#my nose highlight is a paid actor

[mars-colony]

Feeling orange today 🔥

[milazka]

Distraction — Drew Starkey.

image found on pinterest

summary: the one where the quaterback of the football team helps you forget about your bad grade.

request: yes

content: fluff & smut

author’s note: it’s my very first story about a member of the cast of outer banks! i would like to clarify that all this is fictional, i only use the looks and the names of the actors and actresses. my masterlist will be linked at the end of this story if you feel like reading some other fics. this one is for my babe cort ( @pogue-writings ) because she is drew’s soulmate.

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word Count: 1957.

The campus library has always been her favorite spot to study. It's quiet and the atmosphere is always soothing, the exact opposite of her dorm room where her roommate seems more interested in experimenting the male anatomy than studying it in her textbook. A few weeks ago, after catching her once again during the act, she had decided to find a new place to study. She had walked around the campus and eventually found this spot around one of the large hardwood tables that stand between the bookshelves full of old books about psychology. The perfect place to set her in a study mood. 

For the past few hours, she has been sitting in her usual place, her textbook open in front of her eyes and her black notebook on her right. She only has one midterm left in two days and it will cover all the topics seen in her subconscious psychology course, which is one of her most interesting courses, but also the one that requires the longest hours of study in order to pass the exams. 

The sound of a chair gliding on the floor makes her look up and she’s surprised to see Drew, a boy from her psychology of the subconscious class, sit on the chair in diagonal to her. Normally, the library is almost empty at this time of the night and she never saw him here; he seems like the kind of guy who spends more time on the football field than he does in front of his textbooks. They’ve been in the same class for four months, but she never really paid attention to him, except when he is disturbing the class with the two other musketeers, Chase and Rudy. She smiles nicely at him when their eyes meet and he raises his coffee cup which he pretends to drink all at once while they both laugh silently, hoping not to be warned by Mrs. Jones, the librarian who looks strangely similar to Roz from the movie Monster inc.

She tries to put her nose back in her book, trying to focus on the pages suggested in the study guide and highlighting important sentences from a passage about Freud and his discovery of psychoanalysis, but she can't help but look up discreetly at the boy. He is wearing a navy flannel shirt which, half-buttoned, reveals a white shirt that moulds his muscular chest. His trademark cap, which he always wears backwards, rests as usual on the top of his head, still letting a few strands of hair slip out of the hat. She particularly lingers on his muscled arms covered by the navy blue cloth, it's not surprising that he's the quarterback on the football team. The  studious look on his face and the way he’s chewing on the tip of his pencil while frowning makes him look cuter than usual, she can’t deny it. 

When she sees the lateness of the hour, she delicately puts her books back in her red bag, not noticing how intensely the boy is staring at her. He simply can't help but admire her sweet angelic face, her tired-looking little eyes, the thin, shiny layer of lip balm covering her lips that he would dream of kissing; he likes everything about her and cannot help but smile foolishly. 

“Hey Y/n,” he whispers, catching her attention. “Me and the boys are throwing a party friday night, you should come.” 

“Oh, yeah, of course!” she smiles at him, noticing his blushing cheeks and the little spark in his gaze.

“Great! Good luck on your exam.” 

“Good luck to you too. I’ll see you friday.” 

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The room goes from purple to blue, then from blue to pink, courtesy of the spotlights that change the colour of the room's luminosity along the rhythm of the music. The parties hosted by the university football team always do justice to their reputation, no matter what’s the occasion. It's not the first time she attends one, but it's the first time she’s been invited by the quarterback. Her mind did not stop playing back the memory of the little sparkle in the young man's eyes when she had accepted his invitation. Maybe it meant nothing, but a part of her wants to believe it didn't. Plus, she really needs to take her mind off things after receiving her mediocre grade from the last exam. She knew her teacher was strict, but not this strict. 

As she makes her way through the dancing crowd, an arm slips around her naked shoulders, making her startles. She's used to being approached by boys at parties, but she hates it when they think they can do anything and touch her even if she doesn't want to. Looking up, she loosen up when she sees Drew's familiar face smirking at her and she's glad it's not a drunk who's asking her to blow him.

“I'm so glad you came,” he says to her as he hands her a red cup filled with beer. “How did your exam go?”

She pouts, taking a big sip of the golden liquid that tickles her throat.

“Really bad.” 

“That sucks,” she raises an eyebrow at the boy as when he takes back the cup that he just gave her and drops it on the countertop behind him. “C’mon, I have the perfect remedy for a bad grade.” 

Drew takes her tiny hand into his big one, guiding her to the backyard where several tables are set up to play beer pong. Small lights illuminate the yard where games have already started. People cheer each other up and yell like crazy when someone manage to get the ball in a cup. She recognizes Rudy’s familiar blond hair when he jumps into Jonathan's arms and she deduces they just won their game against Madison and Austin. Everyone laughs when the two boys lose their balance and crash into the grass, grunting at each other. Her hand is still holding Drew's firmly when he walks up to Chase who is sitting in a chair close to the fire pit with his girlfriend on his lap, grilling and eating marshmallows. 

“Yo Chase! Me and Y/n vs Maddie and you?” Drew challenges his friend, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Game on, baby!” Chase exclaims as they both stand up and follow them to the table.

She and Drew make a fire team, throwing a series of winning shots and gradually getting Madelyn and Chase drunk. All the way through the game, she never worries about her bad grade, it's like it never existed. The alcohol in her bloodstream seems to be opening her eyes to Drew's attractiveness. The girl never really paid attention to how he is totally her type of guy. She bites her lower lip, obviously checking him out when he pulls off his hoodie and his shirt comes up, revealing the prominent V-shape above the hem of his pants. 

“Like what you see, don't ya?” he teases the girl, an irresistible smile on the corner of his lips. 

She blushes up to her ears, making Drew laugh, and he just adds to her embarrassment by putting his arm around her shoulders before throwing the last ball who lands directly into the last standing cup. Maybe it's the emotion of the moment for her, whereas he's been dreaming about it for months, but their eyes meet each other and suddenly their lips collide. The kiss doesn't last long, not long enough in his opinion. The flight of butterflies in the young woman's belly doesn't disappear when their lips separate, she needs to kiss him again, to feel him touch her. 

“I need you, Drew.” she whines close to his ear, making his heart skips a beat. "God, Y/n," he breaths out, pulling her closer to him. "Do you know how long I've been dreaming about you saying that to me?”

She just winks at him and grabs his hand, pulling him toward the front door as he pinches himself on the arm, not believing that this is really happening. He throws a murderous look at Rudy and Chase who make fun of him by pretending to make out sensually. They pass through the living room which is still full of people swinging their bodies to the rhythm of the music and climb upstairs where Drew guides them to his room. He slams her against the door, his hands grabbing her hips as he kisses her again. She bites his lower lip, making him growl against her mouth. Drew starts to place open mouthed kisses on her neck and she tiltes it to give him full access to her burning skin. He leads her to the bed, pinning her on the mattress and he removes her short as he is now hovering over her half naked body. His hand slides down her thigh, making her squirm under him as he gets closer to her core. He plays with the waistband of her panties, smirking against her lips.

“Drew,” she moans, looking at him with her eyes filled with desire. He grabs her waist and flip them over so she is now straddling him. She unbuttons his khaki shirt, slipping his hands over his muscular chest. She starts to grind down on his lap, making him whine and dig his fingers into her buttcheeks

“It's not about me tonight, I'm not the one who needs to be distracted.” he whispers to her ear before  flipping her over again so that he is now hovering over her. 

She lets out a few muffled moans as he leaves a trail of kisses between her breast and on her stomach. He sucks and nibbles at the skin on her inner thighs, only increasing her desire to feel him on her already wet womanhood. 

“You’re so pretty, all wet and spread out like this, just for me.”

“Drew, please…” she begs, but he cuts her short by placing a kiss on her clit, slipping her underwear off. He places an open-mouthed kiss just above her wet folds, making her buck her hips up. 

“So eager, baby, I like it.” he hums just above her bundle of nerves, sending vibrations on it. She runs her fingers through his light brown hair, pushing him closer to her heat. He finally licks a full stripe through her folds, making her back arch to the so desired feeling. 

“Oh fuck,” she groans as he inserts one finger in her, his tongue sucking on her clit. His hands are  firmly wrapped around her thighs to keep her spread open for him. She clenches the sheets between her fists, her eyes close under the wave of pleasure that runs through her body when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. His nose rubs up against her clit as he moves his face, pumping his tongue in and out of her.

“Fuck I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she moans, making him pumps his tongue faster. A few profanities mixed with loud moans leave her lips as she reaches her high, legs shaking on his shoulders. He licks her folds a few more times to clean her up, sending electric jolts through her body when he touches her sensitive nerves from the orgasm. He lies down beside her, pulling her towards him with his arms wrapped around her body.

“What about you? I’m no the type of girl who doesn’t give back,” she starts but Drew shushes her with a quick kiss. “I’m sure you’re not, but tonight it’s about you and only you.” 

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’a know?” 

“It was about time you figured that out!” he mocks her and she giggles, burying her face further into the crook of his neck. 

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[doing-all-write]

flustered

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are getting ready to go to the store when he decides now is a good time to re-enact his casting video for BoRhap. 

Word Count: 1K (she’s bby)

Warnings: This thing may be the most fluffy, self-indulgent piece of romance I’ve ever written. So, be prepared for lots of fluff, soft Joe and saying I love you for the first time

A/N: Hello! I’m working on part 3 of don’t be a baby (i haven’t forgotten, don’t worry!) BUT that video of Joe’s audition tape was too soft and adorable for me NOT to write this little blurb with the help of @mrhoemazzello​ who is the greatest muse known to human kind 💖💖💖 

💖💖As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated 💖💖

"BABE" 

"You don't need to yell, I'm literally right next to you." she turned with a squeak as the tips of her braids hit Joe, causing him to clutch his face in faux agony. 

"SHE'S BLINDED ME!" He screamed at the same time that she cried, "I'm sorry!" 

"(Y/N)? Is that you?" She scrunched her nose as Joe smashed his palms against her face, "I can only tell who's who anymore by touch alone." She giggled as she gently pushed her palms against his chest, feeling the softness of his well-worn sweatshirt pushing back. 

"Wow, you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, are we really dating?" 

"Yes," she laughed, "Much to my dismay." 

"The woman WOUNDS me with her hair then with her words?" Joe flung his hand against his forehead, slumping against the wall as (Y/N) rolled her eyes. 

"This is what I get for dating an actor."

Peeking at her through his eye, Joe grinned, "And you wouldn't change it for anything, would you?" 

"Not for anything in the world." She smiled as she got on tip-toe to plant a kiss on his lips. Pulling away, Joe placed a hand on her hip, bringing her closer so he could kiss her again. Feeling her smile against his lips was his favorite thing in the world. 

"You know, we said we were going to the store twenty minutes ago..." 

"You're really ruining a romantic moment here." Joe sighed against her lips. 

"Will you ever forgive me?" She mumbled as she gave Joe a long, lingering kiss. 

Pulling away, she giggled at the stunned look on Joe's face. "If you keep kissing me like that, I'll forgive you for everything forever." 

Laughing she grabbed his keys from the side table, "Are we going our what? We have exactly zero food in the house." 

Shaking himself from his stupor Joe snatched the keys from her hands, brushing past her to the front door where he stepped into his shoes, "And who's fault is that?" 

"It was a stressful week! You know I bake a lot when I'm stressed!" 

"Don't forget the eating aspect." 

"That's the most important part!" She flung her arms out wide to illustrate her point. 

Laughing, he tugged on the end of her braid, "You ready to go, darling?" 

"Yeah," her eyes widened, "SHOT GUN!" she screamed as she bolted for the car. 

~

Caaaaaan?

"ANYYYBODYYY! FIND ME! SOMEBODY TOOOOO!" She shoved a fake microphone into Joe's face, "Looooooove." Joe sang passionately into the mic in his best baritone voice. Flinging her head back, she let loose a loud laugh. 

Glancing over at her, Joe's heart expanded. The sun was streaming through the windows, bits of hair falling out of her braids, blowing all over. Her smile was wide and he was sure he had never seen someone so beautiful in his entire life. 

Reaching forward, he turned down the song, "Did I ever show you my audition tape I sent in for Bohemian Rhapsody?" She quirked an eyebrow at him, he had shown it to her on one of their first dates and she had watched it every day since. 

Joe knew that and (Y/N) knew that, but quirking an eyebrow, she decided to play dumb, "You know, I don't think you ever have Mazzello." 

Nodding sagely, Joe gripped the wheel, "Well, luckily, we're in the same car that I happened to film it in and I think I can remember the accent.."

"Babe, you literally did the accent last night when we were making out." 

"Yeah and it turned you on." Smacking his arm, Joe laughed, "Alright, alright. You ready?" 

Straightening up in her seat, she smacked her hands on her thighs, "Okay, Mazzello. Annnnnd...ACTION." 

Launching into his monologue he gave during his audition tape she felt her heart straining in her chest. The love she felt for Joe in this moment stole her breath away. Turning her head, she let her gaze drink in Joe, at the sun streaming in, highlighting his profile. Being with him felt like holding a birthday candle close to her chest, it was a fire but it was full of promises, of wishes, of good things to come and years and years to look forward to together. 

Taking his eyes off the road to meet her (Y/E/C) ones, he smiled. "Are you even listening to me?" 

Nodding, she laughed as Joe's hand came to rest on her thigh, "Because it seems like you're not even paying attention to anything I'm saying to." He continued in John's accent. 

"I am! I am, I swear." She patted his hand as Joe nodded, mollified, "Okay, because it would be a shame if you weren't listening as I told you about the time that I went to set super hungover and Ben and Gwil tricked me into eating mayonnaise..." hearing her laugh fill the car was better than any song that could be play over the stereo. 

"Babe! That's not true! I was there on set that day with you just as hungover, I was the one who MADE you take that fourth shot!" 

"Yes, and we both paid for it dearly." He said with a straight face as she fell into giggles again. Glancing over at her, another smile lit up his face. "Babe, oh my god, stop, my sides hurt." She whined as she swept a finger at the moisture that had collected in her eyes. 

"Would you like to hear me rate my favorite kind of cheeses in this accent as well?" He bit back his own smile as her laughter shook her frame. Leaning over the console she buried her face into Joe's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne, the laundry detergent they used and sunshine. 

Feeling her shake against him, Joe leaned over to plant a kiss on her head. Lifting his head up, he continued his monologue on cheeses, completely oblivious to her pleas, begging him to stop. 

"So that's why Gouda is probably my favorite cheese but Pepperjack is a close second." He shrugged as (Y/N) collapsed back into her own seat, clutching her stomach. 

"Oh my god, Joey, I'm dying, please. Holy shit..." she trailed off as she caught her breath. Joe laughed, keeping one hand firmly planted on her thigh, the other one deftly steering the car into the parking lot of the grocery store. 

As her laughter died down, Joe parked the car and twisted in his seat to face her fully. Wearing one of his sweatshirts, no makeup, eyes crinkly as she recovered from her laughing fit. Her smile, wide and unguarded. The Queen playlist she had made him playing softly in the background. The sun lighting her form up, making her look angelic. All of a sudden he couldn't fight the words that were leaping from his throat. 

"I love you." 

Her laughter died as she stared back at Joe, eyes wide. 

"Wh-what did you just say?"

Taking a deep breath in, Joe figured it wouldn't make much sense to deny what he'd just confessed. 

"I said, I love you, (Y/N)." He lifted his eyes from his hands to meet hers and her breath hitched. She wanted to spend forever drowning in them. The next words left her body in a sigh. 

"I love you too, Joey." 

Realizing what they had just admitted to each other, the smiles they were beaming at each other were huge. 

"We probably look like idiots. Just sitting here. Staring at each other." (Y/N) mumbled. 

"Smiling like two fucking weirdos." Joe added as she nodded then lunged across the car's console, planting a kiss on Joe like she had right before they'd left for the store. 

Pulling back, they each had equally dazed looks on their faces. 

"Should we, um, even try to go grocery shopping? Or-" 

"Can we please go home and have sex?" she asked as she kissed Joe's bicep, buckling her seatbelt back into place.

It took Joe three tries to get the car started. When he finally did, (Y/N) was laughing just as hard, if not harder than she had before. 

"I'm sorry but the woman who I love just said she would have sex with me! Excuse me for getting a little flustered." Joe huffed. 

"It's adorable, how do you think I feel knowing the man I'm in love with is that excited to have sex with me?" she mumbled as she scrolled through Joe's phone, trying to find the next song. 

Joe glanced over at her, "What are you so focused on over there, (Y/L/N)? You've got your tongue sticking out when you're concentrating super hard."

Quickly pulling the tip of her tongue back in to her mouth, she chuckled as she hit play on the next song. "I was trying to find our new 'I love you' song." 

Joe's eyes grew soft as he reached over to take her hand in his own, "Yeah? And what song would that be?" 

The machine of a dream!

The look on Joe's face was better than she thought it would be. 

As the song's final notes played, Joe parked the car next to their building and reached over to take both of her hands in his, "(Y/N), I need to tell you something important." 

"Yes, Joey?" She said as she batted her eyelashes at him. 

"I'm in love with my car...and also you." She gasped as she swooned into her seat.

"Babe, you know just want to say to make a girl weak in the knees." 

"I also know what to do to make her weak in the knees." he whispered in her ear as he nipped at her earlobe. Squeaking, she frantically pulled at the handle of the car door, "Well then what are we doing just sitting here? We gotta get inside!" 

Chuckling Joe unfolded himself from the car, "Who's the flustered one now?"

[gamerwoo]

A Guide to Seventeen

This lil guide is mostly for @sugarboyuto​, but honestly this is for anybody who wants to get into Seventeen. They’re definitely not slept on, but there are a lot of people who are wary of a lot of members, so hopefully this makes it a lil easier.

Despite being called Seventeen, there are 13 members. They did a show while creating the group called Seventeen TV, which you can probably find on YouTube or somewhere on the internet. There were 17 members before, but some left or got cut (I’m not positive because I didn’t watch it oop). But they’re called Seventeen because there are 13 members, 3 main units (hip hop, performance, and vocal), and they make 1 group. 13+3+1=17.

Music Videos (in order):

Shining Diamond (pre-debut and technically doesn’t count but it’s a bop no matter how cringey anybody says it is)

Adore U (actual debut song)

Mansae

Pretty U

Very Nice

Boom Boom

Don’t Wanna Cry

Clap

Thanks

Call Call Call (Japanese)

Oh My!

Getting Closer

Home

Happy Ending (Japanese)

Hit

Fear

Unit Music Videos (in order):

Check In (hip hop unit)

Highlight (performance unit)

Change Up (svt leaders)

Trauma (hip hop unit)

Lilili Yabbay (performance unit)

Pinwheel (vocal unit)

Other Music Videos (not in order and I’m probably missing some):

My I (Jun and Minghao Korean ver)

My I (Jun and Minghao Chinese ver)

Home (Chinese ver)

Oh My (Chinese ver)

Just Do It (BooSeokSoon)

Chocolate (vocal unit but for some reason it doesn’t count as a unit mv??)

