#iwsiil

[highqueenofelfhame]

An: I’ll add tags later, i just wanted to get this posted because I’m like pretty happy with it, it’s alright. So i hope you guys enjoy! I’ll also attach links and stuff later, I’m posting this from my iPad and i just am too lazy for the tagging process. Me wants to sleep. This is part of the Disney au! Shoutout to @tangledraysofsunshine and @punkassbookjockey26 for the help on this one! This is mostly fluff (i know, how wild) but don’t worry i’m working on some angst for you soon. Fafs update soon too! I’ve already started on it and I’m going to keep working on it as the week goes. Thankfully it’s an easy chapter for me to write bc i have plenty of OG stuff to pull from. Okay, anyway! Enjoy!!

With every second that ticked by, it was getting harder and harder not to rummage through his belongings like she lived there. Even worse was that Rowan was sneaking glances at her with a smirk on his lips like he knew she wanted to. It made her scowl, a frown line appearing between her eyebrows as she glared into his back.

“I’m making you dinner, and you’re still finding a reason to be unhappy with me?” He asked her, putting down the spatula and turning to lean against his counter. The man looked criminally good in an ivory cable-knit sweater and dark jeans, an outfit combination that Aelin had never seen him in before. Thinking back on it, she was positive that when he wasn’t in a costume at work, she had only ever seen him in jeans and a t-shirt. There was also the single flannel he’d worn on Halloween, but all of that was simply incomparable to how he looked now.

“You said dinner would be ready ages ago.”

“I said it would be ready in half an hour when you got here, which was twenty minutes ago. I still have ten minutes before you get to hound me about lying.”

“Maybe if you’d prepared an appetizer…” she teased, hoping with every cell in her body that he knew she was kidding. When Rowan had said he wanted to cook her dinner, she’d been floored. The only meal that she could successfully make was breakfast, and the options were limited. Additionally, she couldn’t remember the last time a romantic interest had cooked for her at all. Probably Sam several years earlier, and it had been so bad they’d relented and settled on drive-thru burgers instead.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed at her, and she knew she’d missed the mark with her joke. The date had been going well so far; not much could have been ruined. He’d kissed her hello once, or four times, then told her to make herself at home. Rowan even had a beautiful arrangement of kingsflame at the table in the dining area. Their banter had ensued as it always did, casual teasing comments. Until she went too far. Obviously.

He turned his back, and Aelin tensed, moving across the kitchen to get to him. Just before she touched him, he turned back around, eyes widening almost comically when his elbow nearly hit her temple. Without her boots, her footsteps had been near-silent on his hardwood floors.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, fingers brushing her temple where his sweater had grazed her face. “Hi.”

“Hi.” With their dinner sizzling in the background, she was sure that he could hardly hear the soft whisper of her voice. That didn’t seem to matter because Rowan leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, short and sweet and leaving her wanting more. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Rowan’s brows knit together, green eyes tracing over every feature of her face before settling to meet her gaze.

“Being… me? Teasing? I don’t know. This is a date, and you’re so nice to be making dinner, and I shouldn’t be--”

“Aelin,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t busting my balls for something. I don’t think we would be us.” At the mention of them as an item, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to ward off the embarrassingly large grin that was threatening to take over her face.

“That doesn’t mean I can be rude,” she grumbled, earning another smile from the man in front of her.

“You aren’t.” Rowan turned away from her for a brief moment. When he faced her again he held half of a cookie in his hand. “You just get hangry.”

She stared at the small offering in his hand before accepting it with a smile. Not only was he making her dinner, but it seemed he had also baked her double chocolate chip cookies. It made her heart squeeze in an almost painful way, but she took the cookie and nibbled on the corner. Whatever recipe he had used was perfect. It only made the rumbling in her belly worse, but she was determined to finish it without chocolate smeared all over her mouth.

