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currentloser · 1 month ago

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you're my good day

kwon ji-yong x reader

content warnings: none

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GD meets you as a part of production for Good Day, you two hit it off quickly and he quickly finds himself smitten with you.

( ao3 link )

Out of everything you could’ve expected out of your career, your manager reaching out to you and letting you know that G-Dragon had invited you to be a part of his TV show was a surprise. As a solo artist, you had struggled with the other groups to make your mark on the industry. The call was a dream come true, almost impossible to believe. Over the months before production, the wait was agonizing- but now, that day was finally here. Where you would finally meet him, and find out what your fated meeting would bloom into.

Given a while to prepare, you still couldn't help but check yourself yet again in the mirror before you headed out. You made sure your outfit didn't look silly, not a thread out of place… of course, double-checking the time again before rushing out to be sure. A part of the show was ‘pretending’ to run into you on the street, so you waited on the sidewalk, glancing warily at each passing car.

In the distance, a camera focused on you as the car, his car, finally showed itself amid the crowd of those driving by. The inconspicuous vehicle slowed to a stop in front of you, the back window pulling down as Ji-yong met your faze from inside. For a somewhat formal meeting, it was more than you could've expected on top of being invited in the first place.

“Ah, it's good to see you! Please, come in,” He spoke, his warm voice greeting you, tilting his head politely to motion you inside as well.

Despite the cameras filming the moment, the rest of the world managed to melt and blur as you focused on him. Feeling a flush come to your face from just that, you quickly sped around the back of the vehicle and joined in the seat, closing the door and buckling in.

The driver, silent until this moment, took a look at you from the rearview mirror, “You’re the idol that we had been planning to meet. Isn’t that right?”

Faced with Ji-yong’s driver, you nod politely before remembering you of course ought to speak, “Right, that’s me. It's very good to meet you.”

Beside you, Ji-yong perked up and bowed, that familiar 90-degree out of politeness even sitting before returning his gaze to you, “Hearing about your career, I couldn't help but be impressed with your work. I was so excited when I managed to invite you here.”

His voice was light and still so charming, tugging on a silly bunny hat he wore and pressing it up to hide behind as he spoke to you. How nervous he seemed to be in your presence was as charming as it was to have someone of such notoriety take interest in yourself.

Your heart raced as you tried to process his words. G-Dragon, the icon of K-pop, was impressed by your work. It seemed surreal.

"Thank you so much," you managed to say, your voice slightly trembling. "I'm honored to be here. Your music has been a huge inspiration to me."

Ji-yong's eyes crinkled as he smiled, lowering the bunny hat slightly. "That means a lot to hear. I've always believed in supporting fellow artists, especially those who are working hard to make their mark."

The car glided smoothly through the streets as you chatted, the initial nervousness slowly melting away.

"Let's speak casually now? So, tell me," Ji-yong asked, glancing over with a curious smile, "what's your creative process like?"

"It’s a bit chaotic, to be honest," you replied, chuckling. "I need my space, but once I get into the zone, it's like everything just clicks. What about you? How do you tackle your projects?"

Ji-yong nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. For me, it's all about finding the right inspiration. Sometimes it hits me at the most random moments.”

He then leaned closer, his tone sincere. "What about your struggles as a solo artist? I can relate as I’ve started my own, it can be challenging."

You sighed, "Yeah, it can be. There's pressure to always do more, and be more. But it's also rewarding seeing your vision come to life.

"And your hopes for the future?" he prompted, leaning forward slightly in his seat. All of his attention was on you, his eyes flickering from your own over your face. The man in front of you was taking all of you in, happy to learn more from you.

"Honestly, I just want to keep growing, keep making music that resonates," you answered, feeling more at ease with his encouragement.

Ji-yong grinned, adding a playful note, "And maybe a world tour someday?"

You laughed, now it sounded so far away- only hosting concerts in Korea from going across the globe, "That would be amazing, we’ll see where the journey takes us."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, making the drive feel like a shared adventure. Outside, the nature and buildings of Seoul sped past in a matter of moments.

“We’re finally here,” Ji-yong nodded, motioning outside of the car as it pulled to a stop in front of a small cafe, “Wait a moment for me.”

Curious, you sat back as he exited the seat. You were still buzzing from the excitement of the conversation, willing your hands to be still and watching as the driver left as well. For a moment you were left alone in the backseat, undoing your buckle and briefly considering leaving on your own altogether.

As long as it felt, the moment cut short with the sound of the door beside you opening and Ji-yong smiling from the other side of it. It seemed even after familiarizing himself, he couldn’t help but be a gentleman. There was a faint pink flush on his cheeks, though perhaps you were imagining it…

“Ah, thank you,” You smile, stepping out of your seat and joining him on the sidewalk.

The crowd luckily didn't seem to notice the celebrity dressed as he was, and you two were quick to step inside the building before anyone could see the two of you. The inside of the cafe was modern yet felt like stepping into home at the same time. Stepping ahead of you, Ji-yong walked with a noticeable spring in his step and claimed a table, patting it to motion you to sit in front of him with a small grin.

Joining from the other side, you couldn't help but look around and marvel at how this almost felt like a date. Even knowing beforehand the two of you would meet to eat together as you spoke of his plans didn't stop how exhilarating it felt. From in front of you, the rapper fiddled with his rings and kept sneaking glances at you from behind his sunglasses. As you met his gaze, he was quick to look away and play it off as cool as he was able to.

His false nature of seeming cool and being so excited to meet you was his charm, smoothing over a menu to you and reciting his order without needing to look. Overwhelmed by it all, you repeat his order and slide it away. It was possible to make sense of the letters with him in front of you, looking at you expectantly and tugging at his hat.

“Right, I’ve been dragging you along for a while now,” he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as your steaming cups of tea were set down before you. Steam floated off the ceramic and curled into the air, a warm atmosphere created between the two of you.

You blew gently across the surface of your tea, the anticipation bubbling inside you as you took a sip. The rich, refreshing flavor was a perfect treat to ease your nerves as you waited for him to continue.

“Every year, Korea used to host this incredible event where artists gathered to collaborate and celebrate through music. But lately, they haven't had an opportunity to host it,” he explained, taking a moment to savor his cup. You could see a flicker of excitement in his eyes, though the nervous fidgeting betrayed his eagerness. “So, I’ve been thinking...what if I host my event, with you as one of the featured artists?”

Your heart raced as your eyes widened, almost losing your grip on your tea. You barely managed to hold back from a spit-take aimed towards your favorite artist. It felt almost unreal, even though you’d secretly been dreaming of an invitation like this. An opportunity for your career and to bring people together once again. The thought of being closer to him and celebrating your passions together sent a thrill coursing through you.

“I-I… wow, I’d love that!” you chuckled, scrambling to find the right words. You could see the spark of excitement in his eyes as he leaned in closer, a warm smile endearing you further.

“Then, I’m looking forward to working with you!” Ji-yong declared, and at that moment, amidst the cameras and crew, it felt like it was just the two of you.

Still struggling with how to celebrate, you set your drink down and glance at the cameras keeping their focus on the two of you. Peering down, you can’t help but notice your hands are shaking. Your brief break in attention was of course noticed by the artist, a view of cutely done nail polish entering your vision.

Not far from yours, Ji-yong reached out to you. Nearly holding onto you.

“Hold on, just a moment, won’t you?” He spoke, and just like that the hands in your vision disappeared.

Looking up, you got to catch a peak of him sneaking off into the back of the cafe. Chuckling shakily, you glance into the camera as he scampered off. A moment of silence hung in the air, leaving you with the buzzing realization of the opportunity laid out to you. Even if you knew it would be a large production, you tried to tell yourself not to expect too much-

It was still him, and he was still interested in you. The anticipation building up to the event would surely drive you mad, not to mention how he'd strung you along for it. Yet, somehow you couldn't be upset or let it bother you.

Tapping the table with a hint of impatience, you found your attention drifting toward the window, each passing moment stretching further as you waited for his return. The world outside was shrouded in a gentle haze. It had just rained, and a foggy and moody atmosphere took over the outside world. Then, amidst the indistinct shapes and colors, you suddenly spotted him. His figure was too recognizable, his cap pushed over his brow, and his scarf wrapped around tied underneath his chin. Though of course it wasn't that to distract you, it was what he held.

In his hands, he clutched his phone, aiming it toward you with a playful glint in his eye. A scoff escaped your lips as you threw your head back, trying to avoid his pictures. Curiosity consumed you, though, so you couldn't help but return your faze toward him, an accusatory glance at him.

A gleeful smile danced on his lips as he reveled in your playful struggle to escape his impromptu photoshoot. Unable to contain himself, he waved at you before his hand returned to his phone. He tapped it again, capturing yet another picture of you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you nodded your head to beckon him back inside. With a comedic bow, he ducked through the door, holding up his phone toward you proudly as he re-entered.

The screen was illuminated with Instagram, and you couldn't help but gaze at the image displayed- there you were, poised at the table, caught in the act of waiting for him to come back. Practically at the edge of your seat. Was it that easy to read how desperate you were? The sight made your cheeks flush; he was giving his followers a sneak peek, though tagging you in a candid shot almost felt too intimate.

“Oh, you like to tease me, don’t you?” you chuckled, leaning back and pulling out your phone as a playful means of revenge, a smirk curling on your lips.

Caught off guard but not resisting, Ji-yong leaned closer, his grin widening as you lifted your camera, framing the perfect shot of the two of you. He flashed a peace sign, his infectious smile lighting up the space between you. His warmth radiated even through the layers of fabric. The little contact sent electrifying sparks through you.

Just as you snapped the picture, your face scrunched in the middle of a blink, Ji-yong grabbed up the phone from you. "Let’s share this one,” he teased, already preparing to post the image before you could process how silly you must have looked. The moment your eyes adjusted to the screen, you caught sight of your expression. It almost resembled the middle of a sneeze while the man beside you got to look cool and cute all at once. Embarrassment washed over you, and beside you, Ji-yong erupted into a soft giggle. He leaned against you, his head nuzzling into your shoulder like a playful cat.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist!” he apologized as he finally managed to calm himself back down, swiping a hand across his face to catch the little budding tears of joy from the moment.

Pouting slightly, you decided it was time for a little payback. You pushed your phone into his hands, a playful glimmer in your eye. “Then to make up for it, you owe me your phone number as compensation.”

It was almost a shot in the dark, playing your luck to the man next to you. If he'd be allowed to embarrass you, then he ought to pay you back. A moment of doubt hung as you worried it might've even been too forward. At this, Ji-yong’s expression shifted, an eyebrow raised in a teasing challenge as he opened your contacts, ready to add his information. “And after I do, you’ll forgive me, then?” he teased further, typing for a moment before handing the phone back to you, a twinkle of mischief lingering in his gaze.

Your heart raced as you glanced at the screen, realizing it was indeed his number- charmingly labeled as ‘Ji-yong 💛’. You hastily covered the phone’s screen with your hand, glancing nervously around to make sure nobody had captured the moment. The cameras around didn't seem to notice yet, thankfully. A wild look escaped you, wide eyes sent his way as you struggled to appear casual… His grin widened, and you noticed how his previous nervousness had vanished, leaving behind a bold confidence that palpably radiated from him.

He’d even added a heart beside his name!

Dazed by the sudden rush of emotions, you nodded slowly, excitement bubbling underneath as you squeezed your phone tightly in your grip, “Fine, I forgive you.”

“Perhaps you were acting so nervous to shock me, hm?” You tease him, slipping your phone into your pocket safely.

Ji-yong leaned back, “Maybe. It has been so good meeting you. I'll call later, so you can be sure its me.

Standing from the table, it was a regret to remember of course your encounter would come to a close. But with the promise of being contacted again, and your future group project? It was only a future excitement waiting to happen.

Standing up to bow, you nod as you see him off, “Thank you so much for meeting me, you can count me in.”

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itsriabby · 7 days ago

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Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 2)

“Bob Ross over here”

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Plot: When Steve meets his beloved makeup artist’s replacement, he swears it’s hate at first sight. But… is there truly such a thing?

Trope: enemies x lovers

Warnings: Mention of family trauma.

Helloooo! Thank you so much for the love on part one! Since you asked to make this a series, your wishes are my command. ;) Hope you like it!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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“You’re a magician babe, I look bad as fuck!” Eddie exclaims excitedly, checking himself out in the mirror while posing. They were filming very action-filled scenes this week, so you had to do a couple bruises and cuts on Eddie’s face. Let’s say he liked the results.

“Right? You’re looking too hot Eds, you should get beaten up more often.” You nod to him, jokingly fanning your face.

“Gladly, if you do the honors.” He raises his eyebrows flirtatiously.

“I don’t know.” You shrug “I can’t fathom harming your beautiful face.” You smile at him, giggling a little.

“Oh babe, I would so enjoy it if it came from you.” He switched to a seductive voice, holding in his laughter.

“I’m gonna throw up.” Steve mutters, sitting on his phone in the corner of the room.

It’s been a couple weeks since filming began, and if one thing’s for certain, it’s the fact that Steve and you hate each other.

After that amazing first impression, you tried to be the better person and let it go. But Steve didn’t do the same. He started doing little things to piss you off; things like talking on the phone the whole time and moving excessively, pointing out non-existent errors (“you missed a spot here”,”you made me look too pale”,”actually, I liked it better before, change it”…) and being extremely late on purpose so you’d have to rush and do it in 10 minutes. It was making you go crazy.

So, you decided to inconvenience him just as much. You took the cushion off his chair, made sure to poke him in the eye a couple times, blended his makeup excessively hard, turned the air conditioner too cold, dropped his phone and belongings off your desk “by accident” because they’re in the way… It was a full on war now.

The quips and rude talking continued, not even trying to conceal it in front of other castmates. It was a known fact: Filming starts at 9 am, you come with your lines learned, Steve and you can’t stand each other.

Eddie was a pleasant surprise. He had joined the cast as a new character, and you immediately hit it off. He loves joking around and play flirting with you, and to be honest, you’re thankful for the lightness and fun he brings to the trailer.

“If I see vomit on the floor, you’re cleaning the whole thing with a toothbrush.” You harden your voice, making sure he hears it.

“Sure, why don’t you lend me yours?” He smiles sarcastically.

“Oh, you don’t own one? My bad, I assumed you did basic hygiene.” You return the same fake smile.

He rolls his eyes, falling back on the chair “You know I do, I see you getting unnecessarily close to me. You have a smell kink or something?”

You narrow your eyes “Nah, I’ve become accustomed to your odor, I can even stand it now.” You put your hands on your hips, like you’re proud of yourself.

“Haha.” he singsongs, visibly upset by you saying that, as if his bathroom isn’t filled with multiple scented products, 10-steps-routines, and a vast collection of colognes (he’s still trying to find his signature fragrance, ok?) “Her obsession is becoming a problem Munson, she’s just so in love with me.” He smirks, raising his eyebrows cockily.

Eddie puts his hands up in surrender and looks away, as if not wanting to take part in this whole situation.

You frown, offended “I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, Steven.”

“How many times do I have to say my name’s not fucking Steven!” He throws his hands in the air.

“You know, I’d love to keep watching you guys fight, but Frankie has to do my hair, so I’ll leave you to it.” Eddie stands up from his chair and does a soldier salute.

“C’mon man, do I seriously have to be alone with her?” Steve pleads to him.

“Yup, I’ll give you that privilege.” Eddie winks at you and turns around to leave.

“Lucky me.” You mutter under your breath.

“I heard that!”

“That was the point.” You roll your eyes.

The trailer is filled with tense silence as soon as Eddie leaves. It’s been two weeks now filled with conversations like these. Most times you enjoy making him mad, it’s fun, and you have to admit it makes you feel alive. But it’s in times like these that you realize how little you know about each other, and how unbearable it feels to sit in quiet resentment, wondering what the next issue will be.

You’re putting concealer on his dark under eyes when he starts to scoff.

“What?” You spit.

He shrugs “That’s not how Angela did it.”

You step back and look at him with desdain “Well that’s too bad, cause she’s not your makeup artist, I am.”

“Trust me I know, I pray for you to get fired everyday..” he clenched his jaw, still not looking at you.

“What a coincidence! I pray for your character to get killed off, so we’re even.” You keep tapping the brush aggressively on his face.

He looks up at you, frowning, and grabs your wrist, taking your brush off of him “What is your problem?”

“My problem?” You raise your eyebrows incredulously “What’s YOUR problem? You started this with your “oh my dear Angela got sent home and they brought this ugly skank in her place” shit.”.

“Ok, first, I never said you were ugly, second, I said I was sorry for insinuating you slept your way here. Get over it.” He stated, signaling the one and two with his fingers.

He’s so fucking smug. You roll your eyes.

You were about to make another remark when you step back a second, remembering what he said. A slow smirk takes ahold of your face, and you point an accusatory finger at him “You think I’m pretty?”

He looks taken aback by your reaction, letting his hands fall to his thighs “That’s what you take from what I said?”

He looks annoyed, looking at you like you’re something he’d rather get rid off quickly. He raised a hand to point at your brush, and before you can say anything, he beats you to it “Whatever, just finish already so I can be gone.”

You poke your tongue into your cheek, a little butthurt that he didn’t play along with the rouse, and a little insecure that he didn’t answer your question “Yeah, ok.” You mutter.

The hateful banter bubble has popped, and now you stay quiet, the air feeling uncomfortable. You keep your eyes focused on your brush strokes, and Steve subtly looks at your face, trying to read you. He starts moving his leg up and down, and his hands grip the arms of the chair. He’s thinking of speaking when your phone goes off.

You frown, like you shouldn’t be getting that call, and quickly drop the brush on the table, muttering a soft “sorry” and beelining for your purse.

Steve can see your face dropping when you see who’s calling you, then you make a gesture to him as if asking him to wait one minute. He nods. “Mum? What’s wrong?” You whisper into the phone, trying to keep your voice low. “It’s- mum, no just- just lay down. I’ll be there before you know it.” You rub your forehead in a stressed manner, clenching and unclenching your first. It’s something Steve used to do when he talked to his parents too, one thing you seem to have in common. “Mom I’m at work I have to- I- yeah… I know mom.” Your shoulders drop “I’m hanging up ok? I’ll talk to you later.” He can still hear the faint muffled talking when you cut the line.

You go back to work, while Steve looks at you worriedly. The fight, passion and sass you usually sport has been drained out of you, and he doesn’t get why it bothers him so much.

He lightly taps your arm, trying to make you feel better in a way but not knowing how, since you both don’t really do this kinda stuff “Um, are you… are you ok?”

Your stare falls to his eyes, taking in his troubled expression. You shake off your uneasiness and try to put on a normal face “I’m good.”

“You sure?”

You hum your affirmation, still not looking at him.

He gets a little closer to inspect your face, and after a couple seconds he leans back and takes your hands, lowering them and holding them gently in his “Hey it’s still early, maybe you could… I don’t mind if you take a break, you know?” He looks briefly at the clock in the wall and looks back at you empathetically, giving you a tight smile.

You scowl at him, taking your hands away and letting his fall on his lap “Don’t pity me.”

You hate when this happens, he doesn’t even know the situation and he already feels bad for you. You’re supposed to be professional, you’re young for this job as it is, you don’t want to seen like a little kid that has to take “breaks” in between her already short work hours. You need to be taken seriously, you need to be looked at as an adult competent enough to do this job.

“Woah- I don’t-“ he holds his hands up in surrender, trying to explain but you cut him off.

“I am perfectly capable of doing this in the scheduled time.” You glower, rushing to pick up more product to work on him.

“I never said you weren’t.”

“But you implied it.” You raise your eyebrows, finishing with the base and getting the eyeshadow palette to make his skin look a little dirtier.

“No I didn’t! I just- geez I just wanted to be nice for a second, It won’t happen again… God.” He mutters the last part, exhaling loudly.

You clench your jaw and stay quiet for a second. He has a point.

You speak under your breath, not wanting to say he was right “Maybe I overreacted a little.”

“You think?” He breaks into a small smile, and neither of you speak after that, letting you get your work done.

After 5 more minutes of him looking at you or resting his eyes while you put his makeup on, you speak softly “That’s all.”

You step back, letting him look at himself in the mirror, checking out the results. He nods and gives you a polite smile “Thanks.”

You return it “Don’t thank me, I get paid for this.”

