#kevin’s the prettiest of all of them too…

[kevjeanyves]

jean moreau would have a super obvious type (dyed blonde hair, friendly smile, gentle disposition) if it wasn’t for kevin being such a drastic outlier…

i can’t blame him, it’s THE kevin day. not only is it the kevin day, it’s the only person who showed him kindness in those four awful years…

so in conclusion, jean’s type is anyone who’s kind to him…and it Helps? if they have dyed blonde hair and kind smiles

[soleilwoo]

being the boyz's [american] neighbor

[☀︎] — sangyeon. he was too shy to talk to you when you first moved in because of the language barrier. but he can’t help but stare at you when you get caught in the elevator together and he’s secretly dying inside from the awkward silence. he would always tell himself to say something to you the next time he sees you in the elevator but he never does. when you decided to learn basic korean greetings and phrases to say to him, it made his heart flutter. hearing you try to speak his language is what sends him over. even if your pronunciation wasn’t great. it encouraged him to do the same for you and it kind of became your thing. you respond in korean, he responds in english, and helping each other to better understand one another.

[☀︎] — jacob. he has the prettiest smile ever when he says hello to you in the mornings. when he has his friends over, he apologizes for them being so loud. if you don’t mind, you invite him and his friends over for a game night. he has to translate for you, although he does not mind it, but he still makes the interaction go smoothly. his friends can tell that he has a crush on you.

[☀︎] — younghoon. he introduces himself first, and helps you unpack all your things. he is so welcoming, sweet, and handsome that your mom basically begs you to bring him every time whenever you visit home. he knows that communicating is difficult but he does his best to make you feel as comfortable as possible. he leaves you gifts at your door, always bringing you food or inviting you over for dinner. basically he does husbandly duties.

[☀︎] — hyunjae. the two of you met in the lobby. he immediately offered his help with carrying your heavier boxes even though you told him that you could manage. and he got off the elevator at the same floor, infatuated. he always nags you for staying up late or if you’re not eating well. basically uses any excuse to see you. doing laundry together and going grocery shopping with you. he also sings very loud around his house. songs he wrote himself. when he heard you humming one of them on the elevator to yourself, he loses it. you don’t know that the song you’re singing was inspired by you.

[☀︎] — juyeon. he’s so quiet you aren’t ever sure if he’s home or not. but when you do see him, he’s always eager to talk to you and very to determined to show off his english speaking skills. he stayed at your apartment once when he lost his key and ended up falling asleep on your couch with you. he was too embarrassed to see you the next morning so he left after he woke up and regretted not leaving a note, so he cooks dinner for you instead. he worries about whenever you come home late, afraid that you’re literally a foreigner lost in a foreign country. so he’d sit in front of your door and wait for you until you get home.

[☀︎] — kevin. he knows how frustrating it must be living in another country where no one speaks the same language. your bedrooms are side by side and the walls are so thin, hearing you cry yourself to sleep for the third time that week because you missed your home, confirmed it. on the fourth night, he knocks. you stop immediately, covering your mouth with your hands and apologizing. from then on, he made sure that you never felt alone. he signed you both up for a couples pottery class. he tries to convert you into a beyhive if you weren’t one already. and he comes over in the middle of the night to show you memes instead of texting them to you. you basically live together since he’s always at your place.

[☀︎] — new (chanhee). he immediately wants to be your friend and was extremely pleased when he saw you moved in. he doesn’t really talk to his other neighbors much, but he loves being your neighbor. he loves knowing you’re right down the hall, he loves when you knock on his door and he opens it to the sight of you in your pajamas and a shy smile on your face. and he loves sharing his favorite wine with you. if you ever text him upset, he will be there in an instant to give you the biggest hug.

[☀︎] — q (changmin). at first, you simply acknowledged each other with basic greetings that evolved into him asking you to babysit ghana. he read online that americans find dog owners more attractive. so he lets his fur baby do most of the talking for him. you send him pictures of you cuddling ghana and he secretly sets it as his home screen. he invites you over to watch horror movies. loves it if you’re not afraid of them. it suddenly makes the film a comedy. but if you’re scared, he loves it just as well when you cover your eyes and hide your face on his shoulder. he says goodnight to you through the walls.

[☀︎] — juhaknyeon. another loud neighbor. he is super nervous whenever he talks to you but he likes to practice his english with you. he often plays the piano and he tries to sing songs in english so you’re the one helping him with the pronunciation. sometimes he’ll invite you to play video games because he’ll need a second player. he looks through his peephole for you to see when you come out so he could ‘run into’ you. probably doesn’t admit it but he has the biggest crush on you.

[☀︎] — sunwoo. he thinks you’re the cutest person in the whole building. when you first moved in, you failed to understand how korea numbers their floors in a building, so you repeatedly tried to open the wrong door. his door. the ground floor is considered ‘1’. so what you would call the second floor is actually the first floor. and in the best way he could, he explains that you live on the third floor. however, he doesn’t mind it sometimes. one of these days he’s going to ask you to come in for ramen. (take that however you want, lol).

[☀︎] — eric. he should not be living alone and cannot cook to save his life. he literally asks you for help with everything and comes over to your place for ingredients almost every day— as if you’re his own personal grocery store. but he’s cute so you can’t help but say yes. he’s also a very loud neighbor. if it’s quiet, he’s either asleep or up to no food, so you often invite him over so he won’t starve. on holidays, you both always travel back to the states together. turns out your childhood homes are pretty close to each other. too bad you haven't met sooner. but he's glad you did now!

[petvampire]

Ichirou Moriyama is basically just building a harem of Exy players, and I’m here for it.

Fully blaming @300foxholecourtt for the line that sparked this whole concept for me. 💖

~

Kevin Day is without a doubt his prettiest investment.

He has a feeling it’s more than his skill on the court that has led to the so-called ‘son of Exy’ always being in the limelight. He has a face made for publicity: a strong, firm jaw and those so-green eyes, the tattoo drawing attention to his perfect cheekbones, dark hair always tousled just so. Even fresh from a game, he’s prettier than he has any right to be, regardless of exhaustion or injury.

Of course, Ichirou prefers him rumpled and desperate, those perfect lips wrapped around his cock or shaping a breathless litany of pleas. It’s a heady pleasure, bringing the Court’s Queen to his knees, reducing him to gasps and moans and begging. He’s far prettier that way than he ever will be in front of a camera; that sight is reserved for his Lord.

Jean Moreau is his most well-behaved investment. It is a welcome change of pace from Kevin’s frequently bratty behavior, as Jean lacks the ego the other former Raven boasts. He is the one whose loyalty Ichirou has the least reason to doubt; he weighs the risks of rebellion far more carefully than the others do, knows and welcomes the relative safety inherent in obedience.

His submission is beautiful thing, one Ichirou savors like a fine wine. He takes his time with Jean, even showing some measure of tenderness to him, soothing his broken bird’s most jagged edges. It wins him far greater devotion than cruelty would.

In exchange for that kindness, Jean acts as a tempering force for the others when he can, reining them in when they get too unruly. They would both do anything for him, after all.

Nathaniel Wesninski - or rather, Neil Josten, as his new name is legally recognized now - is his most unpredictable investment. He is quite the asset, yes, but he is a wild little fox, one Ichirou is not certain will ever be tamed. There is something quite dangerous about him, in a way that fires the blood.

They play games with one another, a constant back and forth of power and risk, threat and control. Neil is a fiery thing, and bringing him to heel is a rush, all adrenaline and excitement. Ichirou finds him too fascinating to break, enjoys someone who will push back - to a degree. He knows how to bring Neil in line when he goes too far, who to threaten, who to hurt, but the other rarely makes him resort to such tactics.

