#i’m a perfectionist so this is gonna either take long or get done quickly based on how i’ll be able to find what i have in mind—

[kelin-is-writing]

Wanna try change my Navi’s layout (is this how you call it?) and then make a masterlist for everything I’ve wrote until now, but like— will I be able to come up with something good and pretty like what I have in mind? 😂

[blissfulparker]

Sweet creature→T.Holland

Parings: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: staying up late just so Tom can practice his guitar, leads to a sweet lullaby and he hopes one day your voice to go along

Warnings: fluff, only fluff

A/n: literally based off of Toms most recent story where he plays the guitar. Very short one shot type thing so I hope you guys enjoy!!

Warm tea tickled at your fingertips. It was late, much later than you thought, you had stayed up to finish your book while your boyfriend took a spot in the study to practice his guitar. Something he swore that he would get better at this year.

With a new movie, new press, new projects, the poor boy never had time to pick up any new hobby. When he told himself he was taking a break he nearly exploded as he delved into all new things with you. The baking, cooking, arts, sports, everything but the one thing he wanted was to make his own sounds of music and that’s exactly what he did.

“It’s beautiful.” You say. He doesn’t jump, As if he knew you were watching him all this time. He always loved to put on shows, even when the cameras weren’t watching.

“It’s beautiful.” You say. He doesn’t jump, As if he knew you were watching him all this time. He always loved to put on shows, even when the cameras weren’t watching.

“It’s uneven.” He doesn’t turn his head to look at you but he hears your footsteps, walking up behind him you sit on the spot of the couch next to him. Letting your fingers fall to his shoulders, rubbing gently at the tense muscles that had been hunched over all night.

“What does that even mean?” Resting your chin on his shoulder, he takes off the tuner and looks over at you. Tom, your oh so messy boyfriend, was a perfectionist. The man who often couldn’t bother to pick up his own tea cups to put in the dishwasher or god forbid he cleans the bathroom once in awhile, was quite the perfectionist when it came to his work.

“I’m speeding up, I don’t know why but I am. It throws off the whole song.” He marks something on the music sheet, scribbling down his mistake before finally turning his head to look at you.

He swallows hard, hating himself for hiding himself in the study all night as you looked like an Angel in bed. How he wanted to see you more when he was on his breaks, cherish how you felt and how you looked in real life instead of on his phone screen that was quickly shoved into his pocket after speaking.

“Well...you did Pursue a career in acting, not music.” You tease but his face only turns into a small pout. “Hey, hey, I’m kidding. It sounds beautiful. Seriously, Tom, I’m so lucky to be with someone this talented.” You kiss his cheek, you can see him blush a bit under your kiss as he loves nothing more than to hear your words to reassure him.

Your fingers only gently scratch at his shoulders as he studies the music sheet for a little longer, trying to memorize each note and each change.

“You should go to sleep, it's late.” He doesn't exactly like you staying up for him, he hates when you're grumpy in the morning due to him, taking extra coffee and moving a bit slower all because you wanted to look at him a bit longer.

“It has been late for awhile,” you kiss the bare shoulder. “You should come to bed too.” you try to convince and he sighs. Looking back at you with sleepy but determined eyes.

“One more song.” He pleads like a child begging his mom to let him stay up for one more episode. You lay back on the couch, knowing if you leave he will be here for the rest of the night and the bed was already too cold without him for so long.

“Fine.” You close your eyes to listen to the music. He starts to tune it back up, strumming at the strings before abruptly stopping.

“Have any requests?” He looks over at you, who has your hands resting on your stomach and your eyes closed. Your one eye peeps open to look at him staring, You have a sly smirk on your face before closing your eyes again.

“Sweet creature, the one by Harry Styles.” You get comfortable against the couch. He waits until you are completely content before he starts to strum the soft tune, trying to figure it out a bit before he fully plays.

“You gonna sing for me tonight?” He has a smirk, he knows you can but you don’t. He hasn't heard you sing in over two years, he only caught you once in the kitchen when he surprised you with an early home arrival. Ever since then he's been begging but you have yet to do it.

“Not tonight, loverboy.” you teased and he shook his head before strumming the soft tune.