Q and A (Seungcheol, Jihoon, Hansol, and Ailee)

Videos To Watch To Learn Members:

Ask In A Box Part 1

Ask In A Box Part 2

Seventeen Play Who’s Who (but minus Seungkwan because he was sick)

an unhelpful guide to seventeen (this is probably what i watched bc it was made around the time i got into them tbh)

Seventeen Member Profiles

a shitty guide to seventeen

Misc Videos That Might Help But I Just Like Them:

Mingyu and Seokmin on Weekly Idol for year of the dog

Seventeen on Idol Room

Going Seventeen TTT (bc who doesn’t like to see guys driving)

Going Seventeen Playground

Woozi playing the drums

This performance of Clap bc Mingyu plays the guitar

Jun playing piano and Soonyoung’s solo

Seventeen on Knowing Bros

Minghao using nunchucks ft Jun sorta using nunchucks

Don’t Wanna Cry part switch

Mansae part switch

Pretty U part switch

basically any part switch

Below the cut is also a short guide to Seventeen in age order!! (and yes I had to look up their birthdays I only know what year they’re born lmao)

S.Coups

Real name: Choi Seungcheol

95 line (and he the oldest)

Overall leader but also the leader of hip hop unit

1/3 hyung line

he yell 

he also point

loves to mess with his members as much as they love to mess w him

but he loves them and carats so much

said he only wants carats to look at him

he’s everybody’s husband basically

big soft boi

Jeonghan

Real name: Yoon Jeonghan

95 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 hyung line

1/2 of sloth line lmao

he loves winning and will do it at all costs

often caught cheating but nobody ever calls him out

he used to have long hair (i think thats how most people know him tbh)

i confused him and josh a lot when i first got into them lmao

he babies chan but its fine bc everybody does

idk if he still does it but he used to always be like “dino who’s baby are you” and it was like a thing idk

Joshua

Real name: Joshua Hong (Korean name is Hong Jisoo)

95 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 hyung line

1/2 English line

born and raised in California but he’s 100% Korean

when they first debuted and honestly for a few years, everybody pushed the gentleman persona on him

and I’m not saying he’s not a gentleman but he’s definitely not just a gentleman u feel me

lowkey a crackhead even if he tries to hide it sometimes

he’s religious so people always push this “good church boy” trope on him but sometimes they take it too far tbh

let him live

Jun

Real name: Wen Junhui (Korean name is Moon Junhwi)

96 line

1/4 performance unit

1/2 of China line

he rarely gets lines its sad bc his vocals are beautiful and his range is great

he was on a Chinese TV program with Minghao called The Collaboration (I think???) and he was so cute

“English is so dangerous” yes babie u are correct

he’s friends with Yanan from Pentagon and they were partners on the show and they were adorable

loves animals a lot its adorable

give the poor babie more lines

Hoshi

Real Name: Kwon Soonyoung

96 line

performance unit leader

1/3 of booseoksoon

used to be a hamster and now he’s a self-proclaimed tiger and seventeen clowns him for it

very proud of his 10:10 eyes (they look like they’re slanted up to be 10:10 on a clock)

honestly has the cutest laugh ever

hyper and loud af

has choreographed some of their dances and i think he still assists with them????

just a very happy boi

Wonwoo

Real name: Jeon Wonwoo

96 line

1/4 hip hop unit

1/2 of sloth line

certified gamer boi lmao (so are cheol and jihoon)

he literally had to show soonyoung how to play video games on his computer lmao

this dude is so dedicated to gaming that he sleeps in the living room instead of in his shared room with seungcheol so they can both have room for their setups

deep voice

looks very scary but he soft

loves cats and is afraid of dogs

when he smiles or laughs he does a nose scrunch just look up wonwoo nose scrunch trust me

shy boi

but he also a breadstick (he’s very very thin he is definitely not apart of thicc line)

Woozi

Real name: Lee Jihoon

96 line

leader of vocal unit

the shortest member but people act like he’s like 3 feet tall

he’s 5′5 he’s not that short ok

everybody says he looks like yoongi from bts

he produces most if not all of seventeen’s songs so he feels a lot of pressure to have seventeen be successful

he may be cute and tiny but he’ll fuck u up

he picked up wonwoo over his shoulder before it was hilarious lmao

he’s still soft tho

also just wants to stay inside all the time even when they’re traveling

boy can d a n c e

plays a lot of instruments too

clarinet, drums, piano, probably more stuff tbh

DK/Dokyeom

Real name: Lee Seokmin

97 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 of booseoksoon

the actual sun tbh

he’s so happy all the time and he’s so kind to everybody how can you not love him

hits those high notes real well

he was in a musical for king arthur and he played arthur so he’s now a certified actor

lowkey rap extraordinaire lmao

always making jokes and trying to make everybody happy

basically the mood maker

Mingyu

Real name: Kim Mingyu

97 line

1/4 hip hop unit

he’s totally a himbo

he’s so beautiful and he’s getting pretty ripped but god he’s so dumb

he’s “the cook” of seventeen even though like,,,,,,other members also cook

he’s clumsy as hell too lmao he almost dropped an award after they just won it

also has a deep voice

him and wonwoo are a really popular ship they’re called meanie but it’s a long story

he’s also the tallest member he’s like 6′1 i think

The8

Real name: Xu Minghao (Korean name is Seo Myungho)

97 line

1/4 performance unit

1/2 China line

he’s literally good at everything

he can sing, dance, rap, bboy, use nunchucks, do some cool shit w his hands/fingers, idk dude is amazing

he also tells fans to put themselves first and not seventeen and basically breaks the delusion that fans own them or will be with them

basically the opposite of seungcheol lmao

since his stage name is the8, he goes 8th in the lineup, so he would be in seokmin’s place

people paid him dirt from debut to like 2017 or 2018 but then he found himself and had a glowup and now everybody thirsts after him but he deserves better because he’s always been amazing

also pledis give him more lines

Seungkwan

Real name: Boo Seungkwan

98 line

1/5 vocal unit

1/3 booseoksoon

1/3 maknae line

he’s very good with variety shows so he’s always making jokes and being loud

also hits insane high notes

he’s just super loud and goofy but in a different way from seokmin somehow????

definitely apart of thicc line but like,,,,,,not important

Vernon

Real name: Hansol Vernon Chwe (Korean name is Choi Hansol)

98 line

1/3 hip hop unit

1/2 English line

he was born in America but he moved to Korea when he was,,,,5 i think????

he’s half korean and half white and people used to give him a lot of shit for it and some people probably still do which sucks

stop calling hansol ‘some white boy’ for the love of god

he’s kind of a meme as in he’s just really goofy but it’s so endearing

but sometimes he’s just quiet and doesn’t do much like it’s 50/50

he’s just a very sweet and thoughtful boi

oh him and seungkwan are also a popular ship bc one time hansol was asked his favorite part of seungkwan and he literally turned that boi around and slapped his cake and was like “the butt” so there’s that

Dino

Real name: Lee Chan

99 line

1/4 performance unit

1/3 maknae line

not that it matters but chan is the thiccest person in seventeen i saw them at kcon ny and oh my god you cant even photograph how thicc

moving on

he doesn’t get enough love tbh like there are always stories of fans ignoring him or not sending him any flower wreath things and it’s so infuriating and sad so pls love chan !!!!

does videos called dino’s danceology where he creates choreo to songs and just dances

he’s so fuckin talented holy shit he dances so well and he can sing and he can rap (see his rap in boom boom that’s the best part)

he gets babied so everybody sees him as one but he definitely isn’t like sometimes he acts like he should be the oldest lmao

but he definitely has his babie moments but they all do

Okay, I think that’s everything! I hope this helped and please show Seventeen lots of love!! 

[curious-minx]

Bob’s Burgers Gave Me Brain Worms and the Simpsons go on a....sigh....Roman Holiday.

Fell victim to nostalgia. 

Cowering in my golly gee cherry sour romper 

People don’t understand the concept of me and I  only understand that the loop we’re living in is finite 

A gesture of lives being eroded by slick white supremacy and male mediocrity that makes up the vast largess of subversive comedy. TIDES ARE SHIFTING!  Get lost in the marsh, mucking and wallowing in my indifferent harrowing pale plaster. Sunday Night on Fox is a excavation sight where the mummified and resuscitated adult cartoons come out to play, let’s check in on two of Americas leading families.

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White men are impersonating men of color  and minorities in virtually every single Western comedic vehicle. Overriding all rhyme and reason, a racial sickness gnawing away at mucous membrane. A racial insensitivity of constantly pointing out racial insensitivity. This is not my space. I should move on, but god dammit I just want a single adult animated cartoon devoid of low middlebrow minstrely and the abysmal state of the  Voice Acting Empire Vacuum (VAEV) . Racial mimicry is stenciled into the vast majority of animated sitcoms and all “alternative” comedy targeted exclusively at white college aged men and the world suffering alongside them. We as a nation are currently on a lethal joy ride, the guide a White Supremacist who happens to be the most beloved celebrity in America. The man/woman/trans/nonbinary figure is falling asleep in a bed made of face oils and ghoulish make-up kits you can trust the brandname Killian Cosmetics a Canadian spite factory (The Shout Factory refused to provide a comment). 

We’ve entered a Spider-Verse and are getting a dose of Soul for Christmas, but it is nowhere near enough! Adult Swim cannot revive Tucca and Bertie back fast enough. The only example of what could be good and right with an animated sitcom. Sure, there’s The Boondocks, which is returning at some point hopefully in the near future, but it’s still not enough. There is clearly a need for an animated sitcom created by someone that has not been aboard the Lolita Express, that is the bare minimum. Dan Harmon attends a board room meeting with a lifelike premise that wows the world, but he’s got great friends and runs in circles of comedic voices that should also be given a shot. 

Acting freely and organically face to face is going to be an uphill battle for years to come. Animation is difficult and the labor practices are vile and exploitative against the artists that make the silly apparitions break our hearts. I am a coddled millennial that wants ever so badly to shotgun the phrases “raised by a Gameboy, raised by ROMs, raised by reruns, raised by blowup mattresses floating inside guests bedrooms, raised by horny postmodernism, raised by otaku teardrops, raised by candy coated make believe economic theory,” and someone I avoid blacking out. 

Watching the recent offerings of BOB’s BURGERS and the simpsons I also stirred deep wells of black out desire. Yet I am not going to convince you of why the episode Worms of In-Rear-Ment was a subpar offering of some sort of essential viewing Golden Age of Television (I’m sorry tv critic brigade but actual human beings usually have no idea what I’m saying whenever I bring up the Golden Age of Television, but I will become one of you and devour the pop cultural rhetoric that best suits the occasion). At least the opening store gag for the episode was A Hedwig And the Angry Inch related pun, which is probably the highlight of the whole episode. In a recent list posted by Vulture: (https://www.vulture.com/news/100-sequences-that-shaped-animation/) and article I spent the entire day reading. That is where my level of cognition is at right now. Some of you may have coded your way to the next big American Way, others are already fluent in every language and are now stumbling through Navi, whereas I am transcribing and slobbering all over a fairly comprehensive of history of animation? These sort of self deprecating digs are so last Quarantine. 

There were no such moments to be found in “In-Rear-Men,” but it’s ridiculous to hold a farting rub your butts together kind of show to the same standards as something more refined like South Park (X_X I> I surrender).A bottle episode around butt worms is a rough premise and without any sort of B-narrative to speak, and this is coming from a show who can dedicate a whole side plot into meaningless charades with ease and charm in every episode. Linda’s as a whole  feels Flanderized or at least a far inferior flimsier version of Linda that we’re accustomed to in this episode. Primarily regarding Linda’s insecurities around motherhood which check out, but that she is concerned about the kids’ Cs and D saturated report card does not read as an authentically Linda moment. Then there’s also the unnerving factor of making the Belchers unabashed super spreaders besides Louise, which certainly reads, but Tina is usually a safety stickler and in this episode she is literally rendered useless for the entire episode. When did I suddenly tune over into an Oblongs rerun (spot the reference! Don’t make me sick)? Personally grossness for grossness sake is a major turn off and I’m too much of a prude to accept front row tickets to the filth symphony. This episode would not be complete without an imagination fueled  musical number with Linda and a symphony of rectal worms. Somewhere along the line the show’s use of musical numbers stopped feeling fresh and fun and more like a safety valve deployed to distract and assuage viewers from the broken seams. And where was Teddy?!  Is Teddy’s role going to be greatly reduced because of the distant recordings? Here’s hoping its only onwards from here and I don’t care if its upwards or downwards I just don’t want to focus too much on farts and shit, and that’s my scoop. 

TWO HAMSTERS THAT WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS EPISODE OUT OF 5

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The Simpsons’ “I, Carumbus” the second episode of season 32, strangely, also completely sidelines its daughter/sister character  completely disregarding Lisa, because, of course, this being (a)historical drag piece. This is also an episode where one of the remaining Monty Python members’ Micael Palin is relegated to nothing but exposition reading. Rome is burning. California is on fire. I’m just not feeling this. My nose is too delicate and these Simpsonian brutes want to plow and smack me in my nose with the Trump and the Roman emperor parallels and we’re just having a good time making slave jokes. The episode is still fairly watchable but surprisingly gross in its violence, which is to be expected with gladiatorial antics, but this is not fun violence done with rhythm or panache it’s mostly there to make sure you as a viewer still have a pulse and test that you are paying attention.  A joyless joke machine puttering along its own vibrant pastel cushy budgets that allow the visuals to allow for more ambitious episodes, but at least the Simpsons has the nerve the start and episode with the family out and about somewhere whereas the Belchers are rooted in place. Starting to see why other bigger paid corporate publications don’t bother themselves with this tired and worn down clunker of a series, but hey Carl has a new voice actor, Alex Desert, who also gets to be a slave version of Carl this season as well, oh fun. 

Skip. 

Trudging on. 

[ruthoakenshield]

The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 5

The Lady in Black Leather (chapter 4)

When you get out of the truck, you glance over to the car and see Graham in the driver’s seat. He waves you over and you walk over to see what he wants.

“Aiden is too hammered to drive so Scarlett asked me to come pick you up and bring you to the apartment.” He tells you.

“Oh, ok.” You reply and walk around the black Jaguar, letting your fingers gently trace the hood. You caress the Jaguar ornament and then climb in the front seat. “Buckle up.” He says and you do.

He pulls away from the curb and heads off. “You look at him confused. Where are we going? I thought you were taking me to Aiden’s apartment.”

He smirks. “They are all at Richard’s right now. He’s having a party and so that’s where we are goin.”

You groan. “Graham!”

He just chuckles and pats your leg. “Don’t worry, Lass. You’ll be fine. Did ya go look at that apartment?” he asks as he switches lanes and topics.

“Yeah, I liked it. It’s right across the hall from the owners. I met the wife, she’s an adorable Irish lady and is really nice. She told me how much it was for rent, but I have to sit down and figure out all my bills to see if it is something that I’m gonna be able to afford in the long run. It’s a bit more expensive than my old apartment, so I don’t know.” You tell him.

He nods. “Well if it means keeping you safe, I’d say the difference in the rent would be worth it.” He tells you. “We can always help you out if ya have trouble swinging the full amount for the rent, Lass.” He reminds you.

You sigh and look out the window. “I know, but I would rather not have to be so dependent on others. I’ve been let down too many times and need to be able to know I can make it on my own in this world.” You say quietly.

He glances over at you and then looks back at the road.

“Have ya thought any more about what I said about gettin’ a guard dog to protect you?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah. The lady at the apartment said that she would have to ask her husband if he would be okay allowing it. I’d have to pay a pet deposit in case there’s any damages it causes, and I’d have to consider food, vet bills, training, and yeah. It’s a lot of extra expenses, so I don’t know right now. I just started this job, and have been on disability after spending 3 months recovering from major surgery, so I will just have to see how things go.” You reply.

Graham looks surprised when you mention being on disability and the surgery. “Do ya mind me askin’ what ya had surgery on that it took three months to recover from?” he asks.

You are quiet for a minute then sigh, “I had to have a hysterectomy, I had a tumor growing in my womb that was taking up all the room and was causing a lot of pain and health problems for me. My doctor told me that either way, I’d never be able to have kids. So, I had the surgery to remove my womb so the health problems would stop being such an issue; and so yeah, now I’m ‘damaged goods’ as my ex calls me and not good for anything besides being a guy’s fuck toy.” You say quietly as you stare out the window.

Graham frowns when he hears your last comment. He slows down and pulls off to the side of the road. You look at him confused.

He puts the car in park and turns to you, and takes your face in his hands, “Sweetheart, I don’t know what kind of things your asshole ex said to you, but let me assure you, you are NOT damaged goods!

You are beautiful, sexy, and drop dead gorgeous. You are kind and compassionate, helpful and funny. There are many men who could care less that you can’t have kids. There are some that would find that a relief and embrace it with joy.

And if you decide you do want kids in the future, you can always adopt some. There is more to you than your ability to bear children. So, don’t ever, ever let anyone tell you that you are worthless, incomplete, or damaged goods because of your surgery, all right?” he tells you.

“You have more value than some asshole’s fuck toy. You are a beautiful, woman with a kind heart and a witty mind, and any man in his right mind would love to have you as his woman. You are more than what you give yourself credit for!”

You look at him stunned with tears trickling down your cheeks. “I… I…” you don’t know what to say to that. You lower your gaze. He caresses your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

“Lass, men like your ex, they either don’t understand the power of their words. They don’t understand how deeply those hurtful words can cut and how long lasting those wounds end up being, and how they taint the minds of those who they direct their words at… Or they do understand it, and use it to hurt others and lord themselves over others by trying to keep them torn down and in submission.

Don’t ever, ever believe what he told you about who you are and how you are or are not valued. Not for an instant. You… are… a … treasure! And the right guy will see it and treat you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him!” He tells you adamantly.

“Lass. Now you said back in the bookstore that your ex is on the loose again, I think we need to seriously consider getting you that dog.” He tells you. “At least you would have someone to watch your back and warn you if he shows up.” He tells you as he lets go of your face to pull some loose strands of hair out of your face.

You cry for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so scared. I feel and look like a totally worthless mess to anyone right now, I don’t deserve your kind words. Look at me! I’m not fit for going to a party to socialize.” You squeak out.

Graham chuckles, and hands you some tissues from the glove box. “Here.” He says as he lays them in your lap. He puts his hand on the back of your head and says, “Lass, you are deserving of my kind words, because they are the truth. You have been torn down by someone who is not fit to breathe, and the more you hear these kind words, the more you will be able to heal from the verbal abuse and lies he berated you with.”

As you dry your eyes and try to clean up your running mascara, and blow your nose, Graham says, “Lass. When you were shopping with Scarlett and I bumped into you, I was stunned. I’ve never seen hair so long and shiny on such a pretty head. You got my heart a racin, like I was a teen again.” He tells you.

You look at him in disbelief, and seeing him grinning mischievously, you giggle. “Really?”

He nods. “Even now, red eyes and all, you’re still pretty.” He says as he runs his hand along your hair, pulling stray strands from your face again, then grins.

“And yes, I enjoyed your little fashion show the other day. You have a wonderful body and are very pretty. You seemed confident and strutted like you were having the time of your life when you were shopping with Scarlett and also at the bar. You turned quite a few heads at The Squawking Raven’s that night… and not just Richard’s… Martin even said, “Hot Damn!” when he saw you!!! And it was in front of his wife! Luckily she laughed it off.” He tells you giggling. “You should’ve seen it!”

You look at him surprised.

“But, Sweetheart, believe me, there were all kinds of men checking you out that night. I had a clear shot of the whole bar from where I was standing. There wasn’t a guy in there who didn’t glance at you and your friend with hungry and appreciative eyes.” He tells you as he runs his hand through your hair once more.

“You have a unique kind of beauty. One which is on the inside that radiates out and highlights the outer beauty even more. Martin’s wife could even see it, and paid you a very high compliment! Which says a lot, because she doesn’t give them out freely very often!” he tells you.

“I know Scarlett implied you had a rough time with dating and men in the past, but Richard is the best thing that could happen to you, sweetheart. He cares about you immensely and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since he first laid eyes on you in the bar last night.

He is shy and sometimes is awkward when he gets nervous, but he has had his fair share of self-doubt about his looks too. He reacts to compliments about his looks the same way you do. Just be open to his actions and words, because they are genuine and from the heart when he says them. He is not one to say things lightly. It’s not like he’s asking to marry you right away!” He says with a laugh, earning a small smile from you.

“Just give him a chance, ok? I promise he will take good care of you if you let him. He isn’t like the other guys you’ve been with according to Scarlett. He won’t hurt you or take advantage of you, and he’ll want to pummel anyone who does.” Graham says with another laugh.

You chuckle. “Thanks Graham.” You say quietly. He nods and turns back to put the car in gear and pulls back out onto the freeway.

 You’re both quiet for the rest of the trip, lost in your own thoughts. You arrive at Richard’s place and are surprised by how modest it is for an actor. It’s not lavish like Aiden’s is.

Graham parks his Jaguar and then comes around to help you out. He leads you up to the door and opens it for you. You enter to the sound of laughter and music playing. You shyly hang back and wait for Graham to enter.

