUA INTERVIEW

“So essentially. The lesson of this episode is to just, not let Jeonghan cook.”

“Ever.”

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BAEK SERIKA “RIKI”

age: 05 liner company: liberty records position: diadem’s main vocal/lead dancer/visual traits: (+) kind, quick learner, observant (-) naive, over-emotional, whine-y played by: carrie

riki was born kitagawa serika in kobe japan, to a ghostwriter-- her mother. she never knew her father, and to be frank, she barely knew her mother either. she was five years old when her mother got very sick and was hospitalized, and six when her mom passed away. 

she doesn’t remember much from around that time, but she remembers meeting jinkyung. she remembers whispered conversations in a language she didn’t know. she remembers playing with jinkyung’s kids-- goeun specifically-- but being confused as to why her mother wasn’t there too. and then, out of the blue, she remembers moving to south korea.

from what she’s pieced together since, serika think that her mother used to ghostwrite for majesty back in the day and was friends with jinkyung. and when her mom fell ill, jinkyung came in and adopted her. and she wishes she knew more, but she’s been too nervous to ask. not because she doesn’t think jinkyung will tell her, but because she’s kind of scared of the answer. she’s fairly fragile as it is, and serika isn’t sure if it’s something she wants to know.

she’s lived with her new family ever since, and has been well taken care of. she loves her parents and her siblings, and has never once felt alienated. once she was old enough for social media, though, and read comments about how she was only adopted for ratings, it really fucked with her. she doesn’t think it’s true, but how can she be sure? and that too-- she really doesn’t want to ask. what if the answer is something hard for her to hear?

serika never really had any intention of being an idol, but when she was thirteen, she was scouted directly from liberty, who got in contact with the reality show producers-- something about an international group and wanting a japanese member. and serika said yes. she’s still not sure if she thinks being an idol is for her, but it’s familiar. it’s what all her siblings are doing. and if she needs advice, she can always ask her mom. or well.... maybe. she might not ask. she might not like the answer.