He enjoys the game, too.

[gingerteafairy]

heyy!! I absolutely LOVE your writing!! I was wondering if you could do a luke cooper x reader? Something like reader is maybe Jim's younger sister, or just related to someone in the office and she comes to drop something off to them or something and catches luke's eye. feel free to ignore this ahaha

girl, no way in hell I'm ignoring my sugarplum luke cooper.

tags n warnings: suggestive, jealousy, dirty jokes, terrible environment, creed and kevin (real warning). word count: 2.3k

A/N: hey, i'm back!!! sorry for being super absent here, I missed you all <3

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

Luke was a good person—when he wanted to be. Which was almost never. But when it came to you, he tried to be slightly more decent. Especially when it came to looking at you.

Not because he was a better man, no. He just avoided looking because you sat right next to Jim. And you—by every unfair twist of fate imaginable—just happened to be his sister.

Seriously? You?

The prettiest, kindest, most distractingly adorable girl in the office, and of course, you had to be related to the most upstanding, qualified, all-american guy in the building. Jim was fair with everyone—except when it came to you.

He had a very specific way of showing how protective he was: keeping you far, far away from anyone like Luke Cooper.

Luke had to bite the inside of his cheek sometimes just to stop himself from staring. Especially when you wore those damn button-up blouses that looked a little too good tucked into your skirt. Even your cardigans were starting to look criminal when you cinched them at the waist.

Sometimes, he’d “accidentally” knock something off his desk—just so you’d bend down to pick it up for him. A few precious seconds of watching you, a soft “here you go” from your lips, before Jim would clear his throat like a freaking siren.

But today, in a cruel plot twist straight out of a badly written fanfic, you were the one who dropped a highlighter.

Luke’s brain short-circuited when he saw the neon yellow pen roll dramatically across the floor, stopping right by Phyllis’s desk like it had a mind of its own. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Stand up? Risk instant death via Jim Halpert’s “big brother” death glare? Stay seated? Look like a jerk There was no winning move. Every option was a trap.

Then—you stood up.

Luke froze. Muscles locked, heart in his throat, eyes very carefully not following the line of your legs as you moved.

He could hear the faint squeak of your heels. The soft jingle of your bracelet. The rustle of your blouse when you bent down to grab the highlighter.

And he was gone. Fully spiraling. This was hell. Corporate, fluorescent-lit, paper-scented hell.

And yet… the corner of his mouth twitched. Because if hell meant watching you brush your hair behind your ear while laughing softly at your own clumsiness—he’d gladly stay.

You walked over to the spot, crouching down to grab the highlighter. This time, Luke didn’t look away. He wouldn't have looked away even if Jim smacked him upside the head with a broom handle.

Just a little lower and he’d see a bit more skin—not that he needed to. The visible outline of your top beneath your cardigan already felt like a punch to the chest. You moved like a dream. Like the office had suddenly switched to slow motion.

Then you looked up and smiled at him. Just a casual little smile. Nothing dangerous. Nothing scandalous.

It nearly killed him.

You went back to your chair like nothing happened. Like you hadn’t just melted every cell in his body.

Was that on purpose?

No. No way. That was too absurd. You’d have to be counting on physics to roll the highlighter directly to Phyllis’s desk—with your hip perfectly angled toward him? Come on.

Still… just in case… getting up to splash some cold water on his face sounded like an excellent idea.

Luke stood up and made his way to the break room, setting a cup of hot chocolate in the microwave before heading toward the bathroom.

“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Kevin said out of nowhere, side-eyeing Luke while noisily slurping instant noodles like it was a performance piece.

“Who?” Luke asked, feigning confusion as he stirred the powder in the cup and punched in the timer.

“Jim’s sister, duh" Kevin clarified, turning his head to get a full view of you typing away at your desk. “I’d have kids with her. So many kids. Fill up their whole house, then put in more kids. Just… kids everywhere.”

“That’s how you know she’s the wrong girl,” Luke muttered, giving Kevin a light punch on the arm before heading for the door. “You want kids with her. Rookie mistake. Stay away from girls like that, Kev. And keep your weirdness to yourself. We don't need more of you."

As he stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, Luke leaned back against the cold tile and looked up at the ceiling.

He hated the idea of being a dad. Hated the idea of being responsible for anything besides his laptop and maybe a white cat you’d name Pinky because of her pink paws… and because your future daughter would love that name, wearing cute pink dresses matching with yours he gave on your birthday.

He groaned.

No.

This was getting out of hand.

“You're so pathetic,” he muttered, running damp fingers through his curls. “You know who else stares at people’s asses without them knowing? Creeps on public buses. That's fucking sexual harassment.”

“They're just hard-working people,” Creed suddenly chimed in behind him, clutching an old newspaper like he was about to preach. “What? It’s not illegal to admire beauty. I don’t get why people say it’s gross.”

“You’re gross,” Luke scrunched up his face, hurrying out of there before any more of Creed’s essence clung to him.

He was already too much of a mess to absorb even an ounce more of that man’s weirdness.

But apparently, the universe had other plans. Because right then—just to torture him—you were standing by the microwave… holding his hot chocolate.

He stopped short.

And then you added marshmallows. Where the hell did you even get marshmallows? Were you part witch?

“I felt like drinking something warm too,” you said sweetly, turning to hand him the cup. “It’s freezing today.”

Luke glanced around like he was being filmed for a hidden prank show. Jim could not know about this. Ever.

Then again… you had approached him. Not the other way around.

“Yeah… it’s freezing,” he muttered with a small laugh, taking a sip. The chocolate tasted ten times better than it should have. It was literally store-brand powder. But still—what kind of magic were you made of?

“I was kind of expecting a thank you,” you teased, crossing your arms with a mock pout that nearly gave him a heart attack.

“For the hot chocolate?” He blinked, setting the cup down on the counter. “Thanks.”

“For letting you stare a little longer,” you added with a grin so smug and bright it could've powered the whole building. That confirmed it.

It had been on purpose.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. That was weird. I’m not usually like that,” he muttered quickly, practically burying his face back into the cup to hide from his own shame.

“It’s okay,” you smiled, uncrossing your arms and stepping just a little closer. “If it’s you, I really don’t mind at all.”

If not for the laws of physics, Luke’s cup might’ve floated straight into the air right then and there. Instead…

It hit the floor.

Chocolate splashed everywhere, shards of ceramic scattered. Luke stared at the mess in horror.

“Fuck,” he muttered, crouching down to collect the evidence. You bent down too, but he gently stopped you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Let me do it. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Oh… okay. Thanks.”

You pulled your hand back and rested them in your lap as Luke carefully picked up each shard of ceramic with his palm, standing to wrap them in a napkin and toss them into the trash. You grabbed a roll of paper towels, but before you could start wiping the mess, he reached out.

“I’ve got it—”

“No, let me clean this part,” you insisted, smiling and kneeling again to soak up the spilled chocolate.

Luke knelt beside you and just watched. There you were, cleaning hot chocolate off the floor, and somehow you still looked like an angel. If you two ever ended up dating, he’d probably pay to see you do this again—maybe in whatever weird outfit you felt like wearing that day.

“Why’d you say it’s okay for me to look at you?” he asked quietly, his hand falling to rest on the floor as he looked into your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you replied with a soft smile—the same honest one you always gave him. “I guess… I like you.”

More than just the office clown, more than the guy who always had a sarcastic comeback. You liked him.