“I’m almost done with dinner. Go snoop. I know you’re dying to.” Aelin wrinkled her nose, and Rowan was quick to kiss the tip of it, despite her failed attempt to swerve. Not that she wanted him to miss, really. Aelin wanted to beg him to kiss her until she was physically sick and couldn’t stand to feel his mouth on her body ever again.

The apartment was simple. It had one bedroom and an open living and kitchen area. Rowan had a small table that could seat four between the two rooms. It was sparsely decorated but had a few personal touches here and there that provided a glimpse into Rowan’s life. She walked around the living room, noting the pile of books stacked neatly next to the TV contained some of her favorites. She hadn’t pegged Rowan as an avid reader, but she realized that despite working with the man for the past two years, there was still so much she didn’t know about him.

And she realized, more than anything, that she wanted to know everything.

Furthermore, she’d been right about the books stacked on the coffee table. They were travel books, some of them with tabs and post-it notes sticking out of the sides. With a sly glance to the kitchen, she perched on the edge of the couch and pulled the biggest of them with the most annotations toward her, flipping through the pages to see what all he had bookmarked.

One of the first pages was a map marking all the parks and their major attractions. It seemed Rowan had a key for himself, little stars, triangles and squares marking various locations.

“The stars are my favorite places I’ve been,” Rowan said, pulling her gaze from pages of mountains and canyons and over to his green eyes.

“Is this what you do when you aren’t working?” Aelin closed the books and restacked them neatly on the table. Rowan was carrying two plates of stir-fry over to the table. In a few steps she joined him, sliding into the seat beside his.

“When I can, yes.” She was so hungry that she merely nodded, taking a too-large bite of food and meaning at the taste. Rowan’s eyebrow quirked while he took a bite of his own, and to avoid speaking with a mouthful she gave him a thumbs up.

“So good,” she reiterated after she swallowed, clearing her throat.

“I’m glad you like it. I was worried you wouldn’t.”

“It’s food. I like food. And you baked cookies,” Aelin reminded him, popping another bite in her mouth. The tickle she seemed to be developing in her throat worsened, forcing her to clear her throat again after she swallowed. Actually, the tickle was becoming an insatiable itch that she tried to chase away with water. She had no luck. “Is your um— is your throat itchy?”

“No…?” Aelin tugged on the collar of her shirt, nodding her head instead of responding. Rowan leaned over to brush his fingers along her cheek, worry settling in the wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Are you allergic to anything?”

“Gods, my mouth is itchy,” she mumbled, mostly to herself, while she downed the rest of her water so quickly a drop slipped down the side of her chin.

“Aelin. What are you allergic to?”

“I’m not allergic to anything,” she insisted, despite the way her tongue felt undeniably too big for her mouth. Rowan had already left the table, though, disappearing through a door off the living room and coming back with a small white bottle. His phone was also now in his hand and the numbers his thumb was pressing looked a lot like 9-1-1 from her vantage point.

“Take these,” he said softly, holding two pills to her lips that she opened her mouth for and downed with Rowan’s full glass of water.

“That’s dramatic.” She nodded at his phone. “I can breathe fine. My mouth is just itchy. And my tongue is a little too big.” To prove a point, she stuck her tongue out. Rowan’s eyes were saucers and he was ready to hit the call button.

“Your tongue is twice the size it usually is!”

“Did you do this on purpose? Is this getting me back for the syrup?” Aelin was kidding. Half-kidding, maybe, but kidding all the same. When she spoke, drool dribbled down her chin that she wiped at with the collar of her shirt. The whimper that sounded in the back of her throat wasn’t voluntary. It was their first date and she managed to drool on herself in front of him. Aelin Galathynius was the epitome of cool.

“This is not getting you back for the syrup.” Rowan’s voice was sharp, if still soft around the edges while he watched her carefully. His thumb was still dancing over the call button, but Aelin refused to be carted out of his apartment on a stretcher. She took his phone, locked it, and held it hostage in her lap while he fussed and mumbled about how big her tongue was. “What are you allergic to?”

“I didn’t know I was allergic to anything,” she swore again, grabbing his water for another long drink.