He chuckles and nudges you to go into the room. You step in and hear a loud and very drunk Aiden holler, “Harley!!!!” making you smile and laugh as he almost falls out of his chair. You look around at all the people in the room. There are some you recognize and others you don’t’ know. You feel Graham’s warm hand on your back leading you towards the group.

He introduces you to the people at the party that you don’t know, and you observe their faces and reactions. You see what he meant when he says they look at you hungrily, but notice it’s not in a lecherous way… mostly… it’s more in appreciation than anything.

He works his way introducing you to people as he heads for the kitchen with you. “Come on, Lass let’s get you some food and drink.” He tells you.

You stop dead in your tracks when you see Richard with an apron on, mixing a bowl of some kind of chocolate batter. He has a finger in his mouth, sucking off the batter when he turns and sees you. His eyes light up and he gets a huge smile on his face. He sets down the bowl, washes his hands, then comes over to you.

 You feel Graham’s hand leave your back and he moves to get food, leaving you to talk with Richard.

 “You came.” He says quietly as he reaches out tentatively to touch your elbows.

“I kind of got tricked into it.” You admit. “Scarlett said they’d come get me from work, then Graham shows up saying Aid was too drunk to drive so he came and got me. He didn’t mention the party till I noticed we weren’t heading to Aiden’s.” you tell him shyly.

 Richard chuckles. “I’m glad you came anyway.” He says as he cups your face with his right hand. “Have you eaten?” he asks.

 You shake your head, “No, haven’t had much of an appetite after the news I got during lunch. Just ended up munching on my fries and chocolate shake.” You say as you look at his chest, unwilling to look up at his face.

 He looks down at you concerned, then over to Graham. Richard hums, “We’ll talk about that in a while. For now, you need to eat, Sweetheart, even if you don’t feel like it.” He tells you gently. “We have a feast, so eat what you want.” He urges as he brings you to the kitchen and dining tables filled with all kinds of food. Your mouth begins to water. You nod, set your backpack in the corner and start putting food on your plate.

 As you fill your plate Graham comes round to talk with Richard. “Her ex sure did a number on her, Rich. Be patient with her. She has a lot of wounds that can’t be seen from the outside.” He tells him.

 Rich nods.

 “Rich, they let her ex out on bail. She’s absolutely terrified he’s gonna find her and do what he threatened to. He told her she’s only good for one thing…” he tells Rich.

 Rich looks at him with a look something between pissed and concerned. “And what is that?” he asks quietly.

 Graham glances back to see where you are at. “He called her ‘damaged goods’ because of the surgery she had to have, and told her she is only good for a ‘fuck toy’ now.

 I had a talk with her on the way back and tried to tell her that she is NOT damaged goods and has much more value than just a fuck toy. But just take it slow with her, man. She has a LOT on her plate right now and is feeling incredibly insecure and sees herself as trash because of how he treated her.” He quietly informs Rich.

 Rich is trying to remain calm, watching you fill your plate with food; but Graham sees his fists are clenched and his knuckles are white. Rich has his jaw clenched and Graham could hear him grinding his teeth. He realizes Rich is pissed and desperately trying not to blow up in front of everyone, especially you.

 “Rich, go do what you need to do to go calm down… where she won’t see or hear it.” I’ll keep her company till you get back.” He tells his friend, patting his shoulder and nudging him towards the basement door.

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 Rich nods takes his apron off, and quietly goes down to the basement and starts pummeling his punching bag and growling and shouting. Taking out his frustration out on it.

 After a while, Lee Pace comes down to see where his friend went. He sees Richard red faced and punching his punching bag furiously.

 Lee stands there for a moment watching him. When Richard takes a break, Lee clears his throat to get Richard’s attention. Richard looks up and sighs, his shoulders slumping.

 Lee comes down the stairs and looks at his friend. “What’s the matter Rich? You’re having a party and you’re down here pissed. What happened?” he says as he holds out a glass of beer to Richard, who shakes his head, not wanting it.

 “Graham just informed me that the shithead ex of Harley’s got released from jail. Some shithead posted bail to get him out and Harley is positive he won’t abide by the restraining order. He really did a number on her verbally and psychologically.

 She had to have some kind of surgery that required several months to recover from, and he got upset about her needing to have it. Scarlett and Graham both said he called her all kinds of filthy names and now she feels like worthless trash and damaged goods.” He sighs and rubs his face.

 Lee frowns. “And let me guess, you want to date her?” he asks.

 Richard nods. “She has an inner beauty that just shines out of her. I can’t resist it. You should’ve seen her at the bar, Lee. She was confident, relaxed, happy and just beamed. Scarlett had taken her shopping, and got her to have her hair and makeup done. She was looking and feeling so confident and looked so sexy in what she wore! Now she is terrified and scared her ex will come after her and do what he threatened to do to her…” Rich says trailing off.

 I want to just pummel that asshole for how he treated her and warped how she feels about herself. I don’t know what to do, Lee. I want to help her see herself as the beautiful woman she is inside and out, but I don’t know how.” He says, frustrated, punching the bag again.

 Lee leans against the wall for a moment thinking. Let me think about it while we rejoin the party, you’ve beaten the punching bag enough for now. You don’t want to be gone too long, Rich or the party will migrate down here.” He teases. “Come on, let’s head back up. For now, just make sure she feels welcome and safe.” He tells his friend.

 Rich nods and starts to head back up the stairs. Lee following him.

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 You make your way around the table placing a variety of enticing foods onto your plate. There was more food there than you’ve ever seen at a single party… and it all looked amazing.

You came back around and looked at Graham confused.

 He grinned, “He had to go take care of something, Lass. He’ll be back in a bit.” He tells you. “Do ya want anythin’ to drink?” he asks.

 You sigh. “I suppose he doesn’t have any Jameson, does he?”

 Graham’s eyebrows shoot up. “Jameson?” he asks surprised.

 “Yeah, or any whiskey, for that matter.” You reply. “I need a good, stiff drink.” You say with a grin.

 “Well, I have a bottle of Scotch whiskey in the freezer chilling if that’ll work for ya.” he tells you.

 You nod.

 He pulls out the bottle and grabs a whiskey glass. He looks at you and asks, “How do you want it?”

 You reply, “Straight.”

His eyes go wide, he nods and pours you about a shot’s worth. “Here, see if you like it before I pour you a whole glass.”

 You take it and down it in two gulps, not even sputtering as it burns its way down your throat.

You hand him the glass and grin. He does too and asks if you with a devilish grin if you want some ice. You smirk and nod. Remembering your conversation from the bar the other night.

 He puts some ice in the glass and pours it full for you. You go to take it, but he pulls it away. “Eat some, before ya have any more to drink, Lass. This is a bit stronger than that Jameson stuff yer used to.” He tells you.

 You pout and eat a couple sandwiches and some fruit. He grins and gives you the glass. “Make it last though, no gulping it down! Ya only get one of these buggers.” he says with a wink.

 You sigh and oblige the bald man.

 After a bit, you clear your plate of food and your tummy is happily full and you’re sipping on your Scotch Whiskey, when Richard comes up with Lee from the basement. You and Graham are on the far side of the living room watching some of the guests trying to play the game called ‘Twister’ and are laughing at the compromising positions they get into. Richard notices you took your trench coat off and it is draped over a chair in the kitchen by your backpack.

 You don’t see them come up from the basement door and Richard just stops and watches you as you laugh at Aiden as he falls over and is deemed ‘out’ by the rest of the group. Lee smiles at the look on your face and understands what Richard had meant when he said you just beamed when you were happy. He nudges Richard to move along the wall over to you.

 “Just keep her company and be supportive and kind, Rich.” He whispers in his friend’s ear, then moves off to observe the antics of the people playing the game from the other side of the room.

 Richard comes up behind you and is mesmerized by your long hair. You have it in a fish tail braid that reaches just past your waistline. His fingers itch to run through it and feel it’s softness.

 He comes up behind you and gently puts his hand on your shoulder. You startle a little and look up at him, but his loving smile disarms you instantly. “Hi.” You say. “Where’d you go?” you ask.

 He clears his throat. “Had to take care of something in the basement.” He says. “Are you enjoying watching the game?” he asks as he brings his hand down your hair to your midback.

 You laugh and nod. “It’s funny to watch. I remember playing it as a little girl with my friends. I think it’s more fun now to watch, especially with people drinking.” You giggle as Scarlett gets in a very compromising position with Orlando, who is doing his best to get her to laugh and fall over.

 Richard smiles. “You feeling better?” he asks after a while. You nod. “Food and whiskey.” You say with a grin.

 He leans down and gives your glass a sniff. “Is that the Scotch Whiskey Graham brought over?” he asks. You nod. “Yup.”

 Rich frowns. “How many have you had, Love?” he asks.

 You reply, “He gave me a shot to see if I’d like it, and then this glass, but it has ice in it, so it’s kinda watering it down the longer I let it sit. He told me I couldn’t down it all in one go. I have to nurse it cuz I only get one glass of it.” You tell him.

 Rich grins and nods. “Good.” He says as you turn back to watching the antics with the game. He stands behind you and puts his hands on your hips and gently pulls you to lean against him. Which you don’t seem to mind doing.

 Once the game finishes, someone decides to take out the karaoke machine and hooks it up to the surround sound system. Richard groans and puts a hand up to his face…and you start laughing.

 “What’s the matter, Rich, not up for karaoke?” Someone teases. He just chuckles and tells them to have at it, but not to turn the music up any higher. “I don’t need the cops called on us.” he tells them.

 The two of you work your way to the side wall by the stairwell where you can watch his friends sing and dance to the music.

 You finish your glass of whiskey and start sucking on the ice till it’s small enough to chew on.

 Richard cringes when he hears you chewing the ice. “You realize how bad that is for your teeth?” he asks.

 You nod. “I like how it feels.” You say. “I’ve chewed on ice since I was a kid. My dentist says my teeth are fine.” You tell him as you pop another ice cube into your mouth and suck on it.

 He leans down and asks, “I have other things you can suck on instead of ice, if you want.”

 You look up at him and raise an eyebrow, wondering what exactly he is referring to and if he meant the innuendo or not.

 He takes your hand and pulls you into the kitchen. He opens the freezer and points to the popsicles and the ice cream cones coated in chocolate and chopped peanuts.

 Your eyes light up and you grab the box of popsicles. You dig around till you find a cherry one. You giggle with delight and hand him the box back. He is grinning at your antics and puts the box back in the freezer and closes the door.

 “Oh my gosh! I haven’t had a popsicle since I was a little kid! These were my favourites! I’d eat all the cherry and grape ones and leave the orange ones for my parents!” you giggle as you tear it open and pop it in your mouth. Your eyes close and you make a little happy noise.

 Richard moves back to lean against the counter in the kitchen by the sink and is watching you. He is trying desperately not to let his mind go in the gutter. But you are making it SO damn easy to do. He watches your eyes close as you pop it into your mouth and twirl your tongue around the top of the cherry popsicle.

 The little happy noises you are making cause him to grin and he can feel himself getting hard. He is wondering now if this was such a good idea. The more he watches you enjoying the popsicle, the more he wants your lips someplace else on him.

 He groans quietly and rubs his face. Graham comes walking in to grab another beer and sees you eating the popsicle. He stares for a moment, and Rich can tell the instant his brain goes in the gutter. He looks up at Rich with a raised eyebrow and an evil smirk. He opens his mouth to say something and Richard gives him a glare and shakes his head. Gram winks, and closes his mouth. He grabs the beer from the fridge and walks over to him.

 Cracking open the beer, he leans against the sink next to Rich. “What were ya thinkin’ giving her an iced lolly?” he whispers.

 Richard shrugs, “Thought it’d be better than hearing her chew on ice cubes… but now I’m thinking the ice cubes were the better option.” He whispers back.

 By now you are completely oblivious to the indecent thoughts the two are having while watching you enjoying the popsicle. By the time you finish it, they are both uncomfortably hard and luckily Rich’s apron is covering it, so it isn’t noticeable.

 Graham on the other hand, is struggling. Rich is giggling and teases him quietly and suggests he head to the rest room to ‘take care of it’. Graham groans and nods.

 Rich realizes he left the chocolate batter on the counter when you came in and turns to pour it into the muffin cups. You stand there in the kitchen and watch him, and admire his lovely ass as he works.

 “What are you making?” you finally ask, when you see him pouring the batter into the muffin cups.

 “Chocolate cupcakes, I believe you call them.” He replies as he opens the oven and bends to put the pan in to bake. He sets the timer and turns to look at you. Your cheeks are rosy and your ears and neck are pink.

 He grins and comes over to check on you. “You feelin’ all right, Love?” he asks. You nod, “Just a little warm… must be the whiskey.” You reply sheepishly.

 “Mmmmmhmmm.” Richard says with a raised eyebrow and his panty melting smirk. “Something tells me you were enjoying the view.” He teases, making you blush even more.

 You duck your head and squirm under his gaze.

 He chuckles, “It’s okay, Love.” He says and pulls you in for a hug, making you squeak in surprise.

 You giggle when ‘Pretty Woman’ comes on and Richard starts to sing it quietly to you while he holds you in the hug and sways from side to side a little.

 He holds you like that till the song ends and there is a roar of laughter from the living room.

 “I don’t even want to know who was performing that one in there.” He mumbles rubbing his face.

“I much preferred your version.” You giggle. He looks down at you and smiles. He plants a kiss to the top of your head.

 You take your whiskey glass from off the counter and pop the last ice cube in your mouth and suck on it. Richard rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Little Ice monster you are!” he says, “What am I to do with you?” he teases.

“Well, I can think of a few things.” You tease. And stick the ice out of your lips then suck it back in.

 You see his eyes open wide and dilate and he takes a couple steps over to you. He hesitantly takes you in his arms and leans down to give you a tentative kiss. You allow him to, remembering Graham’s words, ‘to give Richard a chance’.

 He is gentle with you and gives you light kisses. You smile and stick the ice between your lips and tease his with it. He grins and takes it in his teeth as he kisses you and tugs it out of your mouth and traces your lips with it then drops it into his mouth.

Your eyes get huge. “Hey, give that back!” you tell him.

 He smirks, “Come get it.” He says in a husky voice and rolls it around on his tongue to tease you. You reach up and tug his head down and your lips crash into his. Your tongue prodding his lips to part and give you back your ice cube.

He chuckles, wraps his arms around your waist and lets you part his lips with your tongue only to find his teeth clamped shut. He is grinning at your frustration. You tease his lips and then start to move down his neck with kisses and your fingers gently scratch the back of his scalp as you drag your fingers through his hair.

 He closes his eyes for a moment enjoying the feeling. Then he brings your head back up to his and kisses you soundly, tasting the cherry popsicle on your tongue and slipping the ice chip back into your mouth as the two of you bat it back and forth with your tongues until it completely melts.

 You pull back when you need air and look up at him dazed. He grins and tells you. “I like that game with the ice chip. What shall we call it?” he asks you with his lopsided grin.

 You shrug, “Don’t know…Ice hockey?” you ask. He smirks. “Perhaps… or maybe just ‘Pass the ice?’ ”

 You both bust up laughing then Graham comes walking in. “What’s so funny, you two?” he asks with a raised eyebrow when he sees you both laughing and have red lips and chins.

 You look at Richard with a huge grin and reply, “Ice hockey.” Which makes Richard bust up laughing again and sends you into a fit of giggles.

 Graham looks at the two of you confused. He goes to retrieve his beer from the kitchen counter where he had left it, then turns and says, “No more whiskey for you, Lass.” And heads out into the living room.

 The two of you are still in a fit of giggles when Martin comes in looking for the alcohol. He takes one look at you and comes over.

 “Ahhh, if it isn’t the mysterious lady in black leather who enraptured my dear friend, Richard! I’m sorry I didn’t have the pleasure of meeting you the other night at the bar. I’m Martin.” he tells you as he takes your hand and kisses the top of it.

 You giggle and tell him, “I’m Harley, nice to meet you Martin.” You reply and lean against Richard still giggling about the ice hockey game.

 “What has you two giggling in here when the party is out in the living room?” he asks. You look up at Richard who is trying to keep it together. You look back to Martin and say with a completely deadpanned face, “Ice Hockey”…. Which sets Richard into another fit of giggles.

 Martin quirks an eyebrow. You lean into him and say, “You should try it with your lady friend who was with you at the bar sometime when she starts kissing you.” And you lean back and wink.

He doesn’t get your drift at first then you go to the freezer and pick out an ice cube and pop it in your mouth, then you turn to him, and stick it out of your lips, hold it between your teeth and give it a wiggle with your tongue then suck it back in your mouth.

 Martin’s eyes get huge and he looks between you and Richard, who has turned his back to you both still giggling and trying to regain his composure. You raise your eyebrows and Martin chuckles and says, “I might just have to try that! Thanks for the suggestion!” he says with a smirk and a wink.

 You close the freezer door and then open it again and grab a handful of ice and go put it in your cup. You go back and dig around in the freezer and find a bottle of Jameson someone hid and pour yourself a glass. Then put it back.

 Martin chuckles and asks if you like strong drinks. You nod. He asks if you tried Graham’s Whiskey and you nod. “He said I could only have one glass though, but he didn’t say I couldn’t have my wonderful Jameson…” you giggle.

 Martin chuckles again and turns to Richard who finally regains his composure and turns to face you. Richard turns just as you were pouring the Jameson and gives you a look with a raised eyebrow. You smirk and Martin says, “I like this one, she can come party with us any time you care to bring her with!”

 When Richard saw you take a drink of the Jameson and stuck the ice cube from your mouth out of your lips at him, he knew he was going to have his hands full with you tonight. He covered his grin with his hand and nodded to Martin, who just winked at Richard, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went back into the living room.

 Richard chuckles at you and wraps you in his arms. “Graham did say ‘no more whiskey.” He reminds you.

 You just shrug. “He can say what he likes, but it doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen.” You reply, grinning.

 Richard rolls his eyes at you. “How about another round of ‘Pass the ice’?” he asks with an impish grin. You return the grin and he starts to kiss you soundly, the two of you passing the ice cube between your mouths as he explores your mouth and enjoys the tase of the whiskey on your tongue. You explore his mouth and enjoy the taste of chocolate on his.

 Suddenly the alarm on his phone goes off and he breaks the kiss after passing you the ice cube back into your mouth.

 He hurries over to the oven, shuts off the alarm and takes the pot holder out of the drawer. He opens the oven, then takes out the muffins and sets them on the rack to cool. Then turns off the oven.

 The two of you wander out into the living room and chuckle as someone decided it was enough with the karaoke and had put in Star Wars. Everyone was either sitting on the furniture or on the floor watching it. Richard chuckles remembering filming the scenes he did for that particular film.

 You look at the movie playing and whisper to him, “Isn’t this the one you have a few scenes in?” he looks surprised and nods. He moves over to a side chair and sits down, pulling you into his lap. The two of you sit there watching the movie and you sip the whiskey. When you finish it, Richard takes the glass and sets it on the side table.

 You are sitting across his lap with your legs hanging off the side. You lean your head against his shoulder and close your eyes listening to the movie and picturing what was going on.

 Richard feels you lean your head against his shoulder, and he grins. He reaches up and puts a hand on your head. Happy you feel comfortable enough to be doing this with him. Maybe it’s the alcohol you consumed, but regardless, he is happy for the moment. He looks over at Lee, who mimics sleeping and points to you.

 Richard shakes his head, no. Lee grins and mouths “soon”. And Richard raises his eyebrows as if saying, “maybe”.

 About a half hour later he feels you start to get heavier. He shifts and you don’t stir. Lee mimics sleep again and points at you and Richard nods. Lee chuckles and comes over. He squats down and brushes some hair out of your face. You’re out like a light and are oblivious to the world around you.

 “What are you going to do with her, Rich?” he asks quietly.

 Richard looks down at you and then around at the guests who are either sleeping already or on their way there. He sighs, “I guess we’re having a slumber party as well.” He chuckles quietly.

 Lee looks around and nods. “Want me to turn off the movie?” he asks.

Richard says, “Naah. Let it play. I think I’ll go put her in one of the beds upstairs, then I’ll come back down to put the food away, so it doesn’t spoil.