He was focused, you were silent. Laying on the couch listening to the music he played. Your body slipped into a peace. Falling deeper and deeper with each note.

Before the song was even done he stopped, catching his mistake as he sighed ready to tell you where he went wrong but when he looked over he saw that you were fast asleep, curled up with the throw pillow and gently breathing as you.

“I can't seem to-oh, goodnight darling.” he sets the guitar flat on his lap as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

Setting the guitar down for good for the night, clearing up the space before coming over to pick you up. Bringing you down the hall to the bedroom, bed already messy from when you tried to get comfortable in the beginning of the night but missed him too much. Sometimes he knew how little you slept without him as he could barely sleep without you either. He knew no book, no tea, to relaxing music or not meditation would ever help you fall if you knew he wasn't far.

As you fell into the bed, cuddling up with the sheets that wrap around your body, you wait for tom to crawl into bed before you mumble,

“Hey Tom?” your voice barely audible as he looks to see you ever so still.

“Yes darling?” he hums back, you only shift your body away from him before you say,

“It sounds really good, you are really good.” was the last words you spoke before a careful sigh fell from your lips.

“Next time,” he doesn't know if you are still awake but he only speaks into the darkness in hope for an answer in the future. “Next time, you’ll sing for me?” He has hope in his voice.

It was completely silent, he shifted himself to get comfortable in the bed as he knew you were most likely actually asleep.

When everything goes completely still a smile comes to your face. Your lips curl into a weak smile but you know Tom is still awake.

“Next time.” was all you spoke.

Tom's eyes open and he turns to look at you but once again you are fast asleep as if no words were shared between you. As if you were asleep all this time.

The boy who played guitar and the one who secretly sang, he couldn't wait for his own private concert with you in the study room. You, his untuned guitar, and the sweet bliss all of it brought.

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[electricbluebutterflies]

i’d like it if you stayed

They're always okay, in the end.

Or, the world needs more Eudora x Diego fluff so here we are. Canon-divergent (the Bad Thing is averted), PG-ish, and also on ao3. Title and some inspo from “400 Lux” by Lorde.

See, the thing is, Eudora always thought she'd settle down with someone nice. And in the end that's what happens, but not at all how she expects.

She's twenty-two and clawing her way through the police academy, such a perfectionist because a woman who looks like she does damn well has to be, and she doesn't have time or energy for so much as a crush. Especially not on a classmate. Especially not on that classmate, who shows back up after winter break with a hell of a scar on his head that he refuses to explain to anybody.

A week after that, he gets kicked out for being too stubborn. Against her better judgment, Eudora decides she cares.

She doesn't really have time for friends either, but she's slowly going stir-crazy and she's not sure how she's going to make it through the rest of the program without some kind of human connection, and she sees something in there that makes her think he needs that too. Diego, who probably got red-flagged as soon as their instructors noticed the utter terror on his face whenever his last name was mentioned, who got kicked out for being too much of a person. It doesn't take much for her to find his address, and she's not sure how well he'll take a casual acquaintance randomly showing up at his apartment but only one way to find out.

She's not sure what she expects when she knocks on the door. She's surprised enough when it opens. Even more so when she sees him smile for the first time.

"W-what are you doing here?" he asks, bracing himself against the doorframe like he's not sure what's about to go wrong.

Yeah. She should've thought about this better. She should've called, but she didn't so time to improvise.

"Wanted to make sure you were alright after what happened last week."

They're not friends. They've had exactly three totally voluntary conversations and two of those were very focused on what they were learning in their class that week. And Eudora has learned to have no expectations when dealing with people she finds attractive (and she can admit that, at least). But she's curious and lonely and that's a bad mix, and-

He steps back, opens the door further, motions for her to come in.

"It's not much but… thank you. For being here."

"I'm kinda surprised you didn't freak out on me," she laughs. He's easy to talk to, she decides. She likes that.

"You were nice when stuff came up," he shrugs. "You didn't make your judgments based on things that aren't me."