He scoffs at your joke, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’ve been told.”

He stands up, dusting his jeans off the specks of setting powder that might’ve fallen before “Well… I’ll see you tomorrow.”.

You nod “See you tomorrow.” He does an awkward wave goodbye and turns to leave “Oh, and Steven?”

“My name’s not-“ Sigh “What?”

You try to stifle your smile “Your fly is open.”

His eyes go big and he panic checks himself, quickly reaching for the zipper of his jeans. His face turns into a scowl when he sees you were taking a piss out of him “You think you’re so funny…”

“I know I am.” You giggle “Goodbye Steven.” You usher him out.

He rolls his eyes but lets a tiny smile slip out “Sure, whatever.”

He’s gone before you know it. A genuine smile comes to your face, and you hate the fact that you can’t hold it in.

This doesn’t mean you like him, it doesn’t even mean you tolerate him, not in the slightest. But… maybe he’s not that bad.

Like a Peace treaty… for now at least.

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The Peace treaty is out the fucking window.

“Give. It. Back.”

“No.”

“I swear to God, If that thing is not on my palm in the next three seconds…” You hold your hand out, pinching between your eyes in exasperation.

“It won’t be until you admit that I’m a good actor!” Steve holds your phone above both of you, his arm straight so there’s no way you can reach it.

Steve and you getting along barely lasted a day. Before you knew it, you both found new ways to bring chaos into the trailer again. You guess that’s just how it’s always gonna be with both of you.

“I mean, you’re here aren’t you?” You wave around to signal the set they’re in.

“That’s not- that doesn’t mean anything!”

“I don’t know Steve, maybe you’re blowing this out of proportion.” Robin shrugs, happily eating your bag of salted almonds.

You’ve become pretty good friends with Robin. She’s alone most of the time she has to be here, so one day you saw her eating alone and invited her to eat with you. She hasn’t left your side since.

When Steve said you can’t get rid of her, he really meant it. She follows you everywhere when Steve’s away, and even when he is, she usually takes your side, which makes you like her even more than you already do. She gets your humor, and she also gets the way young women are treated in here, so it’s not a surprise that you bonded over bad-mouthing certain creepy producers. It’s nice to have a girl friend here. You didn’t know you needed one so much.

“What?” His eyebrows scrunch and he looks at Robin like she betrayed him “Robs! Bob Ross over here said I was a telenovela actor, I’m not a telenovela actor!”

“Alright, alright… Calm your tits Steven it was just a joke.” You try to take the phone out of his hand while he’s not looking, but still, no luck.

“It’s not a joke, it’s an insult to my work.” His shoulders slump while he still keeps your phone high up. You can hear a sad tone on his voice.

Robin looks pitiful now, stopping her chomp on your food to give you a “fix it” look.

Ok, maybe it was a sensitive subject.

You cross your arms taking a deep breath “You’re a good actor.” You mutter in one tone, giving in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’ll be upset by my comment”.

He raises an eyebrow.

“I mean, I knew you’d be upset, but I was hoping towards a passive aggressive talk back, not for you to go all sad puppy.” You look around, trying to avoid his gaze.

He smiles a little connivingly and drops his hands down, handing you your phone “See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“Don’t push it” you give him a pointed look, and he nods with a tight-lipped smile.

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You’re packing up your things a couple days later when you hear knocks on the trailer’s door.

“Cleaning lady!”

You smile recognizing the voice, even in its high-pitched form “Come in Eddie.”

He opens the door, walking in that laid back attitude he always has. Robin walks behind, rushing around him to sit next to you. A couple meters away, Steve slowly steps into the room.

“So,” Eddie claps his hands together, looking at you with an all-knowing smirk “We have a proposition.”

You raise your eyebrows skeptically “I love you Eds, but if this is you asking me to have an orgy with you guys, I’m gonna have to pass.”

He cackles at your response, shaking his head no “Damn babe, you really know how to let me down… But no, it’s not that. I got tickets to a very limited, very exclusive party in the valley tomorrow night, and you’re coming with us.” He makes a little dance, grinning from ear to ear.

Robin nods enthusiastically beside you.

You give them a fake smile “I don’t know guys, I’d love to but I’m not sure I’ll have the time.” Truly you did have the time, but you were worried about leaving your mom home alone. Your depressed, alcohol-dependent, messed-up mom.

It’s not something you talk about a lot, plus you hadn’t really made any friends in the city until now, so it hadn’t been an issue until today.

But you need to keep these friends, and telling them the extent of your family trauma is not really the best way to make them think you’re cool.

“Bffff, of course you do!” Eddie pushes your shoulder softly “C’mon, you just have to get all dolled up for me, and I’ll pick you up from wherever.”

You silently think about it, maybe one night away won’t make much of a difference.

“Pleaseeeeeee, you can’t leave me alone with these pigs.” Robin jokes about Eddie and Steve, the last one looking at you, also waiting on your answer.

He’s got his hands in his pockets. It’s like he’s trying to make it seem like he couldn’t care less, but you can see the way he’s staring. Does he want you to say yes?

Do you want him to want you to say yes?

You do. Why?

You surprise yourself with the answer “Sure, alright I’ll go.”

Eddie picks you up in a bear hug, and Robin takes you from him to hold you too, jumping around and babbling excitedly non-stop about how fun you’re gonna have and how long it’s been since she’s gone to a party like this.

Lifting your stare from Robin’s shoulder, you meet Steve’s eyes. He notices and nods at you, smiling genuinely.

You return it, and nod slightly to Robin, making a face as if saying “She’s a little crazy.”

He chuckles softly and shrugs his shoulders, raising his eyebrows as if saying “What can we do?”

And it’s in this moment, you think Steve Harrington is rubbing off on you. He’s still insufferable, don’t get me wrong, but… maybe, just maybe, you could get used to it.

At the same time, Steve stares at you thinking the same thing, wondering if maybe the warm feeling inside him is a signal of a blooming friendship.

Well, he’ll see just what that feeling is the following night, in that extravagant party, where he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you, you and the guy shamelessly flirting with you.

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writing-mlm · 10 months ago

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Hiii, can we please have more college!damian x male reader? Like a scenario where damian loves to draw reader but reader doesn't know this? Maybe friends to lovers? Idk your pick. The artist and his muse type of thing. Also, i LIVE for soft damian on this blog ong.

Forever my Muse

Summary: Damian has his finals coming up and he wants you to join-- at least that's his excuse to get you into the art venue. An artist needs their muse and for some reason, most of Damian's drawings include you in, naturally, he could fill museums with drawings of you. Pairing: Damian Wayne x Male reader WC: 5.8k

Dust-covered fingers were always something you had associated with Damian. Graphite, charcoal, pastels— anything he used to draw or even paint would inevitably stain his hands. It wasn’t intentional, and neither were the fingerprints he left on your stuff, or the paint you could never remove from your favorite sweater, but that didn’t stop him from apologizing. From buying you cleaning products and a new sweater; never mind it has never been worn in the year you’ve had it, Damian felt terribly sorry whenever he felt he’d stained something of yours.

But never sorry enough to show you his drawings.

You’d ask, you’d beg, but he would never give in. He’d show you when he was done, sure. You’d see the finished still-life drawings of whatever object had been in the line of sight, the paintings he’d done of his pets whenever he missed them, and the random sketches he did to loosen his wrist. But, damn, sometimes you wanted to see an unfinished drawing that wasn’t a warm-up.

Even now, as the two of you are on the campus bus heading towards the music hall, he’s drawing. Sitting across from you on the bus, Damian easily adjusts himself to the movements of the bus as it jerks to a stop. He’s nice like that, you’ve never caught him off guard, he’s never fallen or stumbled in the time you’ve known him.

Studying him, you wonder if he’s naturally so agile. You’ve seen him in your dorm's gym, during all-nighters you can sometimes see him running around campus, and once you had caught him doing one of those athletic challenges for some guy's video. He won. Of course.

The bus comes to a complete stop and you look away, double-checking that it wasn’t your stop. It wasn’t. You knew that. But still. The need to check was far too great and you slipped back into a conversation with Damian. Only this time, you’re looking down at your phone to double-check the event and his eyes switch from staring at his sketch to staring at you.

His eyes flicker between you and his drawing, erasing and adding lines where needed. He catches your eyes traveling up and he looks back down, working from memory as you start up a new conversation.

Eventually, the bus reaches your stop and he carefully closes his book; he always worries he’d smudge his art, while he follows you out of the bus.

It’s the end of the semester, ergo, it’s finals week. And for one of your music finals, everyone was to prepare a song and perform it. Truthfully, Damian doesn’t understand why you’d picked him to accompany you. He knows he’s not the best comfort, his demeanor often being the reason people don’t stick around too long.

But, you reassured him. Telling him that his presence was more than enough for you. Knowing that he was somewhere in the crowd calms you down more than you ever cared to admit.

The walk to the music hall isn’t short, but you can see the large building in the distance. The size is daunting on you as you see the crowd forming at the entrance. People aren’t allowed inside yet, but performers and their guests can head inside before anyone else.

“I’m nervous,” You admit, wiping your hands on your shirt. “What if I fail?” You mutter, your eyes desperately searching to find solace in his green eyes.

“You’ll do as you’ve always done,” He nods, looking ahead as you approach the building. “Exceptionally.” His sketchbook bumps against your folder of sheet music and you sigh through your nose, trying to calm down.

“I’m so gonna choke,” Seeing your reflection in the glass, you feel as if you’d forgotten everything you learned. Every lesson, every mistake you fixed and learned from, the late-night practice performances with your friends. The song you’d composed nearly slips from your mind as you see yourself, walking in that suit and tie you’d worn several years ago. All of it left your mind and you felt like a beginner again. What even was a solfège?

“I'm trained in CPR.” He opens the door for you and gently encourages you inside, his fingers grazing your back. “You weren’t nearly as nervous for your accounting finals.” He notes, falling back into step with you.

That’s another thing. Maybe that’s why you were so stressed. Double majoring was hellish. Twice the finals, quadruple the headaches.

“Those were tests,” You scowl, showing the security your campus ID. “I’m going to be performing a live concert in front of nearly a thousand people. I cannot fuck this up, Damian. This is going to be posted for everyone to watch, too,” You ramble on.

“Which you’ve done before, no?” He presses the elevator button and your heart hammers. You swear you’re going to pass out. He notices, of course, he does, and digs in his bag to find the fidget cube he keeps in there.

“I have— thank you,” Taking the cube, he nods. “It’s just… I don’t know. Tests suck.” Rolling your thumb along the metal ball on one side of the cube, you stare at the numbers as they slowly tick down to the first floor.

“That’s true,” He steps inside the elevator and you follow suit. “But you’ve made it thus far, you can go further.” He squeezes your shoulder as the doors close. There’s a silence in the elevator as it goes up to the second floor where you see your teacher waiting at the door to the waiting room, talking to a pair of students.

“I can,” You affirm, dipping your head down as you smile.

“You will.”

—

You’re fifth in line to perform, watching a singer, dancer, another other pianist, and an opera singer go on before you go on did absolutely jack shit to help you. As you’re announced, you step onto the stage and try your best not to accept that there were thousands of eyes on you. Instead, you smile and wave as you walk across that large stage. Desperately looking for Damian in the sea of people.

He’s in the front, right in front of where you could see when you glance up from the piano, you find out as you’re standing next to the piano seat.

Damian’s eyes don’t leave yours, making eye contact with you as you fiddle with the buttons of your coat. He motions for you to stop and then does a breathe in breathe out motion with the same hand. Nodding, you blink away from him and hold your hands behind your back. Focusing on your breathing, you listen to the teacher as you’re done being introduced.

The applause settles as you bow in, take a seat, and flip the page where your music sheet is. Slowly, you start. As a general music major, you weren’t restricted to just playing the piano. As emphasized by the microphone taped to your cheek.

You aren’t the strongest singer by any means, you’re good for singing in the shower or on drives but you doubt you’d actually make a career off of your voice. What you hope will carry you is the piano, as you press each key your eyes flicker to Damian. He’s attentive, a smile on his face as you perform.

Testing the waters, you glance at the people around him and they seem… pleased. Happy. Moved, even. You grin and return to staring at the sheet music. All of the notes flood back to you as you reach the last bit of the song, your eyes closing as your voice reaches a peak, holding a note. Then it’s just the piano, your voice echoing in everyone’s mind as the notes get slower and slower until you end it.

Applause fills the hall and you stand up, taking a bow. Standing there, even if only for a moment, you can’t imagine why you’d been so nervous.

Collecting your sheet music, you exit the stage and hand the mic to the stage tech before leaving.

When you’re nearing the exit, you spot Damian holding a bouquet of flowers.

“When did you have the time to get these?” You laugh as he hands them to you. His eyes merely twinkle, refusing to give up one of his many secrets. “Thank you, they’re dope.”

“You did it,” Damian reminds you as the two of you exit the building.

“I did! Ugh!” Grabbing his shoulder with your free hand, you give him a little shake. “Thank you so much, you’re honestly the best. Was it good?” Falling into step with him, Damian doesn’t bother to fix his shirt. It’s hardly even moved, but you know he was detail-oriented in stuff like that. Hell, he hates it when he messes with his clothes.

“It was mesmerizing.” He promises. “I do believe the woman behind me was crying.” Grinning, you stand at the bus stop, suddenly buzzing with excitement. Wanting to do it again, you start to imagine creating your own side business. Wedding musician, you can see it now.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” He avoids looking at you as he’s speaking. A rare occurrence on his part. But he does his best to look at you after building the courage. “I have an art showing next week. I understand the notice is short and you’re—“

“Send me the details.” You grin. His shoulders drop and he nods, clearly more relaxed. “I hope the attire is fancy. I got this fancy turtleneck I’ve been wanting to wear and slacks from my high school graduation just waiting to be worn!”

—

With all of your finals out of the way, you finally had time to start removing the items from your dorm. One by one you removed posters and trinkets scattered across your end of the room. Pack your clothes into boxes, and save for enough outfits to get you through your two weeks left on campus.

Damian was held up from finishing his art showing, unable to see you in person but he was more than happy with a Facetime call. With both your laptops placed in a space away from disturbing you, the two of you worked on your tasks.

“I do need to be at the showing two hours early,” He tells you as you’re dragging the anti-suicide chairs to the closet, trying to see the top shelf. “But I’ll have arrangements to bring you to the venue.”

“And my outfit is okay?” You ask, the chair wobbling as you stand on it. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. But hey, you’re not the one who installed a closet tall enough that only Shaq could see the top. “Because I can always swap out the turtle neck for a green button down— the silk one that Maddison made,” Always gave a fashion designer friend. She had used you as a model for of her projects a couple of months ago and with your measurements being unique to you, let you have it after she’d gotten her grade.

“The button-down would be better suited,” He nods, leaning close to his painting before adding a tiny stroke. “The turtleneck is a little… on the nose.” Leaning back, he checks his reference picture before frowning. It goes away quickly as he picks up a bit of white and dabs it onto a dry brush.

“I was afraid it was,” You laugh, grabbing a first aid kit from the shelf. Listening to him lightly brush the paint over the canvas, you toss the kit onto the bed and grab what little items are scattered up there. “Holy shit! Do you remember when that frat dude lost his frat ring?”

“Unfortunately,” Damian glances at his screen, watching as you haphazardly get down from the chair. Nearly tripping, he wonders how you've made it this far in life without breaking a bone.

“I think I did take it! Look!” Showing the screen, Damian looks almost impressed as you hold up a fraternity ring. It’s a shiny gold, likely fake but engraved with the initials of the Frat house. The two of you remember the guy had been going around to every single campus building with a missing ring poster.

“What a thief,” He chides, setting his brush down and taking a physical step back from the painting. Harsh glares scan over brush strokes, ripping apart his painting bit by bit before he nods to himself. His glare morphs into a soft sort of gaze and he signs the back of it.

“Is that your final painting for the semester?” You ask, the ring forgotten about as it’s tossed in a box of trinkets and you’ve moved on to ordering food. Probably Panda Express. Or maybe Chipotle…. really it’s whatever is closer and cheaper.

“Hopefully,” He sighs through his nose, his paint box clicking shut. “I’ve been drawing and painting these past couple of days. My canvases take up an entire section of the art studio. I’m sure my professor cannot wait for them to dry and get glossed. Which I should probably start doing.”

“How does that taste?” Setting your phone down, Damian’s face goes sour as he looks at you. “Personally, I think the gloss would taste tarty.” You add. “Or maybe like the frosting for Toaster Strudel.” Picking your phone back up, you continue your order.

“Neither is correct.” He blinks. “It’s a toxin and filled with chemicals, it most likely tastes as good as acetone does, Hab—“ He pauses, and you look at him wondering what the issue is. “Habits of tasting chemicals shouldn’t be one you pick up.” He finishes his sentence with a bit of force.

“I just love chemicals. Violin resin is my favorite.” Making a chomping noise Damian huffs. As you’re finishing up your order, you look at him. He’s halfway across campus and judging by the rack of canvases he wheeled over, he won’t be back until well into the night. Eh, it doesn’t hurt to ask. “I’m ordering some food, do you want something?”

“No, thank you, though.” He shakes his head. “I have food from the court in case I get hungry.” He quickly adds. Humming, you place the order and scan over your room. The only things that need to get packed are things you’re still using. Now it’s just a matter of organizing the boxes and bins so you can still move around your room.

“After the glossing, what’re you doing?”

“I have to write short summaries for each painting. No less than one hundred words,” He explains as he’s putting on a pair of latex gloves.

“So, a breeze?” He laughs and nods.

“I’m afraid I’ll go over the word limit,” He admits, sparing you a glance as you’re lugging a box to a corner of your room. “My paintings harbor a lot of my emotions and they’re far from short.”

“Real as fuck.”

—

On the day of his art exhibition, you spend extra time in the bathroom. Making sure your hair is neat, and presentable, fixing your outfit, making sure you don’t stink. Anything and everything you could check over, you did.

This nervous feeling was different from your pre-show nerves. Especially since you don’t even know why you’re nervous. Probably because you’d never actually gotten to see his paintings, at least the ones he was showing. He’d been ultra allusive about those, citing the exhibition would be the best place to view them. But even he was nervous and that’s a lot considering he’s Damian fucking Wayne.

He texted you two minutes ago saying that the car was going to arrive within the next ten minutes and you rushed out to the front of the dorms. No need to lock the door behind you, since your roommate was busy sleeping and would stay in there until you came back. Plucking at your shirt, you watch a sleek black car pull up in front of you, and Damian texts you that the car is there.

The ride is long, far too long for your liking anyway. But considering it’s in the middle of the city, it’s not unwarranted.

The art… museum? What should you call it? The space where the exhibition was being held was a well-known art gallery— that’s the word! The gallery was well respected, talked about within art circles, and incredibly high-brow. Thank fuck you didn’t go with that turtleneck.

There’s a woman in front of the gallery, greeting everyone who enters. She sees you and there’s a flash of recognition across her face.

“It’s great to finally meet Damian’s muse,” She smiles as she shakes your hand.

“His what?” You ask but Damian pulls you inside.

“How was the ride?” He asks, his eyes darting between his professor and you.

“Good but what did she mean?” You ask, looking around to see the other people around. Like your performance, it was open to the public and with Bruce Wayne’s son being in attendance, many people had showed up. Including his family. “Bruce Wayne is here?” Your head whips to Damian as you spot him in the crowd.

“He is my father…” He trails. “Would you like to meet him?”

“Fuck no!” You gasp. “The knowledge of his wealth is burying me as we speak— but this is about you,” Turning to him, you smile. “Where’s your paintings? Those don’t look like your style,” Eyes flicker across the paintings and you can’t see Damian’s strokes, his colors or his lighting in any of them. A sort of pride swells within him, knowing that you’ve looked— studied his art enough to know that the ones around you weren’t his.

“It has its own section,” He tells you, guiding you through groups of people and halls. “It’s going to be revealed in around half an hour. My professor insisted,” He stops at a section of the gallery covered by a curtain and two security guards. You never knew it was that serious, but damn.

“Mr Fancy. Why don’t you catch up with your family? I’ll look around?” In truth, you were going to the nearest bathroom and making sure you didn't look stupid.

“I’m more than certain they’d be more pleased if you accompanied me.” He shakes his head as you raise your eyebrows. “If that’s something you’d be comfortable with, of course.”