It went on like this for several minutes: Rowan listing the ingredients for the stir-fry that she may not have had before, or maybe she’d not had it in such a long time she forgot she had a mild allergy to it. MSG, soy, celery, sesame, carrots, on and on. He ran through everything twice before Aelin asked him to please stop, she had no idea and listing them over and over wasn’t going to spark a memory or knowledge she didn’t have.

The signature frown he wore most of the time was all the more prominent the droopier her eyes got; the effects of Benadryl were hitting her harder than she cared to admit, but her throat wasn’t as itchy and her tongue was feeling closer to normal. Rowan held both of her hands and guided her to his bedroom. Aelin wanted to make a joke about how this wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but she was too sleepy to find the words.

Rowan undressed her, pulling her jeans off before guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. The duvet was softer, fluffier than she’d anticipated him to sleep on, and she wanted to burrow down into it as he replaced her shirt with one of his own. When he pulled back the blanket, she crawled under and didn’t settle until he laid down with her. His sweater was soft beneath her cheek and she felt like she was cuddling with him on a cloud. Gods, his bed was so comfortable she wanted to sleep in it forever.

“I’m sorry for ruining our date,” she mumbled, tilting her head back to look at him beneath heavy lashes and heavier lids.

“I’m sorry for accidentally almost killing you.” Despite the way his lips were turned down, there was amusement hidden in his words. Aelin smiled and tilted her head back enough for him to take the hint: she wanted to be kissed. A half smile spread across his lips and he kissed her gently, fingers brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

“This isn’t how I imagined our date ending,” she grumbled, ducking her face down into his sweater. Rowan chuckled and Aelin knew that it wasn’t what he had in mind, either. “I thought I would end up in your bed but not to sleep. I mean, maybe after you fucked me senseless, but I didn’t think we would be skipping that part altogether.”

“I didn’t think I would make something that had flare up an obscure allergy you didn’t know you had, either. So I guess we’re both surprised.” Aelin snorted, sitting up enough to tug on the side of his sweater. Rowan took the hint, sitting up to pull the sweater and his shirt over his head. While in the process of undressing, he stood and pulled his jeans off, too, tossing them over the back of a desk chair in the corner of the room. Aelin swallowed, eyes dipping over the expanse of golden skin he’d exposed.

Her eyes caught on a scar on his lower abdomen, zeroed-in on the trail of hair that disappeared into his briefs. It dawned on her then that she hadn’t seen him completely naked. At work, they saw each other in various stages of undress while changing costumes, but the only time they’d had sex had been a quickie in Lorcan’s bathroom. They’d both been mostly clothed for that. She was making it a goal to see him entirely naked in the next twenty-four hours, because he looked so good like this it was unfair.

“Maybe I’ll feel better when I wake up,” she said, breathlessly. Rowan grinned, a dimple appearing in his cheek that she didn’t see often enough.

“I’m counting on it.”

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Mark Lee Moodboard. He’s merely a tired concerned brother who TOTALLY isn’t super gay for Donghyuck

[i-lovethatforme]

For you, nonny. Pretend Peter has the spidey socks Machi likes to draw if this picture was longer tysm xxxxx

Hello. How are you? I was just reading the Crazy Stupid Love AU and I can't see the stand up scene? Has there been a second chapter I've missed? Or it could be the scene against the wall but I assumed it would be different (the suit mainly). 💌

Hi! I'm well, thank you! The stand-up smut is in an upcoming chapter of i won't say i'm in love, so you haven't missed it 😉

Maybe @i-lovethatforme would be so kind as to share a snippet with the class...

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Why I Won't Say I'm In Love is a Jeremy song: the essay, as requested by one (1) person

Hope you're happy @peanut-butter-and-theatre /lh

In the past I've seen cosplay vids of Michael singing IWSIIL about - you guessed it - Jeremy. But when you look at Meg's backstory in mythology, which is touched on briefly in the movie, Meg's lover before Herc died and she sold her soul to Hades to bring him back. Shortly after he came back, he left her for another woman. With her heart thoroughly shattered, she completely abandons her love of romance and denies any feelings she has for Hercules in an almost three minute song and sings about how shes not going to put herself through that again.