She rolls her eyes. She heard all the commentary when all of that came out into the open - former teenage superhero gone muggle is apparently fair game for the idiot gorillas that make up the majority of her classmates - and didn't really think about it at the time. So Diego has a weird background. Whatever. The humanity was mutual, his eyes and hands stayed in respectful places when they practiced hand-to-hand combat - hell, she picked him as a partner because she knew he'd be decent to her. Everybody's got their demons. He hasn't let his win. What more is she supposed to care about.

"And you're aware of where my eyes actually are," she mutters, trying to clear the air. "I think that's a starting point."

She ends up on his absolutely-a-torture-device couch, somehow, and they end up talking for hours about stuff that matters and stuff that doesn't, and she decides as she realizes it's getting late and she should get home that she definitely has a bit of a crush on him.

"I'll walk you home," he offers.

"I can protect myself. And it'd be a hell of a walk. Easier to take the bus."

"You sure?"

"I'll call you when I get home. Is that a good compromise?"

It is. She does. She could get used to this.

The rest of police training goes smoothly, made easier by her new outlet. Sunday afternoons, she goes over to that basement apartment and they hang out and it's the most innocent and most fun thing she's done in a long while. As she should've expected, Diego's cultural background is nonexistent and she makes it her personal mission to make him watch all the fun-terrible movies she and her sisters loved when they were younger (and still do love - a weakness for intentionally bad movies is an integral part of Patch DNA, right under an inclination towards emotionally exhausting careers). In return… she's not sure what he gets out of their blossoming dynamic, but she starts to suspect she's the only actual friend he has.

Eudora is not a fixer. She doesn't want to be anybody's tether to reality. And from what she can tell, as weeks turn to months, Diego really needs a tether. She's not signing up for that. Not intentionally.

But god, his face lights up when she says something nice about him and she's starting to suspect he's got even more emotional scars than physical ones, and she thinks she could make a life out of those moments.

She graduates in the spring and gets hired soon after, and for a couple months it seems like everything in her life is going according to perfect plan. She turns twenty-three and goes out with her sisters because that's what she's got for female friends right now, and she has her routines, and she thinks she's happy but she's not totally sure, and-

The Sunday afternoon routine continues, until one day in late summer he's in terrible condition and won't talk about it. It takes Eudora an unfortunate few minutes to figure out that maybe her friend's new collection of bruises might have something to do with some of the intermittent static on the radio last night.

"Stay fucking still," she mutters as she goes in search of… honestly, any first-aid materials she can find. Which she does not find, because of course this beautiful dumbass doesn't have so much as a box of bandaids anywhere in his living space. Thankfully she's got a few in her purse, but she is decidedly unimpressed and-

"I-I'm fine," he hisses as she cleans a cut on his hand with the contents of a mystery bottle that smells rather like vodka. (It's what she can find. She's improvising.)

"You're an idiot," she corrects. "You can't just do… whatever it is you did." She knows darn well what happened, but she can pretend otherwise. She has learned, is learning that he reveals information in his own time. Best not to push.

"Why do you care?"

She answers with her mouth on his, tasting his shock for a moment before he opens up to her. Oh, she'd suspected there was potential but it is different underneath her, different as she realizes she was wrong about a few things.

"You've never done that before," she breathes. They're inches apart.

"No."

"Was it okay?"

He pulls her down and gives an answer of his own, and he learns quickly.

They drift for a few months, undefined, slowly growing closer. On occasion, on midweek nights, he starts showing up at her apartment. She appreciates this development; it's more comfortable to bring him into her spaces, fall asleep in her bed with him next to her, get used to doing things like the normal people they aren't. He becomes home to her, and she begins to learn his body and his nightmares. A good man who has become good out of his own stubbornness more than anything else, and she admires that. Her own determination, valid as it is, feels lesser by comparison.

And then, about a year after they begin, they have their first fight.

Well, actually a two-part fight. The first part happens in front of way too many people, because vigilante antics occasionally do not end before flashing lights and sirens get there and she's not admitting she knows the jackass in the mask but she's definitely less than thrilled with them. The second, a couple hours later, in the privacy of his apartment and much more intense.

"You can't do that," she hisses. "You can't just-"

"I was doing the right thing."

"By your own hand! Your knives aren't gonna save you from some asshole with a gun!"

"I know what I'm doing."