“Sure,” Once more, he guides you past people until he spots his father and brother talking in a corner.

“Father, Richard.” He calls as the two of you approach. “This is (Y/n).” Richard’s lips twitch as he fights back a smile, the smile only furthered curbed by his brother's glare.

“Hello,” Waving at the two men, they reach to shake your hand instead. Bruce has a firm grip, probably tighter than it really needed to be but Richard is more than welcoming. He’s more than excited to meet you, although you can’t imagine why.

“My other siblings are still in Gotham,” Damian explains, physically taking Dick’s hand from yours with a pointed look. “Although I’m surprised you didn’t bring Cassandra, father.”

“She’s here,” He shakes his head, glancing around for the mop of black hair. “In the bathroom, probably.”

“Is that her?” You ask, looking at the woman in the corner. She’s standing there, downing a glass of champagne before returning to a conversation with a man. She looks like how Damian had described her, although he downplayed how intimidating she seemed.

“Oh boy,” Dick huffs. “Let me go help her,” Excusing himself, you’re left with Damian and his father. The two of them talking with their eyes.

“So, Damian’s told me you’re a double major,” Bruce breaks the silence and their weird eye conversation. He talks about you? Glancing at Damian, he’s making a point to look anywhere but you. That’s sorta cute— totally not in a romantic way, totally.

“I am,” You nod, wishing a man with drinks would walk past you. “Accounting and a performing arts major.” He hums and there’s another beat of awkward silence.

“From what he tells me, you’re excelling at both. That’s incredibly hard. Do you have any job prospects lined up for when you graduate?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Not yet,” You admit, picking at your hands. “Since I'm not sure where I’d like to settle after I graduate it’s difficult finding places.” Bruce nods, quickly making sure Dick and Cassandra are okay.

“Well, if your grades continue to stay or improve, Wayne Enterprises is always looking for accountants, especially one so esteemed.” He smiles at you, that sort of small smile that makes you feel more relaxed in his presence. A fatherly smile.

“Yeah, praise from Damian is a lot.” Dick grins, leaning his weight on his younger brother. Cassandra agrees, leaning against the wall Bruce was standing in front of. “And he talks about you a ton!”

“That’s enough.” Damian huffs, pushing himself away from Dick who frowns. “Let’s look at some of the artwork,”

“You talk to your family about me?” You grin as he’s hauling you away from his family. He looks at you, clearly licking the inside of his mouth before he blinks and gives one strong nod.

“Of course I do, it would be a shame to hide someone so talented.” He explains and then looks forward, his eyes swimming across the faces around him. “I do believe in your talents and my father is someone who can help them flourish; it would seem awfully cruel if I didn’t at least try.” You go to speak; to thank him but his attention is pulled away by the director of the show.

“It’s time!” She gleams, ushering the two of you after her.

There are already people gathered in front of his top secret exhibit, cameras and people wearing PRESS lanyards like the front and sides. Much like a moth drawn to a flame, they find Damian walking and try to hound him, only to be stopped by his family. They’re far more intimidating now but Damian pulls your attention from them and towards him.

The two of you are in front of the whole crowd, the two guards holding one piece of the curtain and waiting for a cue to open them.

“We welcome everyone to Damian Wayne’s very first art show,” The director says, her hand ghosting over his shoulder. He takes that as a sign to step forward, barely leaving your side as he explains his art.

“Through My Eyes is a collection of various pieces I’ve created over the course of two years,” He explains. “The music that accompanies the art are pieces composed by my muse.” His eyes find yours as the curtains are pulled aside and for the first time, you notice the way he looks at you. The way his eyes never seem to want to leave yours, how he takes you in the same way he takes in the art around him.

Then you hear it. More specifically you hear yourself.

You hear the piece you’d played during your final, hearing your voice fill the spaces where people aren’t talking. Each key, and each note floods your ears as you turn to see his art.

It’s you.

All of it. Each painting, each frame has something of you in it.

“Holy shit.” You breathe, moving to the closest one. It’s a painting of you, wearing clothes you’d only seen in shows like Merlin, holding onto a statue of an angel. It’s almost impossible to not know where the inspiration had come from. After convincing Damian to go exploring with you and some friends, you’d come across a newly abandoned church with a large angel statue. On a dare, you pretended to dance with it.

Sure, you’d seen the picture before but it was nothing compared to the painting. It looked amazing, you had never looked better. Your features were captured in the best way possible, you’d been posed in a way that made it seem as if you were guiding the angel in a dance.

The description catches your eye next.

One Last Dance wasn’t the first drawing of Muse, but it was the first drawing of him that I truly loved. He’d resparked a passion for painting for me. The painting had been on my mind for two weeks before I finally started to work on it, having it become my only focus for the two days that I worked on it became the norm for the next two years of my life.

Muse doesn’t personally care for the Renaissance era, but it seemed fitting for such a painting. The feeling of dressing Muse in modern clothes didn’t ruin the drawing but it didn’t make sense, in my head their dance is accompanied by the sounds of the wings and their feet gliding across the floor. Just outside is probably a mob, unbelievable of a true angel. Muse would probably say that he was dancing to the sounds of Sleep Token and outside was a bunch of ‘angel fuckers’, but who knows.

D.W

The next painting was smaller than the first, but it’s a close-up of your face. Your eyes are wide and you’re desperately pulling at your eyelids as a light twinkles inside of it.

Blinding Gaze came about when Muse had gone to the eye doctor, fearing he was going blind. Turns out he was just extremely stressed to the point of temporary blindness. When we spoke about it, he joked that he was developing powers from that time he drank a sports drink mixed with a crushed-up Tylenol and he could shoot lasers from his eyes. While Blinding Gaze doesn’t follow his original plan of lasers, I imagine developing eye lights could be frightening.

Blinding Gaze isn’t body horror, although I had intended it to be but I couldn’t bring myself to put Muse into that position. Even if it was completely fake. I did eventually remake the painting how I truly envisioned it, but I still prefer my Muse to the remake.

Drifting to the next painting, you see yourself, dressed in your favorite smudged hoodie, dancing amongst the crowd. The people are drowned out in the colors of the background, nearly blending in meanwhile you’re ever so present. The light shone down on you in a way that made you seem like the main character in some movie, all eyes meant to be on you.

A Night To Remember was undoubtedly one of the best moments of college thus far. Muse had been invited to a friend's party and insisted I come instead of remaining in the art room, drowning myself in oils and pastels. Although I’ve put his words in a more friendly manner. I hadn’t wanted to go, the noises and being pressed against unfamiliar faces was hardly something I ever enjoyed. But for Muse, I’d do anything he’d asked of me.

Glued to him for the night, I found myself unreasonably drawn to him. I do not remember the song, in truth, I don’t remember much from that night aside from him. The way he danced, how he looked at me. How he looked in the room. I resented not bringing my sketchbook, but I would’ve been more out of place than I originally had been.

Smoothening your shirt, you take a nervous glance around you. You’re unsure about how you feel, it’s a lot. You’ve never truly thought about Damian in such a light before, at least not to your knowledge. Sure, you’ve written compositions about him and sure, if you read between the lines in some songs they’re definitely about him. You and Him.

Perhaps, without realizing it, you had made him your muse just as he had made you his.

“I want you to see this one,” Damian says as he walks up behind you, finally free of people asking him questions. The music loops as he does and you count that there’s five songs on the set playlist. Each and every song was one you had created. Your song from the previous week plays again as you stare at him, smiling.

“I’m your muse?” You softly ask, unable to remove yourself from the spot until you have gotten your words out. Damian dips his head down for a moment and wipes his nose. “You’re nervous,” The small tease makes his eyes roll and he clears his throat, the red settling from his tanned ears.

“I want you to see this one,” He repeats and grabs your hand, gently guiding you past the people surrounding the room. They look at the two of you, watching as you walk up to a large painting in the center of the room. Clearly a last-minute addition but it seemed to be the focus.

“Woah,” Is all you can say when you see the painting of you during your final. It’s painted in the same style as your favorite art era. The romantic era where colors were soft, even if they were dark. The painting itself had you in the center, a sea of people at the bottom and there are several ghostly figures of yourself, dancing across the stage leaving streaks of yourself at the top. The floor of the stage was covered in candles.

“How long did this take you?” You ask, eyes darting between details and finding new ones each time you look.

“Two days,” He shrugs. Slowly, you look at him and he looks back at you, confused. “I couldn’t sleep until I finished the painting. The way you looked during your final.” He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “It’s truly beautiful— you’re truly beautiful,” He adds, looking at you.

“When you paint me like that I definitely am,” You laugh, looking back at the painting.

“I only painted you through my lens. Perhaps your eyes aren’t as good as you think they are because the paintings truly do not live up to their references. You’re captivating and the way you’ve consumed my thoughts is honestly intoxicating.” His eyes twinkle as you look at each other. You don’t know what to say, honestly. You can stroke your ego a little, you could crack a joke, or you could bear yourself completely to him. But definitely not in a room filled with people.

“Ah,” Dick breaks the silence. “You know he used to be a junior poet?” Grumbling, Damian looks over at Richard as he’s staring at the painting, sipping sparkling champagne from a flute glass while holding a cracker with cheese and jelly. Gross. Probably, you’ve never had it before.

“I do believe I asked for a moment alone,” Damian gives a half-snarky grin and Dick shrugs.

“A whole lotta people here, doubt you’d be alone.” With a sweeping motion, he gestures to the crowd around you. It’s not elbow-to-elbow crowded but you can hear at least seven conversations happening around you.

“I suppose you’re correct,” He nods, following his brother's line of thinking. “Fresh air?” He asks you and you nod.

There’s a park in front of the exhibit and it’s mostly empty, save for two kids and their parents but they’re clearly about to leave. Damian heads towards the benches but you pull him to the swings. There are three but one of them is tossed over the bar and you don’t feel like fixing it.

Sitting with your back to the exhibit, you look over the trees and the playground. The sandpit with someone’s lost doll sitting down, a bucket behind it.

“What did you think?” He spoke up after a minute had passed. The entire time he watched as you gently rocked back and forth on the swings, tempting yourself to actually swing.

“You’re amazingly talented,” You hum, turning your head to meet his gaze. “Although, I already knew that. You’re like Michelangelo with everything you pick up.” Glancing at him, you smile when you see his hands. “You still haven’t cleaned the charcoal from your nails.”

“No,” He blinks, his eyes staying closed for a beat longer than a blink. “Not of my skill level, (Y/n). Of the drawings. That you’re Muse.” He looks down at his fingertips and starts to pick at the bits of charcoal. “That you’re my muse.”

Softly you sigh before looking back to the trees.

“What is there to think about? You’re my muse, I'm yours.”

“You’ve written songs about me?” He asks and you sheepishly nod, refusing to look at him. “Which? If you don’t mind me asking,”

“Birds of a feather, I wanna be yours, and Golden hour. There’s more but they’re too embarrassing to admit,” Hearing him take a deep breath, you pick at your fingernails and slowly stop swinging.

“What now?” You ask, finally looking at him. He shrugs and starts to slowly swing. He thinks for a moment before he checks his phone.

“When are you free? I can make reservations to—“

“Applebees or Red Lobster,” You cut him off and he looks at you, confused. “Applebees is once every so often, birthdays or celebrations. But Red Lobster? That’s graduation or date.”

“You could’ve gone for a five-star restaurant, you know that, right?” He laughs and you shrug.

“I heard they’re pretty shit. And I want to fuck up a seafood boil. Oh wait,” Blinking, you try to remember the Red Lobster menu. “Never mind, I don’t think they have vegetarian options. We could do Olive Garden or whatever vegetarian places you like. I’m not picky,”

“And I am?” He teases and you roll your eyes. “Friday, at five. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to Olive Garden. And then to the movies to watch that new horror movie you’ve been wanting to watch.”

“That sounds perfect,” You nod and nudge your swing into his.

“Can I admit something?” He slowly asks. “Forgive me if I’m being too forward but…” Watching as he licks his lip, you stop swinging. “May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You nod. Trying not to seem too eager, the both of you stand up and you watch as he raises his hands to cup your face. His fingers are warm, gliding across your skin as you hook one arm around his waist while the other holds his shoulder. “Do you want to lead?” You whisper as he looks at you, unmoving. His eyes dart down to your lips and he nods before closing the distance.

His hands drag a little down your face, his pinky curving under your jaw before moving up into your hair. Slowly the kiss breaks and he dips back down for one quick kiss.

“He’s been waiting months to do that,” Dick announces and Damian groans. You snicker and look behind Damian. Dick isn’t even looking, looking off into the distance before he’s sure that you’re done kissing before looking at the two of you.

“Must he ruin everything?” He whispers to you before facing his brother. “I understand you have no concept of privacy, but this warrants that.” Dick frowns at the rudeness before he shrugs and points his thumb towards the venue.

“They’re asking for you, thought I should come and get you before they spot you.” He explains through a sigh. “Would hate for our little demon’s kiss to end up on the front page. But, yeah,” He sighs and looks over at you. He stares at your face for a moment before he chuckles.

“Take him to the bathroom, you got dust on his face.”

“It’s charcoal.”

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transparent-peach · 7 months ago

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Hey loves! Hope you’re all having a great morning/day/night. Okay so here we go again. I can't put down my phone when it comes to writing so let's go. Yeah i kinda went deep into writing and i am glad i did. Hope you’re all feeling the same! Today i bring you another one with our man James.

warnings: smut, bit of ch0king, curse words, alcohol, tobacco products

James McAvoy x Reader <3

it is a bit long, hope you don’t mind it!

(more than 3k words)

Drunk In Love

Luckily you were invited for the after party of the premiere of Split, since you worked with the crew. You are a set designer. You were a bit nervous to be in the same exact room with the whole crew of move Split. It was sweet to remember all the actors from the set of the movie, and how much they were so different. Especially James. He seemed to be very enthusiastic about his job. You looked up to him because of this.

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I was anxiously fidgeting with my empty hand since the other was full of with a glass of expensive champagne. I was wearing a nice black dress with red bottomed high heels. My necklace sparkled in the yellowish light as i walked past the actors. I sat down to the table that had my name tag on it.

"How are you my beautiful Y/N?"

My smile grew bigger as i looked at Elizabeth, my coworker. She was my favourite woman in the whole set. Eliza was in her fifties but if i didn't know, i wouldn't tell.

"Kinda nervous. You know i get nervous when i smell too much millionaires."

I joked around as i took a sip from the champagne.

"It is okay, darling. May you join me for another one?"

She raised her glass up a bit so i could see it. It was empty. I nodded.

We went for drinks and I knew that if someone recognise her we must have to stop and have a chat. It happened that way. She was a very talented designer so she gained some fame along the way.

"Enjoying the gathering?"

A man came up to her and stroked her arm.

"Yes James, thank you. You were amazing in the movie dear. I knew yellow was your colour. Especially when you were half naked. Not so unfortunately that happened many times. We liked it, didn’t we, Y/N?" She let put a small laugh as she was toying around with me, poking the side of my torso. I smiled, tried to hold back my laughter, looking down to my shoes. "Are you enjoying this shitshow?"

She winked. She was a very charming woman and she had huge confidence in her hands. One more thing about her. Her husband was the director.

"Yeah, kinda enjoy it, yes. And you, Ms.?"

He was basically asking for my name as he turned to me.

"Yes Mr. McAvoy."

I held out my hand.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, i think we have met before..." He held it, instead of shaking it he gave a short kiss to my hand.

"Okay kids, i will go enjoy my drink from a nice distance. Get to know each other."

And i haven't mentioned... She read people like books.

"Yes, we met before. I was the woman who rushed back and forth with the props. I think i helped Elizabeth with your clothes when you played… Hedwig i guess."

"Yes! I remember now. Sorry, there was so many things happening on the set."

He scratched his head and smiled a bit awkwardly because of the fact he forgot me.

"It's okay, Mr. McAvoy. I'm not that recognisable and memorable human being."I smiled at him as he shook his head.

"No it's nothing like that. You are an amazing artist, love. You know... Fuck it let's have a drink. It would be a pleasure if you join me for a cigarette too."He looked at me with questioning what i want.

"A scotch please." I searched for the pack of cigarettes in my purse. As i came to realisation i don't have it in there i just took the glass of bourbon.

"Am i not scotch enough for the lady?" He joked around as he opened the back door for me.

"Trust me, you are scotch enough." I laughed softly at his comment. He gave me a cigarette, and he took one out for himself too.

"I'm not a big smoker, i just do it occasionally." He started to explain it to me like i was a parent of his.

"Okay, Mr. McAvoy, i deeply understand you at this point, thank you." I joked around with him until he lightened my cig.

"Call me James, sweetheart. I like it when women are saying my name like that, but i guess it is just a weird kink of mine." He looked me in the eyes and we remained serious for a couple of seconds before he burst out laughing at the same time as i did. After the fifth glass of whiskey i was having a really great time. I let myself go with his flow, i took all of his dirty jokes very well. When i shot back with an even dirtier one, i enjoyed watching his eyes grow wider. It was always the mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. I thought he was as unpleasant as the other millionaires i have ever met but it was a a pleasant surprise that James had more up his sleeves than other people. It was like two totally freak laughing their ass of in the first step in a concrete stair. He was charming, he made me blush a lot. But i never let him know that i enjoy him doing that. It was my body that told him. And his body told me some things too.

"Well, James. I must say i had a great time with you, but i guess it's time for me to go." He gave a small, bitter laugh before he refuted me. He was admiring me. His eyes was scanning the whole body of mine. I stood up, his eyes were following my silhouette and he copied my activity.

"Where do you want to go love?" He placed two fingers under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. His fascinating ice cold blue eyes.

"Well, i don't see a ring on your finger." I said with a smile, completely ignoring his question.

"No ring. Yet." He took a step closer, closing the gap between us, and placing his hands on my sides, gently pressing me against the cold wall of the building behind me. He leaned in, his breath brushing against the shell of my ear, whispering.

"If you want to enjoy my company for the rest of the night, i had to make sure." I looked into his dreamy eyes as it darkened under the weak lighting. He was breathtaking in that suit. He let his hands rest on my hips as he let out a small chuckle at my statement. His fingers curled into the fabric of my skirt.

"And now, that you know that I am very much single..." His gaze grew more intense as it traveled down my body to the hem of my skirt, his eyes lingering there for a moment before looking back up.

He gave me a passionate kiss, as i leaned closer to his body.

"Yeah, James. You may take me home."

His arms tightened around my body and a sly smile played upon his lips as our kiss deepened. In that moment, James could scarcely believe his luck meeting such a beautiful, captivating woman, who was all too willing to leave the boring party with him. He pulled back slightly and met my gaze, his voice dropping to a lower register.

"Let's go, darling."

I totally forgot about how drunk we were, but he had a private driver anyway. We quickly and inconspicuously got into his black Mercedes and he told the driver to take us home. He couldn't keep his hands to himself. The whole ride was overheated with sexual tension between James and me.

We arrived at his place, actually, that was more like a palace. He opened the door for me, and turned the lights on before he suddenly got on my lips.

He couldn't get enough of me. His hands roamed over my body as if they had a mind of their own, desperate to feel every inch of my soft skin. He leaned in close, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, whispering breathless words against my skin.

"You're addicting as fuck."

At this point i couldn't decide if he was speaking from his mind, his heart or his erection. Or this was all about the big amount of alcohol in his system. "You can't complain either."

"If i remember correctly... I never did."

'What a sassy bastard. I think i like him.'

He lead me to the bedroom of his, unzipping my dress while he was stealing kisses from me. His eyes darkened with desire. It didn't take long to reach a bedroom, his mouth never leaving me for a moment. He took my dress of, as his eyes filled with lust and admiration. I began to unbutton his shirt, and the moment i took it off of him, i nearly gasped in ecstasy. He pushed me gently onto the bed, his body hovering over mine as his hands began to explore the curves underneath him. His fingers danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He chuckled softly, the vibration of his laughter tickling my stomach. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I felt his hardness pressing against me, I couldn't help but pulled him closer.He's got a wicked grin on his face, eyes locked onto mine. His fingers brush against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Ah, you're gettin' bold, lady." he whispers in that smooth Scottish accent of his.

He leans in close, lips inches from mine.

"I want you."