 “I’ll help with that then I gotta get going. I have to do some voice overs for a movie I’m in tomorrow, so I won’t be able to stay.” He tells you.

 Richard nods. “Here, can you take her so I can get up?” he asks.

 Lee chuckles and nods. He bends down and carefully scoops you out of Richard’s lap then steps back a few paces.

 Richard stands and stretches, then Lee passes you back to Richard, who carries you upstairs and takes you to his bedroom. He lays you down in the bed and struggles to remove your corset, he finally gets it unhooked and slides it out from under you, leaving you in your shirt and pants. He carefully pulls off your boots and socks and sets them on the floor by the chair and puts your corset on the chair’s cushion.

 He kisses your forehead and covers you up with his blankets.

 Then he heads down and finds Lee and Graham both helping to clean up and put the food away in the fridge and freezer.

 They talk with Richard about you and the three of them decide that you need a guard dog. Richard says he will talk to you about it tomorrow and will find out what kind of dog you’d like if you could have one.

 Lee and Graham both tell Richard to let them know and they will help cover the costs for the stuff for the dog. Richard thanks them.

 “She is a wonderful woman, Rich. I saw the two of you in the kitchen and you were both belly laughing at something. All Martin would say was ‘Ice hockey’ and would just smirk. I haven’t seen you this happy and laughing in a very long time. I hope things work out with you two.” Lee tells Rich. “If things do work out, I want an invite to the wedding!” he teases.

 Rich just laughs and nods. “IF, they work out, you will get an invite, Lee.” Richard chuckles.

 “For now, we’ll just take things one day at a time.” Richard says.

 “Good idea.” Graham replies, and Lee nods.

 “I’ll see you two later. Have a good rest of the night.” Lee tells them and then heads out the door.

 Graham turns and looks at Rich. “What are ya gonna do with her?” he asks.

 “I put her in one of the beds upstairs to sleep off the hangover I’m sure she’ll have in the morning.” Rich explains.

 Graham raises an eyebrow.

 “Don’t worry, Graham, I won’t take advantage of her.” He says smacking Graham on the arm.

 “Ya better not, or I’ll beat your head in!” he warns.

 Richard just chuckles. “Got a soft spot for her too?” Rich teases.

 “Yeah, like she was my kid, so don’t hurt her, or you’ll be answerin’ to me!” he warns. “Scarlett said she has no family, so I guess in a way, that makes me her Pops since I found her first, out of our cluster fuck of friends!” Graham tells him teasingly.

 Richard just chuckles, “Ok, old man, then I guess I won’t tell you she found the Jameson in the freezer and had a glass of that too.” He says grinning.

 Graham rolls his eyes and rubs his face. “And ya didn’t stop her why?” he asks, mildly annoyed.

 “Ice Hockey” Richard replies.

 Graham raises an eyebrow, and rubs his temples, “Ya know what, I don’t want to know…I’m heading home. Call me when ye find out about the dog so I can call my friend and see what he’s got.”

 Richard nods. “You gonna be ok to drive?” he asks.

 “Yeah, haven’t had any alcohol now for a few hours.” He replied.

 “Ok, see ya later.” Rich says as they head for the door. He watches Graham head for his Jaguar and watches him leave. He turns and closes the door, locking it. Then turns off the dvd and tv and heads up to the bedroom to check on you.

 He sits down on the bed and brushes hair out of your face. You don’t even flinch. He yawns and takes off his shirt and pants, then puts on a pair of sweats. He is warm and climbs onto the bed, laying on top of the sheets and comforter.

 You roll onto your back and he chuckles and scoots over closer to you. You sense his warmth and snuggle over to him and curl up into his side, still sound asleep.

 He chuckles and lets you be. He closes his eyes and plays with your hair till he falls asleep with you cradled in his arm.

 @fizzyxcustard​ @thetherianthropydaily​ @midnight-reader-morning-sleeper​ @daisy-picking-lady​ @emrfangirl​

[royal-shawn]

The Guitarist || nerd!shawn

anon said:  your writing is so good !!! I’m absolutely obsessed, you should really start posting on wattpad too if you aren’t already haha. Also can you please do a nerd/innocent Shawn imagine? That’s my weakness honestly🤤

The show was coming up and my role as Eliza Hamilton would be fulfilled to the greatest degree. To accomplish this, the music teacher and I had been having frequent meetings in her room. 

Today is different though when I walk into the corridor towards Ms. Kate’s room, there’s piano music along with an angelic voice. 

I creep to the noise and push open the heavy door to the music room. 

A boy I recognize from my English class is sitting at the piano, playing and singing. It’s a song from the musical, so my first response is to sing along. 

He realizes right away and stops, looking over at me. “E-Eliza!”  

“It’s Y/N.” I smile. “I’ve never seen you around before?” 

“Shawn.” He looks down at the piano. “You’re very talented.” 

“So are you, Do you have a role?” I ask. 

“I was going to audition for Lafayette, but I got anxious and backed out last minute.” He says, looking over at me, a red tint on his cheeks. “I play the guitar in the band though.” 

“I thought I recognized you from somewhere.” I smile.

“We have English together.” He smiles. “If it’s anywhere, it’s there.”

-

Thus began Shawn and I’s friendship, every Wednesday, I would go over to his studio apartment off-campus to study for English and practice for the musical. 

Slowly, Shawn opened up and he was actually really sweet, he always insisted on paying for Chinese, but I always paid my own. 

Today was different, Shawn wasn’t home, but the door was unlocked and it was December in Toronto so I wasn’t just going to wait outside.

The apartment was empty, the sound of silence eerie in a place I'd associated with music and laughter.

I sat on the couch, looking at the things on his coffee table. A picture of his mom, dad, and sister, who I'd heard so much about, his trigonometry book, and a plant.

I realize how odd it is that I'm sitting on the couch of a friend's, who's not even home, and get up to leave.

On my way to the door, it opens, revealing Shawn, with flushed cheeks and a bag.

"Oh, um, Shawn." I smile tightly. "I should've just left earlier, this is an invasion of privacy."

"Oh, no it's fine, rather you be here than walking back home alone in this weather." He grins. "I'm sorry, I forgot to text you and I had to go back to Pickering today."

"Why?" I tilt my head.

"I had an appointment and I forgot to tell you, I'm here now." He smiles, unwrapping the scarf from his neck.

I smile. "Should I put on some tea?"

"No, it's okay." Shawn murmurs. "I've gotta go to the bathroom."

I furrow my brows but take a seat on his couch, waiting for him to come back.

In a few moments, he comes back with his guitar, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes on his face. "Ready to start?"

I nod, smiling softly.

-

Halfway into Helpless, Shawn starts quivering, his usually still fingers fidgeting across the strings, playing flats and sharps in the incorrect places.

I stop singing to ask. "Are you okay?"

He stops strumming and looks up. "Um, yeah of course."

I shake my head. "You aren't."

He bites his lip. "No, I am."

"Shawn, we're friends right?" I ask. He nods hesitantly. "If you want to be friends, you have to be honest with me."

"Okay.” Shawn takes a deep breath before speaking. “I went to my therapist today, usually they’re only once a week but I really needed an extra appointment and this was the only time that was open. She prescribed me with more medicine and I guess it makes me shake, which isn’t good so I’ll have to talk to her on Sunday when I go back.” 

“Why do you go all the way back to Pickering for therapy?” I ask

He shakes his head. “You wouldn’t get it.” 

I decide not to press and we go back to rehearsal. 

-

Two weeks until the performance and things are getting real, costumes are being fitted, makeup is being practiced and rehearsals are every other day. 

My time with Shawn is getting limited to English Class and an hour after school on Tuesdays, since Wednesday is a rehearsal day. 

During Rehearsal, I notice Shawn’s hands have stopped shaking, and he’s more outgoing, he talks a little bit more, and shows off his expertise on guitar. 

One day, during practice, Shawn is nowhere to be seen, but his guitar is leaning against his chair. 

The absence of guitar makes Ms. Kate growl in frustration. 

“Where’s Shawn?” She says, waving her hands at the actors of Hamilton, Lafayette, Burr, Laurens, and Mulligan, making them stop their performance. 

The pianist shrugs. “He left a little while ago.” 

“Well, where did he go?” 

The band shrugs. 

I pop out of the curtain. “Can I go look for him?” 

Ms. Kate pinches the bridge of her nose. “Yes, be quick.” 

I run out of the theater, blue Eliza dress flickering after me. The first place I check is Ms. Kate’s room, which is absent of his presence. I run the the men’s room and push open the door. 

Shawn stands in front of the sink, knuckles white gripping on the fake granite counter tops, his head ducked. 

“Shawn?” 

He looks up at me through the mirror. “This is the men’s bathroom.” 

I can help but notice the flushed cheeks and the teary eyes. “I don’t care.” 

He took a deep, shaky, breath. 

I move to him, my hand finding the midpoint between his shoulder blades. “Shawn, what’s wrong?” 

“I - uh - nothing.” He shrugs off my touch. “Let’s just get back out there.” 

I shake my head. “Shawn, you aren’t okay.” 

“We’re friends, right?” 

I nod. 

“Then leave it.” He spits, leaving me alone in the men’s room. 

-

Avoiding Shawn was harder than I thought, especially at this time. 

Ms. Kate was getting snarkier and snarkier as it went on. The pressure on the performers was surely not healthy, but we were just as nervous as she was. 

The big day rolled around and I was all dressed up in costume, looking oh-so Elizabeth Schuyler.

Shawn knocks on the dressing room door, and I turn to look. He was holding a bouquet of roses along with a little bear. 

“Come in.” I say, shutting the door behind him. 

He sets the gifts on the vanity before turning to look at you. “I came to apologize.” 

I watch him wring his hands nervously. 

“I can’t perform knowing you hate me, I’ll mess up.” He chuckles, his cheeks turning that pretty light pink color. “But this is both an apology, and a good luck.”

I smile softly, looking at the red roses. “Thanks Shawn.” 

“I really didn’t know what to get you, but Brian said girls like roses and since you’re a girl you must like roses, right?” 

“I love them.” I smile. “And I like the bear too.” 

“I saw him and he reminded me of you, I think it might be the sweater.” He says, pressing the bears sweater. “You always wear striped sweaters.” 

“I’ve worn a striped sweater to yours, like, twice.” I smile. “But, regardless, I love it.” 

He grins. “I already named him.” 

“Oh?” I ask. 

“Edgar Allen Pooh, because you really like Poe and Pooh’s the honey bear from that one show.” Shawn rambles, his pink cheeks heating up. 

I stand up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I’m sorry for shunning you.” 

“It’s my fault, I was rude.” He smiles. “I would’ve shunned you, too.” 

I laugh, and Shawn’s arms tighten around my torso. 

“I wish that we never had to perform.” Shawn says, before quickly explaining. “Not like we aren’t ready but you had a reason to come see me and I had a reason to look forward to Wednesdays.” 

“You liked my visits?” I ask, pulling away to look him in the eyes. 

He nods. “You were the highlight of my week.” 

“We can still hang out.” I say, cupping his cheek. “But now we can do it more than just Wednesday.”

He blushes a deep red at the hand on his face. “You want to hang out with me?” 

I laugh. “Of course I do.” 

“I want to hang out with you too.” He smiles. “How about Saturday? We can go to that Thai place in campus, and then to the movies.” 

“Are you asking me on a date?” I smirk. 

“Uh, no- I mean, unless you want it to be.” Shawn sputters out. 

I smile. “Yes, Shawn, I would like to go on a date with you.” 

“R-really?” He grins. “That’s great!” 

There’s a soft knock on the door and Ms. Kate peeks her head in. “Show time, I hope you’re ready.” 

“I am.” I say, peeling away from Shawn and toward the door. “Good luck Shawn.” 

“Good luck, y/n.” 

-

Saturday rolls around, and I’m getting ready, A mid-length dress adorning my body, I pull on a grey cardigan over the blue dress, before waiting for Shawn. 

A few moments later, Shawn knocks on the door, wearing a sweater and nice jeans. 

“Am I overdressed?” I ask, looking down at my flats. 

“You look gorgeous.” He smiles. “Shall we go?” 

I nod, grabbing Shawn’s hand letting him lead me. 

The night was brisk, but wasn’t awful. It was the perfect temperature to walk too close to Shawn, warming up off his heat. 

It takes 15 minutes to get to the Thai Restaurant, and 15 minutes to get seated. 

The place was busy on a Saturday evening, which I guess I understand. 

“What are you ordering?” Shawn asks, looking at the menu. 

I pause, and look up at him. “I have no clue.” 

“What do you mean?” He asks, taking a look at the menu. “There’s a lot of good options like...” 

“Did you pay for reservations?” I ask. 

He shakes his head. “It’s mostly a walk in.” 

“I would have a lot more fun if we just got pizza instead, I’m not really up for trying new things today.” 

Shawn smiles. “Well, thanks for the honestly and I agree, we could just go back to mine and watch a movie and eat pizza.” 

“That sounds perfect.” I grin. “I’ll call an uber.” 

-

Shawn dialed the number of the pizza place while I changed into his Harry Potter shirt and a pair of his boxers. 

I walk into the living area from the bathroom, the TV switched to Netflix, Shawn changed into pajamas himself. 

He turns to look at me, a blush settling over his cheeks. “You look gorgeous, even more so in my clothes.” 

“Are you flirting with me, Mendes?” I smile, crossing the room to stand in front of him. 

“Well, I think, unless you don’t want me too, I can stop.” He blushes. 

“No, I like it.” I grin, standing on my tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“You missed.” He smiles, ducking down to kiss my lips. 

I bury my hands in his hair, wondering where he got the confidence.

His hand is flat on my back the other wrapped around my shoulder.

After a few moments of kissing, he pulls away, looking down at me. “Wow.” 

I find myself blushing, looking down.

“I’m sorry, w-was that too much?” He nervously asks, his hands finding their way to my shoulders. 

“No, Shawn, it was great.” I smile. “You were great.” 

He blushes once again. 

The rest of the night is spent engrossed in pizza and Dr. Strange, but it’s the perfect first date, for me and this nerd.

[ukulelewrites]

thank u, next

A/N: am i whipped for one (1) kangaroo leader???????? maybe lol but i’m on break rn for cranberry season and i whipped up this fic after listening to this song on repeat for a kajibillion hours. i’m thinking of making this a two part series? or should i keep the ending as is? or do y’all want more of this dynamic???? lmk what yall think!!! Also if anyone can tell what the song skz is singing hmu

Pairing: Stray Kids’ Chan x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Pop Star!Reader x Rock Star!Chan/Exes AU

Word Count: 5.4k 

Thought I’d end up with Han / But he wasn’t a match,

Wrote some songs about Hyunjin / Now I listen and laugh,

These words flowed through the car stereo late at night as Chan found himself kissing some random girl he met at the nightclub. She kept her hands clutching tightly to his leather jacket, and he smirked as she let out another sigh.

Even almost got married / And for Chan I’m so thankful,

Wish I could say “thank you” to Felix / Cause he was an angel,

Chan froze once he heard his name coming from the stereo. “What’s wrong, babe?” the girl, who’s name had slipped his mind, asked.

He dropped his shocked expression and slipped back into his normal cocky facade. “Nothing, don’t worry ‘bout it,” he reassured her, leaning down to ghost his lips against hers, Now, where were we?”

One taught me love / One taught me regret

One taught me pain / Now, I just can’t forget

You had not expected such an explosive reaction to your newest single, but here you were, scrolling down your Twitter feed to the endless tweets gushing over “thank u, next.”

“Darling! You’ve done it once again!” your manager exclaimed as she burst into your dressing room, “I’m getting calls after calls asking you to come onto talk shows, radio shows, award shows, the whole shebang!”

“I’m glad to see you’re so excited about this, Melissa,” you teased, “I haven’t seen you this happy since you’ve met Chris Evans.”

“Now, as much as I love that man, I love you much more, my little songbird,” she sang as she booped your nose. “Did you hear what they’re calling this? ‘Pop Princess turned Pop Queen!’ God how I love the press! They’re eating this whole thing up!”

“I guess they didn’t expect me to release such an honest song,” you replied, still scrolling through your feed.

“Of course they didn’t! Who knew innocent ‘Somni’ would pull a Taylor Swift and drop a song about her exes? And name them too? No other artist has done that before!”

“I’m pretty sure I wrote that song about my self-growth, Melissa, not just to highlight I dated those guys.”

“Of course, darling. Now, why don’t we get you all dolled up for the red carpet? It’s your first public appearance as the ‘new’ you!” She let out a squeal before running out to grab your stylist and make-up artist.

You giggled at her newfound excitement and looked back down at your phone only to freeze at the headline glaring back you: CHAN CONQUESTS AGAIN? You swallowed down the uneasiness that crept upon you and placed your phone face down. “Get a grip, Y/N. You’re no longer ‘little Ms. Pop Princess,’” you said to yourself, training your eyes firmly on your reflection in the mirror, “and some boy isn’t going to make you revert to that.”

“Now, Somni, how does it feel to be all grown up now?” Amber asked. You laughed at her formality, considering the two of you were close friends, and pretended to ponder upon the answer.

“Honestly, I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you answered, giggling a bit at the eye roll she gives you and the disappointed looks you get from the audience members.

“I can’t believe you’re playing coy with me right now!” she jokingly complained, “I expect answers during my interviews, Y/N, answers!” The audience ooh’d when she used your real name.

“Sorry, Amber, I just don’t get your question! I’ve been a grown up since I turned 18, and that was a while ago.”

“Nuh uh! Somni was not grown up two years ago when she released ‘Wonderland.” Iconic album, but definitely the cookie cutter pop album we’d expected it to be. But this? ‘thank u, next’ completely defies what we expected coming from you! What caused the shift?”

You could practically feel the audience members leaning forward with bated breath. Ever since the song dropped a month ago, the internet had been ablazed with speculation over your music’s sudden shift.

“Well, I guess I was done writing a narrative where I was always the person getting saved,” you said, referring to the long list of love songs you had written in the past, “and I wanted to be the person that saved myself. ‘Monochrome’ is definitely going to show more of that self-love theme that I teased in ‘thank u, next,’ and I’m so happy that everyone has been so supportive of the change!” You gestured towards the audience members, earning a cheer from them, and even acknowledged the camera, knowing many of your fans were also watching at home.

“Amazing. I’m so proud of you for taking that next step in your career,” Amber gushed, earning an ‘awww’ from the audience, “Now, we can’t just ignore what everyone here actually wants to know about.”

You looked at her and quirked a brow. “And what is that?”

“The boys of course! You can’t just name drop them without spilling some tea, sis,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Stop,” you whined, “why would you even bring them up?” You exaggerated bashfulness by covering your face with your hands.

“C’mon, you name dropped a few big names in that song. Han? The biggest name in the up and coming rap scene right now! Hyunjin? He’s the highest paid male model in the world! Felix? Before his retreatment from the scene, he was the most well-known actor of his time!”

“Well, they helped build me into the person I am today. I didn’t think anything more of it,” you replied diplomatically.

“And we cannot leave out the biggest bombshell from that song: Chan, the lead guitarist of SKZ, which is, by the way to anyone watching who have been living under a rock for the past year, the biggest rock band on the scene right now! Who knew you were into the bad boy type, Somni? And you almost married the guy too!”

You let out an airy chuckle, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “Yeah, we were young and in love. A risky combination if you ask me,” you joked, eliciting laughter from your audience.

“C’mon, Somni, you gotta give us something!” Amber pleaded.

“You know I don’t kiss and tell,” you jested, “especially not to the thousands of people who watch your show!” The audience whined at your statement, and you only flashed them an apologetic smile.

“But seriously, how did the bright-eyed, princess of the pop world end up almost married to the biggest playboy rock star on the scene right now?” Amber goaded.

“We were different at the time, Ambs. Life just happened to end up this way,” you replied cryptically. She tsked at your unwillingness to spill everything, but she retreated from the topic.

“Anyways, focusing back on you, I heard you’ll be performing at the American Music Awards, and you’re premiering your new single’s music video during it? That’s huge!”