"That's the problem. You know."

Eudora walks away and doesn't see him for a month.

She plans on it being longer. A lot longer, if at all possible. But then one night she's having trouble sleeping, wanders out to the main room of her apartment to make some tea in an attempt at calming her mind, and there's someone on the fucking fire escape and she is not anywhere near as worried as she ought to be because she recognizes those features in the moonlight.

She should ignore the issue. Let him freeze out there. She shouldn't care, she has no desire to get widowed young and that's where any entanglement with that man will end up, she is absolutely sure of it. But it's one in the damn morning, and she can't imagine he's come 'round to apologize for being a dick, and she figures she might as well see what he actually wants and then ask him to leave through the front door like a civilized person.

"I couldn't save them."

She's not gonna ask. There's too much weight in his voice, and she suspects she'll hear a recap in a few days from whichever of her coworkers gets stuck with the fallout. Right now what matters is dealing with the innocent bystander, as she suspects Diego ultimately is this time.

"You're safe here," she murmurs. "You can keep me safe."

"What if I can't?"

"I have a gun under my mattress. I'm not afraid of anything."

He stays in her bed for almost three days. Whatever happened - she never does get that recap - was traumatic for him. She doesn't ask, just lets him be. All she can ever do.

Years begin to pass in that pattern. They'll be good for a few months, friends and lovers and beautifully undefined, and then he'll get in her way at work and she'll get mad and shut him out for a few weeks until they both calm down. Or some emotional line will get crossed, one of the traumas he's not talking about, and he'll be the one to cause the distance. Every time, she knows they'll come back to each other once their blood cools down. They always do.

The worst fight, the one that keeps him away for three months, happens when she's twenty-seven and she decides she wants a future with him. Wants kids, specifically, because she thinks they'd be decent parents.

He doesn't agree. He does, over several hours, explain exactly why that is. And then he leaves.

For several months, she doesn't even hear static about him.

Eventually, curiosity wins out. Eventually she wanders down to the shitty basement apartment she hasn't been to in almost a year, because she knows he's not dead but he might be close, and decides to fix what she broke.

"I have faith in you," she says towards the end of her apology. "I have faith that you and I could figure out how to do all the normal things."

"I'm not good at normal, Dora." He's the only person she's ever let call her that, and it makes her just a little melty.

"You're getting better at it. You haven't talked shit about my knife rule in six months, my parents like you…"

"I think your parents are happy you brought home anyone."

"Valid, but they were not that nice to Maria's latest ex-girlfriend. You don't wanna know."

And just like that, they're okay. They're always okay, in the end.

They're okay, three years later, when Eudora gets hit in the head with god-knows-what and loses a week of her life.

She wakes up in a hospital room, not the first time this has happened to her but damn there are a lot of wires attached to her body, and a very panicked sort-of-recurrent-boyfriend by her side.

"What happened?" she asks when she feels like she can do words.

He doesn't answer with his voice. Can't. Just looks at her like she's the most important thing in his life, and she's known for years that she is but it's different like this, and it's enough.

"I'm not going anywhere," she murmurs. "You need me too much."

See, the thing is, Eudora isn't totally sure how to handle a longterm relationship that doesn't take pauses because of petty fights every couple months. But she thinks, as she recovers and slowly learns the story of how the chaotically dysfunctional Hargreeves clan both caused and averted the apocalypse, that she could learn. She could do a lot of things.

"Stay this time," she suggests two weeks later, when she's functional enough to do the rest of her recovery in her own apartment sans complicated equipment.

Diego looks like something's just run him over, but emotionally as opposed to the physical default.

"I will," he replies. "Someone's gotta take care of you."

[inthedrift]

More Chaleigh headcannons

Because I’ve been spreading a lot of sad recently so

Who hogs the blanket? - Chuckles, Raleigh doesn't feel the need for the blankets half the time, he grew up in Alaska for gods sake, a blanket in Sydney might just finish him off. Also Chuck gives off the heat of a dying star and is always adamant about wrapping himself around Raleigh's back and causing him to almost expire from heat exhaustion. So it's less Chuck hogging the blanket and more Raleigh fighting to have the thing as far away from him as possible

Who eats the others uneaten pizza crusts? - Rals, he spent 5 years on rations, he doesn't let anything go to waste. Even before that when Richard bailed and Dominique got sick they didn't have a lot of money so every bite of food counted. They get plenty of food now but it's still a hard habit to break if its on a plate in front of him he's not gonna leave it.