“You’re probably the only one who does,” he murmured, exhaling and glancing away as you stood to toss the paper towels and wash your hands.

“Your uncle likes you,” you teased gently.

“He just wants to fix me. Make me into the son he never had,” Luke grumbled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “So yeah… I guess you might actually be the only one who really likes me.”

“I don’t think so,” you responded as you turned to face him again, drying your hands. “I like you a lot. You always make me laugh. Even when your jokes are super stupid, I still laugh."

Luke smiled slowly, his eyes lighting up with something softer, something he didn’t show often.

“Jim hates that,” you added with a grin. “He’s losing his title as the office comedian.”

“So that’s why he hates me?”

“He hates you because I like you.”

Oh, this time it was different. Luke could feel it—by the way your eyelids softened, the shine in your eyes, the slight lift of your shoulders. It bloomed warm in his chest, hotter than any cup of cocoa could ever manage.

“I like you too,” he replied casually, though his tone matched yours in quiet honesty. Even without more words, you both knew what he meant. “If your brother allows it, of course. Do I need to sign something, or should I have my uncle send over a memo? Because I can make that happen.”

“A real nepobaby, huh?” you teased, finally turning to look at him.

“It has its perks,” he grinned, giving a nonchalant shrug. “Now can we go back? Your brother’s staring at me like he’s about to pair me up with Dwight.”

“Oh, that would be awful,” you whispered, giggling softly. He couldn’t help it—he laughed too. Your laugh was far too infectious to resist.

“Yeah, like... they’d invent some beet-powered machine that chops off a piece of me every time I look at you.”

“And what would you do about that?”

“I don’t know… Crap. I think I’d disappear.” He joked, touching his own arms as if parts were missing. “Where am I? Guess I vanished from looking at you too much.”

“You’re so dumb,” you laughed, marveling at how he could be so effortlessly charming, so beautifully spontaneous—so Luke.

“It’s just my flirting technique,” he quipped, brushing invisible dust off his shirt. “That and dropping pens so you’d hand them back and I could sneak a glance.”

“So you were thinking everything through, huh?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t use the same trick on me today, missy.” He smirked, ruffling your hair playfully.

“Yeah, but you started it.” You grinned, trying to fix your hair once his hand pulled away.

“Yeah, keep laughing and soon you're laughing in my bedroom.”

“What’s going on in here?” Jim appeared in the doorway, his eyes sharp like a warning shot.

“Luke helped me with a mug I dropped,” you explained, looking at your brother, who seemed far too invested in finding a hint of a lie.

“You drop a lot of stuff, huh, Luke?” Jim raised an eyebrow at the guy, who just shrugged.

“Gravity. Blame Isaac Newton. Oh wait—sorry, forgot. You can’t complain to your cousin.” Luke mocked, trying to stifle a grin.

Jim turned to you, jaw slack, completely stunned. But as soon as you started laughing, he rolled his eyes.

“Sorry, Jim. That was actually funny,” you admitted, covering your mouth, while your brother leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You used to be better,” he remarked, trying to hold back before breaking into laughter too. “Watch your back, Luke. Might be a good idea to start sleeping with the doors locked.”

“Man, it’ll take you a while to crawl outta the Cretaceous period.”

“Don’t add fuel to the fire,” you scolded, grabbing Luke’s hand to stop the back-and-forth.

“Stay sharp,” Jim warned, throwing one last glance before disappearing down the hallway.

“I was seriously freaking out,” Luke confessed, shaking his hands like he was trying to loosen the nerves. The moment suddenly felt light—soft as a marshmallow.

“Doesn’t look like it. I can’t even picture you nervous.”

“Your brother’s terrifying.”

You laughed, resting your head on Luke’s shoulder. “He just looks scary. Inside, he’s like an underbaked carrot cake.”

“With frosting?”

“No flavor. Like his jokes.”

Luke snorted, but his eyes darted back to the doorway, half-expecting Jim to reappear holding a “Code Red” sign. You gave his hand a small squeeze, bringing him back.

“Relax. If he were really mad, he’d have launched into a three-paragraph speech with a Star Wars analogy.”

“He’s done that?”

“You have no idea.”

Luke shook his head, amazed. “Honestly, I think I’d take Darth Vader.”

“He’s definitely gonna hear that in the Christmas recap.”

You both laughed, and for a moment, the usual office noise seemed to vanish—keyboards, phones, even the steady drip of coffee brewing. It was just the two of you in that quiet little corner, balanced between humor and a kind of controlled danger.

Luke looked at you, more serious now. “You know... I don’t really mind getting lectured by Jim.”

“No?”

“No. It’s worth it. Like... if it means I get a little more time like this with you.”

Your face felt warm—not from embarrassment, but from that rare kind of heat that only someone as wildly unpredictable as Luke could ignite.

“Can I say you look insanely gorgeous today?” he murmured, fighting a smile.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Take it easy, Cooper. I haven’t even decided if I’m letting you sit with my family at Sunday lunch.”

“Can I bring dessert? Promise I make an awesome cup of chocolate with marshmallows.”

“Only if it’s better than your jokes.”

“Might need to ask your mom for help, then.”

You laughed again—that kind of laugh that slips out easily when your heart’s already made a decision, even if your head is still pretending it hasn’t.

[foxstens]

still thinking about wymack's chapter

'i spent all of spring on her couch' kevin probably had such a hard time during his first months at psu and we don't get to see it

'what does she tell him' kandrew has layers we don't know about. i wonder why he doesn't wait andrew to know. or maybe he just doesn't want anyone to know

'nine years later' i know the ec says kevin doesn't really remember her but nine years is still a pretty long time. i want to know about their time together

'you're not just a fox. you're kayleigh's son' how do you think kevin felt. do you think he thought of the letter

'did you think you were my only lover' 'he'd never called her again' 'when he started thinking about rings' forever sad about them. she taught him exy he loved her she had his son and he didn't know for 20 years!!!

'coaches have no honor' but also 'your word is enough. just yours' like??? how does kevin trust him so much

'they'll be too busy drooling over you' kevin has to be prettiest mf in this entire universe like what

'nicky wasn't the only one so easily swayed' there's a chance this line is referring to andrew 😔

also i gotta give props to nora's writing because the characters feel so different depending on whose perspective you're reading from

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie. 

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie. 

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed. 

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera. 

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass. 

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me. 

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then. 

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of. 

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course. 

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes. 

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez. 

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal. 

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?” 

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know? 

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here. 

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.   