“Yeah, ‘Without Me’ is getting a music video. Stan Twitter, this one’s for y’all!” you exclaimed, shooting finger guns towards the camera.

“And you’re album is dropping tonight right?”

“Exactly at midnight! I hope everyone can listen to it. I know it’s my favorite and most intimate album to date, and I hope everyone enjoys it to!”

“Well that looks like all the time we have with Somni tonight, folks. Check out her new album, ‘Monochrome,’ dropping tonight at midnight!”

You were back in your New York City penthouse, finally away from the hustle and bustle that came with album promotions. A small sigh escapes past your lips as you submerged yourself into the warm, bubbly bath water. You rested your head against the tub and looked up at the ceiling, finding yourself slipping away into your memories.

“What do you think about this chord, songbird?” Chan asked, strumming a jumbled mess of notes on his guitar. He got a scrunched up nose and a ball of sheet music thrown at his face as an answer. “Just teasing you,” he pouted, scooting over on the couch to look over your shoulder.

“I know you are, but I’m trying to focus right now,” you grumbled, pushing your glasses back up your nose and scrunching your eyebrows together. Your pencil was still flying across the page, putting down notes and rests and lyrics.

“Why don’t you take a break,” he asked sweetly, “focus on,” he leaned his head down to nip at the sensitive skin on your neck, “something else?” You stilled your hand for a split second, and Chan thought he had finally broken through, but you just shrugged him off and went straight back to work.

“This is my first album after debuting, Chan. I can’t just put it off. I need to come back with good music,” you sighed. He looked on worriedly as you ran your fingers through your hair once again and let out another huff of air.

“Songbird.” His hands found themselves on your waist, and he hoisted you onto his lap. You didn’t struggle and leaned back into his arms. “Sometimes you just,” he pressed feather-light kisses against your neck after each word, “need a little distraction,” once he found your sweet spot, you knew you were gone, “or some inspiration,” you let out a soft groan when he lightly bit down on your flesh, “like how well I’m going to-”

BRRRING! BBBRRRIING!

“Sorry, babe,” you mumbled, leaning down to scoop your phone off the floor. “Let me take this, and I promise you we’ll get back to where we left off.” Chan just waved you off, but you had missed how his eyes trailed after your retreating frame lovingly. If only you had seen that.

You knew you were over your past relationships. Each one ended, relatively resolved, and tucked away in your memory box. You and Han ended things after six months due to busy schedules. Hyunjin was dropped after 4 months when you realized you needed someone to fulfill a deeper, emotional need. Felix disappeared from the scene a year into your relationship, and you just assumed it was over when he stopped replying to your texts. And Chan — your eyebrows furrowed at the thought of him.

You could never really pinpoint where things went wrong with him. It was a flurry of you falling too fast for someone who never really reciprocated back and diving right in when he proposed to you 2 years into the relationship. A wry smile graced your lips when you recalled the realization that had dawned on you two months into the engagement. “He never said ‘I love you’ sober,” you mused as you continued to soak in the bath. You knew that he was tucked in a box just like the other boys, but a small voice in the back of your head continued to pull at the ribbon that kept his box shut.

“Somni, you are absolutely stunning tonight!” the interviewer gushed as she gestured towards your fitted maroon suit jacket and tight cream pants outfit.

“Why thank you so much!” you beamed.

“I must say, this is probably a huge night for you,” she said, “How does it feel to be one of the main focuses of the night?”

“Well, I don’t know about ‘main focuses,’ but I am so excited to perform tonight and reveal the music video for the new single, ‘Without You!’”

“Speaking of ‘Without You,’ it is easily my favorite song from ‘Monochrome!’”

“Stop! You’re just being polite,” you teased.

“No! I seriously love how raw you sounded in the song. I honestly felt the pain in your voice,” she said. “Plus, it was quite fun trying to figure out which of the exes this one was about.” She gave you an over exaggerated wink, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“Well, I hope you don’t expect me to tell you who,” you retorted, “It was lovely talking to you!”

After you bid her goodbye, you continued walking down the red carpet, stopping every now and then to pose for the camera and wave towards your fans. You also stopped every now and then to talk to some other artists and congratulate them for their nominations. In the midst of your conversation with Jaime, a deafening cheer from the hoard of fangirls came crashing into your ears. You looked behind you and saw SKZ getting out of their limo and beginning to walk down the red carpet. It was a blatant understatement to say Chan looked good. Even after accepting your failed relationship as it is, you were still capable of addressing that the guy looked fine. You dared not to stare for too long, since there were cameras everywhere focused on you, but you took a mental snapshot of Chan with his, newly dyed, blond hair swept up to reveal his forehead, adorned with a leather jacket thrown over a, teasingly, tight white button up and torn black skinnies, and the trademark devil may care attitude that seemed to wash off of him in waves.  A flash of light followed by a click pulled you out of your trance, and you refocused your attention back on Jaime. “Where did we leave off?” you asked sweetly, planting back on your trademarked smile.

The stage lights were pulsing, and the roar of the crowd became almost deafening around you. It had been a long night of dancing, singing along to the performers on stage, and afflicting yourself to pain whenever you had to trek onto the stage in your heels to present or accept an award. The camera seemed to love you as it continued to film you and Jaime as the two of you bounced up and down, both of you ditching your heels at that point, to the artists on stage and lip-syncing like your lives depended on it. However, you noticed the camera lingering on you longer than usual, and you sent the cameraman a playful quirk of the eyebrow. That was when Jaime pointed towards the main stage.

“SKZ is about to perform,” she explained, keeping a hand on your arm comfortingly.

“Awesome! I heard they’re performing a never heard before single,” you said back, trying to keep your expression upbeat for the camera.

The brief break ended, and all cameras trained their focus onto the side stage where the host stood. “Revealing a brand new single for the first time, here are the heartthrobs of SKZ with ‘Moving Along!’” they exclaimed.

Chan began to strum a steady rhythm, and a lump formed in your throat when you noticed the songbird sticker still stuck to the bright, red body of his guitar. The song was definitely more chill compared to their older, “edgier” releases, but you liked the lazy feel of the bass, the driving force of the rhythmic guitar, and the lax attitude the guys took on as they sang into the mics.

Been thinking bout you lots lately / Have you been feeling empty beds just like me?

I’ve been thinking bout you lots, lately / Or are you moving along?

You couldn’t help but chant along to the chorus, ignoring the weird feeling you got from the lyrics.

Is it wrong if I ask you to come over? / Is it wrong if I told you that I love ya?

Even though I never do it when I’m sober / Is it wrong? So wrong

That lyric struck a chord in you, but you continued to plaster on your smile and dance along to the song, keeping up a show for the camera. “If I wrote a break-up song, I guess he can too,” you mused.

The neon lights flashed to the bass that vibrated throughout the entire nightclub. You found yourself retreated to one of the side booths, scrolling on your phone to look at all the feedback you got back for the “Without Me” music video. It was amusing to see the internet freak out over, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the lack of commentary on the music video’s aesthetic, which you had painstakingly curated, instead the buzz seemed to be around who the music video alluded to. Was the song about Chan? Definitely. You wrote it shortly after your split with him, and it sat in your drafts for a good year before your management pulled it out, dusted it off, and polished it up to be the second single for “Monochrome.” Was the purpose of the song to demonize Chan? Hell no. It was just to help you heal, help you get over such a harsh fall from cloud 9. You disappeared from the music scene for a good year to recuperate because being with him was like a firework. It built up and heated up and kept you enthralled, but it ended so quickly and left messes behind. It just happened to be that you were the mess that was left behind.

“Where were you?” you asked, too tired to put any emotion in your words anymore.

Chan looked at your sitting frame on the couch in shock. Well, as much shock as a drunk man could muster. “What’re you doing still up?” he slurred.

“Where. Were. You?”

“Out with the guys. Celebrating the new album’s release, the usual.” Chan’s brows furrowed. The tone of your voice took a complete 180 from what he was used to. “What’s wrong, songbird?” He walked up to you to try and get some shred of the usual warmth you emitted, but he was abruptly stopped when you stood up and held up a hand in between the two of you.

“You don’t get to call me that anymore.” You had no clue where your iciness came from, but it wasn’t hard to assume it accumulated over the past two months of your engagement. The past two months where you were planning the wedding alone in your apartment’s kitchen with the company of a glass of wine while Chan is out every night getting shit-faced with who knows who?

“Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” he pleaded, trailing behind you to the shared bedroom. You replied with silence, keeping your pace steady and your face still. You knew if you spoke, your voice would’ve wavered. “Y/N?”

God, he sounded so broken and confused. It took your all not to spin around and wrap your arms around him like everything was okay. But it had been months of his lack of attention, affection (unless he was absolutely desperate), and affirmation. Your revelation had been when you were sitting on the living room floor, writing a song about him as a surprise present for him during the wedding. However, in your fit of brainstorming, it came to your realization he hasn’t told you he loved you since the engagement. He hasn’t sat down with you and helped with the planning. He hasn’t been home most nights to hold you in his arms at night. The sudden distant behaviour led you to thinking: maybe he didn’t want this at all. Maybe he didn’t want you at all.

You were in the bedroom now, and you grabbed the giant duffel bag you had packed earlier and spun around to leave as quickly as you could.

“You’re leaving me?” he asked, “Why are you leaving?” You pushed past him without a word, but he grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him. “Y/N, talk to me.”

“Let me go, Chan.” God, you were too tired to drag this out any longer.

“Not until you tell me what the hell is going on!” Chan spat back.

“I’m leaving you! That’s what’s ‘going on!’ I’m finally doing what’s right for me and leaving your sorry ass behind!” you screamed.

“What the hell did I do?” He was getting angrier now. “I just got home, and you’re already being a pissy little bitch!”

Your glare hardened at his last word. “Really now? You’re calling me a ‘bitch?’ Maybe I have a reason to be one,” you got right up into his face, “considering you’ve been an awful fiance for the past two months! You haven’t helped with any of the planning! You have barely been home at all lately! And we haven’t had a proper conversation in ages! I’m so tired of being strung along and left out to dry!”

“Maybe if you weren’t nagging me all the damn time, I’d stay home! Don’t you know how annoying it gets when I get home from the studio and the first thing I hear is your fucking voice telling me to pick out a goddamn flower arrangement?” he seethed, “If I knew you were this annoying, I would’ve never proposed.”

You had kept your indignant stare trained on his face the entire time, but at that last sentence you tore your gaze away and pulled your arm out of his grasp. “Would’ve never proposed, huh?” you parroted humorlessly, trying to smother down the lump forming in your throat and the tears swelling in your eyes. “Yeah, I wish you never did too.” You turned away to hide the tears slowly streaming down your cheeks and just started walking away.

“Wait, Y/N, songbird, I didn’t mean that,” Chan said, following after you, “You know that I love you.”

You spun around quickly and sent him a spurned look. “Do I? When was the last time you told me you loved me? When was the last time you held me? When was the last time you helped me? You don’t love me. You probably,” you choked up, “never did.”

“No, Y/N, I swear, I swear to God, I love you. I promise you I’ll be better,” he begged.

“Can you tell me that tomorrow when you’re sober?” you asked wryly. Chan just looked at you pleadingly, practically begging you to stay. “I’m done being another body that keeps you warm at night. Goodbye, Chan.” And just like that, you were out of his life.

You blinked back the tears that crept up and began putting back on your “Somni” mask, smiling brightly and cheerfully at everyone. Jaime and some of your other artist friends were lost to the beat, dancing away the night in the middle of the room. You were a solid two steps away from joining them before halting when you made eye contact with Chan. He was still dressed in that ridiculously fitted white button-up, and his hair had become messier, with strands falling down to grace his face. He was dancing with some girl; his hands on her waist as she kept her back firmly pressed against his chest, but his eyes were trained on you. If it was past-you in present-you’s position, you would’ve probably ran out of the room trying not to let tears spring from your eyes. But this is present-you, the one who spent a year healing and coming out of the wreckage stronger. You gave him a brief smile before turning away and walking towards the exit. “I think I’m done for the night,” you thought to yourself, “That’s enough excitement for a day.”

Chan woke up again to a cold bed. He groggily turned onto his side and glared at the bright red numbers that told him he was, once again, late to a meeting with management. “Great,” he said, falling back onto his back, “I couldn’t get any last night. I ran into my ex. And now I’m fucking late to a meeting.” The day hasn’t even started yet, and it’s already the worst day of his life. He grumbled and groaned some more before getting out of bed and stumbling to the drawer to find a clean shirt and pair of jeans. “When the fuck were you so soft, Chan?” he asked himself while digging around for socks. He would’ve usually never be affected like shit like this, but ever since you released that song he hasn’t been able to think of anyone but you. Every single girl he tried to bring back to his place ended in absolutely nothing because you keep plaguing his mind. Every single radio station he goes to ends up playing your song. And now his band’s highest selling single is the song he wrote about you. It was like he could never escape, and he was so fucking tired of it.

“Glad you could join us, Chan,” his manager said sarcastically.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “long night.” His bandmates looked at him sympathetically; almost everyone could tell Somni’s latest album was affecting him more than he’d want to let on.

“Anyways, we’ve generated such a good buzz around the upcoming album with all this ‘ex-lovers’ gossip, the company thought it’d be good to accept an offer for a special interview on Amber’s talk show,” the manager started cautiously.

“What kind of interview?” Chan asked.

“With you and Somni.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Chan seethed. “We’re ancient history! The public wouldn’t have cared this much if she didn’t release that stupid song and name-drop me.”

“But they care now, and bottom line, everyone knows you wrote ‘Moving Along’ about her. Do this interview and you boys are projected to break the Top 10 of album sales for 2018.”

“So we’re exploiting me for album sales?” Chan sneered.

“You signed up for this life, rock star. Don’t tell me you’re backing down because of some girl? Thought the two of you were ancient history?”

Chan studied his manager hard before gruffly agreeing to the interview, “If it gets you off my case.”

“So this isn’t awkward at all right?” Amber asked midway through the interview. You politely waved off her worry even though you could practically cut the tension between you and Chan with a knife. “Awesome,” she exclaimed, “Now let’s get to the juicy stuff. How did the two of you meet? Considering both of you are so freaking famous, how did no one know about this relationship???”

“Simple,” Chan plastered on his “rock star” persona quickly, leaning into the leather couch and easily placing his arm behind your head, “We figured out how to avoid the press after all of our years in the spotlight. Plus, it wasn’t hard for me to approach her; she was this bright-eyed, newly debuted pop princess completely left alone at an after party bar. I figured I might as well grace her with my company and from there it’s history.”

If he can put on his persona, I can too.

“If I remember correctly, I told you to buzz off when you offered to buy me a drink,” you said with a quirked eyebrow. The audience ooh’d at that, completely drinking up your newfound HBIC attitude.

“Looks like our pop princess is gone,” Amber joked, riling up the audience a bit more.

“But then you took a complete 180 when you ran into me tipsy into the alleyway outside the club,” Chan retorted, a playful smirk gracing his features.

Before you could stop yourself, you softly smiled at the memory and agreed. Chan was 100% taken aback by your change in demeanor. The queen-esque Somni facade was replaced by the Y/N he remembered waking up to every morning. If he wasn’t on camera right now, he would’ve definitely melted.

The moment was interrupted by Amber. “Wait, what happened? Y’all can’t leave us hanging like that!”

The soft expression left your face as quickly as it came and you settled back into your camera-self. “You know I don’t kiss and tell, Ambs,” you teased, “And I hope Chan here knows better and doesn’t either!” The audience laughed at your jest.

“Fine, but you can’t spend this entire time not giving us anything!”

“I can’t believe you told them the kitten story!” Chan exclaimed as the two of you lounged in the break room.

“What? They wanted some sort of tea, so I gave them an adorable story about the time you tried to ‘save’ a ‘stray,’ and it turned out you catnapped our neighbour’s cat!” You broke out into giggles at the memory of it all. All the tension between the two of you eased away somehow throughout the interview, and here you were now, sitting on the break room couch waiting for your ride while sharing memories with your ex-fiance.

“Okay, how was I supposed to know Benjamin already had an owner? He didn’t have a collar on him!”

“You can’t call the kitten Benjamin, Chan. It’s name was Spot, and we ran into it every day when Mr. Jameson went outside to collect the mail with the kitten trailing behind him.”

“Fine! I admit I just wanted a pet,” he said with a pout. Laughter fills the air, and it seemed like the clock had been turned back, like it was you and Chan on your couch at 3am sharing stories with each other. A comfortable silence falls upon the two of you.

“Do you miss this sometimes?” he asked out of the blue. You were taken aback by how serious he sounded.

“Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I miss this.” He said it so nonchalantly that you almost missed it.

“Why would you?” you teased, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Because I love you.”

You didn’t know how to process that confession. You didn’t know how to respond to that confession. Hell, you didn’t even know he had it in him to drop that confession. You awkwardly chuckled, trying to diffuse the sudden surge of emotions running in your mind, “C’mon, you never really loved me, Chan. It’s all the media stuff getting to your head.” You tried waving it off while also trying to ward off the sudden heat rising to your cheeks.

“No, Y/N, I do love you. I loved you then, and I was an asshat for never telling you. But I was an idiot then who had no idea what love was. I hopped from girl to girl every single night until I met you. I dropped on one knee so fast and you said yes, and that’s when I realized that I was in no way shape or form good enough for you, and instead of facing it and trying to become better for you, I ran away and drove away the best goddamn thing that has ever happened to me. And I’m so fucking sorry for what my drunkass self said to you that night because it never said what I really wanted to say, ‘Stay. I’m sorry. I love you. Forgive me.’’

The air was getting heavier and you found it getting difficult to breath.

“But I swear, Y/N, on my heart, on my guitar, on my band, I love you, and I’m so sorry for not being the man you deserved.”

And that was when the dam opened. You just started bawling. It was like every single ounce of pain and sadness you bottled up after that break up, every ounce you poured into your music so you could pretend to be strong and move on, came rushing out. In your tears, you didn’t notice when Chan wrapped his arms around you. Taken over by muscle memory, you burrowed your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around his torso. He ran his fingers through your hair and rubbed your back reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m sorry for always making you cry, but I’ll be here for you now. I swear.”

Even then, with him comforting you and speaking so genuinely to you, you didn’t know what to make of the situation. Should you shut this down now or risk crushing your heart again just to give him a second chance? Chan took notice of your sudden stillness.

“Y/N? You alright?” He pulled himself away from you to study your face. “Y/N?”

“Chan,” you whispered, “I-” With a surge of stupid impulse, you grabbed Chan by the shirt and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips harshly against his. Like many times before, Chan’s hands find themselves gripping onto your waist before pulling you onto his lap. All caution was thrown to the wind when your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging at the strand slightly whenever you found him pulling back. “Babe, give me more,” you mumbled, pressing yourself even closer to him.

“Wait, Y/N, maybe we should-”

“Please, Chan? Please?” you begged, peppering kissing down his neck, “Just this once?”

At the sound of your whine, Chan flips you onto the couch, so he’s hovering above you. “Who said anything about ‘once?’”

asjdfkl so yeah, thoughts on a part 2??????? I kinda wanted to flesh out more of their backstory and maybe see what happens next?? and kinda wanted to delve in further into the other exes but then i realized it would’ve been wayyyyyyy too much and i apologize for all the freakishly long fics i write OTL also lmk if you know what skz in this fic sings bc yall a real one if yall do !!!

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Model/photographer fic with the pairing of your choice. Bone points if its a rare pair because they deserve more attention.

you’re absolutely right!!! ah, but i read it wrong and accidentally made it a makeup artist and not a photographer ;~; i made a model/photographer au for jeankasa that you can read here~

Not Meant to Be

MaruMina. Celebrity AU. 

1866 words. 

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Mina has never understood the hype around celebrities and hadn’t understood the concept of being completely starstruck by someone until today. It’s not that she doesn’t keep up with pop culture - actors, actresses, singers, and models - or has a complete disinterest in it because she does. After all, it wouldn’t make sense for her to remain in the dark about celebrity culture when she works at Rosé, one of the most well-known beauty and fashion magazines that oftentimes feature these celebrated idols. Of course, she’s never gotten a big head from working here. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. She’s had more than her fair share of rude encounters with pompous pop stars and arrogant actors - she recalls just last week an action star had her run out to buy him an iced coffee despite the fact that she needed to do his make-up for the shoot - and had even more instances where the stars had ignored her completely. These experiences haven’t made her bitter, but they have made her more or less indifferent to these many stars, and she doesn’t expect anything much from them anymore. If she’s learned anything from working with stars, it’s that they’re human just like anyone else. Except, perhaps, Marco Bodt.