Who is more likely to cry over a sad book or movie? - Honestly I think Chuck, like he's this emotionally walled off kid effectively. And he probably didn't get to watch or read a lot of stuff and when he did it will have been engineering books or something. So Raleigh comes along and he had a childhood before the kaiju attacked he was 15 before the world even started ending, he didn't even enlist till he was 17 so like he spent his childhood with films and books. So he picks these films that Chuck missed that he has to see and some of them are sad, like super sad and Chuck has spent so long bottling in any emotion that wasn't anger or smugness and Raleigh makes him feel safe so these films the sort of shock the tears out of him. And at first he's embarrassed but Raleigh is always there always comforting and honestly sometimes it's more beneficial than their mandatory therapy sessions as he feels so much safer crying about a film with Raleigh and just being normal.

Who talks smack while playing video games? - Both of them. Are you kidding me? Raleigh is a middle child like, he probably grew up with a wii, bet you he tried to beat Yancy to death with a wii remote once for blue shelling him (they hurt, my brother broke my finger with one). So like Raleigh was raised on smack talk and video games, but Chuck who no doubt missed out on a lot especially like COD or stuff, is a competitive and contrary little shit. No way is he taking anything lying down, bet you he starts teabagging Rals the first time he kills him even though he has no clue what it is or that it has a name. Also bet you they've fallen out/actually had a physical fight over Mario Party just saying.

Who sings along with the radio? - Raleigh probably, like again he was old enough when the war started. So most songs that come on the radio he will know and he'll take great delight in pissing Chuck off by singing at the top of his voice and out of tune (he can sing in tune, fairly well tbh, but were is the fun in that). Chuck surprises him though, like ok he doesn't know any of the modern stuff but he knows like everything 80's and some vague 90s stuff and Raleigh is kinda shooketh, and the kid is adorable when he knows a song on the radio and he just can't help himself singing along, (Raleigh won't say it outloud but he's not a great singer, but he loves Chuck's voice so he couldn't give a shit) also and Chuck would kill Raleigh if anyone else ever found out but Chuck knows musicals. Like he doesn't know movies but Angela loved musicals and Chuck has a playlist - he listens to it in the shower.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking? - Chuck. Raleigh had a sick mother, who lets be real he would have had to cook for as Yancy must have been working to bring some money in other than any benefits or sick pay or whatever. So Raleigh is like a super competent cook, maybe he hasn't done it in a while but it's ingrained into him. Chuck on the other hand he hasn't lived anywhere but military bases and shatterdomes since he was 12. Food just kinda appears, like he tips up to the mess hall and there it is. So the first few times it will go as expected the food isn't great, but it's edible like Chuck is too much of a perfectionist to fuck up that badly. But then he'll get a little confident a little bit cocky and will try and do two things at once and before you know it he's put a towel on a burner ring and all the sprinklers go off.

Who would throw the other into a pool? - Raleigh? Again he's a younger sibling, I feel things like that come from either having a sibling or high school shenanigans and seeing as Chuck has experienced neither he just wouldn't consider it. But Raleigh decides it would be fucking hilarious to grab Chuck off the stretcher he's been reading on by the pool bridal style and it takes Chuck a second to react first by dropping his book followed by an "Oi, Ray, fuck do you think you're doing" and before you know it the kid has been dropped in the deep end. Queue all out war, Raleigh still has a tan line in the shape of a dick on his back.

Who shops for groceries? - Raleigh, Chuck comes along and just throws garbage in the cart like he'll 100% see how many snacks he can sneak in there before they get to the check out. If Raleigh sent him alone they would have exactly nothing with any nutritional value.