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

[emeraldbabygirl]

Because I have pretty man brain rot I’m providing a list of the prettiest idols like kpop, tpop and jpop rn imo cause these men are so so pretty to me and I love them and hehehe ok THIS IS HARD CAUSE I LOVE MY BIASES SO MUCH BUT THESE ARE MEN I THINK OTHERS WILL THINK ARE PRETTY TOO NOT JUST ME CAUSE MY MEN ARE MY FAVS OBVI AND I THINK THEY ARE SUPER PRETTY AND YUMMERS BUT THESE ARE MAYBE FOR SOME PEOPLE THINK THESE ARE PRETTY TO THEM IDK I’M NOT TRYING TO PUT ALL MY BIASES IN LOL

E’last - Wonhyuk, Romin, Rano

Noir - Seunghoon, Yeonkuk

VAV - Ace

A.C.E - Sehyoon, Donghun

Epex - Mu

Onlyoneof - Kyubin

Boys Next Door - Leehan

Xdinary Heroes - Jooyeon, Junhan

Onewe - Harin

Imfact - Jeup, Lee Sang

Snow Man - Ren, Raul, Date-sama

7 Men - Reia

Hihi Jets - Soya Igari

Bishonen - Sato Ryuga

JO1 - Keigo, Ren, Sukai

INI - Rihito

Shonen Ninja - Vaseyegh Wataru <3

CNBLUE - Jungshin

Blitzers - Juhan

UNVS - YY

4Mix - Ninja

Atlas - Junior, Jet

Big Bang - Daesung

Treasure - Asahi, Haruto

Winner - Jinwoo

Omega X - Xen, Hangyeom

Oneus - Seoho

Seventeen - Jeonghan

iKON - Donghyuk

Monsta X - Hyungwon

Cravity - Minhee

NCT - Doyoung, Yuta

Wayv - Xiaojun

Riize - Wonbin

Super Junior - Leeteuk

DBSK - Jaejoong

Shinee - Key, Taemin

Xodiac - Leo, Beomsoo

Mont - Bitseon

Myst - Woojin

Target - Hyun, Woojin

Stray Kids - I.N

Got7 - Yugyeom

2PM - Wooyoung

Ateez - Seonghwa

Pentagon - Yanan, Yuto

BTOB - Eukwang, Sungjae

Day6 - Wonpil

History - Yijeong

UNIQ - Yibo, Wenhan

Bz Boys - Bon

14U - Dohyuk, Loudi, BS, Gohyeon

Victon - Seungwoo, Byungchan

The Boyz - Chanhee

Block B - U-Kwon

Halo - Heecheon

1team - Rubin, Jinwoo

Enoi - Dojin, Hamin

The Rampage - Hokuto, Itsuki, Kazuma

Psychic Fever - Weesa, Jimmy, Ryushin

Ballistik Boyz - Sunada

Jet Boy Bangerz - Takumi

Exile the Second - Akira

Fantastics - Hori Natsuki, Yagi Yusei

Vixx - Cha Hakyeon

Verivery - Hoyoung, Minchan

TXT - Huehue

BTS - Jin

Enhypen - Niki, Sunghoon, Jake

Topp Dogg - Xero, Hansol

Newkidd - Hwi

SF9 - Taeyang, Jaeyoon

ZE:A - Hyunsik

U-Kiss - Kissop, Kevin

CIX - Jinyoung

T.A.N - Jaejun, Taehoon

Wei - Yongha

Teen Top - Chunji, L.Joe

Up10tion - Wooshin, Sunyoul, Xiao

MCND - Huijin

Infinite - Sungjong, Sungyeol

ZB1 - Ricky, Jiwoong

B1A4 - Jinyoung

ONF - MK

8turn - Myungho

82Major - Yechan

P1Harmony - Theo

N.Flying - Seunghyub

TO1 - Kyungho, Chihoon

Onepact - Jongwoo

Boys Republic - Minsu

btw this was supposed to be a short list but my brain can’t think of anymore and some groups I don’t know the members so

[unintentionaloracle]

Sin City Wedding Bells [Fic]

Finished my quick fluffy Zowens fic and just had to post it!

Summary: After Sami saves Kevin at WrestleMania, they make a spur of the moment decision 20+ years in the making. When in Vegas, after all... ;)

Randy and Kevin’s grueling match at WrestleMania had just concluded. Orton had just pinned a half-dead Kevin for the win. Then the victorious Viper decided he would celebrate by trying to punt Kevin's head off as the latter struggled to his feet. Sami, who'd been too late to intervene during the match, finally arrived at ringside. Kevin noticed, confused and distracted (and possibly worried Sami was coming to get revenge, as well).

Then Sami climbed into the ring and speared Randy before he could connect. The arena stood in stunned silence as Sami got up. “HE'S MINE!” He shouted, simply.

Kevin looked up at Sami, awed. Sami hurried to his side and helped him up to his feet, making sure he was okay and not concussed or anything. He knew Kevin wasn't going to medical after this. He couldn't, if he wanted to get a word with him this time.

Kevin finally regained the ability to speak. “Wha–?”

Sami cut him off with a kiss, to the mixed reaction of the crowd (some excited, some annoyed Randy was taken down “for love”). Then Sami hurried him out of the ring, following close behind. He grabbed Kevin's hand and dragged him out of the arena, avoiding officials and fans left and right as they made it out to the Vegas Strip. They weaved through the busy streets until they found an alley to talk.

“Sami,” Kevin said, barely containing his smile. It'd been so long since Sami saw that smile. “What the hell was–?”

“I wanted to make it up to you,” Sami panted, out of breath. He'd not kept up on cardio since his injury. “For not helping you during the match at the Rumble but helping Roman...you knocked a lot of sense into me during our match. I mean, you nearly killed me and Cody didn't do a damn thing. NONE of our “friends” did.”

Only Jey had an excuse... Sami thought, squeezing Kevin's hand.

“And I know Randy only saved me to get to you. And then it got me thinking...” Sami said.

“About what?” Kevin said, freeing his hand to fold his arms in front of his chest.

“About...how I don't wanna live another minute without you...” He cupped his face. “How I don't want to fight with you, anymore. That I love you, Kev, and nothing we can ever do to each other will change that. And that I want to be by your side, forever.”

Kevin looked into Sami's eyes. His confusion melting into affection. “Damn it, Sami. I can't stay mad at you...” Kevin grabbed his face and kissed him. Sami held Kevin's sides as he kissed back. They parted before resting their foreheads together, Kevin's eyes glancing upward.

Kevin chuckled. “Hey, how serious are you about “forever”, Sami?”

Sami looked behind him and saw what had Kevin so tickled. As it turned out, it was an ad for one of those walk-in wedding chapels. He chuckled as well. It was a crazy idea, but tonight was already crazy... “I mean, if you're up for it...”

“Well, then. Sami Zayn, wanna marry me?”

---

“I do.” Sami said, unable to stop grinning as he held his partner’s hands. (Even if the rental clip-on bowtie was itchy.) Kevin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He was wearing both a clip on bowtie of his own and a veil headband. The Prizefighter had put it on as a joke at first, during their giddy preparation for their turn. Then Sami dared him to wear it for their wedding, and Kevin refused to back down from the challenge, saying he was gonna be “the prettiest damn bride the chapel has ever seen.”

The minister smiled. “And Kevin, do you–”

“Yes, yes, of course I do!” Kevin said, becoming impatient.

“Then by the power vested in me, by the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husbands. You may—”

Kevin didn't wait for them to finish. He flipped the veil and immediately grabbed Sami and dipped him into a kiss. And just like that, after twenty plus tumultuous years, they were married in an instant. They quickly cast aside the little rental accessories they'd put on and hurried out of the chapel, wedding certificate in hand, as they looked for Sami's hotel.

(They couldn't go back to Kevin's hotel, where everyone else was put up in. Randy might kill him before they could even so much as touch their wedding bed.)

Sure enough, they found it, excitedly making their way to Sami's–their–room. They stood outside the door.

“I should carry you across the threshold. You just had a nasty match...” Sami insisted, noticing bruises that were starting to form on his new husband's skin.

“No, I should carry you. You've earned it,” Kevin said. “My guardian angel AND my knight in shining armor.”

“You can carry me across the threshold when we go home,” Sami said, opening the door before scooping up Kevin into a bridal carry. Any protest Kevin might have had failed to escape his mouth. He looked almost dazzled by being treated this way. Sami grinned as they entered the room, kicking the door behind them. “You deserve a little TLC, tonight...”

Sami realized his choice of words. “I-I meant the “tender loving care” kind! Not the “our job” kind!” He clarified.