I whispered to his lips, as i caressed his naked upper body. He took off his pants and tossed it to somewhere in the room. He leaned closer for a kiss and i pulled over a bit. I was teasing him so hard, he almost lost his mind. He chuckles, a low, husky sound, and his eyes flash with desire.

"Oh, you're a wicked one, aren't you?"

He leans in closer still, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers.

"I've got just the thing for a ladies like you."

His hand slides down to cup my sex through my clothes, his fingers tracing the outline of me through the fabric.

"God damn, James."

I let out a small moan. He went lower than i expected, slowly pulled down my red panties. I slide fingers through his hair as he left kisses on my stomach. He looks up at me, his eyes burning with intensity, as he continues to leave a trail of kisses down my stomach.

"Ah, you are so bloody beautiful," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His fingers slide further down, parting my folds and finding the source of my pleasure. I feel his tongue playing with my clit. He found just the right spots in and out for me to almost lose my mind. I was moaning in pleasure as the scottish went down on me. He looked me into the eyes and i saw a little egotistical smile on his face. I felt everything at once, and it was magical. He's got a wicked glint in his eye, and he's clearly loving every second of this.

"Ah, you're so responsive, Y/N" he whispers, his voice muffled by my flesh. He continues to lick and suck me with renewed intensity, sending me spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. He suddenly got up and i almost lost my shit. I looked up to him in absolute disbelief. He let out a charming chuckle as he got back to kissing my lips. I felt his hardened cock against my womanly part, made me blush.

"Look at you."

I wiped off my remains from his beard and pulled him back to my lips. He lifted up his head as he pressed two of his fingers inside of my mouth. I was soaking wet already, but when he ran his fingers covered my own saliva along my pussy, i moaned for him. He was doing something right and i felt my heart racing. He grins down at me, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me.

"You are so fuckin' hot when you moan for me like that." he growls. He positions himself between my legs, the head of his cock teasing my entrance.

"Tell me how badly you want it" he demands, his voice low and commanding.

"So bad. I want it so bad James."

I licked my lips and ran my fingers through his beautiful brownish hair. He sent shivers down my spine as he slipped his cock inside. I felt every inch pounding inside of me. We both moaned as he buried his head into the meeting of my shoulders and my neck. I couldn't take my eyes off of his veiny arms which had attractively tense muscles. He's got his eyes closed, lost in the moment, as he starts to pump into me with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Ah, you are so tight" he whispers against my skin. His hips flex and release, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Look at me." he growls, his voice low and husky. He opens his eyes and meets mine, our gazes locked in a fierce connection. He keeps pounding me. The rough kisses and the excellent work of his waist pushed me to my edges. I deepened my red nails into the skin of his back, making him moan. My legs started shaking and my back arched for him, just for him to make faster moves and bite my shoulder. I was looking at him with playfulness in my eyes, as i took a deep breath. After catching my breath from the lack of oxygen, i turned the situation around. I was straddling him and looked deeply into his eyes. He was sweating, his lips were wet and a bit apart from each other. He was catching his breath too. But i couldn't let him as i sit comfortably onto his cock. He's got a look of pure lust on his face, and he's clearly struggling to keep himself in check as I start to move on top of him.

"Fuck." he groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly. He looks up at me with those intense eyes of his, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You are so fuckin' hot like this." he growls. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as I continue to ride him, slowly building towards our shared climax.

"Yes, James!"

I let out a loud scream as i looked up to the ceiling. His hand was on my throat, grabbing it just right.

"Or should i call you Mr. McAvoy now? "

I slowed down and lead closer to him. Our lips were inches away. I loved teasing him. He chuckles darkly, the sound sending vibrations through my core.

"I think you can call me whatever you like," he purrs. His hand slides from my throat to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "You are in control here, sweetheart " he whispers. But even as he says this, his hips are starting to buck up into me again, a telltale sign of how close we both are. I leaned toward him to invite him to a playful, passionate kiss. I started to ride him faster and i placed my hands on his chest. I almost cried out loud when he hit my most precious spot inside of me. I felt his hand tightened around my neck, made me feel hornier than ever.

"Oh god, James! Oh god..." I shut my eyes in pleasure, moving my hips a little slowly. He's got a triumphant grin on his face, and he's clearly loving the fact that he's got me right where he wants me.

"Ah, you are so close." he whispers against my ear. His hand tightens around my neck just a little more, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he starts to come. "Open yer eyes," he growls. I do as I'm told, meeting his gaze with mine as we both reach our climax together. He chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through his chest. I got back to bed. Lying next to him was a dream. I placed my head on his chest and felt my heart pounding like crazy. He caressed my head as i drew little circles on his abs with the tip of my fingers. I felt his heart too. It was beating fast, but then again so calming. Feeling the temperature of his body, his breath was getting back to normal.

"I guess i haven't really had the opportunity to say i like your accent." I said with a calm tone. I still couldn't raise my head up.

"Ah, you're a wee bit of a charmer, aren't you? You could've just say it while i was inside of you." He laughed at his own joke, made me chuckle. His hand continues to caress my head, and I can feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my scalp.

"I'm glad you like my accent," he says, his voice warm and husky. He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I've always thought it was one of my best features."

"Yeah. It is one of the best feature of yours. There's another one that i cannot say now."

I playfully let out a small chuckle and finally looked up to him. I couldn't help but started to think about this time we spent together. It wasn't that long but i enjoyed every second with him. He made me feel comfortable and happy. It made me kinda unpleasant to think it was just another one night stand. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Ah, I think you're getting a wee bit too comfortable with me, love." he says, his voice low and teasing. His hand slides up to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw.

"But don't worry about it being just another one-night stand," he whispers. His gaze is intense and serious for a moment before softening into a warm smile.

"I've got plans for you."

"Is that a problem? Me being comfortable with you?" I playfully raised an eyebrow. "I guess we were more than a bit comfortable with each other."

He chuckles, a low and husky sound. "Aye, we were more than comfortable with each other" he agrees. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles. "Problem? No, not at all," he says. His hand slides down to wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I rather like it."

"I like you. " I gently put a kiss on his lips, and take a deep breath. "Crazy scottish."

He laughs, a warm and happy sound.

"Ah, you're a wee bit crazy yourself" he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His lips curve into a smile as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

"I like you too" he whispers against my ear.

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kaleldobrev · 1 year ago

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Lavender & Honey

Pairing: Felix Catton x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Felix Catton

Summary: Taking a bath with Felix

Word Count: 760

Warnings: Just pure fluff & Implied nudity (takes place in the bath)

Authors Note: Obsessed with the idea of taking a nice relaxing bath with this man | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It was late, but you were nowhere close to being remotely tired as the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed at 11:00pm.

Your boyfriend lie next to you, entirely focused on the newest and final Harry Potter book that was being passed around to the group. Tonight, was his night to read at least two chapters before handing it off to Venetia. With his free hand, he gently had it resting on your bare thigh, tracing small circles on your skin with his thumb. It was such a simple gesture, but yet it was one that you craved at all hours of the day and night.

Since it wasn't your turn with the book (as you had just given the book for Felix to read); you opted to doodle in your sketchbook that Elspeth had given you for your birthday this past year. You weren't a particularly good artist, but drawing and painting and going to art museums was something that you had enjoyed doing for as long as you could remember; part of the reason as to why you were studying History of Art at Oxford.

You let out a small yawn and closed your sketchbook, placing it onto the side table on your side of the bed. Out of your peripheral, you could see Felix had a soft smile on his face. "Getting tired?" He asked, turning to look at you.

"Not really but, I think my body is giving up on doing anything remotely productive the rest of the evening," you stated. "Would you want to join me for a bath or are you too focused on the prospect of The Golden Trio having a threesome?" You said teasing.

Felix let out a small chuckle, placing a bookmark between the pages before closing the book completely, placing it on his side table. "As much as I am interested in the prospect of them having a threesome, I much rather take a bath with you because it could lead to other things," he smirked, slightly leaning in close to you.

"It always does," you smirked back.

Walking into the bathroom, Felix automatically made his way to the tub, turning the water on as you went into the cabinets. As you knelt down in front of the cabinets, he looked over at you and couldn't help but admire you. You were wearing one of his rugby shirts, and it looked like a short dress on you given his height; and your hair was in slight disarray — still managing to look like a model in his eyes.

"Find what you're looking for love?" He asked, his eyes solely fixated on you.

You turned around, a slight grin on your face as you stood up with a bag of what appeared to be bath salts. "I did!" You beamed, and walked over to him, pressing the full bag into his hands. "I found this at a shop with V and Farleigh when you were spending the day with Ollie yesterday."

Felix looked down at the bag, and it was a large bag of lavender and honey bath salts — your scent. "You know if we put this in the bath, I won't be able to keep my hands off of you."

You wrapped your arms around his waist; and he did the same. Looking up at him, you grinned. "That's the idea love," you slightly whispered, standing up on your tippy toes as he leaned down and met your lips, giving you a quick peck.

The entire bathroom was filled with the strong smells of lavender and honey; the only light emitting from the room came from the assortment of candles that you and Felix had lit which added a rather cozy ambiance.

Felix got into the bath first, and laid back into the tub, his arms slightly hanging off the sides of it. He spread his legs a bit, just enough for you to fit yourself perfectly between them.

Getting into the tub, you settled yourself perfectly between his legs, and laid your back against his chest as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck slightly. His arms found themselves wrapping instantly around your frame as he placed a kiss on the top of your head before resting his chin in the exact same place.

It was simple moments like these that the both of you truly cherished, and couldn’t imagine doing it with any other.

“I love you,” you said softly, peering up at him.

“I love you too,” he replied, placing a kiss on your temple.

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rubycruzin4abruzin · 11 months ago

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never been (stage) kissed

Summary: After years of being a struggling actress in Los Angeles, you finally land your big break! The only problem is, you’ve been cast opposite your longtime celebrity crush… Ruby Cruz. What will you do when the director demands a kiss between the two of you?

Pairing: ruby cruz x actress!reader

Contains: mature language, small amount of adult humor, kissing, fluff, thigh touching, in depth details of Hollywood movie shooting, anxious!reader, publicity tweets and comments, ruby being the sweetest girl EVER

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: This is a Real Person Fiction. I’ve included a mass disclaimer of RPF guidelines here. Make SURE to click the link before reading, it’s extremely important for the safety of all Real People involved in this fiction.

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You stared at the movie script in your hand, biting your lip to stop from squealing. After being in Los Angeles for the past five years, you had finally landed your big break.

You had known that you wanted to act ever since your mother signed you up to be a munchkin in a community theatre production of “The Wizard of Oz.” Of course, being a stubborn elementary schooler, you fought her on it, saying the songs were “stupid” and the costumes were “itchy.” But as soon as opening night came, and the lights hit your face, you put on a smile and celebrated the death of the Wicked Witch like it was something you’d been waiting for your entire life.

After the song's last note, deafening applause echoed around the theater, causing adrenaline to course through your veins. In that moment, you decided to spend the rest of your life chasing that feeling.

When you reached middle school, you joined their drama department, taking theatre as an elective class while occasionally participating in the school plays. Once high school rolled around, you began to take some of the more advanced classes, and even competed in a couple One-Act Play competitions. A lot of the people you started taking classes with eventually got bored and left to pursue other hobbies, but over the years you just fell more and more in love with acting, and became completely dedicated to your craft.

Instead of attending college, after you graduated high school you packed up whatever you needed and moved across the country to a small town about half an hour away from Los Angeles. The area was slightly sketchy, your apartment was small, and you had to work two jobs while sharing with four other roommates just to make rent.

Los Angeles kinda… sucked. But you had stars in your eyes and couldn’t be happier.

Unfortunately, you were kind of in for a rude awakening once audition season rolled around. Back in high school, you would book leads left and right. Now, it seemed like the only gigs you could book were background work, maybe a role in a rinky-dink student film if you were lucky. You always took what you could get, but you longed for something that could get your foot in the door.

One day, one of the short films you starred in entitled “Attack of the Killer Zombie Prom Queens” got entered into some film festival, and not only did it win an award you couldn’t remember the name of, it ended up going viral on YouTube, and not in a bad way either. Your performance in that film was astounding.

Plus, not that this was the sole reason the film blew up, but as an actress in your early 20’s who tended to take care of herself, you were kind of… well… hot.

Suddenly, you were getting recognized in public, signed with an agency, and landing more notable roles. You were featured in a music video for an up-and-coming country artist, booked a commercial for a costume makeup company (in which you brought back your look from “Attack of the Killer Zombie Prom Queens”), and even starred in three episodes of a new series on HBO Max.

Just when you thought life couldn’t get any better, one day you were coming back from what was either your third or fourth audition of the day, when you got a call from your agent on the drive home. You groaned, almost certain she was calling to schedule another “last-minute” audition. Sure you appreciated how hard she worked to get you booked, but you were also so tired after a long day.

To your surprise, when you picked up the phone, she ecstatically announced that you had booked a huge role.

In a feature film.

Starring alongside your celebrity crush… Ruby Cruz.

You had to pull over on the side of a highway to keep from swerving out of excitement.

Ruby had been your celebrity crush since you saw her in the Disney+ series “Willow.” Her masculine ambience, her devil-may-care attitude, and the way she swung her sword had you absolutely drooling. Somehow, you finished the entire series in two days, and immediately ran to IMDB to add Every Single Thing she’s been in to your watch list.

Now, you stood in front of the building where your first read-through was supposed to take place, the script for “Aliens of Atlantis” resting in your shaking hands. You gulped as you pushed open the door, wondering how you were going to keep your cool around Ruby when the very thought of her practically sent you into cardiac arrest.

Walking into the reading room, you were met with several chairs arranged into a circle and sounds of chatter from the other actors. You recognized a few of them from some smaller projects, even recognizing one from a movie that had come out the previous year. Your eyes scanned the room for Ruby, heart beating out of your chest when they landed on the back of a choppy brunette bob.

When Ruby turned around, you swore her blue eyes sparkled under the fluorescent lights. She caught you staring at her from across the room, and shot you a wide toothy smile before walking over to you.

“Hey,” she started. “You must be Zephyra.”

You blinked at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Zephyra.” She repeated. “You’re playing the alien queen of Atlantis, right?”

She furrowed her eyebrows at you slightly and tilted her head, worried she may have gotten you mixed up with someone else.

Her words clicked in your head, finally. “Oh! Yes! I’m playing the role of Zephyra.”

Ruby’s smile returned as she let out a lighthearted chuckle. You swallowed, trying to keep your cool. You still had trouble wrapping your mind around the fact that you were standing in front of the Ruby Cruz, and having a semi-successful conversation.

She stuck out her hand, offering a handshake. “Hi, I’m Ruby. I’m playing Calantha.”

You took her hand, electric shocks vibrating through your body at her touch. “Nice to meet you.”

After removing her hand (much to your displeasure), she turned to walk back over to her seat, but not before flashing you a smile over her shoulder. “Can’t wait to work with you!”

God, why did she have to be so cool?

The table read went fairly well, in your opinion. The movie was about Calantha, an underwater adventurer, finding the lost city of Atlantis during an expedition. Once there, she finds the city being ruled by aliens who’s spaceship crashed near the area about 100 years ago. Calantha finds Zephyra, the alien queen, who makes her promise to keep their secret, and in return, Calantha will help her run the city.

You were playing Zephyra, of course, since being in “Attack of the Killer Zombie Prom Queens” proved you looked hot even in otherworldly makeup. You kind of thought there might be some romantic or even sexual tension between Calantha and Zephyra, but you brushed it off as you thought that might not be the artistic intention.

Once filming started, your days were basically exclusively spent on set. Not that you were complaining, you loved every second. Even after coming home at 1am when you left for work at 6am, a blissful smile would be painted across your tired face.

The only thing that bothered you was that you barely ever got to talk to Ruby on set. It was more your fault than hers. Every time you two were working together, your brain short circuited and you couldn’t get out anything more than a few dim-witted babbles. Ruby was always so sweet about it though, always lightheartedly chuckling at your barely-comprehensible speech, sometimes even giving your upper arm a squeeze if you felt especially nervous.

You knew she meant well, but any touch from your celebrity crush was sure to do the opposite of calming you down.

One day, during a filming session, you and Ruby were meant to be sitting especially close to each other. You were sure you felt some romantic tension between the two characters, but you chalked it up to your crush on the actress and tried to downplay it. The director, however, seemed very frustrated today, this was the nineteenth take of this particular scene and he still wasn’t happy.

“Cut!” He yelled, letting out a frustrated sigh as you and Ruby turned your attention towards him.

“Everything alright, sir?” Ruby asked, making you glad you weren’t the only one who noticed his irritation.

“This scene… it’s missing something.” He brought his hand to his chin and squinted at the both of you. “Do we think we could add a kiss? Right here?”

Your heart stopped, and all the moisture disappeared from your mouth.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t kissed people before. You had your fair share of dates back in high school, that wasn’t the problem.

You’ve kissed, but you’ve never stage kissed.

Sure you had plenty of acting experiences, but the roles you played never required kissing. Instead of playing Aurora, you made a fabulous Maleficent. While Elle Woods locked lips with Emmett, you were busy portraying a hilarious Paulette. And of course, nobody wants to make out with a zombie prom queen.

You had no idea if there was any difference between actual kisses and stage-kisses. Obviously, sex scenes in movies weren’t real. But kisses? What if there is a difference and you go to kiss Ruby on camera and make her uncomfortable? What if she pushes you away? What if she gets mad? You don’t know how you’d recover from something like that, and your mind swarmed with plans to flee the country if that did happen.

Ruby opened her mouth to answer the director, before looking at you for confirmation and noticing your overly-panicked state. She sent you a reassuring smile, and placed a gentle hand on your back.

She turned to the director. “Could we pick this up after lunch? I think my scene partner and I have some things to discuss.”

The director agreed, and since it was still about thirty minutes to lunch, decided to use that time to record some “room noise.” You and Ruby were meant to sit still and quietly, the only thing you heard being the echo of your heartbeat in your ears.

Suddenly, you received a text notification, causing sound to go off and the director to groan and shoot you an annoyed look. You mumbled a quick “sorry” before switching your phone to vibrate and looking to see who texted you.

After wolfing down a sandwich from the craft services table, you stood in front of the trailer with Ruby’s name on the door, wringing your clammy hands while deciding whether or not to knock. You took a deep breath, raised your knuckles, and knocked three times, taking a step back after.

She answered almost immediately, staring down at you with a comforting grin. “Hey, come on in.”

Walking up the stairs and into Ruby’s trailer, you couldn’t help but notice how much cleaner it was than yours. You weren’t necessarily sloppy, but your vanity was covered in various bottles of blue face paint, while your floor held multiple alien-like prosthetics. Ruby’s was tidier, with a small couch pushed up against the wall, and her vanity holding nothing but some makeup basics and a half-full can of Dr. Pepper she had been drinking right before you walked in.

Ruby took a seat in her vanity chair and took a sip from her Dr. Pepper, motioning for you to sit on the small couch. “What’s going on? You didn’t seem too comfortable with the kissing scene.”

You gulped, staring down at your lap. “It’s not that…”

Ruby sat up, leaning forward to gawk at you. “Oh my god… have you never been kissed?”

“What? No! Of course I have…” you trailed off. “I just… I’ve never stage kissed before, and I know you have, so is it any different from regular kissing? I feel so stupid for asking and I’m so sorry but I didn’t wanna do it wrong while filming and I’m kinda embarrassed that I don’t know the answer so that’s why I wanted to ask you privately because I didn’t wanna fuck up…”

Ruby stared at you, silent and wide eyed. You felt your heartbeat in your ears as you tried to decipher what she was thinking. Suddenly, she threw her head back and let out a hearty laugh. Your heart sank. Here you were being awkward and vulnerable in front of your crush, and she was laughing at you.

Just before you decided to get up and walk out, Ruby calmed down, wiping away a tear and smiling apologetically. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not making fun of you. I didn’t mean to laugh, really. You’re just so cute.”

You felt your cheeks burn at her words. She thinks you’re cute?

Ruby threw her soda away in a nearby trash can and moved to sit next to you on the small couch. She criss-crossed her legs, turning to face you while pondering how to answer your question.

“So… stage kisses are different from regular kisses, but they’re also not, you know? Like, we’re kissing but we’re not like… kissing.”

She peered over at you, studying your facial expressions. You looked more confused than ever, so she continued her explanation.