Who kills the spiders? - Max, Raleigh is scared of them like not to the point where he'd die if stuck in a room with one, but he isn't getting close enough to the fucker to kill it. And Chuck well Chuck is deathly afraid, like would happily just burn the house to the ground and leave kind of afraid. He trained Max to eat spiders, because if there's even one in the room with him he can't sleep, can't focus on anything but where the thing is. Like he's slept in the mess hall a few times to avoid a spider.

Who is the morning/night person? - Raleigh is a golden retriever personified, he's all baby Anna from Frozen "The sky's away so I'm awake", so like it will be 6am and he'll be raring to go and he's not exactly quiet or tactful when he wakes up, and Chuck will be jostled awake and every morning without fail Chuck will have to debate whether he punches Raleigh hard enough in the throat that he passes out. Chuck has learned however that Raleigh will sleep in later if he's well and truly fucked the night before so that's usually his tactic, alternatively if Chuck can wake up long enough to give Raleigh a good blow job he tends to go straight back to sleep, so yeah Chuck is certainly not a morning person and has learnt to use sex or violence as a way to get more sleep.

Who proposes? - Honestly I think it would probably be Chuck, like Raleigh probably wouldn't even consider it. He loves Chuck like with his whole being, but Raleigh's experience of marriage is a father who had a whole other family and bailed on his mom so he's not exactly the sort of person who would consider it the ultimate declaration of love. But Chuck his happy memories were from when his mum and dad were together and it was the three of them and Herc still loves Angela so of course Chuck would see it as a way to show Rals he loves him and Raleigh would be so shocked and awed that Chuck would want to saddle himself with his has been ass and of course Raleigh says yes.

Who forgot to put the cat dog outside before sex? - I mean Raleigh probably as Chuck has experienced that awful feeling of eyes on him during sex only to turn and see Max staring woefully at him from across the room probably way more times than he wants to admit but Raleigh. Raleigh has probably never had a pet and has never had to worry about being watched by anything other than another human which they tend to remove themselves from the situation fairly quickly when they've grasped what's about to happen. So yeah Raleigh would forget and they'd be happily cracking on as it were and Max instead of just watching in that creepy unblinking way that pets tend to have he'd come up and actually lick any part of either body he could reach standing on his hind legs and Raleigh would actually fucking squeak and Chuck would be laughing to hard to focus on much of anything else for a good while. So they don't forget anymore.

Who posts vines of the other doing embarrassing shit? Chuck? Like I can see Raleigh doing more embarrassing shit, like tripping over constantly or just being a fucking dork and Chuck just films it. But Raleigh is 100% the more likely one that if Chuck did trip over or he caught him singing Les Mis or something to post it somewhere. He’s also the one that’s gonna get a bo staff to the head for the trouble but he’d probably only regret it when he’s lying in bed with the lights off because he has a minor concussion and the light makes his head want to explode but at least Chuck is stroking his hair and hasn’t turned them back on so that probably counts as a win.

Who breaks the most phones? Raleigh probably. I see him as being the clumsy one but if Chuck is mad he’s so gonna launch phones at things like walls or people. But I think Chuck accepts that failing and would have a proper case on his phone, Raleigh on the other hand is always adamant that he won’t drop this one cue two weeks later having to admit to Chuck that the screen is in a million pieces and the battery might be leaking as he dropped it off one of the engineering decks.

Who thinks they can do something really well even though they can't? Neither? Like Raleigh isn’t that sort of cocky, he would never think he’s good at something that he isn’t - he knows what he excels at and is perfectly accepting of what he can’t do. And Chuck honestly I think he’s pretty good at a lot of things and he’s far too proud to do something that he’s bad at and wouldn’t be willing to make a fool of himself in front of others. So I think they both know what they can and can’t do

Who is more likely to get kicked out of the bed? Rals 100%. Like he’s an eternal sunshine child, he goes from 0-60 in the blink of an eye and Chuck is not into the whole being awake before a reasonable hour unless a goddamn kaiju is here and about to fuck shit up. So I don’t doubt that if Raleigh is being either too noisy or too handsy before Chuck is either willing to wake up or willing to have morning sex before having a nap then I can bet Raleigh has either been pushed/kicked out of bed forcefully onto the floor, punched somewhere usually the throat or his balls or Chuck has actively tried to smother him either with a pillow or just his own body. That and I’d put money on Raleigh taking great delight in coming back early from being outside maybe just taking max for a wee and putting his cold hands/feet against Chuck’s skin, and Chuck has just removed him not just from the bed but the entire room and left him out in the corridor until he’s ready to get up.