Kevin laughed. It was the most beautiful sound Sami had ever heard, even after all these years. Kevin draped his arms around his neck. “I love you.”

Sami set Kevin down on the bed before draping himself on top of him. “I love you, too, husband.”

“Mmmm, “husband”, I can get used to that, husband...” Kevin purred. He stroked Sami's blushing face, Sami leaning into the touch. “Seriously, Sami. I've been miserable for months. I've done things I've regretted... especially to you...”

“Aha! So you admit you were sorry!” Sami teased.

Kevin shook his head, holding up their marriage certificate. “I’m trying to be sincere and sentimental, here. I can return this, you know!” He teased back. “Like I said, I've been in a bad place, Sami. But all this? In one night, you've made me the happiest man in the world. I don't give a damn about anyone else, so long as I have you...”

Sami tucked his own hair behind his ear, blinking back tears. “Kev...” He leaned down and kissed him. His husband kissed back. With that, the newlyweds ushered in their new marriage.

Sure, they'd have to deal with a lot of crap tomorrow. Randy would be pissed at both of them. Cody would probably not be pleased with Sami going back to Kevin, either. Not to mention Jey would have his concerns as well. Plus, there would be the repercussions of making a big life decision like marriage on an adrenaline-fueled whim...

But right now, they didn't care. For a moment, life was beautiful. They were happy. And nothing could tear them apart, again.

[smshiptournament]

Meet the contestants! part 1:

Sweetprincess (Tom x Kevin) by @sunny6677

Tamagotchi (Robert x Kamelia) also by @/sunny6677

Bubblegum (Kevin x Nancy) also by @/sunny6677

Bowcap (Roy x Alexis) by @articus-icecream

BurningBuilding (Ignacio x Edward) by @blood-gutz-goreee

MoneyGun (Evermore x Mars) by @jacenotjason

Propaganda: "Married for 25 years and counting; Mars is the unflinching shadow to Evermore’s self-assured glow. Mars is not as fond of the spotlight as his husband, instead staying in the wings, ready to do whatever it takes to keep his husband's crown securely on his head. Mars will eliminate any obstacle in Evermore’s way at the snap of his husbands fingers, no questions asked, no hesitation. When Evermore demands the world bow to him, Mars ensures it kneels. Yet behind closed doors, the hitman softens.  The same hands that secure Evermore’s crown with ruthless precision also cradle him with affection that rivals Evermore’s own vanity. Mars looks at Evermore like he hung the moon and the stars. And Evermore, in all his grandeur, allows himself to be vulnerable, knowing Mars will catch him if he falls."

ToxicSmiles ( Dexter x JJD) by @mayisgoingnuts

Propaganda: After being turned into a doll, Dex had the oh so lucky opportunity to be found by the most annoying lady in town. He had no choice but to stick with her... literally. With her obsessive antics, she wanted someone by her side, and he hated this. He hates her. She is just a weirdo with no personality whatsoever; or that's what he thought atleast. Spending too much time with someone gets you to know them. They are a bit too similar, in a way. Staying with her is making him.. no, BOTH of them so much worse!! But.. she is so pretty. And horrible. And pretty.

SpoiledCandy (Kevin x Carmilla) also by @/mayisgoingnuts

Propaganda: As the new boyfriend of no one else other than the daughter of the owner of the CandyClub, Kevin has to deal with her bratty personality wanting or not. He is her prince, her knight, her big, strong man! Except, this is what she wants him to be. And Carmilla is just a spoiled, annoying girl who will never, ever shut up, and only cares for his looks! Except, she doesn't, she likes him in her own way. They either solve their problem in the good way, or the bad way, and sadly both of them are too stubborn to give in to the good one.

ScaredDemons (Susie x Scar) also by @/mayisgoingnuts

Propaganda: "The Sun proposed to the Moon. If the Moon accepted, the Sun would explode out of happiness. If refused, the Sun would go dark out of sadness". As a one-sided crush, Scar loves Susie more than everything in this world, but Susie herself can't see him anything else other than a friend. In the end, not even Scar himself is sure of his feelings. It is quite difficult to know what romantic feelings are, when no other girl tried talking to you like she did. But for now, he just wants to be the lover of the prettiest girl he knows.

[captain-danwilds]

Foxes RA pllllllls - @jtl-fics

WIP Wednesday (closed) The Foxes RA

It wasn’t often she caught Kevin Day of Rm 432B alone. Kevin was practically attached at the hip with all his roommates or just one of the twins.  It wasn’t that strange.  Many of her residents seemed to travel in packs but she’d had tried to greet them individually when she saw them.  So Sam stole this opportunity when she saw it.  

“It’s lovely to meet you Kevin.  I have on my roster that you’re a transfer student.   How are you doing? You adjusting all right?”  

Kevin Day was undeniably handsome.  He had the prettiest green eyes.  He was tall and muscular without being too intimidating.  However, the lack of intimidation factor may also be caused by the slightly anxious slightly constipated expression that never completely left his face.  

“Were you able to get your credits to transfer?”

He gave a noncommittal grunt.  

Well, let’s just say she didn’t need the lecture on how sleeping with your residents was an abuse of authority. Sam had many reasons not to find him attractive, starting with the face tattoo and ending with his shining personality.  

[schattenkiss]

Some drafts ✍🏻

‎I had some free time today and ended up doing a few simple sketches of the cul-de-sac kids.

‎While drawing, I started imagining random scenarios especially with Eddy.

‎In my mind, he spent years using Rogaine, and the result? A huge, dramatic pompadour 😂‎ Totally fits his ego, right?

‎No matter how many years pass, I’ll always see Ed as the cutest one. 🩷‎ He’ll forever carry that sweet innocence with him.

While sketching Nazz, the first idea that came to mind was that her hair had grown out, and she’d go for a layered cut.

‎But then I started wondering… would that take away from her iconic look? That classic bob is so much part of her charm. 💇‍♀️🤔

‎As for Sarah, I imagine her hair growing longer too.‎ By the time she’s a teenager, she’d easily become one of the prettiest girls in school. ✨💅‎ But... boys would probably still be terrified of her because of her fiery little attitude.

‎Jimmy, without a doubt, would have a major glow-up! ✨‎ After getting his braces off and growing a few inches taller, I can totally see him becoming a bit of a heartthrob — but without turning arrogant. 💖

‎He’d stay his sweet, delicate, and kind self, always hanging around with Sarah like he always did. 🌸

And Rolf… well, you know. He’d still be Rolf. 😅‎ But now with a breathtakingly strong physique, thanks to all those years of farm work. 💪🐄‎

I can totally picture him walking around town with one of his chickens as a pet. 🐔‎Seriously, just the thought of Rolf taking a chicken for a walk cracks me up.

‎‎Of course, they still deserve better drawings, and I’ll make sure to work on that as soon as my college break starts next month. ✍️✨

‎Also, part of the script for the KevEdd comic is almost done! I plan to start the illustrations as soon as my finals are over. 🎨📚

‎P.S.: I know I totally forgot about Johnny and Plank, but don’t worry awesome drawings of them are coming in the future! 😉

‎P.S.2: By the way, the drawings of Edd and Kevin are already up on my profile if you wanna check them out! 💙💚

END

‎

[chemzee]

How HPMA characters would do a 20 minutes PowerPoint presentation

aka silly idea 6734 please bear with me and remember it's just my own silly headcanons haha

Daniel: Probably most dull looking out of all of them, just a casual Times New Roman black on white with occasional pictures, no slide transitions. Has just enough info for a single slide, not too short, not too long, just a perfect amount, about maybe 10-12 slides, each idea properly separated. Probably memorized most of it but not all, does occasionally read from screen. So while not too visually interesting, it gets the point across well and to him it's probably more important than wasting time on making it pretty.