Hmm, where have we heard this before?

Jeremy Heere, a hopeless romantic desperate to get his crush to notice him, sells his free will to a megalomaniacal supercomputer that promises to give him everything he wants and more. When this all starts to blow up in his face (through some fault of his own), he gets rejected by Christine on Halloween and, though she agrees to go to lunch with him at the end of the show, depending on which version you're going off of (I'm going off of two river), it's left open ended as to whether he Gets The Girl or not.

But. For the purposes of IWSIIL, let's say things fall through between them in some form or another.

Without even making some headcanon as to how much of a romantic Jeremy really is or how many unrequited crushes he's had, he clearly has anxiety. And if you go through a Metric Shitload of trouble for a crush only for it all to end up meaning nothing, that's gonna deter you from ever trying again. Ffs Meg brought her boyfriend back from the dead and he just ran off with another chick. It was ancient Greece so everyone was slutty as fuck but the point stands, Meg was rightfully devastated.

ANYWAY if Jeremy starts to realize he's crushing on - oh ya know for the sake of example - Michael, he's gonna slam on the breaks SO FUCKING HARD and say "nope. I'm not doing this shit again. There's too much that can go wrong, too much to lose."

And,, you can make the argument that Michael would have those same thoughts and the song still works for him, but we don't have the same canon knowledge of his experience in relationships. We don't Know if he's had any relationships fall through. We don't even know if he's dated anyone.

The one way I could see you finagle it to make it work would be to say that he's trying not to fall for jer all over again because he's cautious abt messing with their friendship after everything with the squip is all said and done. But simply looking at the history of who IWSIIL was originally written for and seeing how Jeremy's story unfolded, the parallels between Meg and Jeremy fit SO much better.

And just because I'm extra and it's 11pm and I have work tomorrow, heeres some more lyrical comparison yOURE WELCOME.

"If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that"

Jeremy's full willingness to trust the squip being horribly and embarrassingly wrong in hindsight, leading him to spiral into wishing he'd known better at the time.

"No[body's] worth the aggravation. That's ancient history. Been there, fuck done that"

He doesn't even want to try to date anyone again because things went so Balls To The Wall Batshit that he doesn't wanna risk going through so much trouble just to get his heart broken again.

(Insert the squad as the muses with the "who you think you're kidding? He's the earth and heaven to you, try to keep it hidden. Honey we can see right through you. [Jer] you can't conceal it. We know how you feel and who you're thinking of" and "you swoon, you sigh, why deny it" because the trope of the squad knowing how gay Michael and Jeremy are for each other while they're both neck deep in denial is Too Good)

"It's too cliche, I won't say I'm in love"

Pretty self explanatory. How cliche is friends to lovers??

"I thought my heart had learned its lesson, it feels so good when you start out. My head is screaming 'get a grip, [Jer,] unless you're dying to cry your heart out"

Jeremy would think that after royally screwing up trying to get Christine, he wouldn't be so quick to fall for someone again but lol heere he is, and he's trying so hard to not let his emotions get the better of him when he thinks things can only ever end badly for him.

("You can't deny it, who you are and how you're feeling. [Jeremy], we're not buying. Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown-up, when ya gonna own up that you got got got it bad" and "give up or give in, check the grin, you're in love" and "YOURE DOIN FLIPS. READ OUR LIPS. YOURE IN LOVE")

And all. Of Jeremy's. Doubling down.

"No chance. No way. I won't say it. No no"

"This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love"

"You're way off base, I won't say it"

"Get off my case, I won't say it"

He's trying so hard to deny it. So hard to make the feelings go away because he doesn't wanna put himself through that pain again. Until of course...