[chaoticneutralwriter]

08; Exception

In which you recall that after how long, you still can’t look him in the eye.

idol!jimin x staff!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, and sprinklings of other stuff

word count: 1.6k

A/N: A continuation of fillers plot!

In relation to this.

“How are you, noona?”

 “I’m doing alright, and you?”

 “I’m doing great!”

 The boxy grin he shoots at you always manages to melt your heart.

 “So how was your weekend?” He took his time to enunciate the words, glancing at you through the reflection of the mirror with wide, eager eyes. You smile again, clearly seeing how so invested Taehyung was to keep up the conversation he initiated.

 “It was okay,” You reply casually. “I went to see a movie and did some shopping. Nothing special.” 

 “Oh! What movie did you see?” He asks.

 “Wonder Woman.”

 “Ahh!” His entire face lights up as he nods enthusiastically with a gesture of his hands and the stylist had to gently nudge him to stop to work on his hair. You swore the smile on your face would eventually become permanent by the way things are going. Taehyung takes a pause, eyes darting up in thought and you visibly see him working out the sentences in his head as well as see him mouth the words to himself before finally speaking.

 “I want to see that too but…I didn’t have the time. I hope to watch it soon because they said it’s really good!” He concludes with another wide smile and you nod in understanding and encouragement.

 “Wow Taehyung-ah you’re so good at English now!” Namjoon comments from his seat a little ways down, a very proud smile on his face that causes Taehyung to grin and giggle shyly back.

 “It’s thanks to noona and Rapmon-hyung.” Taehyung easily switches back to his native tongue at the praise.

 “Y/N-ah, do you mind prepping Namjoon while I go take care of something?” One of the stylists asks politely and you comply immediately.

 “Yeah no problem unnie I got it!”

 She smiles thankfully at you before briskly exiting the room as you get up from your seat to make your way over to Namjoon. This was a common occurrence now, having tagged along so many times has given you the chance to not only become close to the team but also picking up some really random skills along the way (not that you mind). You were nowhere skilled in the make-up and styling department but that doesn’t mean you’re completely lost on how to put on foundation and concealer for a base.

 “Taehyung’s skills have improved so much since the last time I got him to speak English only.” Namjoon remarks as you scanned over the products laid out at his station. You finally find the moisturizer and water essence and get to work on prepping his skin.

 “Yeah, I noticed too. He was already so comfortable with speaking but now I think even more.” You add in as you spritz his face before taking a cotton pad to work in the product.

 “And I heard he’s teaching you more Korean slang.”

 “You know I gotta be hip with the kids these days.” You joke back and he barks out a laugh.

 Another normalcy that occurs. Before you knew it, your status with BTS was now on a friends level. Your awkwardness around them gradually faded and with such down-to-earth personalities, it was hard to not get along with the boys. You can proudly say that you can actually look them in the eyes now… for the most part.

 “You should consider becoming a stylist for us. I think with the number of times you’ve had to do my make-up you wouldn’t have a problem.” Namjoon comments making your eyes widen immediately.

 “Noooo,” you drag the sound out and add in a nervous laugh. “Like, I’m not incapable of putting on basic skin care and foundation and concealer but tell me to do eye make-up I’m-“ You blow out air and shake your head, hoping to convey that that would be a recipe for disaster. “I can barely put eyeliner on myself and have them look the same. Half of the times I tell people the wings are sisters, not twins.”

 Namjoon laughs again, this time throwing his head back and you kiss your teeth, playfully swatting at him to keep still so that you can finish evening out the rest of the foundation on his skin.

 “Plus I’d be too nervous to do anything beyond foundation for a person.”

 “Oh?” Namjoon hums. “So…. like, if you had to do someone’s make-up,” He transitions into English but you thought nothing of it. This was another thing that developed (between you and Namjoon in particular); you and him liked to switch between Korean and English whenever you conversed. Usually, it’s when you get too excited on a topic or when you completely blank out on a Korean word. As for Namjoon, he likes to get the most out of practicing his English with you (naturally). “Like no other choice, who would you be the most nervous with?”