Admittedly, Mina hadn’t been aware of his name until about a year ago despite the fact that the young actor had made his film debut when he was a teenager. He had been cast in many period pieces, but he had only gained recognition recently after playing a young detective in an action-thriller that had recently won him an Academy Award. It seems that now that he has gained fame, people - fangirls, especially - have realized just how handsome and talented he is, flocking to every movie he’s starred in, including a romantic comedy released just last week where Marco Bodt plays a frazzled salaryman with no time for love. Now, magazines like Rosé are clambering to have the actor’s freckled face grace their glossy covers.

The entire building had been abuzz when they had heard that Marco Bodt would be visiting for a photoshoot. Many discussed the possibility of getting an autograph or photo of the actor while others just whispered dreamily about this lucky chance to see the actor up close. Mina, however, did not participate in these idle conversations, choosing instead to focus on mentally preparing herself for this upcoming photoshoot. At best, Marco Bodt will cooperate with the artists and photographers involved and everyone will go home happy. At worst, he’ll be an absolute demon and the photoshoot will take several days instead of a few hours. She’s had too many bad experiences to expect the former, though. Admittedly, Mina probably shouldn’t be so harsh when it comes to judging celebrities. After all, it must be difficult for them to be constantly hounded by paparazzi, and she’s sure that the constant exposure is sure to wear them down eventually. Although, Mina thinks amusedly, one would think they’d have fewer problems with all the money they have. It is, however, this exact cynicism towards celebrities that causes her to become surprised upon meeting Marco Bodt, and she thinks that she has inadequately prepared for their meeting after she’s introduced to him.

“Mina Carolina?” The make-up artist looks up at the sound of her name and is surprised to see Marco Bodt in the flesh, standing in front of her with a box of donuts in his arms. On his face he wears a beaming smile that is just as bright as the one he had worn on the red carpet just a week before. She had been certain that his smile, like most smiles that celebrities wore at those events, was just for show, but up close she sees nothing disingenuous about it. When she meets his gaze, his smile seems to grow even larger, and he lifts the box of donuts out towards her. “I heard that we were working together today, so I bought you and your team some donuts. I figured it’s the least I could do since you guys are going to be working so hard today. Compared to everyone else, I’m pretty much doing nothing.”

It’s probably the first time anyone has ever given her a thank-you gift. The most she ever gets is a card, although those cards are usually addressed to the chief photographer. Usually, she and the other employees that worked behind the curtain were completely forgotten as soon as the photoshoot was over. The kind gesture surprises her so much that she doesn’t realize she’s been staring for a while until she notices the actor shifting awkwardly in front of her. Mina quickly clears her throat and gestures for Marco to sit down in her studio.

“Thank you, Mr. Bodt,” she says, taking the box of donuts from his hands and passing it to one of her coworkers to set on a nearby table. She gestures over to an intern, who hurriedly fetches Mina the make-up palette and brushes that were decided upon for today’s shoot. “You’re far too kind. It’s already enough that you’ve shown up.”

“It’s alright for you to call me Marco,” he tells her with a laugh. He’s silent for a moment, watching as Mina pours a dab of moisturizer on her fingers to apply on the actor’s face. “It really is you who is doing all the hard work. I’m just here to sit and take pictures … although it’s my first time modeling for a magazine as prestigious as Rosé. To tell you the truth, I’m kind of nervous. I would hate to mess this up for you guys.”

She’s sure that he’s only saying this to be nice, perhaps putting up the nice-boy facade that the public finds so appealing, but she’s surprised when she glances down at his hands and finds him gripping so tightly on the arms of his chair that his knuckles have turned white. Mina begins to think that perhaps she shouldn’t have assumed such cruel things about him. Even if he’s a celebrity, he’s a stranger to her and it’s not as if she knows his life.

After she finishes applying the foundation, Mina wipes her hands on a towel and reaches down to squeeze Marco’s hand lightly. “I’m sure you’ll do fine,” she tells him with an encouraging smile. Her words must have calmed him down because he returns the smile, but it’s bashful this time. “After all, you’re in good hands.”

“I’ll leave it to you then,” he replies.

Generally, Mina doesn’t like it when her clients try to converse with her while she’s applying their make-up. While she understands their need to fill up the silence, their moving jaws and tilting heads make it difficult for her to apply make-up properly. At times like these, she usually requests her clients to remain as silent as possible, but she finds that she doesn’t seem to mind it when Marco talks. As she converses with him, she finds that he’s far more relatable and easy to talk to compared to other celebrities. Rather than talking about himself and red carpet experiences that others can never connect to, Marco asks more about Mina and her experiences in the make-up industry, sometimes even speaking with the other artists and interns in the studio so that nobody feels left out. There are a few times where she requests that he pauses for a moment so that she can apply foundation properly, and he clamps his mouth shut immediately with an apologetic look on his face, but Mina always finds herself asking him another question so that she can get him talking again.

She finds him absolutely stunning when he speaks, and she’s grateful to be able to observe him up close as he talks. His strong jawline is even more prominent when she’s within inches of him, and she makes sure to highlight it as she goes about applying make-up. She does the same with his freckles, taking care not to cover up the golden spots sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. Above all, though, Mina finds that the natural upward curl of his lips - this hint of a smile - to be his best feature, and she’s certain that it will come in handy during the photoshoot.

Mina had never really seen the hype around Marco until meeting him. After seeing his movie, she did have to admit that the man was talented, but she still didn’t know why he had so many admirers or why they had put him on such a high pedestal. Now that she’s spoken with him, she understands their feelings completely. He’s more than just a Hollywood star with a nice-guy-next-door persona - he’s the real deal. Despite his fame, he remains humble and genuine, and Mina must confess that she’s swooning a bit after meeting the star. She didn’t really have any plans to check out the romantic comedy he starred in, but perhaps she should make time for it sometime this week.

The minutes fly by and Mina finds herself spending more time on Marco than she had originally intended. Instead of working as quickly as possible, she finds herself applying blush and concealer as slowly as possible, hoping to drag out the time they can spend together. She wonders if he notices at all. Before she knows it, it’s already thirty minutes have passed since the time Marco was scheduled to arrive at the photographer’s studio downstairs, and an under-paid intern has burst through the door, breathless and with her hair in total disarray, begging for Mina to finish up so that the photographer can get some shots in.

“Is it that time already?” Mina asks, surprised. A flush of pink creeps across her cheeks, and she wonders what on earth has gotten into her to cause her to waste all her precious time. “I’m terribly sorry. I’m just about done. Please wait a moment and we’ll be down there in a minute.” She apologizes again, this time to Marco, but the actor only shakes his head.

“You’re doing a great job. You’re only taking a long time because you want it to be perfect,” he tells her, but he’s only half-right.

In the end, they both go down to the photographer’s studio - Marco to model and Mina to make any necessary touch-ups in between shots. It’s the most interested in a photoshoot she’s been. She admires how Marco’s skin glows brilliantly underneath the bright studio lights and how poised he is despite the nervousness he had confessed to feeling earlier. He does brilliantly in every pose - brooding, thoughtful, angst-ridden, pensive - but she thinks he’s the most breathtaking when he turns to the camera, a smile on her face. Just seeing his lips curl upwards in that familiar expression is enough to make her hold her breath. She knows that this is a photoshoot, that he is meant to stare straight at the camera so that those who purchase the magazine can pretend that he’s looking straight at them, but she wishes just for a moment that he would look at her and only her. But she knows he never will.

[littlestoriesforall]

Sebastian Stan: Almond Milk Ice Coffee And Croissant Imagine

Sebastian was starstrucked by the girl in front of him ordering her coffee. “One almond milk ice coffee and a croissant” she smiled completely ignoring the actor beside her as they both ordered from separate cashiers. “Sir?” The cashier repeated about three times before he got out of his trance. “Sorry um...I would like an almond milk ice coffee and a croissant” he repeated completely forgetting that he heard that same order from the woman. The girl walked over to the waiting area for her order as Sebastian paid for his. “Just wait over there and we’ll call your name” the cashier stated which he nodded.

He focused his gaze on the woman who had long black hair in a high ponytail and her tan skin glisten by what he thought was sweat but really it was a highlighter. “She really can make sweating hot” Sebastian thought to himself. As he was about to talk to the stranger he was cut off by arms wrapped around him which startled him. “Sebby!” his girlfriend shrieked as he jerked his head to her direction. He was greeted by a pair of blue eyes and familiar smile. 

The woman glanced at Sebastian and his girlfriend before looking back at her phone. “Did you order me anything?” she asked, Sebastian, shrugged. The barista called out the order. “One almond milk ice coffee and croissant” she yelled as Sebastian and the girl walked over. Their hands reached over to the order and touched. They looked back at each other confused. “Guess we ordered the same thing” she smiled which caused him to smile from how beautiful he thought her smile was. “I guess we did but who ordered first?” Sebastian asked raising his eyebrow. She scrunched her nose at him with a smile. “Well the evidence is in the receipt” she stated as she held up the receipt. He took his out and handed it to her as she took her pen out. “Guess it's my order tough” she smirked before she scribbled something on his receipt. 

“Darn it well its fair and square, have fun with that” he joked which caused her to giggle before looking at the ground. Her phone buzzed which caused her to quickly look at it. “Well have fun waiting on your order,” she said as she grabbed her food. She handed his receipt back before walking off. Sebastian glanced at the receipt and noticed she wrote her name and number.

[benmic98-blog]

LAST MINUTE INSPO FROM A SNEAK PEEK INTO CELEBRITY HALLOWEEN COSTUMES 2019

Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet, Give Me Something Good to Eat! Soon there will Halloween parties in full swing, pumpkins lining the streets and masses of trick or treaters on a serious scrape to secure as many sweets as possible at midnight. It’s that time of the year when you fancy channeling your inner Rihanna or Halsey or any fictional a character like Shrek or Lego Batman or any celebrity to create a spotlight-stealing look. Many choose to pay homage to their idols this spooktacular season and as the season has already kicked started with a bang, you might be at the hunt for a last-minute Halloween costume inspiration from the A-list set, spending hours to create the iconic looks this Halloween, all hail to the early festivities that have begun with our stars flaunting their Halloween looks setting the bar high again this year leaving behind costume inspiration for many. If you are a die-hard Halsey fan like me, plenty of choices to channel your Halsey are open; from Met Gala, Victoria Secret’s fashion show to American Music Awards and New York Fashion week Halsey could be your go-to Halsey costume for the Halloween party.

From Cruella de Vil to the tooth fairy you might have experimented with all kinds of looks from spooky to sweet all your life and this year what will be your spin this year is giving you serious trouble. Just Eat, Drink & Be Scary.

2018 didn’t fail to disappoint the celebrity high bar for Halloween costumes with some of the most outrageous, funny and confusing costumes, from the barely recognizable (Rita Ora as Post Malone, anyone?) to the downright uncanny, one can recreate the previous year’s head-turners as this Halloween's spooky and glamorous ensemble with DIY. From the most hyped costumes from the last year Halloween that took Instagram and twitters with amaze and gaze was the Jessica Biel, Justin Timberlake, and Silas Randall Timberlake as Lego Batman characters, Chrissy Teigen and John Legend as Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Charles, the great Kardashians always making up to the highlights with fancy yet controversial stories, Kourtney Kardashian, Kim Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Kendall Jenner, and Khloe Kardashian as Victoria's Secret Angels, Heidi Klum as Princess Fiona from Shrek, the millionaire whose Insta stories are always extravagant and stays at the top of social media hype, Kylie Jenner as Barbie and Beyoncé as Toni Braxton. When we talk about the most spine-chilling Halloween outfits we can’t just get over Heidi Klum's remarkable Jessica Rabbit in 2015 (which took nine hours of groundwork to complete the prosthetics), or Lady Gaga as a terrifying Edward Scissorhands in 2017 and the list goes on and on, for Halloween is the most sought social event in the celebrity calendar where their costume ideas are mandatory to prove as the crowd-pleasers.

Among the early Halloween feels, Dance with the Stars take the lead in giving us those creepy looks by going full zombie during Halloween night on Monday with a spooky opening number set to Billie Eilish’s Bad Guy. With the insane moves and crazy costumes donned with dreadful makeup to turn the ballroom floor into a creepier zombie world, the stars and the professional dancers are giving me chills down the spine.

https://youtu.be/h8ZYLlNZEMw

Some creepy costume inspirations are ready to be added to the Halloween mood board from the early Halloween festivity in Los Angeles hosted by Rande Gerber and George  Clooney, the annual Casamigos the party had the starry guest list who donned their crazy costumes as the homage to classical idols or recreated the looks from their past events. All of this flooded twitter and their Instagram before the arrival of the big day. The social-media worthy clobber for the annual Casamigos party is listed below.

HALSEY: MARILYN MANSON

Halsey deserves all the applaud and the limelight, biased? Probably yes but the fandom of Halsey provokes such instinct in me and if I were to hand over the best celebrity costume award, Its Halsey and Halsey every time, every year and every event. Halsey this year didn't fail to disappoint and channeled inner goth rocker Marilyn Manson while she announces her relationship with actor Evan Peters on the Halloween bash in Los Angeles. Fiery redhead and a latex leotard was Halsey in the complete Halloween Spirit, spooktacularly-sexy.

Halsey and Evan Peter are giving us some real relationship goals or they chose to confirm their love by costume coordination, Polka dots giving nostalgia of the '70s. They donned the look at starry American Horror Story 100th Episode Celebration kicked off in California.

KYLIE JENNER – FLAUNTS HALLOWEEN LOOK AS MADONNA

Black is always a killer and Kylie Jenner totally slayed the look with blood-stained red lipstick and blondes to create the Madonna look in a now-iconic kiss at the 2003 VMAs. The makeup-mogul paid homage to the pop culture by pairing with her friend Stassie Karanikolaou to recreate Britney Spear. How cool is that?

Like mother is the daughter, all glammed up in the Jenner’s met gala ensemble look. Stormi Webster was a miniature version of Kylie at the Met Gala, with the same lavender dress and purple hair. She totally was a little cute fella.

HEIDI KLUM – TOOK THE RED CARPET WITH GLITZ AND GLLITTERZ

Her spectacular look made me utter “All that Glitters is just Gold!” The model dipped in glitter dazzled like a neon firework with green and other neon-colored glitters sprayed generously. That would be an understatement though as both husband and wife took the theme of fireworks to take Instagram like always to satiate the fandom every Halloween. But this is not the finale to the Halloween spook; a lot of creative prosthetics has been put to pull off this year’s costume for her iconic party.

DEMI LOVATO - MARIE ANTOINETTE

In round 1, Demi was shining in the ensemble by her glam team, Etienne Ortega and Paul Norton. She is the crown-winner just in round 1, the slayer has dressed like French aristocrat Marie Antoinette with a low-cleavage corseted frock, taking us back to the 18th century. The star-studded eyes with heavily-powered makeup and a high-bun is worth the applaud.

The second round brought forward the clown look of the singer, red-nosed and ginger head with complementing fierce red lens and pom-pom frock is another slayer and winner.

JESSICA BIEL - SARTORIAL TRIBUTE TO THE JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE NYSNC DAYS

When Jessica Biel dared to confess on air that she knows nothing about NSYNC songs, this is what it turned out as Jessica's costume for Halloween. In a metallic boiler suit with a curly wig and '90s sunglasses, Jessica paid homage to his husband's boy-band days.

UK celebs have been hitting hard to get into the game and giving tough competition to their US counterparts with hilarious costumes for the big day. The KISS Haunted House Party was another peak-into a place for getting costume inspo. Many of the stars that were performing in the KISS Haunted House Party took the stage with some incredible costumes; Four of diamonds rocked the recreation look of Bratz dolls with their infamous big eyes and face paint to complete the look. The Joker look was much expected after the acclaimed success of the movie, Cetinay was all Joker ready in red suit and clown painted face. Latex seemed more of a trend this Halloween in the celebs, after Hasley, Henderson was seen in black and orange latex with devil horns and blood dripping from the eyes, orange glitter blood to be specific.

Get your Halloween party shoes on and get running with the last minute DIY costume ideas. Slay the look completely. Happy Haunting!

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[skizmin]

haunted house!au with lee minho

prompt: minho falls in love with the actor that jump scared him inside the haunted house at a carnival

genre: fluff???? would it be anything else???? in my happy angst-makes-me-cry household???? pfft.

for: im sorry this one is lightly gender specific for females!! but the only female not made is about dressing as wendy for a costume party which some of my male readers might be uncomfortable with!! (i didnt even think abt it when writing it bc me and one of my guy friends have respectively gone as peter and wendy to costume parties)

warnings: gore mention stuff but its haunted house costumes, swearing ofc but nothing extreme (no slurs).

yo anyway so minhos one of my three ults wowzas Can He Not?

alright lets get to it

You Are Broke.

your major subject at uni really does cost a lot of money. money you have to provide. it sucks basically

whenever you think abt money you have to hold back tears bc You Have None.

:(((((

sorry anyway

one of your housemates is also broke and loves scouring the internet for quick and easy ways to get money, no matter how crazy they are

one night she comes back with an idea that peaks your interest, probably purely bc your card just got declined ordering a coffee at mcdonalds

“y/n you HAVE to do this one!!!!!”

you sigh like “if its selling my sub topic notes online again, im not doing it. i didnt even know someone could be so harsh about highlighter use???”

your housemate is all pfft im not putting you thru that again

“no!! basically, you get $80 to show up for 2 and 1/2 hours at the haunted house place at that carnival nearby!! dude we gotta, its just to scare the fuck outta people and we can like!! cover ourselves in blood!! n stuff!!”

at first your mind was like lmfao 2&1/2 hours at a haunted house?? no fuckin way

but then you remembered your job only paid you $14.78 an hour so you were doubling your pay in half the amount of time

“when?”

“20 minutes, get out a creepy white dress or something that looks creepy that you can get dirty.”

you fricken ran to your room

you ended up getting a cheap nightgown that you bought to dress up as wendy from peter pan to a costume party, it cost like $2 you really werent sad to see it go

“y/n!! hurry up!! they have makeup there!!”

you bolted out the front door in your nightgown, runners and a big coat with nothing but your wallet phone and keys in your pocket

you were really broke and desperate, youd already accepted it

when you got to the carnival you were in awe, it had been a fair few years since your last one and the colours and lights and pounding music and laughter just

wow, carnivals are so pretty

the guy running the haunted house came in and let you guys in so you didnt pay admission and quickly sat you down at some tables and told you you could do the makeup yourself or got someone else to

you, feeling daring and thinking fuck it, im gonna make the haunted house goers shit their pants, decided to do your own makeup

to pair with your blue nightgown you simply gave yourself extremely dark and sullen eyes with the power of purple eyeshadow, you paled out your lips and gave yourself a lil nosebleed, and on top of that you painted a random creepy looking symbol on your forehead in blood, blackening it our a little with an eyeliner pen to make it seem like it was cut open.

you were lowkey proud of your work

okay now it was show time, you were briefed on where in the house you could stay and you were told how to act and basic rules (no touching, get help if theyre freaking out too much, etc)

so now, you were in the dimly lit narrow hallways of this makeshift house when you heard the tell tale screams of your housemate meaning theres a group coming and theyd just attempted to jump scare them

you hid behind a black sheet, disguised as a wall, before your victims came up through your hallway

you heard some talk of “felix you know its fake, calm down.” before you saw some shadows pass by

the group was big, maybe 10 people? you werent sure, but you went forward with your plan anyway

just after theyd passed your hiding place, you stepped out from behind them and stood idly and innocently in the centre of the corridor before you put your head down and started whistling a nursery rhyme

you heard a few gasps and a few squeaks before you looked up with an unreadable expression

you saw them looking at you and some of the guys ushered some of the others away though one guy stood there looking at you strangely

you just tilted your head at him before taking your OPERATION: SCARE mission a step farther

bringing your hands up to your ears you let out a ear piercing scream and squeezed your eyes shut before running through the group and turning the corner at the end of the small corridor

you heard a soft what the fuck was that and a less soft language! before you turned and waited for them to turn the corner

as they were walking up the corridor however (theyd resolved to moving with just shuffles of their feet) you heard a new voice speak up. it was somewhat playful and honeydew like, especially with the phrase “not gonna lie, they were really fucking pretty.” which was followed by a chorus of “miNHO”’s and “thIs iS NoT The TiME bUddY” and “i think felix is crying”

you were taken aback

did he mean that? was that the one looking at you earlier? what the frick?

you were still blanking out, completely flabbergasted even when the group turned the corner

of course, you were unprepared, you planned to scream a loud “GET OUT!” to them but all that left your mouth was a squeak as you met eyes with the stranger again, red flushing up your neck

you ran away quickly, ducking into one of the rooms dressed up to look like a metal asylum holding centre

“hyung wtf theyre the scariest one yet”

“you guys go ahead, ill be there in a second”

“hyuNG YOURE GONNA GET KILLED DONT YOU WATCH HORROR MOVIES YOU NEVER SPLIT UP!”