“So, if you’re asking if my lips will physically be on your lips… then the answer is yes, they will. But they’re not exactly like the real thing, because it’s more of a demonstration to the audience rather than an act of passion between two people.”

“A demonstration?” You cocked your head. Ruby nodded.

“Yeah, so say the camera was over there…” she pointed out in front of you. “…then you might cup my jaw, or cradle the back of my head. But if you were to grab my face or something like that, it’d look pretty awkward in a fifty-fifty profile shot.”

You nodded in understanding. “Ok… I think I get what you’re saying.”

“There are also different types of kissing.” Ruby continued. “Like, it should portray how your character feels about the other character. When Zephyra has scenes with Calantha, how does she feel?”

You gulped, focusing on your lap again. “Well, to be honest, it kinda feels like there’s a lot of romantic or sexual tension between our characters, but I’ve sort of been suppressing it because I’m not sure that was the intention.”

“But you feel like Zephyra is attracted to Calantha sexually?” Ruby asked. You nodded. “Great! You don’t necessarily have to make it explicit, but something like that can help you dive deeper into your character.”

Ruby scooted closer to you, taking your hands in hers. She gazed at you with half lidded eyes, causing your breathing to accelerate.

“I want you to kiss me.”

Ruby’s words barely resonated in your head, there was no way you heard her correctly. “You… huh?”

“For practice.” Ruby clarified, letting go of your hands. “Like you would during filming. Is that ok?”

An involuntary swallow forced itself down your throat as you nodded. You couldn’t believe you were about to kiss your celebrity crush, even if it was only for practice.

You pressed your hand into her warm cheek, pulling her close and quickly pecking her lips before retreating away. Your face burned from embarrassment while Ruby cocked her head, clearly confused.

“That’s it?” She asked. “My bad, I didn’t realize Calantha was your grandmother.”

Ruby moved closer and cradled the back of your head, entangling her fingers into your soft locks. You felt your hands sweat as her big blue eyes gazed into yours. “I was thinking maybe something more like this…”

She crashed her lips into yours, causing warmth to explode in your chest. Her fingers played with your hair as you began to kiss back, and your arms wrapped around her waist. Holy shit could she kiss! You could barely fathom how soft her lips were, tasting faintly of Dr. Pepper and vanilla lip balm. As hard as you tried to act professional and pretend there was a camera in front of you, every inch of your body screamed at you to succumb to your most primal instincts.

You lifted one hand from her waist and moved to rest it on her mid-thigh, causing a gentle moan to escape from her lips and a shiver to run down her body. Startled, you moved back, throughly convinced that you majorly fucked up.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, pulling back your hand like it had touched fire. “I wasn’t thinking, fuck. I got too swept up in the moment. I shouldn’t have touched you, that was completely unprofessional.”

“Hm…?” Ruby blinked, still in a daze. “Oh. Oh! You’re good! Don’t be sorry. I liked it. Really.”

Ruby grinned at you shyly. You stared back at her, a question you weren’t quite sure how to ask lingering at the tip of your tongue. “Ruby, are we still… practicing?”

Her smile faded as her eyes went wide, her gaze dropping to her lap. It was her turn to be coy, a sight you’d never seen before.

She dropped her voice to a low whisper as she choked out her question. “Do you want to be?”

Before you could even open your mouth to answer, your phone alarm screeched from your jacket pocket. You took it out, groaning as you turned it off.

Ruby furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “What was that?”

“My alarm,” you answered. “I have to go.”

“But lunch isn’t over for another twenty minutes.” Ruby pointed out, trying to hide her disappointment.

“Yeah, but I have to head back early so they can touch up my makeup and fix my prosthetics.”

Ruby sighed in understanding. She supposed your costume might have a bit more upkeep than hers. Your prosthetics did look a little wonky after the lunch break, never mind your smudged blue lipstain that made her apprehensive to look in a mirror.

You collected yourself and turned to walk out, but looked over your shoulder before opening the door. “Uhm… Ruby?”

“Hm?” She answered.

You wrung your hands anxiously. “Do you think we could maybe… do this again? Sometime?”

Ruby’s head shot up to look at you, and a playful smile spread across her face. “Do what? More kissing lessons?”

You rolled your eyes as she chuckled, then gave you a lopsided grin. “I’d like that. Lunch again, tomorrow?”

A blush pink color sprinkled across the apples of your cheeks as you smiled back at her, trying your best to stay cool and suppress the giddy feeling that was bubbling inside of you.

“See you then.”

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years ago

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can you write atsv characters reacting to a masc or Gn reader being super motherly/fatherly to a kitten? Just romantic stuff no smut

Miles Morales felt the beginnings of a smile stretch across his lips when he caught you helping the kitten dip their paws into some paint and then letting them parade about the canvas, leaving colourful paw prints in their wake with a variety of colours that meshed well despite their opposing components.

(He secretly thanks that it ain’t acrylic paint cuz that’s a bastard to get out, trust me.)

It made his heart swell at the wholesome sight that he couldn’t help but join in on the fun by drawing about the paw prints, making adjustments so that they’d look like a portrait of a field of unique paw shaped flowers, whilst adding his own flair of art style by sketching out the sky before bringing out the marker pens and colouring pencils that he had laying about.

Bonus if he has some music playing in the background because it means you and the little kitten get a private concert when Miles starts singing the lyrics under his breath as he’s taken away to his happy place. You loved getting to see his art in process as you got to appreciate the dedication he puts into each of his works and it brought an even bigger smile to his face when the brown kitten would try to follow the lines of his pencil as though it were a laser; so much so that the finished product was made of lines that stopped and started elsewhere but Miles was talented enough to make it into a work of art worth having in a museum somewhere.

‘Watch out Miles, you’re not the only artist in this family anymore.’ You teased as you both watched as the kitten dipped their paws back into some paint and walking across the bottom of the canvas so it would look as those some of the petals of the flowers had wilted off. ‘He takes after me, don’t you little man?’ Miles says as he puts a hand out -palm up- for the kitten, uncaring that there’d be a smeared purple paw print there afterwards, he was use to getting a little messy. You chuckled at the interaction, ‘so does that mean I’ll be expecting frequent collaborations between you two in the nearby future?’ He shrugs but before he could open his mouth, the brown kitten mewled at you both, making you look at him as he sat next to the canvas that looked to be filled with more colourful white paw prints that doted the sky like stars, ‘that’s to be discussed.’ Miles tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before picking up the kitten to wash his paws whilst you put the canvas somewhere safe to dry.

Pavitr Prabhakar felt as though he could die of cuteness overload when he caught you and the kitten you both had rescued engaging in a multitude of playful games; one of which being based off is something you’ve noticed that the kitten would do whenever you disappeared from it’s sight, where it would then mewl loudly, only stopping when you gave in and poked your head out from the doorway as though it did nothing. So now and then you or Pav would purposefully hide yourselves from the kitten and wait until it either starts mewling or looks for you both themselves; then and only then would you reveal yourselves before repeating the process to see whether or not the kitten had gotten closer then last time.

Another thing you liked to do with the kitten was have them in your lap as you lightly tickled their tummy before pulling away as the kitten imitated your movements by stretching their paws above their head before you proceeded to tickle their stomachs some more and repeating the process; each time dying at how cute your little kitten was that you couldn’t help but cover them in a flurry of tiny kisses against their fur.

You didn’t acknowledge Pavitr until you heard the sound of a photo being taken which was when your head whipped in the direction the sound came from, only to spot Pav with his phone in hand. ‘How long have you been standing there?’ You asked him as the kitten had started to drift to sleep in your lap, leeching off of your warmth. ‘Long enough to capture a photo of my two beloveds and make it my Lock Screen.’ He responded as he turned his phone to show you the picture he had taken and needless to say his photography skills were phenomenal; the picture has captured the moment beautifully and the way the light from a nearby window beaming down onto you and the kitten, silhouetting you both somewhat, as you smiled down at the kitten with an abundance of love and affection in your eyes as the kitten looked to have reciprocated those feelings by looking up at you in an admirable way.

‘It’s a beautiful picture but it’s missing something.’ You tell him.

Pavitr makes a face as he sits down next to you, where the kitten then shifted from your lap to his, purring in content as he ran his fingers over the kittens fur. ‘What would that be?’

‘You.’ You said blatantly as you grabbed his phone from him and took another picture but this time with all three of you; that picture picture quickly became Pavitr’s favourite as it took over as his new screen lock that he loves to look at whenever he felt down or needed a reminder of what he’s got waiting for him after the day was over. The life of being Spider-Man was hectic but it was made all the more worth it when he got to experience moments where it was just you, him and your little fur baby.

Miles, gwen and Hobie would have these types of photos shoved in their face whenever they meet up, but they didn’t mind as it was a sight to see Pavitr beaming as brightly as he did when you or the kitten were brought into the conversation. He’s a proud cat dad with a whole album dedicated to capturing the kitten within every moment of it’s life.

Gwen Stacy stood at the doorway, watching with slight amusement as you set up a makeshift bed for the kitten -a russian blue, you later found out- that was drifting fast asleep on your pillow. Gwen wasn’t that partial to keeping the kitten, mainly because in due to the amount of commitment you’d both have to put in to raising them, but it seemed as though you were more then willing to put in the work as the moment you both found the poor thing seeking shelter underneath a parked car after Gwen heard it’s mewls for help.

You personally made sure that the kitten was being fed, hydrated, bathed, and just overall taken care of while she looked for a good family that would properly take care of Blue; a name you had only just recently picked out after a week of temporarily housing the kitten. However it seemed as though overtime your bond with Blue had deepened significantly to the point where most of the spare space you had became play areas for your newest addition. ‘They seemed to have made themselves quite content there don’t you think.’ Gwen points out and you couldn’t help but internally coo at content Blue looked upon your bed and how their entire body was almost submerged within your bedding, you didn’t have the heart to move them in fear of disrupting their sleep.

‘Yeah, seems as though they have, cheeky little bugger.’ You said fondly as you moved away from what was originally going to be the designated place for Blue’s bed and knelt by the side of your bed, lightly running your fingers through Blue’s soft fur as a soft smile beamed across your face at their comfortability to be vulnerable in front of you and Gwen. ‘You love them don’t you?’ She asked as she moved into the room and knelt beside you and resting her head against your shoulder, having watched you build a trust bond with this kitten made her rethink her whole ideology on have a pet, that if she did find a proper home for Blue. She doesn’t think she could handle seeing how heartbroken you’d be in having to give up the kitten you’ve spent countless hours and sleepless nights raising as though they were your own; which was why she had stopped looking entirely weeks ago but never told you.

You rested your head atop of Gwen’s as you sighed, ‘of course I do,’ you tell her, ‘as tiering as raising this little primadona was, it was all worth it.’

‘Then it’s settled then.’ She tells you and you looked at her in confusion. ‘We’re keeping the kitten and besides,’ she shrugs, ‘I couldn’t find a suitable home for them and you’re both too adorable to split apart.’ Upon hearing this your eyes brightened, ‘does that mean we’re cat parents now.’ You whispered excitedly to Gwen as she could could only smile back from how infectious your happiness was and how she was happy in being the one to bring that happiness out of you, knowing firsthand how deeply you loved Blue and now she wanted to be apart of that too. ‘Yes y/n, we’re cat parents now.’ Gwen agreed as she looked at Blue as they slept. ‘Welcome to the family Blue Stacy.’

Hobie Brown could tell there was a change in your demeanour when you returned home, completely drenched and with your jacket bundled in your arms as though you were crawling something; It also didn’t help that it had been raining for the past week.

‘Are you mad?’ Was the first thing he asked and you shrugged, knowing he was more worried then he was upset, ‘I’d like to think that I’m mentally sound.’ You replied without a hitch. Hobie sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the wall. ‘Would you at least tell me what’s so important that you had to take your jacket off, whilst in the rain no less.’ Before you could speak, your bundled up jacket moved in your arms restlessly until you eventually unraveled it to reveal a scruffy looking kitten with dirty brown fur.

Hobie should’ve known that you went out of your way to make sure that the kitten was kept out of the rain, even if it resulted in you catching a cold the next day from doing so but he knew you’d do it again in a heartbeat; It was in your nature to uplift others into your arms. If anything pissed him off, it would have to be the fact that many people only viewed pets as an accessory they could shop for whenever rather then the lifelong companions that they were; he hated it even more when those same people abandon them out on days like these, despite knowing damn well that they wouldn’t survive.

‘Now before you say anything, I found this little guy in a alleyway in a cardboard box that was soaked and rotting, I couldn’t leave him there Hobie, the poor guy was too weak that I could nearly hear him meow.’ You let the kitten down gently onto the floor where it then proceeded to run towards Hobie, looking up at him defiantly. Hobie couldn’t help but chuckle as he knelt to floor, holding his hand out -palm up- which the kitten then proceeded to sniff and upon deciding neither him nor you were threats, the orange tabby then allowed for Hobie to pick him up.

‘I like the fire in this one’s eyes,’ he tells you as he began to stroke the tabby’s fur as it purred, ‘though we do have to give him a wash soon before we do anything else but I’m sure I can find something to make a collar out of.’ You gasped, running up to him and the tabby in his arms, ‘you hear that little buddy,’ the kitten only blearily blinked at you in response, ‘you’re staying.’ You whispered, gingerly scooping them out of Hobie’s arms, lost in the plans you had in store as you wandered off to prepare a bath, leaving Hobie to watch on with an amused look upon his face; brainstorming his own plans with the little tabby that looked at him from over your shoulder in a desperate plea for help.

Yeah, he loves his little anarchist family already.

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my-darling-boy · 8 months ago

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It’s horrible how my design course has killed my enjoyment in creativity because all they want is finished pieces founded in nothing but a spontaneous mark just to hang at some concrete art gallery or to sell to some “join our revolution” comfy business-casual company with a prison cell wellness room. I’m not saying that it’s “not art” —cos that’s a different post altogether— it’s that the ethos behind this particular formula for art education is ruining the way we think about creation.

Design courses (and other art courses I’ve heard?) are no longer teaching artists or designers techniques, drawing skills, art fundamentals and allowing them to find their own voice so much as they are only instructing how to tic boxes alongside pushing corporate and classist motivated style/methodology bias aimed at producing workers, not creatives, not to mention providing Adobe with endless funds for their despicable scam programs. That’s it. My creativity is only a means to money for them, and if they can extract the process of creation from me without the complex creative intimacy involved in it, they know they can churn out products and services faster and it’s concerning some lecturers don’t seem to be aware this is what they’re teaching? Like they’re buying into industry propaganda?

And the whole time it’s sold to you like you can be some trailblazer when the irony is they’re usually either prepping you for cubicle work or for some misguided high horse creative team pumping out design solutions completely divorced from the reality. I’m tired of all the talks about sustainability in a vacuum with no conversation about nuanced designs that factor in broader social and economic perspectives which lack thereof is leading to sustainable products being sold at a price only able to be afforded by wealthier people who are causing said economic and social problems and contributing to the rapid obsoletion of trades and crafts. Lecturers and speakers don’t seem to think that’s any of our concern and should just worry about producing the design for the hypothetical Bluetooth powered organic hairbrush or using the twigs to make the pattern for the £85 fabric square.

Like? Can I please make something that actually resonates with people outside the circle jerk of egotistical creatives and corporations? Something charming and maybe idk something that doesn’t make me want to tear my miserable portfolio in half with my teeth? And they’re like Mm nope sorry it has to be an extreme close up of a mark making abstract leaf you made from a recycled trash bag inspired by a stalled urban space which we will force you to price at £100 during your exhibition 5 people will bother to attend and no you’re not allowed any other style cos this isn’t the Dark Ages :///

I think the worst thing my lecturer ever said was, while looking around the room of our class work reduced down to a series of cubes and splatters and abstract typography, “Wow, I love how you can’t tell what anyone’s [main artist discipline] is!” Like awww conformity at the expense of a person’s individuality to make pieces for airport hallways and rich people’s living rooms wow so cool heehee like girl that’s not good?? Why on Earth are you complimenting us for that? Like I get it, I thought this course would boost skillset as an illustrator (as we were told), turns out the degree is really not for me, fair enough to anyone thinking that, but forcing students to produce modern abstract art because you think it’s the ONLY Logical Pathway for the future of design, judging them intensely for doing a different style, and thinking producing financially inaccessible art + design is the solution to things like climate change and community severance is an objectively bad take.

#needed to get that off my chest it’s been sitting in my drafts and it’s still true #genuinely hate just about everything I’ve produced on this course #like illustration as a course was fine #this one is just depressing #had to almost completely reinvent my art after first year cos this Forced Style threw me off so bad #I am Scared for the future of creativity in academia #wrote a 10000 word essay (for fun) about why the corporate bullshit is contributing to the downfall of art #so needless to say I have my dissertation for my honours already #ok to rb #illustration #design

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joooooniecore · 2 months ago

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Closer - a namjoon oneshot

namjoonxfem!reader, friends to strangers to lovers, happy ending, almost a double POV

PLOT: when you come face to face with your childhood best friend/first love, your heart unwantedly skips a beat. what happens when you have to work so close to him? will it be easy for you? will it be easy for him?

WARNINGS: angst, smut, explicit language, smut has been marked(skip if uncomfortable)

If someone told Namjoon that he will come face to face with you after all these years, then he will simply laugh on their face. He never really accepted the fact that you left him without a single message and that has always enraged him. Call him petty but he has nourished that grudge for over a decade now. Even his band members know about you and the way he seemed so broken when they first met him.

Namjoon's new album was due release next year. Only six months were left. He was working on some songs that he was immensely proud of. He wasn't exactly trying to follow the typical K-pop artist trend. Being someone who finds beauty in poetry and raps out poetic words, he makes his albums like journals. As if he is telling a secret about his life to his favorite people. The only issue right now? He was two songs behind his schedule.

The lyrics were already written as he had ample new inspirations but he was unable to find a music composition that satisfied him. He has tried several times, racking his brain to find a music that seems to fit the way his lyrics flowed but all in vain. So when the company made him sit down and requested him to collab with another producer, he finally gave an affirmative nod.

He was very skeptical of someone else producing alongside him. He has always been someone who has made his own music and he was quite proud of it. When it came to the group's song production, they always had a team of producers working side by side hence Namjoon wanted to take the sole responsibility of making his own album songs.

The company recommended a very famous producer who will be joining them from abroad. She goes by her pseudo name just like Marshmallow. Namjoon was thrilled by this concept as he always found it cool when someone used another name for their fame. Namjoon found no useful information online about the producer except the facts that she has worked with several famous celebrities. He somehow felt proud of finding such a good producer and after listening few of her composed songs, he was impressed.

The day finally arrived when it was time to meet the infamous producer. He patiently waited for the person to arrive. He was currently in the common studio room with some of the other producers of the company. He planned to meet the producer in a public setting as that would have been less awkward for both of them. From there they could work on their schedule and progress. When the doors of the studio room swung open, he stopped breathing for a mere fraction of second. His eyes going wide and his legs giving up the strength even though he was seated on a chair. It was like the floor beneath his feet was sand and he was slowly sinking in.

Before him stood you. Your soft black curls were longer than the last time he remembers, which was almost a decade ago. Your face didn't change much though. You were just as pretty as he remembered. Only a tad bit mature now. Your big brown eyes were the same. Always curious in reading the room. In soaking it all in. In observing every single person. Because that's how you did it. That's how you knew what to say and how to impress literally everyone in the room. You read them like an open book and Namjoon used to appreciate that talent of yours up until now. He was conflicted between greeting you normally or just simply asking his manager to change the producer.

Your eyes met his and he could see the way your step faltered, your gaze dropping as you looked everywhere but him.

Why would you even accept this proposal of working with him?

Namjoon couldn't help but think about all the possibilities of why you accepted this offer. Was it the fame that came with it? Or was it you trying to rekindle what you left behind in ashes in the past?

You and Namjoon have known each other since little kids. Playing and growing up with each other. Your likes and dislikes aligned like two fated stars. You both have been together through everything. From the crybaby stage to the awkward teenage stage. It was as if you both were joined to the hip and everyone knew that. Friends used to tease you both about how you are a couple which was annoying. The friendship was pure until it wasn't.