"At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love"

He knows his feelings. He knows how much Michael means to him. And just because he doesn't think he can ever admit that to Michael doesn't mean that he can't admit it to himself.

So yeah thank you for coming to my tedtalk go watch the tiktoks I made of Jeremy singing I Won't Say I'm In Love

[soshinee]

being in 2 shows on broadway as a kid is impressive yes but unless you’re actively maintaining that skill set i don’t think it’s something you can just turn on for a single role 10 years later. she did that iwsiil cover for disney singalong or whatever which was cute. but again this is megara in alan menken’s hercules. she could play ariel in his little mermaid or maybe audrey in his little shop of horrors. but this is not the role for her

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ARI STANS ARE RLLY TRYING TO GET HER TO PLAY MEGARA IN A HERCULES LIVE ACTION. I HAVE TO FUCKING S C R E A M. NOT ON MY WATCH! NOT ON MY FUCKING WATCH!!!!!

[sailorzelda94]

Anything from Hercules, Mulan, and Beauty and the Beast I can do flawlessly but I Won't Say I'm in Love would be my top pick.

if someone offered you a million dollars to sing a disney song without messing up, what song would you pick?

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Lockdown log. Day twenty seven.

So I got up at a normal time today; showered and dressed etc by 9!; and read a book for a while. Then I watched the Disney Family Singalong on Disney + I loved it

Highlights:

Ariana Grande's hercules; IWSIIL

My girl @auliicravalho !!

Tori Kelly colours of the wind

HSM REUNION!!!

Darren Criss' Mickey cardigan

Loved it, so glad they made it available for all of us to watch! So after a lunch of all my fave antipasto bits David went back to work and I watched the Princess Protection Programme. Aaah young Selena Gomez and baby @demilovato forgot how much I liked that film. We did a short walk today as we cba then had curry for dinner which had been in the slow cooker since lunchtime so was flavourful and the chicken nice and tender. Then we watched the Crazy Ex Girlfriend concert on netflix, I've seen it before but wanted to show David as he appreciates the genius that is Rachel Bloom. I seriously love CEG, think it's my fave show ever, I would watch it over and over again! For anyone that hasn't seen it, treat yourself to some Rachel Bloom this quarantine, she will brighten your day!

lovelovelove

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Do you guys want me to answer asks? If so ask away

Please I have nothing to do this summer :/

[i-lovethatforme]

Okay so I do this thing where if there's a fanfic that I know I'm gonna love, I'll wait for the fic to be completed before I read it so I don't have to wait for updates. But your fic 'I won't say I'm in love' was too tempting and I caved and read all 3 chapter's (which were so good!) and was left on a huge cliffhanger...so I know you just updated the other day but any idea when it will be finished?? Because I'm seriously hooked.

Eeeeee ilu!!!! the way we are the same! I try to only read WIPs for people I talk to regularly so I can be all “hahah yeah hey, next fucking chapter WHEN”

So I've started writing it and am planning on finishing this weekend (adjacent) but @justmattycakes is betaing for me and we both have silkweek soon! So a couple of weeks?

A snip to tide you over 

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Soft! Queer! Chenle Moodboard. Hoe for pink aesthetic and Jisung Won’t admit it but he loves fanboying over Idol Taeyong and Dancer Ten can make anyone UwU

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Idol! Taeyong Moodboard. Solo idol in my AU. Just released album “Veil” Dating his choreographer Ten. Stressed bisexual,,, pls let him take a nap.

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Taeil Moodboard. He’s an old bisexual soul who is the mom friend (tm). Super in love with their S/O Johnny

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Pansexual! Jisung Moodboard. Poor boy is just tryin his best Oof

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Bisexual! Jeno Moodboard. Spends his time listening to exo and making heart eyes at Renjun. Walking eyesmiles

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NOn-Binary Johnny Moodboard! He/Him/They/Them. OUR FAVORITE WANNA BE PUNK WHOMST IS ACTUALL SO SOFT ESPECIALLY FOR BF TAEIL