Ivy: she strikes me as someone who balances out the information and visual presentation, so I'd say Daniel's presentation but prettier and probably a little shorter, like 8 slides and probably has less info, but enough to explain the topic in question. Probably uses Arial or Calibri (wanted to use Dreaming Outloud but knows its not the best for such presentation) font and has the same transition on all slides. Probably picked a pretty design with pastel colors. Despite the fact she doesn't have a lot of text, she definitely does not remember it at all so she mostly reads it. I think she probably was planning on adding more pictures or transitions but forgot and only realized it the moment she has to make a presentation.

Lottie: definitely the most visually interesting one, she probably would spend A LOT of time on trying to make it look pretty. Uses different transitions but they all go well with the theme of the topic in question and they don't look obnoxious. The ideas are separated well, it has around 10 slides and each looks breathtaking, as she had customized almost everything herself,eather than leaving the design as it is. Uses different fonts for different categories of text, but main text is probably in Century Schoolbook. In terms of information, however, she'd either add too much or too little and she would often read the text on screen, but the prettiness of her presentation makes up for it.

Kevin: he strikes me as a kind of guy who would add TOO much info. He'd probably have to shrink it to font size 6-8 just so he could fit everything and has over 20 slides. Probably the kind of guy to have text on one slide and pictures on the other because he can't fit both on one. Unknown to God, memorized the entire text somehow but gets extremely nervous when presentating it, especially after seeing everyone's reactions to the unreadable wall of text.

Cassandra: she strikes me as a white on black person, probably uses fancy font styles as titles and Times New Roman or Baskerville as normal text. I'd say she's similar to Ivy in a way she balances out the information and the prettiness (I'd say hers is the second prettiest after Lottie's) but has more info than Ivy (around 10-12 slides) and she actually remembers her text almost by memory, so better and fancier Ivy.

Robyn: either did it in 5 minutes and has 7 slides max with minimum amount of info or she just staight up copy pasted a Wikipedia article, with links still attached. At least bothered with the way it looks and by that I mean she chose the random alternative style and random font that looked good enough and called it a day.

Frey Twins: Fisher most likely insisted on making it together with Colby, despite the latter wanting to do his own presentation. Surprisingly, they put in a lot of effort into it, they had put their heart and soul into every single slide. And by that I mean is that they created the worst monstrosity known to mankind, literally the worst looking presentation one would ever imagine. It's too bright, it has small comic sans orange text on red background, the images are squashed, oh and don't get me started on the effects. The transitions and animations take up about 90% of whole presentation, they used literally every known transition available and it's just one after the other. And worst part is? It's completely unoronic, they actually think it looks great.

[mightiermarvel]

Here's a snippet of the Shawn Michaels fic im working on <3 feedback welcome <3

The night started like any other night. Shawn was sitting in the hotel bar, nursing a cheap cocktail, when a pair of girls caught his eye. They had been giggling to themselves but paused for a moment as they noticed Shawn's glance. 

The shorter one of the two tapped the other on the shoulder, whispering something into her ear. She blushed and shook her head, but her friend grabbed her arm, dragging them over to the bar. 

She was beet red, squeaking out an apology as they sat down next to Shawn. 

"I'm so sorry, we were just at the show tonight and Kirsten" she shot a look at the now identified as Kirsten, "insisted on hanging out here until we saw someone we knew" 

Shawn chuckled, "Well I'm honored to make your acquaintance, so you're Kirsten" he flashed a smile her way but lingered his gaze on the woman sitting next to him, "And you are?" 

"Taylor" 

Well, Shawn thought Taylor was the prettiest girl he had seen all night. She had shoulder length, light brown hair, styled in a side part. Faint freckles dotted her skin, they looked cute paired with the blush that wouldn't leave her cheeks. Her eyes met his gaze, her blush contagious as Shawn felt his cheeks heat up in turn.

“You two don't strike me as the kinds of girls who go to wrestling shows, besides” He looked at Taylor again, “I would've noticed you in the crowd”

It was a half truth, honestly. Most of the time he barely paid attention to anything outside of the ring. A cute girl or guy may catch his eye every now and then, but he had a job to do. 

He did, however, come out at the beginning of tonight's show to cut a promo, and he did scan the crowd while he was talking, and he did in fact notice a cute girl a couple of rows back. He may have pointed her out to Kevin during their tag match later in the show, and clueless Kevin may have stared at her when Shawn pointed out said cute girl. Which she definitely reacted to, hard not to notice a seven foot tall man staring at you from a wrestling ring. 

Now, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure this girl was in fact Taylor, but he couldn’t remember another person catching his attention from the crowd. 

“We go to shows here and there, we just don’t normally sit too close to the ring” Taylor responded, “Though we got pretty close tonight, Kirsten managed to score some good seats”

Ah yeah, this was her. Kevin’s not going to believe it when he tells him tomorrow. 

Shawn ordered the three of them drinks, asking them questions and falling into easy conversation. Normally, he’d try to hurry it along, but honestly he was enjoying the company.

 A second round was ordered, and Shawn was noticeably paying more attention to Taylor as the night went on. Not that Kirsten wasn’t cute, it was just Shawn was glad when it became clear she was the wing woman of the two. It made him question whose idea it really was to hang out in this particular hotel bar, as Kirsten hadn’t shown much interest in him beyond friendly conversation. 

She nudged Taylor and whispered in her ear again, causing Taylor to take a good swig of her drink in response.

"Oh well look at the time!" Kirsten suddenly hopped off her seat, "I'll go ahead and call a cab, are you joining me?" 

Taylor turned her head towards Shawn.

"Am I?"

"I'll call you one in the morning."

[depressedhouseplant]

Just Fucking Write - Day 143

Prompt: Jumil fic where Hyunjae is a cliche surfer dude (thanks Sunwoo for the info that he was too big for his costume) & Juyeon watches him surf but is too shy to talk to him until a couple drinks at a party later…

Tags: None

A/N: This is a direct continuation of the previous entry

Hyunjae was never one for parties, but he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he had the chance to talk to the mystery boy, apparently named Juyeon, and didn’t take it. Kevin would absolutely tell Chanhee who would tell their entire friend group that Hyunjae didn’t show. So showing up to the party was the easier option.

”He’s in the kitchen,” Kevin informed Hyunjae when he arrived.

”You checked?” Hyunjae asked as Kevin handed him a drink.

”He’s hard to miss in this crowd,” Kevin replied. “Have fun.”

”Always,” Hyunjae huffed and walked toward the kitchen. Juyeon was in there just as Kevin said he was. He was leaning against the counter talking to another boy Hyunjae didn’t recognize, probably another Summer Boy. Juyeon looked over, saw Hyunjae and his eyes went wide, but he didn’t run away this time at least.

“I’m gonna freshen up my drink,” the boy Juyeon was talking to said and quickly left. Hyunjae took his spot in front of Juyeon.

”Hey, sorry about earlier at the pier. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Hyunjae,” he held out his hand.

”No, it’s fine. I probably shouldn’t be watching a total stranger like that. I’m Juyeon,” the boy replied, taking Hyunjae’s hand. His hand almost engulfed Hyunjae’s and Hyunjae didn’t think that he had tiny hands.

”Do you surf?” Hyunjae asked, trying not to spend too much time figuring out what else on him Juyeon’s hands might dwarf.