Everything somehow shifted when you both were a few months away from graduating. You became closed off and Namjoon got a new girlfriend. It was easy for you rather than to confess how deeply you felt for him. He was happy, according to you. He would approach you with that full watt dimpled smile and gush about his girlfriend. They would enter the cafeteria hand in hand leaving you kind of heartbroken. The final months before graduation were tough as the pressure to find a good college increased and for you, to keep your heart in check became more important. Even though you both planned to stay in touch after school, running away was a better way out of the awkwardness.

So when your dad announced that he was transferred to a different country for the sake of his job, you had an option to run away. Your parents were understanding and even asked you to stay here and study for they knew you might get sad if you left your friends. You were adamant. You decided to study in a different country and stay close to your family. You ran off because it was easy. You ran off because you couldn't confront your feelings. You ran off because you knew Namjoon would never ever fall for someone like you.

The moment you came to know about this offer, you knew this was going to happen. Your manager, Yujin who knew about your past warned you but you acted a little selfishly. You desperately wanted to see him even if it would be for a few months. You had no intention of hurting him more or randomly trying to get in his life. You just wanted to see him, up close, probably for the last time. Namjoon was extremely famous and not everyone gets a chance to be this close to him. It makes you extremely proud that the little lanky kid who used to go wherever you went has taken over such big responsibilities. It's not like you could completely ignore his existence. You did keep track of him when he debuted. You have always followed the entire career of his group and even attended some of his concerts.

And even after knowing what was going to happen when you both finally came face to face, your steps did falter a bit because of his intense gaze. Namjoon was even more handsome up close. The little teenage boy you had a crush on was a fully grown adult who was extremely gorgeous. Tall broad shoulders, wild fluffy hair and a charming face. You hated the fact that he still made your heart flutter.

"Hello. I am ____, also known by my pseudo name ____. It's a pleasure to work with you sir.", your gentle voice boomed throughout the room and you were so glad you didn't stutter.

He quickly bowed back and said, "I am looking forward to work with you too."

It was simple. Polite. Professional. Too professional for two people who knew every single aspect about each other. Too polite for two people who knew each other's hardcore ambitions, dreams, habits and stories.

Namjoon was a stupid young boy back in school. He had always found you special but took your presence for granted. He knew you both were better off as best friends and hence in the process of not ruining the bond with his goddamn feelings, he started dating a girl. She was pretty, classy style and extremely sophisticated. His friends said that they matched each other and he accepted that. He always thought of a prim proper girlfriend as a high-status thing and she ticked all the criterion. Soon after school, he realized how foolish he was. But it was too late to fix that. You left without even letting him know and he was upset, mad and mostly disheartened. He never thought that the friendship will come to such an abrupt end.

He quickly realized that he wasn't happy in the relationship and his girlfriend also cheated. Hence, they broke up. That's when he realized how strongly he felt for you. Your soft brown almond eyes that crinkled a little on the edges when you smiled, a soft and not too deep dimple slowly adorning your cheeks when you laughed. It's the way he has had subconsciously memorized every single feature of you. It made him mad, and degraded and helpless. He promised himself to never fall in love again.

"What do you think Namjoon-ssi?", asked one of the producers, bringing him back to the room for the umpteenth time.

"Huh? Sorry I didn't catch you.", Namjoon grumbles, embarrassed.

"Would you mind showing your lyrics to ___-ssi?"

Namjoon fumbled a bit with his words as he recomposed himself and said, "Yeah, I have them on my phone. Give me a sec."

He quickly started searching for the two songs that have been the bane of his existence, while simultaneously trying to avoid eye contact with you. He had too many questions in his head and the situation was almost overwhelming him. The way you seemed so calm and collected bothered him a lot.

"Take your time Namjoon-ssi. I will gladly wait.", you spoke in a professional tone that Namjoon has come to hate now.

Namjoon didn't even bother to look up as he finally found the folder he was searching for and scrolled down to find the lyrics, "There you go. The last two songs."

You intently looked at the lyrics, clearly impressed by the way it was written. You didn't show it much, trying to keep the feelings in but you were extremely proud of how good Namjoon was at his job. He was insanely talented and even attractive. A lethal combination. Somehow it saddened you more as you yet again couldn't see yourself in place of Namjoon's lover.

Shaking those thoughts off, you complimented the lyrics in the most professional way possible and promised Namjoon to send in some sample compositions that you have already in store. The plan was to listen to them and then add changes if required.

The next day you came in early. Swiping your visitor card through the scanner, you got access into most parts of the building. You were asked to meet Namjoon in his studio. Your heart started beating fast from the mere thought of meeting him alone in a secluded space. You were scared of the feelings that might overflow when you see him. Namjoon has always had a soft spot in your heart and seeing him so close could be dangerous for you. You still remember how every time Namjoon was shown on screen or in any video on YouTube, your heart would skip a beat. Even the mere sound of his voice in songs made you blush hard. You were this stupidly in love even after all these agonizing years.

You softly knocked on the door of his studio, impatiently waiting for him to open the door. You weren't sure if Namjoon would find it pleasant to work with you. You were a bit harsh when you suddenly vanished from the surface of earth. As you waited for him to open the door, the anticipation grew.

The door opened with a soft click, and there stood Namjoon in his full glory. He was wearing a large hoodie that made him look so comfy and cuddly. He stood there constantly brushing his fingers through his unruly hair, a nervous habit of his. He looked a bit tired, maybe from pulling an all-nighter. Despite all that, Namjoon gave you a soft unsure smile and moved aside to let you step into his humble abode.

He was going crazy. You looked extremely beautiful today somehow. He blamed it on the energy drinks and the sleepless schedules. Your eyes travelled through the different things in his room, and his heart hammered in his chest. He was extremely nervous about showing you this piece of his life. There was a time when you knew about every little secret he ever had. You knew his dreams, his ambitions, his sad days and also his successes. But now, staring at you as you look through the albums decorated on the shelves, you felt so distant to him. Like a foreign concept. The girl he had memorized like the back of his hand felt like slipping through his fingers.

He cleared his throat and spoke, "I listened to your composed samples."

You swiftly turned your head to him and gave a small smile, "I am glad. Was it satisfactory?"

Namjoon would be called a liar if he said that he wasn't impressed. He was well aware of your music making skills after seeing you up close for so many years. The samples you gave him were perfect, matching the vibe of the lyrics in the most top-notch way but he still felt like something better could have been done with it. It was after all for the title track of his album and he wanted it to be catchy and interesting.

"They were good but some changes would be appreciated.", he simple stated.

You nodded your head, seemingly satisfied with the response. Throughout all these years of making music for literally a ton of people, you have concluded that the artists who don't request changes in the music given by composers, never become successful. They are so dependent on the composers that they lose the originality of the song.

"I will gladly make changes as you like.", you agreed.

Namjoon gestured towards the chair that he was seated on for a whole day straight. You slowly bowed as you sat on the same chair, the warmth of Namjoon's body heat slowly seeping in. You could smell the soft cologne that was most definitely his. It made your head dizzy as you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

"This is the place I need some changes in.", came Namjoon's deep voice from behind you, as you jolted, clearly shocked by the his closeness.

Regaining your composure, you looked at the screen. He was talking about the transition between the first and second stanza. You nodded your head and asked, "What kind of changes?"

"I need the transition to be a little smoother.", he said.

You quickly got to work, selecting few options and adding some more smoothness to the piece of music. After playing it a few more times, and asking Namjoon to listen to it, the result was great.

He then moved along to a different part of the music that he needed you to work on. The whole time you could feel his eyes linger on your every movement. The warm feeling spreading all across your body whenever you caught him staring through the computer's screen. It didn't help your cause. Your eyes secretly followed him as he got up to drink some water and then opening his hoodie and keeping it aside. He was wearing a tight fitted t-shirt underneath which was going to be the cause of your death.

Namjoon was a handsome man. You knew that for the longest time. You have seen him grow up and even back then he was able to make you feel all giddy from inside. Now seeing him fully grown was doing something to your poor heart. He is tall, probably about six feet, with a well-built body which hugged tightly against the t-shirt. His fluffy long hair seems to suit him a little too well. It gave him a soft yet masculine appearance that looked insanely raw and intimidating. Namjoon would never look bad in any haircut is what you concluded.

After working on the song for hours, Namjoon finally decided that it was time to take a break. He seemed to contemplate a bit but then invited you for lunch which you politely declined.

You didn't want to complicate the situation anymore. You knew coming into his life suddenly might have already caused a disrupt in his brain so you were not going to bother him or make him overthink anymore. You really never imagined getting a chance to meet him and now being so close to him for so many days was really getting into your head.

Walking out of the building, you decided to get lunch at a nearby small café. You weren't particularly hungry so you ate something small and got back to the studio quick.

***

The next day when you knocked on the studio door, you were ready to face Namjoon again only to come face to face with his team mate Hoseok. Of course you have known about them. You were a fan after all but you couldn't fan girl at this very moment.

"Oh. Is Namjoon not here?", you politely asked.

"Ehm no. He just went out to buy some coffee. Please come in.", Hoseok replied, giving his full watt smile.

You slowly entered and took your seat in the sofa that was placed in the corner.

"Hobi hyung did Namjoon hyung return-?", came a voice that died as soon as he saw you.

You looked up to find Taehyung standing there, in front of the attached bathroom. You quickly got up and bowed to him which he returned despite the initial fumbling.

"You are ___ I suppose?", asked Hoseok to which you gave an affirmative nod. He smiled wide and gushed about how he has heard all your works and was actually a big fan of yours. He just never knew the face behind such great songs since you always stayed behind your stage name and never made public appearances.

Taehyung after hearing about your identity gasped loudly. He sat beside you, holding your hands in his and said, "Oh My God! Would you do a collab with me?"

His eyes crinkled as he posed his infamous boxy smile which made his cheeks all puffed up. You found him adorable. He seemed like the little brother asking for a Christmas gift and when you agreed, he was ecstatic. He started talking about the genre of his album and how he was planning to appear in the music videos. You were impressed by his plans and kept smiling till you heard the soft click of the door.

"What are you guys doing here?", came a deep demanding voice from behind you.

Namjoon walked in and was shocked to see you being bombarded with song offers from his team mates. He was trying to keep this lowkey because he knew this was temporary and that you won't be comfortable to do anything more which involves him or his team. Also the fact that his team members knew about the history you both shared made him severely uneasy. But most of all was the way Taehyung was enthusiastically telling you about his plans and the way you were smiling, that happy smile of yours, somehow made him tad bit jealous.

With him, you never smiled and kept it professional and that made him mad. There was a time when he was the only one who could make you smile on your saddest days and now, he was just a part of your distant past. It caused a pain in his chest to think about it and he wasn't ready to endure it anymore.

"Miss ____ did you make the necessary changes I asked for?", he asked, trying to keep his voice stern.

"Yes, I did. I was waiting for your approval.", you replied, sensing that he was being too stiff.

Hoseok and Taehyung finally bid goodbyes after exchanging numbers with you and it was finally time to work alone with Namjoon. You sat on the designated chair while Namjoon hovered around you, listening to the music you created. Halfway through the song, he bent over you, engulfing your entire frame with his own as he clicked a certain part of the music and repeated it. Though for a mere second, but your breath hitched. The close proximity, the warmth of his chest and the soft fragrance of his cologne made you all mushy.

Namjoon's heart was beating fast as he hovered over you to select the part of the music to listen again. He was too much into the zone that he didn't realize the closeness you both were in. When he saw you visibly stiffen, he felt bad. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he quickly stood up straight and acted like he was too much in the zone and did in involuntarily.

The next few days went on smoothly. You both were done with both the songs in no time. Namjoon had decided to call one 'Change pt.2' and the other as 'Wildflower' which was going to be the title track. Even though you have heard the lyrics millions of times while editing it, it still left you in awe. He was a lyrical genius and you were seeing that up close. It was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. The way Namjoon wrote lyrics just made you admire him even more. He has this way of conveying his thoughts through his lyrics that made everyone feel what he means to convey.

After the completion of both songs, your service was no longer needed. You both didn't exchange much words. Shaking hands, he gave you an invitation card to his album party which you gladly took and he said he would contact you if he thinks something else is needed to be done.

***

The next day you woke up a bit cranky. You felt a little upset that you won't be able to see him again but also relieved that you won't be the reason of tension in his life anymore. It was a bittersweet feeling. You never wanted to be a burden in his life. You knew that he would never fall in love with you and it would be a torture to stay in his life and see him date woman who are definitely not you. You decided to stay at home for the whole day but just a bit after noon, you got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello? Who is this?", you asked.

"Ahh ___-ssi. Its me Hoseok.", you could hear his smile through the phone itself.

"What is it Hoseok-ssi?", you asked giggling.

"I just wanted to invite you to this private party of mine. Only members and very close staffs will be there. You can even bring a plus one if you want.", he offered.

You thought about it for a few seconds and decided to take your manager with you. She was also a big fan of Bangtan and would be ecstatic to go to this party. You accepted the offer and got up to call your manager.

"Hello. Yujin-ssi?", you asked as soon as your manager picked up your call.

"I don't like the sound of your voice right now.", came her sarcastic reply.

"Why?", you acted hurt even though you knew it was just some fun banters.

"I can hear the mischief in your voice. What did you do?", came Yujin's bored voice.

"Nothing but I may have a party invite for you.", you said, sounding all smug.

"Who's gonna be there?", she asked.

"You know normal simple people. Like few staff members, close ones and like the Bangtan members. It's Jung Hoseok's private party after all.", you spoke with enthusiasm.

"Hold up! You got an invite to attend Hoseok's private party?", she asked.

"Yes, I did. And I could bring a plus one so I am asking you.", you giggled.

You could hear a loud scream followed by giggles and you knew she was happy. You both quickly decided upon outfits and were ready to go by evening. The journey to the place was nothing eventful. You both entered the bungalow and was immediately engulfed in a hug by Hoseok. He introduced you to the other members and they all gave you a warm welcome.

"Not ruining the party mood, but uhm who is your friend there?", asked Jin as soon as you settled down on a bar stool.

"Oh? She is Yujin. My manager.", you said.

"Is she single?", Jin asked curiously.

You laughed a bit and said, "Yes she is."

Jin stood up, straightening his outfit and gave you a finger salute before saying, "That's my cue." You saw him walk up to your friend Yujin who was talking to this another girl.

You sat there quietly sipping your champagne when you felt a presence behind you. A few seconds later you saw Namjoon take the seat beside you and order for a drink. He was looking a lot better today; clearly got a break from all the pressure he was under. He was dressed well in jeans and a jacket. He always looked effortlessly handsome and you couldn't help but get more and more attracted to him.

A few minutes after you arrived,

Namjoon saw you enter the party and greet everyone. He was on the other side of the room talking with one of the producers. His eyes glided from your top to bottom and his breath hitched. You were wearing a beautiful red, shimmery bodycon dress which hugged your curves perfectly. You weren't a skinny girl and Namjoon thanked the heavens for that. He gets irked by the concept of being unnecessarily skinny. He has always liked women who have some volume in their body and somehow you being like that made his heart skip more.

"You should talk to her.", came a voice from behind him.

While admiring you, he didn't notice Yoongi sneaking up to him and standing beside him, sipping his drink.

"Huh? Why?", said Namjoon trying to act nonchalant.

"Namjoon, I can see it in your eyes and you both have history. You should talk.", he gave a stern reply which Namjoon couldn't deny.

"If you don't talk with her, someone else will.", Yoongi said gesturing towards one of the producers who was eyeing you and trying to bring up a topic to approach you.

Namjoon's blood boiled. He got up from his seat and walked towards you with long determined strides. Once seated beside you, he asked for a drink and basked in your presence for a bit. He was noticing your every little moment to make sure that you were not getting uncomfortable.

"How have you been knucklehead?", he asked, using the name of adoration he used when you two were best friends.

Your head whipped to him, as you looked at him wide eyed. You missed the nickname even though you despised it all your life.

"H-Hi. I- I am fine. You?", you internally scolded yourself for stuttering. You were supposed to look unbothered but the way his hand found place on your lower back was sending shivers down your spine.

"I have been good. I know I haven't brought up this topic but I missed you a lot.", he said with a genuine soft smile on his lips.

You almost melted in his presence. You felt guilty for ruining your friendship. You never even thought of living a life without Namjoon and now here you are stammering to talk to the same person who once was like your very own personal diary.

"I missed you too. Those were tough times. Sorry I lost contact.", you said, trying to ease the situation.

Namjoon shifted a bit closer, now almost engulfing both your legs between his. His fingers drew soothing circles on your back as his face shifted towards you, taking you all in. You could see every detail of his face up this close. His dimpled smile, his alluring dragon eyes and the mole on his cheek. Calling him handsome would be an understatement.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the music that boomed through the entire place as everyone danced on the dance floor. No one was close to you both, making the two of you stay in a secluded bubble of yours. You shifted closer, unable to resist his hypnotizing aura and Namjoon was there to hold you. His hands engulfed around your waist as you stood in front of him. Him being still seated, he craned his neck to take you in and he pulled you more into his body. In between his legs, you fitted perfectly as you dipped your head, trying to calm your beating heart.

The kiss was soft, almost experimental as you saw Namjoon stiffen a bit beneath your fingers. You felt awkward and decided to pull away but his hands held you firmly as he deepened the kiss. Devouring you with passion as sparks flew everywhere. You have never been kissed in a more electrifying way and you melted in his embrace.

As if the break of a spell, you realized what you have done. You suddenly jerked back, your head reeling from the kiss and your body shivering from the loss of warmth. Your mouth stuttered as you stared at him as if you have seen a ghost.

"This- I- This wasn't supposed to happen. I am sorry.", you said as you hurriedly ran to find Yujin. You saw her flirting and laughing with Jin and you felt guilty for ruining their time.

"I will take you home.", came a deep voice from behind you.

Namjoon stood there, not a single expression present on his face. You gulped before approaching Yujin and saying her that you have to go home. She at first insisted to get you a car but you said you were fine and let her enjoy the night.

The drive to your home was short. No conversations exchanged; no eye contact made. You gave him the directions and he made sure to drop you off right on the front porch of your house. You swung the car door open and Namjoon followed you to your front porch and finally spoke, "You are seriously running away again?"

You looked at him, clearly annoyed and said, "I didn't want it to happen. I know we both are drunk and it was a drunken mistake. I never wanted to be a bother in your life. I left for good once and I will never bother you again."

***

Many months followed and no contact was made from both sides. It was finally the end of November when you got a call from Yujin who said that Namjoon's album Indigo is going to get released on December 2nd, which was in two days. You thought about texting him and asking about his feelings for the album but then you reminded yourself how things ended and so you waited. You were going to silently support his albums and solo endeavors because no matter what, you will always love and admire him.

The album was released and it was all over social media. Fans were gushing about the music video and the songs that he has written. You have heard most of the songs so you didn't bother checking it. You just saw few fan posts, and edits that made you smile. You watched the music video and were shocked by the amount of production effort they put behind these songs. Namjoon looked beautiful in the video. You repeatedly watched it to enjoy him being in his element. You missed him.

In the evening you finally got time to listen to the entire album on Spotify. You opened the album and something piqued your interest. You remember Namjoon mentioning you that there would be 9 songs in the album but the app was showing ten songs. You scrolled down to find a song whose title seemed new to you. Your eyes stopped on the song named 'Closer'. You haven't heard this song and you were damn sure of it.

Taking out your headphones, you played the song.