 You thought for a bit, raking your head of all the K-pop idols you’ve encountered and had the chance to talk with and befriend. Most of the girls you’ve met were adorable and lovely and the guys were dorky and gave off the same vibe as Namjoon did (i.e. very chill for the most part). You guess you could say a really long time veteran K-pop idol but you’ve met some and they were so mature and understanding that even if you did mess up, they wouldn’t make you feel too bad about yourself.

 “Are we talking about K-pop idols or any celebrities in general?” You ask after a while.

 Namjoon hums again in thought, before replying, “Maybe like…in Bangtan.”

 Oh, well that completely changes everything.

 You sigh out deeply, tilting your head as if this hypothetical question really stumped you but who are you kidding, you know exactly who would fit the answer. Namjoon waits patiently for your answer as you gingerly pick up the setting powder and brush.

 “Okay…. like, this might sound bad.” You start off, stalling. Namjoon nods, still waiting on you. “And I’m not saying it 'cuz I hate him or anything. But if I had to choose I think it's definitely….” You move to hover closer to Namjoon and almost completely shroud him with the length of your hair as you speak low into his ear. It was a quick gesture that Namjoon was already used to so his focus and surprise when you pull away a half second later was on the name you've given him.

 “No way…really?” He looks comically scandalized as he stares at you, eyes widening. You look away in embarrassment and (quite pathetically) try to play it off.

 “I don’t know! It’s probably from all the stories I hear from the other stylists,” You start to ramble off quickly, “Like he has a particular look he likes and I feel like he’d be too nice to tell me I did it wrong but you just know you did it wrong from his face and he’s not happy…. at all.”

 “But he really is nice!”

 “I know! I just,” You pout and Namjoon laughs, clearly amused that he’s got you so worked up. “I know for sure I’ll be sweating just trying to put one layer of eye shadow on him.”

 “Aww, don’t worry about it noona. He takes the longest in everything because he’s a perfectionist like that.” Namjoon says after calming down. “But I think if it’s you he wouldn’t mind.”

 Ah, that was…a little uncalled for Namjoon because you weren’t prepared for it and now your heart is speeding up involuntarily.

 You took a breath to calm down and pray that you can pass off sounding super casual about this. “What…makes you say that?”

 Namjoon gives you a knowing look, as if that answer was pretty obvious (which it is clearly not for you). “Maknae line practically adores you. You’re like…their cool noona.” That made you duck your head a bit to hide the smile that was threatening to split your face in half. You pat Namjoon on the shoulder, signaling that you’re done with his prepping as his stylist sidles up to thank you before getting to work. With a quick, ‘I’ll talk to you later’ to the young man, you start to make your way back to your initial seat only to find that it’s been taken.

 He glances up from his phone as if sensing you and you instantly freeze. He’s all done up; hair snatched, outfit on point, face beat for the Gods, and how is someone as beautiful as him actually breathing and existing?

Mind: blank

 Body: frozen

 Soul: gone

 You are now in need of being forcibly sent to the hospital BECAUSE WHO-

 “Oh noona, you’re finished helping with Namjoon-hyung?”

 “Yeah…” You, nearly forgetting how to breathe, answer back a little too breathlessly. Your nerves are too shot to actually play this off and you find your once calmed heart was once again speeding up and you feared the longer you stared at him, you might actually have a heart attack so you jerkily reach for your bottle of water on the table in front of him as you adamantly avoid his piercing gaze. You need some air. “Umm I’m just gonna…be right back.” 

 You kind of throw him a half wave and you all but sprint out of the dressing room, hoping no one would catch the heat rising to your face and colouring it pink. You hated that, like you can honestly say that by now you can make eye contact with all of them (mostly) and you’re totally super comfortable around them (because you’re a noona to them for crying out loud).

 But sadly, 'mostly’ meant that it didn’t include the one person who seems to be the bane of your existence (it’s even worse when he’s looking like that).

 And his name is Park Jimin.

 A/N:👆just a visual of how I wouldn’t be able to talk to him either