”No, I’m not really a fan of water. You’re really good, though,” Juyeon replied, taking a large sip of his drink as he let go of Hyunjae’s hand.

”Thanks, I’ve been surfing most of my life. I think I learned when I was like 7 or 8,” Hyunjae replied.

”That’s…that’s really impressive,” Juyeon said.

“I promise I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” Hyunjae teased.

”It’s not you. I’m just shy and kinda awkward, as you saw earlier. I don’t think most people would run away when a guy they have a crush on waved at them,” Juyeon froze like he just realized what he said. “I mean…”

”It’s okay,” Hyunjae laughed fondly. “I might have a crush on you, too.”

”Really?” Juyeon asked.

”It’s kinda hard not to when the prettiest boy I’ve seen in a long time is out every day to watch me surf,” Hyunjae told him.

”You think I’m pretty?” Juyeon stared at him. Hyunjae decided to take the risk and ran his thumb across Juyeon’s lower lip.

”I think you’re very pretty,” he said. “And if you’re up for it, I’d like to kiss you.”

”I am, I’m very much up for it,” Juyeon nodded, a slight flush on his cheeks. Hyunjae leaned in caging Juyeon between his arms as he pressed his lips on Juyeon’s. Juyeon somehow managed to put his drink on the counter behind him and rested his arms on Hyunjae’s shoulders. He kissed Hyunjae back, pulling Hyunjae closer to him. Hyunjae put his hands on Juyeon’s waist and lifted him onto the counter. Hyunjae vaguely registered someone making a lewd comment, but he didn’t care. Chanhee’s parties were known to get wild so a couple kissing in the kitchen was hardly anything of note.

”You’re strong,” Juyeon said when they finally parted.

”All that swimming I guess,” Hyunjae grinned up at him. Juyeon put his hand on Hyunjae’s bicep and squeezed.

“Nice,” he giggled a little.

”How much have you had to drink?” Hyunjae asked, not wanting to take advantage of Juyeon.

”Enough to not be shy about kissing a cute boy in a stranger’s kitchen,” Juyeon replied.

”If you promise,” Hyunjae poked his nose.

”I promise,” Juyeon pulled him in for another kiss. “Is there somewhere we can go that’s a little more private?”

”Well, I can’t guarantee we won’t be walked in on, but I did lose my virginity at one of Chanhee’s parties in high school so I know a few places,” Hyunjae told him. “Come on.”

Hyunjae helped Juyeon off the counter and down the hall. If anywhere was unoccupied, it would be one of the back bedrooms. Fortunately for them, all of them were open. Hyunjae led them into the first one and closed the door behind them. Juyeon flopped down on the bed and looked up at Hyunjae.

”So, I’ve never done this before,” Juyeon said.

”Done what? Sex?” Hyunjae started to panic.

”No, silly. I’ve never hooked up with someone I just met,” Juyeon made a face.

”Just making sure,” Hyunjae sat on the bed next to him.

”What about you?” Juyeon asked.

”I have hooked up with someone I just met. I’m surprised you don’t know my reputation around here if you know Kevin,” Hyunjae replied.

”Kevin did imply that you were…experienced,” Juyeon said.

”Something tells me he wasn’t that polite,” Hyunjae said.

”He called you a slut,” Juyeon told him.

”That sounds more like Kevin,” Hyunjae chuckled.

”So do you want to be my first hook up, Hyunjae? Add me as another one?” Juyeon rolled over and rested his chin on Hyunjae’s thigh.

”Honestly, I’d like for you to be more than a hook up,” Hyunjae replied.

“Really?” Juyeon sat up.

”Maybe I like the idea of someone watching me surf and he’s more than just a shy boy ogling my half naked body,” Hyunjae said, kissing Juyeon.

”Am I allowed to ogle your completely naked body?” Juyeon asked between kisses.

”You are,” Hyunjae confirmed.

”I like that,” Juyeon grinned at him.

[ericsprincess]

you’re like an oasis in front of my eyes PART 2

part 1

~~~

Finally, the day has ended. 

You sigh and sit down on the sand. The beach spot you picked is right on the last dry part, where the sea meets the beach and slow waves wash over the shore so you take off your shoes and socks and let your tired feet enjoy the coolness of the sea water. What a blissful feeling, to finally sit down after another day of hard work. The fish you caught in the morning are already cleaned and stored to be sold, your boat has been tidied up and docked, so when you finished all of your tasks, you headed off to your favorite spot at the small secluded lagoon. You definitely deserve a treat today.

The sun is already setting and after you spend some time just relaxing and enjoying the calmness of the sea, warmth of the sand and nice refreshing breeze, you grab the seashell pendant that you’ve been wearing for the past few months. You gently blow into it and it makes no sound, except for a low whisper and you lean back on your elbows and wait. 

In a minute, a head pops out far in the sea in front of you and you chuckle as you can see it looking around until it spots you, and disappears right away back under the water. 

There is a small ripple of water coming towards you and it ends in a few seconds when suddenly Hyunjae appears at the shore, trying to flop himself out of the water and next to you. It looks hilarious. 

“You really need to work on your seductive beaching technique,” you tease him, and he drops next to you, out of breath. He has some seaweed in his hair, so you lift your hand to take it off him. 

“Shut up Miss Just-Walk-Out, it’s really fucking hard, okay? It’s not like I’m supposed to do it and the rocks there are really sharp,” he groans. “I’m gonna ruin my scales if we don’t find a better spot without the rocks in the sand.” 

“Yeah, we can’t have that. I won’t be fucking you, if you’re not the prettiest fishy in the sea, right?” you mock him and poke his cheek. He feigns offense and reaches forward to splash some water back at you. 

“Speaking of,” he says. “Am I correct to assume you called me here for your weekly fish-fucking session?” he grins. And he is indeed correct. You had a long day and you thought you could unwind by spending some quality time with your favorite marine booty-call. 

This has become sort of a habit between you two. You summon him with the shell and he always arrives, exactly like he promised. Usually, you spend a few mutually very enjoyable hours with him, hidden in the lagoon, but it’s not a rule. Sometimes you’re too tired, so you just talk and enjoy each other's company. You talk about life on the ground, about your work, people you know and whatever you want to talk to, and he does the same. He seems very interested about how things work “up there” and also excited to share with you about his life under water. So now you also know random things like, not only mermaids but the sea witches also being real - and actually they are mostly friendly. (“Witches? Like, Ursula?” “Who? No, his name is Kevin.”). Sometimes, he brings you small gifts, usually random jewelry from various lost treasures or whatever tourists lost in the sea or some especially pretty shells. And you pay him back in little matchbox cars, since you’ve noticed he’s really fascinated by cars he sometimes sees on the beach or the road close to it (“They are like boats with legs!”). You always have a good time with Hyunjae. 

But today, you know you don’t want to just talk. “Yeah, that’s exactly why I called you,” you grin and he doesn’t waste time to turn to you and kiss you deeply. His hands roam around your body, unbuttoning your shirt while you reach under it and unclip your bra so you can shrug off both of them at once. Once he has free access to your tits, he immediately attaches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and licking while his hand plays with your other breast. You can feel yourself already getting wet so you take off your pants and let him push his hands inside your panties. He already knows your body too well and he knows you like being played with and fingered before you fuck. He rubs your clit gently, circles his fingers around it and you can’t help but whine a little. You already want his fingers inside, but he also knows that so he won’t give it to you this easily, just to annoy you. He keeps just gently touching, sometimes moving to touch around your opening but never pushing in and while it feels good and you know you eventually could come from this, it’s not what you want right now. But Hyunjae likes being annoying so he keeps doing it until you lose patience and pull on his hair roughly, making him unlatch from your nipple. 

“Come one, don’t be an asshole,” you whine. 

“Me? Never,” he laughs, but does indeed push his long and slender fingers inside. You love it so much, the combination of your tits being sucked and his fingers fucking you deep is something you will never get bored of. 

You touch him too, you’re grabbing his biceps and his back to feel his muscle, but eventually you have to pull him off you again, just so you can slide lower next to him on the sand. You kiss him once for good measure while you run your hands lower, down his body, where the scaled part begins. You smooth your hands down the scales gently, until you find the spot, where his crotch would be if he had legs like a human. It’s already a bit moist and you feel around it until you can sense the scales part and his cock unsheathes. 

This was so weird for you the first time he let it out, after spending an awkward couple of minutes to convince the ever-so-skeptical you that yes, he definitely has a cock. He does, and it was a really strange experience to see a vaguely human-looking cock appear from inside of a sheath under the scales. The color is different though, it has a teal tint, like his scales rather than the color of his skin and the tip of it is more ridged and pointy. It also self-lubricates and you’re really trying not to think about how it visually resembles a tentacle, because it still weirds you out a little. It does feel like a human cock though, and the size and thickness of it fills you up nicely, which usually makes you forget about any lingering weirdness. 

It even tastes good, you recall a particular memory in your mind and you know your ears just got red.

You run your hand over it and it gets even wetter - clearly, Hyunjae is also ready and impatient and he thrusts into your hand. You push him on his back and climb over him. You’re so horny, you don’t want to waste time anymore and with Hyunjae being on the shore, the options for the positions are limited - unless you would go fuck in the water inside the lagoon, having Hyunjae hold you both in the water while fucking into you relentlessly, making water splash around. 

You sit on his cock, taking a moment to let your body adjust and then you just lean forwards and start riding him, with your hands on his chest, groping his tits. Hyunjae grabs you by your waist and does his best to thrust upwards, even though it’s difficult for him. His tail slaps on the ground sometimes, living its own life as usual. Your knees are digging into the wet sand as you’re moving with quickening tempo and you’re getting exhausted but you can’t stop - the ridges feel so good inside you and the slide is impossibly wet - you can’t even tell if this much wetness is coming more from you or him. The squelching sound it makes should be disgusting but you love it and you know Hyunjae loves it too. 

“I’m close,” you’re getting out of breath, but you’re not stopping, trying to reach your climax soon. 

“Me too,” he whispers, pulling you down so he can kiss you deeply and pinch your nipple with one hand. He already knows it gets you to come immediately when you’re already this close and that’s exactly what happens now too - you’re coming and Hyunjae has to hold you tightly as you’re moving, so that you don’t fall off. He thrusts up few times and you feel everything getting even wetter as he comes into you with a moan, cock grinding deeper into you.

You continue to kiss as you come down from your orgasms, until you can’t hold yourself above him anymore and exhaustedly flop down next to him. He turns to you and looks into your eyes with an uncharacteristically soft look and kisses you once sweetly. You smile and cuddle up to him. The sun has already set down and the sea glitters under the night sky. 