I get a feelin' sometimes That I can't get close enough to you I feel it most in the nighttime Even though that's when I'm closest to you If I could be under your skin Closer than we've ever been We'd be closer than we've ever been, oh

Mm, I feel it most in the nighttime, yeah Me never on your timeline, yeah See you always in the limelight Keep me rollin' in the deep, yeah Not a tease, no joke, I do mean it Don't cease, baby don't, why you floatin'? Wanna lock you up in my sight But you run away like fish, yeah

I keep you right next to me (to me) Only just in my dream (in my dream) I see you in red, blue, green (oh, no) Don't wake me up from sleep I think I'm losin' my grip (my grip) Everything off the beam Why you showed up in my life Like this so sudden, oh God, no

Come holla at a youngin from the block, baby, uh Say the time don't wait for nobody Oh, I bet you thought, baby (oh, I bet you thought baby, oh) But the time gon' stop When you and I make our lips lock baby (oh-oh-oh, trust me) And once again you made me Misplace my pride, baby (oh-oh-oh, so trust me, oh-oh)

Promised myself never again But you got me doing the same thing all over again And I make her body Di-di-diddy-diddy-bop Di-di-diddy-diddy-bop (di-di-diddy-diddy, di-di-diddy-diddy) I wanna show you how I gets down Baby, girl, come on (come on and oh-oh-oh-oh)

Please, leave your message after the beat

If love ain't for us (if love ain't for us) 이걸로만족할게 (이걸로만족할게) I don't need your touch (I don't need your touch) 너의사랑이면돼 (너의사랑이면돼) (Come closer, come closer, yeah-yeah, yeah)

Yeah If this is all we can do (can do) Yeah, just lookin' at you (at you) There's gon' be no take two Stay where you are If this is all we can do (can do) Yeah, just lookin' at you (at you) There's gon' be no take two Stay where you are

Stay where you are Just stay where you are (stay where you are) Stay where you are Stay where you are Just stay where you are Stay where you are, oh

The land beneath your feet shifted as you heard the lyrics over and over again. The words felt too familiar. You knew what the lyrics meant. You knew who it was written for and you weren't sure if you could take this anymore. There was someone in Namjoon's life and you felt like an intruder. The song was written as a love confession and you felt like a little shit when you remembered initiating that kiss. The sound of the doorbell brought you out of your thoughts. You walked up to the door and opened it to find Yujin.

"Did you hear the songs?", she asked as if she knew what you were going through.

Clearing your throat you replied, "Yes. I did. Great songs."

Yujin rolled her eyes and said, "You know what I mean. Don't play dumb."

You sat on the sofa groaning, "I never wanted this to happen. I really thought I could do it without any trouble and just admire him from afar. It was never meant to end up like this. I didn't know he had a lover. I feel so dumb."

Yujin opened her mouth to say something and then again closed. She hit your head hard and said, "You are seriously dumb."

"Huh?", you asked, clearly not understanding what she meant.

"He wrote that song for you, dumbass.", she said with an exasperated sigh.

Your mind went blank as you stared at her trying to process what she just said. You were sure that Yujin has gone crazy. Namjoon can never write a song about you. Namjoon can never admire you like that and most importantly, Namjoon can never fall in love with someone like you.

"You have gone crazy. Why would it be about me?", you snarled.

Yujin sat you down and explained, "Because Jin told me so. Namjoon got another collab offer a bit late and he had this song in his archive so he decided to go with it. When the members heard the song, they teased him asking him that who it was about and he said your name."

The information fell on you like a mountain. Your heart started beating fast as you felt light headed.

"You-You are joking right?", you asked, unable to believe it.

"I am not. I would never joke about something like this.", she said, her eyes softening as she held you tight.

You stood up and fumbled with your phone as you decided to call him. Your hands panicked as you couldn't decide if it was a good idea. Yujin came to your rescue as she dialed Jin and asked about Namjoon's whereabouts. Apparently, he was still in his studio, reading all the comments online and looking at the streaming count.

"I will take you to him. Get dressed."

You wore a dress you found on your hanger, some fuzzy stockings and a long coat. Then you combed your hair to look at least a little bit decent. The ride felt like hours and by the time you reached the building, your heart was racing fast.

"I am here to meet Namjoon-ssi.", you said showing your visiting card. Namjoon never took it from you and you didn't get chance to return it.

Your legs trembled as you walked up to his studio and after calming yourself down for the umpteenth time, you knocked.

Namjoon was in his bubble, staring at the computer screen, reading comments and feedbacks when he heard a knock on his door. He wasn't sure who was here at this late hour but he got up from his seat and opened the door. There stood you, stuffed in winter clothes, a soft fluffy scarf covering your head and half of your face, making only your eyes and red nose visible. You were almost out of breath from all the running and he was simply shocked to see you there.

"I- What are you doing here?", he finally asked.

"Y-You! You are a stupid idiot dumb handsome man.", your ears went red as you hit him. Your punches barely making him nudge.

He chuckled and pulled you in a warm hug, "Why are you so cold? Let me warm you up."

With that he pulled you inside the studio and made you sit on the sofa which was closest to the portable heater. You slowly opened the millions of layers and finally took a breather. Namjoon kneeled down in front of you and engulfed your cold hands into his big warm ones. He slowly closed the distance as he kissed you rough.

SMUT BEGINS HERE

This kiss was a lot different from the first one. This showed passion, and longing and every emotion you both have locked inside of you for all these years.

"I have been wanting to do this for so fucking long.", Namjoon whispered against your lips as he stood up and sat beside you before pulling you into his lap.

Then another kiss followed and it started slow, almost a delicious feeling to it. He trailed kisses down your neck and the feeling made you grind your hips on his lap.

"Fuck. You are killing me here knucklehead.", he smirked as he held your hips tighter, grinding you more on his crotch.

You gasped and moaned as the rhythmic circular motions increased in pace. Then all of a sudden, he picked you up and gently thrashed you on the sofa, instantly hovering over you. You looked into his eyes and saw something that you have never seen before. His pupils were dilated as his gaze darkened into something beyond explanation. Namjoon dipped his head to kiss you once again before gently grazing down until he was closest to your core.

"Fuck baby, this dress looks good on you.", he complimented and you blushed red. You had no idea how you looked when you left your house but you were glad you chose a dress.

He slowly lifted your dress, asking for your permission silently with his eyes and you nodded.

His fingers grazed your core as a whimper left your mouth. "You are so fucking wet. Is this all for me?", teased Namjoon.

You gave a frantic nod as you whispered, "Please Namjoon."

"Please what love?"

"Please touch me."

"I am touching you.", he teased, a smirk forming on his face.

You groaned in embarrassment as you balanced yourself on one elbow and looked at him, almost challenging him. You took his hand and guided it to your throbbing core as he smirked even more. He began slowly circling it and you lost every little control you had on your body.

The motion was composed, not too rushed or too much. The delicious roll that your hips made, caused whimpers to fall from your mouth. You moaned and whimpered, saying his name like a goddamn prayer.

You sat up and helped him out of his sweatshirt only to come face to face with his well-built abs and muscles. An involuntary moan escaped from your lips as you heard Namjoon chuckle.

"You like the view huh?", asked Namjoon.

"Yes, I definitely do.", you said as your grazed your hand over his abs and saw him shiver at your touch. You immediately noticed how something else of his needed your attention as you gently brought your hand over his pants to unbuckle it.

He grabbed your hands and said, "Are you sure love?"

You nodded a big yes and popped the button. With his member out, you gave it kitten licks, trying to grasp the feeling of it on your tongue. Namjoon groaned and moaned and that made you even more confident. He suddenly grabbed all your hair in his hand, twisting it around his knuckles and using that as a support to properly fuck your mouth. You gagged and choked, your eyes watering as your core started getting wet from the noises.

Namjoon then laid you down and kissed you sweetly. He took your dress off and threw it to a heap where all the clothes laid. He dipped his head, leaving a trail of kisses from your mouth, down your neck and near your torso. He slowly cupped your breasts and sucked hard, making you writhe underneath him. Then continuing his work downwards, he slowly put his tongue on your core, lapping it like a thirsty man. He sucked and licked as you moaned hard.

Trying to shut your moans, you bit your lips which made Namjoon immediately stop what he was doing as he said, "Don't fucking hide your moans for me. This is a soundproof room. I want to hear you scream my name."

The way he demanded it, made you even more wet as you nodded. He continued his work on your core as you loudly moaned his name, "I am close Namjoon, faster."

He added his fingers in too and you were a goner. Within seconds you came undone, with his name on your lips. He looked up to you, his chin glistening with your juices as he smiled.

He got up suddenly trying to find something and you asked, "What are you searching for?"

"Oh, uhm condoms.", he stated as he continued his search.

"I am clean and on IUD.", you commented.

He stared at you, clearly shocked, "Oh well then umm I am also clean. Got checked recently so umm, can I?"

You found it cute how he fumbled with his words as you used your fingers to make a come-hither motion. He smiled as he hovered over you once again, and slowly buried himself in your core. You moaned, the feeling causing pain and even relief. The rhythmic motion of his body and your moans filled the room as you both reached your high at the same time.

After helping you clean yourself with warm water, he made you lie on the makeshift bed and settled beside you.

SMUT ENDS HERE

"So?", he asked.

"What?"

"I mean I think you know about the song.", he blushed, rubbing his neck nervously.

"Yes, I did. I didn't know about your feelings. I am sorry.", you said.

"Its fine. I actually kept it hidden too. I have liked you since senior year.", he confessed and you could only stare at him. All these years you thought that you would never have a place in his life as a lover and here he was confessing about his long-preserved feelings.

"What? But you had a girlfriend!", you complained.

"Yes. I realized my feelings after you left but then I looked deep into it and realized that I have always loved you. It was my stupid teenage brain that decided to get a girlfriend to move on from you.", Namjoon awkwardly explained.

You laughed and said, "Don't worry. I was worse. I left you because I liked you."

Namjoon gave a hearty laugh and said, "Oh that is why you ghosted me. Wow. You are truly a knucklehead."

And even if your love story started on the wrong foot. Even if you kept your feelings hidden for so many years. Even if you both were stupid enough to never confess, it was quite sure that you both were meant for each other. Namjoon would always be your solace; your soulmate and you would always be Namjoon's beloved muse.

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Author's note: Hello lovelies. I finally decided to open a tumblr account because Wattpad was getting a bit annoying. I will still keep posting there.

This was a tough one to write whew. I don't do well with smut writing so please don't mind if it seems weird to you. Its funny how I am a goddamn adult and still don't know how to write sexual scenes. Also ignore any typos lmao. Anyways, I hope you liked this story. Drop some story ideas along with member names and I will fulfill your wishes. Till then goodbye, and I love y'all!<3

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collision. | anton lee.

024. game on. (written portion)

You step out of your room after getting ready, hands full with your lip products in one hand, the other holding your bag and locking your bedroom door. You head into the entryway, catching Chaewon swiping at her outfit in the full body mirror you and the girls decided would be a good investment at the beginning of the semester.

“Oh, you look so gorgeous, Chae. I could literally eat you.” You mutter, joining her at the mirror to outline your lips with liner.

“Thank you! You look so pretty as well. I haven’t seen this top in a while.” Chae replies, tucking in your tag that sticks out.

“I thought I lost it ages ago but it was in the back of my closet.”

“In that monstrous pile of clothes?” Chae scoffs, “Of course it was in there.”

You shake your head. “That’s another night’s problem. Where are you and Seok headed to tonight?”

“I don’t know,” Chae sighs, looking over to you with a knowing look, “That’s the problem.”

You laugh, “Oh, you hate surprises. Did he at least tell you what to wear?”

“Yes, so there’s that. He said I’ve really enjoy where we’re going though, so… I’m excited.”

At the shy smile on your roommate’s face, you pinch her cheeks in cuteness aggression.

“Look at you so happy! Have fun tonight!”

“Thanks, you too! Is Shotaro on his way?”

“Oh, no. Anton is picking me up. Shotaro and the guys are picking up beers for tonight.” You look away to tug on your sneakers, where you can feel Chaewon’s evil smirk behind you.

She slaps your ass and you yelp, turning around with a shocked face.

“Hey!”

“That’s why you’re all dressed cute! Do you like him? Seems like you had a lot of fun with the guys and him last night.” She’s so incredibly giddy, so you can’t help but smile as well.

“Not answering that,” You sing as you swing the front door open, Chae following right behind you.

She locks the door behind you two and turns around at the sounds of Eunseok and Anton’s voices in your driveway. They weren’t expecting to run into each other, clearly given away by the amusement in their tones.

The two are conversing, Seok stood by his open car door with a nice bouquet of flowers, Anton hanging an arm outside his rolled-down window. Seok’s sentence cuts off as he catches sight of you two, eyes obviously glued to Chaewon.

She does a small wave, jogging over to Eunseok. “Hi.”

Seok is speechless, taking an extra second to reply with a meek hi back. “You look… so incredibly beautiful.”

Chaewon responds to the embarrassment with the harshest slap to Eunseok’s bicep, to which he winces as you and Anton laugh.

She gracefully accepts the flowers Seok playfully gets on his knees to give as you head to the passenger seat of Anton’s car and open the door.

“Enjoy your date, cuties!” You yell through the open window.

Seok shakes out of his conversation with Chae to nod, “Thank you, have a good time with everyone! Don’t get too crazy without me.”

“Eh, I don’t know about that but we can try.” Anton smiles.

Chaewon exclaims, pointing to you with a sharp finger. “Update me if Meg— I mean, if anything happens!”

You nod, waving the two off again as Eunseok opens the door for Chaewon and they get into their car safely.

You take a deep breath, breathing out a hi to Anton now. He gives a bright smile and responds with the same, one that makes your heart skip a beat.

“We’re gonna take a detour to pick up the Wingstop order Hannie put in.”

“Sounds good!” You click your seatbelt in and then you’re off. At the first stoplight, Anton unplugs his phone to hand you the AUX, his eyes forward while driving.

“You want me to play music?” You ask, taking the wire from him. You’ve been trying to peek at his attractive profile, his glasses sitting perfectly on his face.

Anton hums, one hand on the wheel to take a smooth left turn. “You have good music taste. I liked what you were playing last night.”

“Oh, you mean the circus clown music?” You joke, “One of my very underground artists. Of course you wouldn’t know them.”

Anton laughs, eyes crinkling. “Yes, I totally meant that banger.”

After arriving at Wingstop’s parking lot, Anton offers for you to stay seated in the car but looking at the line out the door, you know it’ll take a little for the order to be ready.

Deciding to keep him company in line, you both enter the building together. Subconsciously looking around at the crowd, you immediately recognize a certain man with blond hair and whip back around with lightning speed.

“What’s wrong?” Anton asks with concern, looking around for what you were so worried about.

“You— know what! I think I’ll actually wait in the car. The keys please?” You force a smile, side-eyeing Jake’s laughing form in the far back corner of the room. Him and his friends are clearly here and waiting for their order as well.

Anton catches onto your drift, clearing his throat. He pulls his keys out of his pocket, placing them in your hand. You rush out the door without any other prompting, hopping into the passenger seat and sinking down.

Ten minutes later, Jake and his friends exit, and you fold over in your seat again to avoid being recognized. Anton coincidentally exits right after him and motions for you to unlock the car doors.

“Everything okay?” Anton asks once more, watching Jake reverse out of the parking lot in the rear mirror.

“Yes,” You breathe out, stress melting from your body as you lean back into your normal position, “I’m so sorry about that. I just saw my ex and didn’t want to interact with him. That would’ve been so awkward.”

Anton nods, trying not to pull a face and show that he knows who it is. “Oh you meant that guy? Shit, that’s okay. Totally understandable.”

“I appreciate it. I guess everyone and their mother wants to get Wingstop on a Friday night,” At the delicious smell coming from Anton’s lap, you gently take it from him and place the two large bags in the back, “That literally smells mouth-watering.”

“I’m starving,” Anton mutters, “If you see me chowing down in the corner later, ignore me.”

With that, Anton drives in the direction of his apartment. The small talk slowly dissolves to being less stilted after that horrible encounter. With your awful luck, you ran into Jake of all people with Anton for the first time.

Anton can tell your mind is still a little occupied and tries his best to distract you and make you forget about it. Not fully knowing how Jake “did you dirty,” as Hannie said, he doesn’t let his curiosity to ask take over.

As much as you two got closer last night, Anton knew by your expression you weren’t going to share that information comfortably.

Arriving at the apartment, you insist on holding the food as Anton holds his swim bag and his backpack on his shoulders. You can already hear commotion going on before Anton can even unlock the door. The distinct sounds of Sohee and Sungchan gaming in the living room are spilling from behind the front door.

When Anton announces his arrival, Seunghan pops his head from around the corner with a soft smile on.

He thanks Anton for getting the food as you both toe your shoes off. Hannie gives a quick hug to you before taking your purse and jacket and hanging it in the entryway closet.

“I’ll be right back. I have to drop off my stuff to my room.” Anton lets you know, getting down a little lower to speak to you before stepping away.

You pointedly decide to ignore the smug look Hannie has on his face and walk into the living room where Sohee and Channie just finished a Super Smash Bros round. Sohee has clearly lost by the defeated expression he’s sporting.

“So busy with Channie beating your ass, you couldn’t say hi when I showed up?” You grin as you dap up the two, Sohee rolling his eyes at your words.

“Shut up! You know this blue controller is ass compared to Chan’s. We rock paper scissored for which controller and I lost of course.”

“Excuses!” Chan bumps Sohee with his shoulder, “Don’t be a sore loser.”

“Chan, is Karina coming later? I’m surprised she’s not here.”

“Oh, yeah! She is, she’s just at a friend’s birthday party and then she’ll come by… probably around 10? 10:30?”

You hum, about to sit down when Sohee suggests they swap controllers. Chan naturally refuses. At that, Sohee jumps at Chan on the couch and you narrowly avoid getting hit in the process.

Rolling your eyes, you give up on sitting near the two and mention the food is here. The two idiots quickly shove away from each other at the sound of that, joining you on your journey to the kitchen.

Han is pulling out plastic forks, napkins, cups, and plates to prepare for everyone eating.

“How much do we owe you by the way?” You ask Han, who’s humming to the music he’s playing on his speaker.

“Good question, I haven’t done the math yet. Mind doing it for me?” Han asks, distracted.

You blow out a heavy breath in preparation, sitting down at the island counter and pulling up your calculator and receipt. “Bold of you to ask an art major but I’ll give it a shot.”

Han laughs and finishes setting up with Sohee’s help. Chan besides you jumps up at the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Anton comes out at the commotion, having changed. Anton hadn’t expected he’d be picking you up so of course he only packed bummy clothes to change into after practice. Anton had swapped his sweats and baggy tee for a long sleeve and jeans.

Wonbin, Nicholas, and Shotaro have shown up together with two cases of beer, all dapping each other up.

Formalities finally aside, Han motions everyone to eat and the horde of men quickly form a line.

Han is scolding everyone for being greedy and fighting for food when there was definitely enough to go around. You yell the amount everyone has to send Han before getting in the line yourself.

Anton is standing behind you, letting you go first. His cologne was so distracting and smelled way too good for your sanity right now.

“I like the change in outfit. The jeans suit you.” You compliment, quickly turning back forward to avoid your face heating up.

Anton gets shy from behind you, a fat smile on his face. “Thanks, I should wear them more often.”

Now it’s Nic’s turn to chat to you, ignoring Wonbin and Sohee fighting for the last flavor of something in front of him.

“Thanks for picking up my jacket from here by the way. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome! Dani's stained it with her foundation though so… I would figure out how to wash that out.”

Nic rolls his eyes, “Oh I noticed…” He then goes on to whisper something into your ear which makes Anton’s eye twitch.

Funnily enough, Anton doesn’t believe he’s a jealous person. His last ex also had quite a few guy friends and he was never bothered with them. But Seunghan’s texts earlier on in the day were really bugging him.

Don’t get him wrong either, Anton believes that girls and guys can be friends but out of everyone, Nic, Shotaro, and Wonbin were the only three he was still getting close to.

Shotaro and YN clearly had a sister-brother relationship. Wonbin had stated at their late-night hot dog trip earlier in the week that he wasn’t looking to date anyone (although Anton suspected he was lying.)

And then there was Nic. He didn’t know of your guys’ relationship.

Was Han talking about Nic when he said there was a line of people interested in you? What about that dude from the basketball team he had also mentioned?

Speaking of the devil, Han finished stacking his plate high, walking by to go sit in the living room. He eyes in passing Anton’s tight jaw observing Nic and YN’s interaction, internally giggling at the healthy turmoil he’s causing his friend.

Han knew what he texted would actually encourage Anton to make a move if he framed pursuing you this way. Not to mention how he had made sure to ask Shotaro to go pick up the beer instead of picking up YN too.

He was never going to admit it to your guys’ face, but he always thought of setting you two up… for a while now too. But when Han had thought to do it, you had just broken up with Jake and your intuitive friend knew you weren’t looking for anything yet.

But as everyone settles into their respective spots around the living room, Han notices you scoot to sit beside Anton on the long couch.

It looked like you were ready to move on now though, Han thinks to himself.

“YN.” Han speaks up, grabbing your attention.

“Yeah?” You mumble around a bite of fries.

“I told you about that Heeseung guy asking for your number earlier, didn’t I?”

At the bewildered face you pull, clearly not. “Um, no? Who the hell is that and how does he know me?”

Wonbin joins the conversation, adding, “Me and Han ran into him on the court this morning. He’s on the basketball team? Apparently, he’s seen you on my story and thinks you’re cute.”

“Wait until he finds out she bites. I have a mark on my arm to prove it.” Nic says off-handedly, to which Anton bristles at when you laugh.

Seunghan is done eating, throwing an arm about Anton. “Want me to pass your number along?”

Anton narrowly avoids shoving Hannie off him, knowing this game he’s playing to get him jealous.

You roll your eyes, “ Fuck no,”

“Awww, why not?” Han groans.

“The entire basketball team are asshats. No thanks.”

“How do you know?” Shotaro asks, licking his lips of sauce. Sohee tosses a napkin at his face, who he gives a dirty look to but thanks anyway.

“Megan was done dirty by one of them last year. Says she went to one of their parties and got the ick.”

You subtly look to Wonbin for mentioning Megan but his face is stoic. He seems like he’s trying not to react on purpose as Shotaro beside him, bless his soul, is more obviously cracking his neck to peek at his best friend.

Everyone nods along though, believing what you said quite easily. Sungchan mentions how weird they were with letting people in at parties and other odd stuff.

Conversation moves to every one’s day, Sohee mentioning this monstrous exam he and Anton took this morning. Shotaro, Nic, and Wonbin had gone downtown to the liquor store to pick up the case of beer. You show off your painting you finished in today’s studio, everyone around you in awe as your phone gets passed around.

Anton mentions his swim meet on Sunday, which he invites everyone to see if they’re available.

Sohee grins at the discussion of a swim meet, slowly getting up from his seat, “Shall we bring out the big boy in celebration of your last meet for a while?”

Anton groans, head dropping down. You and the others are not familiar with what Sohee is talking about.

Sohee slides in his socks to the entryway closet, digging in there for a second before pulling a huge cardboard printout of Anton’s face.

You burst out laughing at the horribly drawn stars, mustache, and words of encouragement on it. Shotaro immediately jumps up to hold it, pulling out his phone to document the gold mine.

Anton can only smile in embarrassment as Sungchan demonstrates what him, Han, Seok, and Sohee do, an outrageous chant of Anton’s name and his swimming ability, naturally flowing out of his mouth. They clearly have the song down because the other two join in quick succession.

“Oh, please don’t bring that on Sunday. You guys got a noise complaint last time you did.”

“What? Really?” Nic laughs, “How is that even possible?”

“Yeah, isn’t the point of the crowd to cheer?” Wonbin adds on.

“That’s what you’d think! But those teenyboppers made the baby near them cry bloody murder and my huge cardboard face blocked half of the crowd’s view.”

Everyone laughs as Anton wrangles it out of Shotaro’s hands and stuffs it back in the closet. “Is everyone done eating? Because I want to play some Mario Party.”

“Yeah wait, how are we playing Mario Party with ten people? Isn’t the max number of players four?” Nic wonders aloud as everyone helps to clean the mess they’ve made.

Han places the rest of the food in the fridge for Dani, Megan, and Karina later. Wonbin gets busy cracking open beers for everyone, seemingly in an eager mood to drink.

Sohee nods, “Yeah but I was thinking we play short games and take turns.”

“And the rest will twiddle our fucking thumbs?” Sungchan laughs.

Sohee’s grin slowly grows on his face. “No, not quite. That’s what I requested the beers for! Whoever loses a mini game drinks. Those not playing will bet on someone and if they lose… they also drink.”

You throw your head back, legs crossed while sat on the couch. “Oh, we’re getting wasted tonight. I can already tell.”

“It’s beer! We’ll be fine!”

“That’s what we always say when we drink beer.” You groan.

“Besides, there’s no more alcohol left in the house so this is all there is for the ten of us.”

Shotaro gives a dead serious look. “You asked me to pick two cases for ten people? You do realize how much it takes us guys to get drunk right?”

“Well I’m not drinking so count me out. I’m DD tonight for everyone.” Nic points out.

“I can help drive people if you want.” Anton offers.

“No worries, it’s my turn to be DD anyway.” Nic waves his hand.

“Okay, perfect!” Sohee claps, “One less person drinking.”

“Hey, speak for yourself for being lightweight, Taro. I can probably be 7 shots in and you’d be on your ass.”

Your little egoistical smirk makes Anton scoff beside you.

“Oh, game on, you little shit. I’ll beat you ten times over in mini games.” Shotaro brags, childishly sticking out his tongue.

“Bet! Match off later, bet all your stars and coins.” You cross your arms, getting riled easily.

Anton laughs at your behavior, excited to see you get competitive.

“Alright who’s first then?!” Sohee rubs his hands together in excitement.

Shotaro and your hands shoot up obviously, Anton slowly puts up his and Sungchan also does, easily deciding the four playing first.

Game on.

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rootedinrevisions · 5 months ago

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In the Wings: Part 5

SUMMARY: A casual day on set takes an unexpected turn when Glen brings his parents to the hair and makeup trailer. As you bond with them over shared interests and playful conversation, Glen watches with a fond smile, clearly pleased with how well you're getting along. Later, when Glen invites you to join them for lunch, the conversation flows easily, but Glen can’t escape a few embarrassing childhood stories his parents share.

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WARNINGS: None. Just Fluff in this one!

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You step into the hair and makeup trailer, the familiar scent of hairspray and cosmetic products already filling the air. It’s early, but the trailer is quiet, the rest of the team having not arrived yet for the day. You move about the space, setting out your tools and products in preparation for Glen’s arrival. He’s due any minute, and though it’s become routine by now, there’s always a flutter of anticipation when you know he’s on his way.

You glance in the mirror, making sure everything is in place, when you hear the door open behind you. But as you turn, ready to greet Glen, you notice he’s not alone. His warm smile spreads as he steps inside, flanked by two familiar faces—his parents, Cyndy and Glen Sr., visiting him on set.

"Hey, hope you don’t mind," Glen says with a grin, motioning toward them. "Thought I’d bring some backup today."

“Not at all,” you smile as you look past him to see where his parents are. Their presence catches you slightly off guard, though not necessarily in a bad way.

He introduces you with a smile. "Mom, Dad, this is the makeup artist I’ve been telling you about," Glen says, gesturing to you.

His mom, Cyndy, smiles warmly as she steps forward. "It’s so nice to finally meet you. Glen has mentioned how great you are."

You exchange greetings, shaking her hand. Glen Sr. gives you a polite nod and a friendly, "Nice to meet you," before sitting on the nearby couch.

As you start prepping Glen's hair, Cyndy sits down nearby and strikes up a conversation. "So, how do you keep up with all these actors? I imagine you’re running around all day trying to keep them camera-ready," she says, laughing lightly.

You smile, nodding as you work through Glen's hair. "Yeah, it can get a little crazy, especially when the weather isn’t cooperating. But, I’ve been doing this long enough that I can manage a few stubborn heads of hair."

Cyndy chuckles and nods. "You sound just like me trying to wrangle Glen’s hair when he was younger. He had the curliest hair when he was younger. Honestly, his curls were a challenge. I learned so much about products just trying to keep it from looking like a bird’s nest!"

You can’t help but laugh, glancing at Glen through the mirror as you apply a little styling cream to his hair.

"I can imagine. He does have a head of hair that keeps me busy," you say, playfully teasing.

Glen raises an eyebrow in mock offense. "Hey, I thought we were on the same team here," he says with a grin.

His mom rolls her eyes affectionately, clearly used to this kind of banter. "He’s always been fussy about his hair," she says, leaning closer to you. "You know, he used to let his sisters test makeup and skincare products on him.”

Glen Sr., who has been quietly observing, throws in a comment. "Yeah, Glen's always been particular about how he looks—don’t let him fool you. I’ve never seen anyone take so long to get ready for prom. He was taking this really cute girl he liked and he must have fixed his hair twenty times before she showed up."

Glen groans in mock embarrassment while you laugh with Cyndy and Glen Sr. It’s so easy and natural, and you start to feel completely at ease around his parents. The friendly dynamic between them makes it feel as though you’ve known them much longer than a few minutes. As you finish up Glen’s hair and makeup, you catch a glimpse of him in the mirror, watching the exchange with a soft smile.

"Alright, I think you’re good to go," you say, stepping back to inspect your work.

Glen stands and turns to his mom. "What do you think?" he asks, gesturing to his styled hair.

Cyndy nods approvingly. "I think you’re in good hands."

He meets your eyes for a moment, and there’s something unspoken but meaningful in the look he gives you.

"I think so too," he says softly.

As Glen and his parents make their way out, Cyndy pauses by the door, turning back to you. "It was really nice talking to you. Hopefully, we’ll see you again before we leave."

You smile, feeling something like a mix of warmth and nervousness swirl in your chest. "It was great meeting you both."

As they head out and the door closes behind them, you feel the weight of what just happened start to sink in. Glen’s parents. Not just a casual meeting—but a glimpse into the world of someone who’s beginning to feel a lot more significant to you.

A few hours pass, and you move through the rest of the morning on set with a steady pace, trying not to think too much about your earlier interaction with Glen and his parents.

By the time lunch rolls around, you’re back in the trailer, scrolling through the DoorDash app, absentmindedly debating between a sandwich or sushi when your phone buzzes with a text.

Glen: "Hey, do you want to join me and my parents for lunch? We’re heading to this restaurant a few minutes away."

You stare at the message for a moment, feeling a slight flutter in your stomach. Lunch with Glen and his parents? It seems casual enough, but something about the invitation feels… different. After a brief pause, you type back a reply.

You: "Sure, sounds fun. Where should I meet you?"

A few minutes later, you're on your way to the restaurant, mentally preparing yourself to be around Glen’s parents again.

When you walk into the restaurant, you’re met with warm smiles from both Cyndy and Glen Sr. as you approach the table. Glen stands and gives you a small, friendly hug before he pulls out a chair for you, the gesture making you feel even more welcome.

The restaurant itself is laid-back, the kind of place that feels homey and easy, with rustic wood tables and simple decor. As you sit down, the conversation picks up naturally. Glen’s parents are charming, easy to talk to, and it quickly feels less like a formal lunch and more like spending time with friends you’ve known for years.

The conversation is peppered with casual jokes and stories, and soon enough, Glen becomes the focus of a few playful teases.

"So," his dad starts with a knowing grin, "did Glen ever tell you about the time he got stuck trying to climb out of his bedroom window?"

You turn to Glen, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, but he groans, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Dad. Please don't," he says, though you can tell he’s being a good sport about it.

His mom, clearly delighted, jumps in. "He thought it’d be a good idea to sneak out to see a girl when he was sixteen. Climbed out the window but got his foot caught in the gutter. I’ve never heard someone yell 'Mom!' so loud in my life!"

You can’t help but burst into laughter, and Glen, though slightly embarrassed, can’t help but laugh along with everyone else.

"I was young and stupid," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck, but there’s a good-natured smile on his face.

Throughout the lunch, you notice little things—how Glen keeps glancing your way when his parents speak to you, as if trying to gauge how you're feeling, or how his hand brushes yours briefly as he passes you the salt. The atmosphere is light and comfortable, yet there's something deeper simmering beneath the surface. It’s the way Glen is with you—always aware of your presence, always making sure you're included.

At one point, his mom turns the conversation toward you. "So, how are you liking it on set? It must be exciting, working on a film like this."

You smile, taking a sip of your water before responding. "It’s been a lot of fun. There’s definitely a lot of running around, but the whole cast and crew have been really great. It doesn’t really feel like work most days."

"I’m glad to hear that," Cyndy says warmly, then leans in slightly, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Glen’s been talking about you a lot, you know. Telling us all about how talented you are."

You glance at Glen, who immediately groans and rubs a hand over his face. "Mom, seriously?" he mutters, clearly embarrassed.

But you find it kind of adorable, the idea that Glen has been talking about you to his parents. You meet his eyes, and there’s a shared moment of understanding—something unspoken yet clear in the way his gaze softens when he looks at you.

You smile, giving Cyndy a grateful look. "Well, I’m flattered."

As lunch wraps up and the four of you head back to set, the dynamic between you and Glen seems to have subtly shifted. There’s more ease, more awareness of each other. Glen walks beside you, his arm brushing against yours as you both chat quietly about the upcoming scenes for the day.

While Glen’s parents walk ahead, you catch him glancing over at you a few times, something tender in his expression, as if he’s just starting to realize something. Maybe it’s the way you got along so well with his mom, or how effortlessly you fit into this part of his life that he usually keeps separate from work. Whatever it is, the thought lingers in his mind, settling deep as he realizes that this—whatever it is between you two—is becoming more important to him.

The conversation between you and Glen is light, but the feeling of something growing between you is undeniable. And as you part ways to get back to work, there’s a weight to the goodbye—a lingering thought that perhaps this connection is becoming more than just casual, more than just friendly. Glen’s smile lingers a little longer, his gaze a little softer, as he watches you walk away.

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avatar-anna · 2 years ago

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Girl Gone Live

this is literally so stupid and so corny, but i don't care i'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know? enjoy!

"Okay, is this working? How do I know this is working?"

You squinted at the screen, feeling older than you actually were as you waited for some sign that the live stream you set up was working. Thankfully, comments started rolling through and the viewer count went up, and then it started to skyrocket, which made you a little nervous.

"I...think it's working! Cool. Well, um, obviously I'm Y/n L/n, and I'm a celebrity makeup artist. I recently did Olivia Rodrigo's makeup for her music video 'Vampire,' and I thought I would kind of walk you through how I achieved that look, I guess."

Before going live, you'd considered making a little script but decided against it. Hearing yourself bumble through the introduction now, though, you kind of wished you had.

No one seemed to be put off by your awkwardness, though. As comments streamed past, you saw some about the music video and Olivia and what it was like to work with her, but there were also a lot about Harry. You weren't necessarily surprised by Harry's fans flooding the comment section because you sometimes appeared in the background of posts from other people on Love on Tour and you'd become known as the tour's makeup artist. Sometimes you posted the looks you did for performances and little videos of you doing makeup before the show. The attention was a little jarring if you thought about it too long, but you decided it could be worse. After all, you were Harry Styles' long-term girlfriend.

But that wasn't what this livestream was about.

Your eyes scanned the comments as they moved a mile a minute, hoping to snag on a question. "Oh! Someone asked how I met Olivia. Um, as some of you may know, I'm currently working as the makeup artist for Love on Tour, and Olivia came to one of the shows, and we just talked for a really long time about makeup, and she asked me to do her makeup for the video a few weeks later."

It was a fun side gig while you were on tour with Harry and his band. You loved touring for the most part, but this was something different and exciting, so you flew back home during a break in the tour to work with Olivia on "Vampire." Harry tagged along, happy to watch you work instead of the other way around for once. He had a grin on his face the whole time as he watched you do your thing, playing assistant, grabbing whatever you needed when you asked, and holding a palette for you while you did Olivia's makeup. Overall, it was a fun shoot for both of you.

You were back on tour now, and since you had a little time to kill, you decided to go live for the first time to talk about makeup. If it went well, you could maybe make it a regular thing, so you hoped people actually watched and were interested.

*.*

Brynn watched her phone intently, pen in hand as she waited for Y/n to name-drop the next product she was using so she could write it down and see if she could afford it later. Not only was Brynn a huge fan of Olivia Rodrigo, but she had been a Harry Styles fan since she was in grade school, and when she got the notification that Y/n was going live, she was one of the first people to join.

"Luxury or drugstore makeup? Good question," Y/n said as she moisturized her face. "Honestly both. I love trying new things and seeing what works for me. When I was starting out, I mostly had MAC in my makeup kit, but now I've branched out a little more and added things here and there. But that's my professional kit, which has all the things I know with certainty will work perfectly for whatever look I'm trying to achieve. My personal one is where I do more experimentation with brands and products and trends. I guess that doesn't really answer the question, so both. I definitely use both.

"And what's cool is that Olivia loves makeup too, so she kind of knew her way around and what products worked best for her," Y/n continued.

She's so cool, Brynn thought as Y/n moved onto explaining how she did Olivia's base makeup. She didn't feel like Y/n was trying to push any particular product on her audience, nor did she hide which products she used. Her explanations were clear and easy to follow, and she even gave alternative products when she used one that was on the pricier side.

"Olivia loves herself a glowy base, and we really played that up because of the song. So to give her that Cullen-esque sparkle, I added some liquid highlighter into her foundation."

Brynn watched intently, wanting to see just how Y/n did it. Then, feeling compelled, she typed a comment. She didn't think Y/n would notice it, or be able to see it at all amongst the thousands of others, but she couldn't help but try to be noticed.

As Y/n blended her foundation in, Y/n smiled. "Someone asked how long it takes to do Harry's makeup on tour. Um...It kind of depends. Sometimes it's hard to actually get him in the chair because he gets so pumped up before he goes onstage. But once he settles enough for me to do it, it goes pretty quick. If he lets me, I get to put a little bit of glowy balm on his cheeks, but that's as creative as I get."

Y/n's smile changed, though Brynn couldn't really say how. It was almost like she was exasperated as she talked about Harry, and Brynn became just a tiny bit jealous that this person on the other side of her screen for knowing him well enough to be exasperated by him. What she wouldn't give to chase Harry Styles around so she could do his makeup. It left Brynn wondering how people even got into these situations.

Y/n finished up her base makeup while she answered more questions about the makeup products she used for the music video and a few about Love on Tour. She talked about her favorite songs and the places she'd been and the people she hung out with before and after shows.

"Oh boy, okay. I'm not a huge fan of bold lip colors on myself, but this is what I used on Olivia," Y/n said as she lined her lips. She'd just finished adding a light, almost haphazard, dusting of shimmer to her eyes, and despite the pixelated live stream feed, Brynn could still see it catch the light. "We wanted this to be the focal point of the whole look because, you know, vampires."

Y/n stopped talking briefly as she applied the lipstick she used for the music video, then shifted from side to side with her hands beneath her chin to show off the finished look. "Not my usual style, but—"

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

For a moment, Brynn thought she was dreaming. Mouth dropped open in shock, she watched as Harry Styles appeared onscreen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His hair was messy, as if he'd just been sleeping or a storm had just run through it. The video quality wasn't great because it was a live stream, but Brynn couldn't help but think he looked so cute and warm with his sleepy eyes, especially as he stretched his arms above his head, though her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when the waistband of his sweatpants dropped a centimeter. Not even caring that they'd fallen a bit, Harry shuffled forward and sat down next to Y/n and kissed her shoulder. He didn't seem to notice Y/n's phone propped up in front of her, or the look of disbelief and slight horror on her face. Not when she tried to speak to him, and not when he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

And through it all Brynn watched, feeling like she'd entered an alternate dimension.

"You look cute. I like the sparkle," Harry said, tapping his knuckle against Y/n's nose. She still looked like she was in shock, but when he leaned in—leaned in to kiss her, Brynn realized—Y/n seemed to shake off some of her stupor.

"We—We're not alone," she said, gently resting her fingers over Harry's mouth to stop him.

Brynn didn't want to tear her eyes away from Harry and Y/n, but she darted her gaze down to the comment section, which confirmed everything. This was no dream, this was really happening, and everyone who was watching was losing their minds.

"What do you mean, lovie?" Harry asked, brows furrowing, clearly confused by Y/n's odd behavior. He finally looked at the camera, his brows shooting up when he realized that Y/n was live streaming all of this. "Oh."

"Yeah 'oh.'"

"I thought you were on the phone—"

"I wasn't!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know! You didn't tell me. And since when—"

"Harry put a shirt on!"

Brynn watched their bickering in a daze, waiting for the inevitable end of the live stream. To her surprise, though, Harry grinned a little before taking Y/n—and the whole Internet, to be honest—by surprise and kissing her.

"Are you insane?"

Harry merely shrugged. He leaned in again, but Y/n pushed his face back with the palm of her hand. They began to bicker again, but this time, Y/n scrambled for her phone in the process.

"You drive me crazy."

"Now, I know that's not true."

"Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God—"

And just like that, the live stream ended with a wink. Brynn stared down at her phone almost as if she was waiting for Harry and Y/n to reappear on her screen. They didn't, and she was left sitting alone in her bedroom, wondering what the hell had just happened.

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