~~~

Nothing. You frown. 

You blow into the shell once again. And wait. 

Nothing. 

You’re doing your best to not start to panic. Hyunjae never doesn’t come. 

Your mind is already running like a hamster in a wheel. Is he not interested anymore? Did something happen to him? 

But it’s all in vain. He’s not coming and you have no means to find out why. 

You pick up your stuff from the sand and get up to leave the lagoon. 

It was great while it lasted, you sigh. 

~~~

Few days later and Hyunjae is still on your mind. 

It’s not like you know any more information, you just keep thinking about it constantly. And you’re sad about how it ended. 

So you decide to go drown your sorrows in the local bar. 

You’re going strong, full moping mode, sitting alone behind the bard, a third glass of whiskey on ise in front of you, when someone taps on your shoulder. 

“Miss, the fish you ordered is here.” 

You turn around, already annoyed and ready to yell at anyone who dares to even talk to you, much less to crack some dumb jokes. 

You stop in surprise. 

Hyunjae. In full human glory. Standing. 

“What the fuck are you?” you whisper. 

“I think I have a d��ja vu, you should really work on your greetings,” he grins, and you snap out of your astonishment. You shake your head. 

“Shut up, smartass. Mind explaining all that?” you wave your hand vaguely at his legs. “And start with the disappearance,” you frown at him. You’re really happy to see him, but you don’t dare yet to truly believe it.

“Sorry about that. I wanted to surprise you, but it took longer than I expected. The bureaucracy is insane lately.. You also wouldn’t believe how many papers and permits you need for this. It also took some time until I got my legs, so that was a whole thing..” he scratches his head. 

“Actually, how did you even get those? I didn’t know it could be possible?” you ask out of curiosity. 

“Yeah so, like… I may have made a pact with Kevin..”

“The sea witch? Did you have to..trade anything?” you’re horrified. You know life is not like a Disney cartoon, but you still jump to this conclusion, however irrational it is. At least he has his voice still. You wonder what he might be missing now. 

“Yeah… I had to give up my matchbox collection. That jealous fucker had been eyeing them for so long, so you better get me some new ones. Oh. OH!” Hyunjae’s eyes suddenly glitter with excitement.  “Can I get a real one? Do you have any?” 

Oh no. 

“Can I try to drive it?” 

“Hyunjae..” 

“Can we fuck it it?” he asks loudly and you see people in the bar turning their heads to you two to look at the source of noise and inappropriate exclamations. 

You grab Hyunjae, who is grinning widely, fully aware he’s embarrassing you in front of strangers, by his arm and start dragging him out of the bar. 

You can’t even guess what kind of mess you’re getting yourself into, but you know one thing for sure - you will definitely not be bored with him. 

[sleepy-achilles]

"You know, only those two look related." Sean states. Shawn pauses mid pizza slice. "Who?" "Well sure, John and cassie have features from you but Leon? Leon and taker are the only two who look related." Sean explains. Kevin lifts his head. "Leon literally looks the most like them. He has shawns skin, freckles, eyes and hair. What are yo..." Kevin trails off as he looks down the table. "Okay, yeah I understand now" Shawn follows kevins gaze.

Taker and Leon are sat across each other, both looking dead. Leon has dark bags under his eyes that are normally covered by makeup, he looks sick, tired, dead. Taker is staring straight through Leon, he has lighter bags under his eyes, skin pale and body tired. Also making him look dead.

"Yeah..I get it now too" Shawn hums. Leon is the perfect mix of him and taker. And right now? He looks exactly like his father.

---------------------------------------------------------------------Notes

I found this lil draft.

I'm a big fan of tired looking men. And well

He looks prettiest when on deaths door, forever grateful I changed Leon's face claim back to jensen.

But I do what explore how vince 'whitewashes' superstars, I mean how he made roman wear blue contacts during the shield days. He does a similar thing with Leon. Leon is a texas boy who grew up outside. He's tan, freckled with bright eyes. He doesn't particularly scream demon or scary. But vince wants him to look like taker, so he makes Leon wear makeup which makes him look more like the images above, constantly making him sick.

It's that bad that fans don't even realise Leon's natural beauty until hunter tells Leon, 'yo you don't have to wear the makeup no more. Vinnie is gone.' And Leon just goes to a match, freckles out and all.

Edit- he still has his skeleton face paint. I just mean, when he's not in a wrestling match. The makeup hides the scar well enough. And by the time he's natural he isn't ashamed of it anymore anyways.