“let go jisungie, hyunjins looking at you like you disgust him right now”

a chorus of laughs echoed through the hall

why was honeydew voice not going ahead?

your cheeks were still kinda red as you waited, listening for the male to go away

you slowly inched towards the doorway of the small room you were in, the flashing light behind you somewhat hindering your senses as you peeked through the shredded and knotted white sheet hanging from the top of the doorway but you couldnt see anyo-

“BOO!” “HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK” you scReAmed and jumped backwards, only to hear some cakcling from behind the sheet where the boy from earlier had appeared

“WHAT THE HECK KNUCKLES DUDE!”

“heck knuckles?”

“DONT JUDGE ME MY HEART IS BEATING A MILLION MILES PER HOUR RIGHT NOW”

“hmm? really?” you looked up to see the boy smirking playfully at you. 

he looks like a cat

“aH yeAh??? you just scared the crap out of me!!!1!1!!!” you huffed, amused by him behaviour. you heartbeat still hadnt calmed down

“oh? you sure it wasnt just from looking at me?” he leaned in slightly, making the question seem innocent

“mmhm, youre that ugly that i flew halfway across a room.” though the comment was monotonous and you had a bored look in your eyes, it was purely for bantering

“nice try pumpkin, nice try. anyway, when do you finish with the whole im an ugly ghost coming to kill you thing? youre terrible at it by the way.”

your breath hitched and a blush came up your neck

“o-okay listen here, uh, boy! 1, i am Not a Pumpkin. 2, i dont know you. 3, im fucking amazing at this ask your friends and 4, i dont know you” you awkwardly coughed at the end

he furrowed his eyebrows at you “its minho, and the whole point is i want to get to know you.” he beamed at you after this

you felt lightheaded honestly, it was all happening very quickly under weird circumstances

but still, you muttered back to him a soft “i get off at 10:30″

he smiled wider, triumphantly, “10:30?”

you nodded and he took a couple of steps back, out of the room

“see you then i guess!” at this, he winked, before he jogged off to find his friends

you fell back against a wal

lwhat the frick frack paddy whack just happened?

you sighed, hearing the screeching and slam of a metal door, knowing you had to get back to scaring others

like,,, @ 10:33

you had all your stuff and you were walking out from behind the haunted house set up, waiting for your housemate

you honestly didnt think youd see minho. no guy is that persistent, right?

wrong.

“h-hey!!! demon child person!!!” you looked up at this

who the fuck just called me demon child person 

you saw him and holy shit

the haunted house was dark with red lighting in some places and flashing blinding white lights in others, you saw minho and you saw what he looked like, but wow, he was so much clearer now

he was absolutely gorgeous

the carnival lights against his tan skin, his dark hair, his skinny black jeans and big parka coat? you were absolutely mesmerised

suddenly you realised you were staring and he was standing right in front of you

“o-oh, uh, hi?” you could already feel the red on your cheeks

“mm, hey, wanna hang out for a bit?” he smiled at you, you saw a tinge of red on his nose from the cold

“oh, actually i uh, i came with my housemate and-”

“anD THEY’D LOVE TO GO!!” 

suddenly your housemate was next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and telling you to get home safely and asking you to not be too loud before shes nudging you closer to the attractive minho boy and speed walking off

“i gotta say, i like your housemate” minho looked to you with a wide smile. “should we get you some food first?”

you offered him a meek smile and shyly nodded. which he laughed at

“alright then, lets go!” he gripped you lightly by the elbow and led you through the crowd, passing some speedy and tall and colourful rides. you decided to speak up.

“sooo... after you get food, whatd you wanna do?” minho made a contemplating sound before simply saying “i dont mind, i just want to get to know you.”

oh

“uh, okay then, well uh, what do you wanna know?” “to be honest, a name would be great.” minho laughed goodheartedly, you saw the apples of his cheeks rise up and his nose scrunching slightly

“oH! riGht! im uh, im y/n”

this time he turned to you “y/n?” you nodded. “thats a pretty name, it matches you.”

you turned away mumbling a thanks before you realised he’d called you pretty

“woAh wait whAt??? do you?? have no shame??”

this time he giggled

giggled

oh my god your heart practically stopped especially when he steered you to a table for the both of you to sit down

“y/n, i dont know if you noticed but i basically sorta asked you out like 2 hours ago while you were trying to scare me dressed as a demonic creepy child, a really fucking cute one at that, you need to teach me how to do that im in awe. but yeah and then now we’re here on a spontaneous first date which i have no clue what im doing for and i really dont know you at all apart from you act in a haunted house which is pretty interesting but you were just that pretty that i stayed behind in a haunted house to talk to you. now ask yourself again, does minho ever feel ashamed of his blatantly obvious attempts at flirting? the answer however is: when it comes to you? no, never.”

he was smiling proudly at his little monologue whilst you were catching flies in your open mouth

“you...are actually the cheesiest person ive ever fucking met.”

minho laughs once again.

“honestly, ill give you all the compliments in the world if it means youll give me your number or something, even the ones that arent true”

you leaned over the table and slapped his arm lightly, grumbling under your breath about fliritng getting you nowhere in life

he simply rested his elbow on the table and his cheek in his hand, gazing at you and asking you what food you wanted

you ended up being so strung in by his his gorgeous eyes and soft looking cheeks that he had to call your name 3 times and repeat the question

bonus:

after eating some gross junk food and watching the midnight fireworks, minho bought you both fairyfloss and insisted on walking you home saying “its what anyone in their right mind would do” 

you walked along, him explaining his fear of heights and you explaining your situation of brokeness where you take almost any opportunity available

along the way he slinked his fingers through yours and placed them in the pocket of his big parka coat, smiling at you as you ducked your head to look at the ground, where youd started kicking your feet out extra to distract yourself from the affectionate gesture and calm the burning of your cheeks

when you arrived at your house, you fought over who should eat the leftover fairy floss.

you viciously shoved it into his hand, 

“you paid for it and you walked me home even though its late and cold, you keep it.”

minho looked like he was going to fight back for a minute before his eyes lit up

“ill take it on one condition, i get to feed a piece to you.” he beamed at you and you looked at him confused and skeptic

“uhhh, okay i guess?”

he picked a piece off of the stick and held it in front of you, you opened your mouth for it and he placed it in

before it could melt and you could smile at him however, you felt his hand on your cheek and a hand on your lower back tugging you forward to rest his lips on yours, moving his lips against them a total of three times before pulling back

“i know i shouldve asked, but id buy you fairy floss every day if i got to do that once.”

you were a stuttering mess, your mind was fuzzy, you missed the feeling of him so close to you already

“uh-i, i um. wow uh yeah. uhhh, yeah no its fine i um,,,, i didnt mind it actually. wait no, i uh, i really liked it?”

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

minho is BEAMING OH MY GOD

biggest smile of the century goes to lee minho, born in 1998

youre so red it isnt funny and he just moves the hand that was on your cheek to loosely grab at your fingers

“mm, okay then y/n, maybe if you wash the fake blood off of your face and text me ill kiss you again, for as long as you want.”

if your face was red before

oh god

oh god

you squeaked and nodded as he chuckled, lightly kissing your cheek before backing away

“get some sleep y/n, and message me tomorrow.” with that, he was walking away, leaving you to enter your house and be greeted by a squealing housemate who had witnessed the whole thing

(you took minho up on that offer, and he did kiss you, and it was longer, and it was great until his friend chris walked into minhos living room and saw you both and started screaming about keeping it PG because there were (17 yr old) kids around.)

finish! hope you like it!!

[loquaciouseric]

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The Pretenders ~ wolf!au ~ 12,339

Pink Panther ~ hybrid!au, smut ~ 13k

The Act of Persuasion ~ When two critters arrive at his doorstep he didn’t know that they would cause a bear who marched to the rhythm of the ants realises there’s more to life walking in straight lines. However in order walk out of those lines he had to make a deal to save others and his two little ones, but at what cost? Then there’s me, the one who only sees in parallel. I walk in the footprints my parents have made in the path. What happens when my perspective changes because of a silly bear? ~ bear hybrid, actress, CEO, arranged Marriage, fluff, angst, single parent ~ 20.9k

off limits ~ you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse… ~  brother’s best friend au; smut, angst, fluff ~ 8 parts/82,795

show me ~ your friend Jin has a proposition for you that you can’t seem to refuse, no matter how hard you try. ~ smut, fluff, little angst ~ 14,138

what 2 do ~ what happens when the college roommate you thought was definitely going to be girl turns out to be the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever encountered in all your years of life? It’s a stupid misunderstanding on your part, but maybe, just maybe, it won’t be so bad after all… ~ smut, fluff, slight angst ~ 13,759

dimple ~ What’s the rule again? How many dates does it take for you have sex with a guy? Three? Five? Ten?! What if all this waiting and you can’t remember how to do it? It’s been so long since the last time you swear you’ve forgotten! You’re desperate, and that’s how you end up asking your roommate for help. Only trouble is, you get much more than you bargained for… ~ smut, comedy, slight angst, romance, slow burn, roommates/friends ~ 14,725

𝕄𝕚𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚

CARING IS CREEPY ❤  ~ ❛❛we hooked up last night even though i rarely do that kind of thing and now you’re cornering me in the cafe and oh god apparently you think i’m cute and want to go on a date this is not at all what i anticipated❜❜ (bad boy au; college au)

Conveniently  ~ Slice of life, Single Parent!Reader, Convenience Store Owner!Yoongi, lots of fluff, tiny bit of angst because I’m me and cannot be stopped, smut. ~ 22k.

Amor Vincit Omnia ~ Arranged Marriage Gang! AU . BTS Suga /Min Yoongi and OC . The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards. ~ Violence , Romance, Drama ~ 20 parts

a heart full of love ~ people say that actors are the most dramatic people in the world but those people haven’t met a certain min yoongi.{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au} ~ fluff, angst ~ 10k

annoying ✆ ~ enemies to lovers ~ 20 parts

COFFEE TASTE ❀ ~   As in what happens when you disturb your boyfriend late at night in his studio uninvited and try to lure him home. ~ 2963

UNDER CONSTRUCTION ✆ ~ In which y/n is just trying to figure out what to do with her life with the help from her (un)helpful friends ~ 50 parts

THE GALAXY IN OUR HEARTS ~  min yoongi has been raising his daughter on his own her entire life, convinced that he needs no one else apart from their family of two. you come along to change that. (single parent au) ~ 6.16k ~ fluff

ink petals ~ when Yoongi turns to your shop for drawing practice inspiration, neither of you could have forseen the way things unfold and just how deep you both would fall. ~ tattooartist!yoongi, florist!oc, smut, fluff, angst ~ 10.5k

All I Want for Christmas ~ singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!reader ~ 13k

aquiver ~ Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…  ~ smut ~ 8 parts 

Act On It ~ You learn that the cute barista you’ve been crushing on might have an…otherworldly disposition after you accidentally cut yourself. ~ college!au, coffee shop!au, vampire!au, Fluff, Angst, Smut ~ 15,639

Breakfast in Bed ~  “Min Yoongi, a grumpy Ikea employee, is wondering who you are and why exactly you’re sleeping in the display bed at his Ikea.” ~ ikea employee!au, smut, fluff, semi crack/humour ~ 12k

City Lights ~ Min Yoongi is the one man in your life who you love unconditionally, despite having ended your relationship a month prior. It’s not until you spot him at a nightclub do you realise that maybe it wasn’t a great idea to go out after all. ~ fluff, angst ~ 7.033

ivory paws ~ Winter time brings Christmas, and the snow outside brought you a stray cat. But your little companion is far more unique than meets the eye, and in a time of need, he becomes the biggest surprise and best holiday gift of them all. ~ shifter!yoongi, fluff, angst, smut ~ 8.8k

BASKETBALLCAPTAIN ~ 18.4k

keep the change ~ typically an old man works the night shift at Greg’s Place. however, it seems there’s a new cute guy working the register at night now. and it just so happens it’s finals week… ~ light humor, fluff, smut, cashier!yoongi ~  5.3k

Forever, We Are Young ~ A story in which everyone is a poor college kid, Min Yoongi is a pianist who never seems to sleep, and you are a plucky young art student with some eccentric friends. ~ pianist!yoongi x art student!reader (feat. photographer!taehyung), social media au, fluff, humor ~ 40 parts

hybrid!yoongi

THE SUGAR WARS  ~ Maybe tasting everything his soulmate eats wouldn’t be so bad if Yoongi’s soulmate didn’t have the largest sweet tooth Ever. Maybe you wouldn’t need to sweeten everything if he didn’t drink his coffee so bitter ~ soulmate!au ~ 5.3k

CEO!YOONGI ~  21k

MAYBE I’M A LITTLE DANGEROUS (MAYBE LOVE IS TOO) ~ RARE SOULMATE MARKS DON’T GUARANTEE THAT YOU FIND YOUR SOULMATE EASILY, AND WHEN YOUR SOULMATE IS THE HEAD OF A MAFIA, BEING TOGETHER WILL NEVER BE EASY EITHER… ~ mafia!au ~ 4.3k

At Your Service ~ Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his viscous guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you take ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you? ~ Fluff, Smut, Hybrid au ~ 10k

Sticky Honey ~ yoongi’s every day life with you is a gift, you’re his favourite human ~ smut, tattoo artist/vampire!yoongi ~ 6,907

Ink and Honey ~ yoongi has been around for centuries, he’s a tattoo artist when he meets you. he becomes completely, and utterly intoxicated with you ~ smut, tattoo artist, vampire!yoongi ~ 10,203

mastering ~ smut ~ 5,333

show off ~ smut, light fluff & angst ~ 6,044

ANDROID!YOONGI  ~  24k

a brush of silk ~  His lips curl around your around your neck, whispering, “I want slow today. You good with that, baby?”“You say that like you ever want anything else, old man,” you quip back, your voice a tad breathless. ~ smut, vampire au, idol au, supernatural au ~ 5.6k

Late Bloomer ~ wolf!au ~ 21,041

Kitten’s Little Flame ~ You (cat hybrid) have transferred to a new elementary school because your parents have moved towns. You start your new kindergarten class and meet other hybrids, but one special one catches your eye, Yoongi, the dragon hybrid. How will you manage this new environment? ~ fluff, slight angst, hybrid, children BTS ~ 6 parts

settle down ~ An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him… ~ smut, angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers ~ 14,930

INSEMINATION WARS P1 ~ getting pregnant isn’t an easy feat, especially when balancing work and a stubborn husband. a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making ~ 5k

INSEMINATION WARS P2 ~ after a winded six months of trying to get pregnant, you find yourself seeking help by means of sometimes ludicrous methods. or, part two of a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making. ~ 15k

INSEMINATION WARS P3 ~ as the first trial year dwindles to a close, things begin to settle. or, part three of a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making. ~ 18k

Please Be Naked ~ you find it’s easy to become addicted to a distraction… ~ smut, angst, rebound au ~ 8 parts

RULE OF THIRST ~ vampires were just folklore until yoongi became one. now he’s got only two emotions: you and hunger. and tonight, you let him feed off you. ~ vampire au ~ 12k

boy.girl ~ Boy. Girl. It’s as simple as that. Girl can’t get a good date—scrap that—girl can’t get a good lay, and boy is willing to help out with that… Friends with benefits seems the perfect solution, except for the fact, it’s not. It never is. Not when boy already has feelings for girl… ~ smut, slight angst, romance, friends with benefits au, roommate! yoongi ~ 14,139

Skin Deep ~ Tattoo artist!Reader AU. Friends to lovers, slow burn. Smut. ~ 10 parts

kitten ~  Yoongi’s focus on work has subjected your relationship to having a dry spell, and with a little prompting from your best friend, you tell him exactly what he should do. But you don’t make the rules kitten, and the game you’re choosing to play is a dangerous one. ~ smut ~ 11.4k

𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘 ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜

enigma ✆ ~ despite having two loud-mouth best friends and a confident older brother by her side, y/n has never been a very outgoing person.  however, just because she isn’t the most talkative person, doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a secret or two to share. ~ 36 parts

BLOOM ~ your soulmate’s first words to you will be burned into the skin of your wrist upon first meeting them. no one anticipated that yours would turn out to be a world famous rapper by the name of jung hoseok. ~ soulmate au, celebrity au, flower shop au, fluff, light angst ~ 1.8k

WITHOUT YOU (I CAN’T BREATH) ~ HOSEOK THINKS THAT HOME IS A PLACE YOU CAN PLOT ON A MAP. BUT HE REALIZES THAT LIVING BY HIMSELF IS LONELY. HE GETS A NEW PLACE AND PUTS OUT AN AD FOR A ROOMMATE- WHAT HE DOESN’T EXPECT IS YOU- SOMEONE WHO HAS NO KNOWLEDGE OF BTS- AND HE’LL DO ANYTHING TO KEEP IT THAT WAY.  ~ 3.4k

Night Stalker ~ Vampires are a thing of legend, and yet you find yourself being saved by a self-proclaimed vampire hunter. Only your saviour is half-vampire himself, and struggles with his base instincts. What happens when you get to know him more and feel an attraction you can’t help? ~ Angst, violence, smut, fluff ~ 17.6k

guarded hearts ~ when you fall on hard times while taking care of your daughter, and hoseok is there to help. ~ fluff/angst ~ 4 parts

Iridescence ~ he colours your life from day 1 ~ fluff, angst, soulmate!au ~ 7.2k

in the car ~ all you had was a dead car battery, you weren’t looking for romance, regardless if the charming mechanic had other ideas. You’ve heard stories that could put you off… Can he change your misconceptions, or will they prove correct after all…?  ~ smut, romance, slight angst, mechanic! hoseok, street racer! hoseok ~ 14,739

THE NIGHT SHIFT ~ working the graveyard shift means you’re exhausted by the time 9am comes around. lucky for you, 9am happens to be your neighbours’ favourite time for obnoxious sex. lucky for them, you’re always up for a challenge. shitty neighbours don’t always have to be a bad thing. ~ smut ~ 11k

𝕂𝕚𝕞 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟

Idol!Namjoon ✆ ~ With 7.6 billion people alive, does your soulmate really live around the corner? Namjoon meets you during his Italy trip and keeps in touch with you afterwards. Will your connection endure his lifestyle and the distance? ~ 25 parts

Oh, Baby ~ You wake up tied to a chair. This nice-looking blond haired guy says it’s because you have information he wants, but you have no idea what the hell he’s talking about. Why? Because he’s a bit of an idiot, that’s why. ~ Smut, mafia!au ~ 9 parts

BEAUTY & THE BOOKWORM ~  librarian!namjoon, university!au, fluff,angst,smut ~ 20.8k

BUTTERFINGERS ~ hybrid!au, teacher!au ~ 8.2k

Obligated ~  Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave. ~ arranged!marriage  ~ 6k

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕁𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟

Fuckboy!Jimin ✆ ~ College Friends to Lovers ~16 parts

FOREVER IS A LONG TIME ~ the benefits of being a psychic include understanding other people’s emotions, intuitively avoiding toxic people, and taking glimpses of the beautiful possible future. the drawbacks of being a psychic include knowing forever that park jimin will be the love of your life and spending years longing for him to finally show up. (psychic au) ~ fluff, very light angst, some implied sexual content ~ 7.84k

shades of wrong ~ In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned as your tutor for History of Magic. ~  fluff/smut; harry potter au word count: 17.321

Midday ~ jimin refuses to sleep, he wants to spend time with you and maybe today you’ll let that slide ~ fluff, light smut, punk/tattooed! jimin ~ 2,005 (3 more)

Star Light, Star Bright ~ Life has not gone exactly how Park Jimin imagined, and yet he can’t possibly imagine his life any different to what it is now. After six hard and stressful years, he’s now the happy owner of a degree along with being the proud dad of his little girl. But what happens when he meets you and his life is tipped upside down once more? ~ Fluff, smut, angst ~ 17.5k

Blooming Days ~  A typical night for you begins at the library in your favourite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever? ~ fluff, smut, angst & humour ~ 15.390

turbulence ~ On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else. ~ smut ~ 9.3k

accelerate ~ Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger. ~ smut, fluff ~ 8.9k (sequel to turbulence)

inhale ~  smut, fluff ~ 5,263

TENSION ~ Jimin and you are always flirty. When his childhood friend, Jungkook, visits, they show they’ve always been competitive. What happens, then, when both of them set their sights on you? ~ 6,285

TIMID ~ Jimin was by far the cutest person you’d ever seen, but he always seemed to avoid you, dodging activities and events that included you. That changes when his home is compromised and he finds himself staying with you while it’s being repaired. ~ fluff, soft, hybrid!au ~ 8.4k

A MATTER OF PRIDE ~ You make some comments that wound Jimin’s pride and threaten his standing as Best Lover of the group so he sets out to prove you wrong the only way he knows how. ~ smut ~ 4.5k

a bite of the apple ~ “The thought of Jimin not being able to feed from someone other than you is troubling in more than one sense– there will be times, like the past week, when you physically can’t be there for him, and what would happen in an emergency, if he somehow got hurt and needed a transfusion, if his body rejected the blood of someone else. And that’s not even considering the long term implications of that…. “We’ll deal with that later,” you say, concern building at the thought, but the red in his eyes is growing brighter and brighter, his breathing heavier and heavier, and the wild energy humming under his skin is only growing more static.” ~ smut, supernatural, idol au, vampire au ~ 8.6k

BENEATH THE WATER ~ mermaid!au ~ 20.5k

open 24/7 ~ ❝ you effortlessly testing his patience plus his fiery temper are a deadly mix, aren’t they? ❞  ~  idol au, smut ~ 5.1k

sunny day ~  you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work. ~ 6 parts

dark side of the moon ~ falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. ~ werewolf!au, smut ~ 11.1k

Cupid’s Bow ~ when your pact with Jimin to lose your virginity before Valentine’s Day fails, you decide to just lose it to each other... ~ smut ~ 8357

little monster ~ you’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong… ~ smut, masturbation, teasing ~ 8,844

TRICK SHOT ~  jimin’s the bartender, you’re the billiard hotshot who frequents his bar and challenges him to a clean game of 9-ball after hours. “see if you can make this shot with my hand down your pants” au ~ 8k    (p 1.5)

TRICK SHOT P2 ~ you finally meet your match in a game of 9-ball and you’re pissed about it, so you ask your hot bartender boyfriend to fuck your anger out of you. ~ 8k

hard to say ~ you’ve had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…? ~ smut, fluff, slight angst ~ 11,163

NO STRINGS ~ It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer. ~ 10 parts

friends with benefits ~ when your current squeeze dumps you five seconds after sex, you’re led back down a familiar path and into park jimin’s bed ~ friends with benefits au, smut, light angst ~ 11k

𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘

Single mom!au ⁂ ~ 4 parts

Serendipity ⁂ ~ “Hey, you’re my new neighbor and you cry every night, are you okay?” ~ 26 parts

college dad!au⁂ ~ 30 parts

broken rings & queens and kings ~  to make a long, long story very, very short, you and kim taehyung have been sworn enemies ever since childhood, that is, until you find out that you’re betrothed to each other for the good of your kingdoms, and everything comes crumbling down. ~  24k ~  fluff, light angst, light smut

DADDY ISSUES ~ fluff, angst, smut ~ 16.1k 

Keep Your Chin Up ~ Nobody’s ever been able to get you off, including yourself, and you’re really starting to think sex is overrated until your best friend changes your mind. ~ smut ~ 5,646

the t-shirt thief ~ In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three…  ~ fluff, smut ~ 9,812

little dove ~ The best things always show up when you least expect them. ~ smut, angst, werewolf!au ~ 14k

1-800-Music-Street ~ you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate. ~ ↳ au: homeless!taehyung, saxophonist!taehyung, street performer!taehyung ~ 13.2k

Collide ~ Your life had always been wonderfully ordinary. That is… until the day you accidentally bumped into him and ended up with the wrong cellphone and a one-way ticket to a groupchat full of unusual characters… ~ artist!taehyung x waitress!reader, sm au, crack humor, fluff, smut ~ 45 parts

TREAT YOU BETTER ~ YOU AND TAEHYUNG ARE JUST 2 OUT OF THE MANY PEOPLE THAT GATHER ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF SEOUL. BUT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’VE GOT A DOUCHEBAG BOYFRIEND AND TAEHYUNG STARTS TO FEEL SOMETHING FOR YOU? HE DOESN'T GIVE UP IF THAT'S WHAT YOU’RE THINKING… ~ 3k

the wings of a devil ~ You grab a t-shirt and jeans from your closet, the phone still pressed in your ear when you pause. “Are you actually hungry, Taehyung? Or was that just to make sure I would answer the phone?”“What? I wouldn’t do that.” Liar. “But yeah, I could use another round, dance practice yesterday was pretty intense.”Dread and excitement mix in the pit of your stomach, your blood warming at the idea. You hesitate. “Are you actually going to feed, or are you going to do what you did last time?” ~ smut, vampire au, idol au ~ 6k

the monster smash ~ When your friend Hoseok drags you along to a Halloween party, the last thing you expected was to meet the Joker to your Harley. ~ halloween!au, smut, fluff ~ 8.8k

Guilty Pressure ~ Notorious pranker Kim Taehyung is adored by all, but all he really wants is your attention. ~ smut, fluff ~ 9486

don’t fox with my heart, sweet tart ~ “Wait, what?” You gaped at him. “Woah, just because I said that you’re the only–no. No, Taehyung. I’m not leaving my apartment this weekend. This midterm is going to destroy me, I deserve it.”“You’ll have fun, trust me.” He winked, and you wondered how long you’d be banned from the library for throwing a textbook at his stupid, smug face. “Wear something other than sweatpants and my hoodie, kay?” ~ fluff, friends to lovers au, shifter au, valentines au, college au ~ 3.5k

BAD IDEAS ~  your best friend taehyung promises you a night of adventure, and by this you know that he means there’s a 90% chance you two are going to get arrested tonight. but you go along with it anyway, because he’s taehyung, and you can never resist taehyung. + midnight sheenanigans and sexy times ~ smut, fluff, best friends!au ~ 7.245

bookmarked ~  ❝ the hours you spend at the library are a little more bearable around him. but the most nightly hours are full of devils. ❞ ~ college au, smut ~ 9.9k

DICHOTOMY ~  You hate him. He hates you. It’s a fine line though, isn’t it  – between love and hate? ~ Arranged Marriage!AU ~ 14,566

Retracted Claws ~ he found a poor, stray kitten shivering on the streets, and he was determined to make sure she was kept safe ~ hybrid!au, mafia!au, fluff ~ 2/?       (part 2)

Seven Seas ~ Atlantis is a myth; a hidden city, a sunken island, a missing continent. Only…it’s not a myth. Just hidden out of choice. As the daughter of an Atlantean and a human, you are a halfling that is unwanted by the underwater continent and misunderstood by the surface. But what happens when you finally go to Atlantis and meet an Atlantean who is oddly kind to you? ~ Fluff, angst, smut ~ 25.5k

The Firefly that Guards the Fox ~ His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.They weren’t supposed to.After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood? ~ fluff, angst, hybrid au, law au, crime au ~ 6.9k

move like you want ~ where you meet the gaze of an incredibly attractive red head at a music bar and one thing leads to another… ~ smut ~ 7,960

FATE OF THE FAST & FURIOUS ~ you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away. basically a mix of domestic!taehyung, biker!taehyung, racer!taehyung all at once, and a whole lotta sex. a weird kind of slow-burn. ~ 17k

slowdance on the inside ~ Taehyung has liked you as long as he can remember. He’s unsure when the line blurred from friendship to romantically, but it’s about to get a lot worse when he’s forced to watch you date his friend, Jungkook… ~ angst, fluff, smut ~ 20,476

Apologies ~ After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologise to his girlfriend until he realises that she might have moved on.  If he wants her he needs to go get her. ~ smut, angst ~ 11620 

The Fanmeet ~ Taehyung is jealous over Jungkook flirting with his girlfriend and decides to teach him a lesson in front of their fans. ~ smut ~ 7408

𝕁𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜

✆ ~ The Hyung line cannot deal with the cuteness that is you and Jungkook sleeping  ~ 16 parts

PLANS FOR WEDDING BANDS ~  ❛❛i’ve been meaning to propose to you for ages and i have set up the perfect plan but as we’re driving to the restaurant this tiny little cat on the side of the road that you’re determind to save shows up and now everything is ruined oh god what am i gonna do❜❜ (proposal au) ~ 3.32k ~ fluff

SWEET TOOTH ~ you try not to fall for an insistent college kid with sweater paws. ~ 12.1K ~ smut, humour, baby boy!jungkook, cafe!au 

ice prince ~ when, due to inexplicable and total clumsiness, your reliable, talented ice dancing partner of five years breaks his leg right before the largest competition of your life, desperate times call for desperate measures. and for a brief, brief moment, you think that everything might actually end up not-that-shitty, until you find out that the aforementioned desperate measures go by the name of jeon jungkook.⇒ figure skating!au, enemies to lovers!au  ~ fluff, very minor angst ~ 22k

the millionaire and his lover  ~ over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception. ⇒ self-gratuitous ceo au, friends-to-lovers, and fake relationship trope rolled into one big shitstorm of a jungkook fic ~ fluff, angst, and light smut ~ 22k

something in the water ~ sleeping is a foreign concept to Kim Taehyung and his awkward, mismatched gang of pals. This is made all the more apparent when they rock up at ___’s doorstep at the ass crack of dawn, as if it’s a natural time for any college student to be awake. But when she is informed that it was the youngest of their group who insisted she join them on their spontaneous camping trip, she is suddenly not as reluctant to play along than when she was first awakened by her enigma of a best friend, slamming his fist against her door. ~ 25,836 words

Lowkey ~ Jungkook is the nude model for your art school’s life drawing class. ~ smut ~ 6.2k

vaunt ~ Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk. ~ college/fratboy!jungkook, fratparty!au, smut ~ 9387

vaunt ii ~ True to the nature that birthed your relationship, Jungkook loves to set a challenge, and you love to try and prove him wrong. ~ college!au, frat!au, smut ~ 9.2k

TATTOOARTIST!JUNGKOOK 

BADBOY 

GOLD RUSH ~ freshman Jungkook comes to you with an injured shoulder and a very concerning proposal.  ~ humour, smut, track runner!jungkook ~ 11.2k

unexpected ~ You and Jimin have been best friends forever. All the boys love you and consider you family. But there’s one person who isn’t so fond of you and nobody knows why. What’s his reason? ~ social media au, angst + fluff ~ 13 parts

Bloom ~ Touring with some of the biggest names in the music industry should be a singer’s dream. Too bad two of those names happen to be your annoying new nemesis and the guy you can’t seem to forget… ~ sm au, fluff, crack humor, slight angst, idol!au ~ 30 parts

Marguerite ~ After a random number texts you on yet another night, where you’re just staying home at your dorm, you find yourself talking to an annoying, but very determined frat boy, who likes a challenge more than anything… Even if he doesn’t know who you are. ~ social media au ~ 90 parts

a sip of the grail ~ You take in his expression curiously, trying to understand this new Jungkook that’s somehow both bold and shy, before tilting your chin to the left and exposing the curve of your neck. A quick hook of your finger into the collar of your sweater unveils more of your shoulder to his gaze. “Go ahead, Jungkook,” you murmur, voice just above a whisper. ~ smut, supernatural, vampire ~ 3k

Hopping Mad for You ~  For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual. ~ Fluff, smut, Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook ~ 9.7k 

MICROWAVE (MIS)ADVENTURES ~ Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance. ~ Fluff, slight angst, smut, college!AU, roommates/housemates!AU, enemies to lovers!AU ~ 20k

UNDER THE BRIDGE ~  fluff, smut, slight angst, Hybrid!AU ~ 10.6k

BLACKJACK ~  Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out? ~  Mafia!AU ~ 11 parts

THE QUEST TO BEDDING THE LEAD SINGER OF FRONTMAN ~ Frontman is your favorite band in the world and honestly, the only reason you waited this long in line is to stand at the front for a shot with the lead singer. Enter sexy sound boy, who just won’t leave you alone. ~ punk!Jungkook ~ 9,582

SHOW ME WHERE YOUR LOVE LIES ~ Jungkook knows it’s wrong to sneak around with you behind his wife’s back. but with you he feels whole- he feels loved. And maybe you would feel guilty if she didn’t treat Jungkook like absolute shit. ~ 4.1k

pushing buttons ~  When your boyfriend puts off your date plans in favor of a 24-hour livestream with his gaming friends, you decide to take matters into your own hands. ~ gamingboyfriend!au, smut ~ 6.6k

tell me your secrets (I’m all ears) ~ You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of mini-Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Small could be pretty fucking powerful too. ~ fluff, romance, humor, shifter au ~ 6.5k

To Own A Hybrid ~ the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid. ~ 14 parts

fine art ~ ❝ meet kook. he’s a spoiled rich bitch who gets mad when he doesn’t get what he wants. and it seems, that he wants you. ❞  ~  gambler au, smut ~ 8.6k

In Bloom ~ wolf!au ~ 11,589

The Rabbit on the Moon ~ The moon was your sun. You’ve grown up working under the moonlight as long as you could remember. You served a man, who controlled the monsters that roamed the city at day and night, or rather the devil himself. When the others around you slowly start disappearing, you start wondering if it’ll soon be your turn. A hand reaches out to you, the hand of a gentle rabbit disguised as a wolf, offering a way out. Will you be able to escape the clutches of the devil in time? ~ fluff, angst, smut, police officer au, mafia au, bunny hybrid/police officer!kook, cat hybrid!reader ~ 5 parts

Who You Belong To ~ Jungkook has noticed you flirting with Taehyung for quite awhile and has finally decided you need to be reminded of who you belong to. ~ smut ~ 8647

…AND ACTION P1 ~ jungkook likes to film illegal stunts around the globe for his dedicated audience. because of you, his right-hand navigator, he gets to travel to beautiful places he’s only ever seen in textbooks. but in the wake of a mishap involving poisonous shrubbery, now’s a perfect time for him to confess his undying love for more than just videography. or, “I know you’re my best friend but I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met” au ~ 12k

…AND ACTION P2 ~ jungkook might be homesick and not even the beautiful landscape of Florence can get his mind right. maybe now’s your chance to prove that he doesn’t need home when he has you. or, part two of the “I know you’re my best friend but I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met” au ~ 11k

stuffed pumpkin ~ hooking up with the guy you’re neutral towards isn’t how you expected your night to go, especially dressed as a pumpkin… ~ smut,fluff ~ 6,406

playing with fire ~ jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day… ~ smut ~ 8,460

GIVENCHY & GOLD P1 ~ you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no. ~ smut ~ 20k

GIVENCHY & GOLD P2 ~ jeweler!jungkook gets what he’s got coming to him after getting you both busted in the boss’s office. a continuation of the upscale retail au with a slight change in location ~ smut ~ 24k

GIVENCHY & GOLD P3 ~ you always told yourself you’d be out of retail as soon as you made bank. now that you’re days away from officially leaving, this makes for some interesting changes in your relationship with a certain former coworker ~ 15k

Bunny Boy ~ 6 parts

[waywardnerd67]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Summary: (Y/N) goes on an audition with her best friend and ends up meeting a young Jensen Ackles making quite the impression. Ten years later, she ends up working with him again on Supernatural. Sparks fly between them, will (Y/N) act on her feelings or are they simply in the wrong place, wrong time. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader, Jessie Harrison (OFC) Pairing: None Warnings: Fluff/First Fanfic (Yes, that is a warning) Word Count: 3422 A/N: This was the first thing I ever posted on Tumblr on 1/28/2018. I decided to go ahead repost it and delete the original post making it look nicer. Since it’s my first ever it is probably horrible but really I’m not here for recognition but to write and keep writing. Here is my original A/N: My first time posting anything I have written so any comments, suggestions and/or concerns please let me know. I want to improve and the only way I can do that is to know what I am doing right and can work on doing better. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy! Special Note: This is a work of FICTION and should be enjoyed as such. There is no disrespect meant towards the Ackles Family as I truly adore and admire them very much! 

“I can’t believe you talked me into coming on this audition with you.” (Y/N) said to her best friend, Jessie Harrison. “Hey, even if you don’t get this they will probably use you as an extra. Either way, we will both get paid and that is all that matters.” (Y/N) rolled her (Y/E/C) eyes at her friend. Living in Vancouver meant that there was always a TV show or movie that needed extras which was easy money. Jessie was an aspiring actress and had been an extra on just about every show and movie filmed in Vancouver. (Y/N), on the other hand, had no desire to be in front of the camera but writing what would be said.

    (Y/N) and Jessie kept moving along in line with the rest of the woman. They were listening as the ladies would come back out from the room. “He’s a cutie I hope I can do that again except on other parts of him.” One giggled as (Y/N) gave a pointed look to Jessie. “What exactly did you drag me into?” Jessie was looking anywhere but at her. (Y/N) started to walk away when Jessie grabbed her arm. “Look it’s for a show called Dark Angel, you like that show, right?” (Y/N) nodded as it was one of her favorite shows since she was a big sci-fi fan. “Well, they are doing an episode where they are in a gentlemen’s club and one of the girls goes up to one of the main characters licks his cheek and says she missed him.”

    She gawked at Jessie, “I have to lick some actor’s face?” Jessie nodded as she stood in front of the closed door where the auditions were happening. “You owe me so much. You will be repaying me still when your hundred and two.” The door opened as a scantily clothed blonde walked out fanning herself. Jessie walked in as (Y/N) glared at the closed door. There was a tap on her shoulder from the girl behind her. “Nervous?” she asked and (Y/N) shook her head looking down at the one line she would have to say. “Nope just annoyed.”

    Jessie walked out shaking her head. “He’s hot.” She whispered as (Y/N) walked into the room. She had a pair of form fitting jeans on with a tank top and light jacket on. “Okay, honey you’re just going to walk right up to Jensen say the line and then lick his cheek seductively. She took off her jacket and looked over to the dark haired actor that looked familiar to her. He was wiping his cheek with a washcloth. Jessie was right he was hot and he seemed to be enjoying himself. He looked up at her and he smiled, “Whenever you’re ready.” His voice was kind and that was unusual for actors.

    (Y/N) swayed her hips a little as she walked up to him. She placed one hand on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist bringing her into his side. She ran her hand down his chest to his stomach and down to touch his thigh. His breath hitched slight and then she delivered her line in a low sexy voice, “Where have you been? I missed you.” (Y/N) then took the tip of her nose running it along his cheek and then the tip of her tongue grazing it along his jaw. She felt him shiver and heard the director say cut. She looked up into his shining olive green eyes and smiled as she walked away. She heard him say, “Damn, she’s the first one to make me feel something.” (Y/N) walked out the door with a proud smile on her face.

    A few days later she got the call back that she would be the lucky one to lick pretty boy’s face again. She still could not shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere. She arrived on set with Jessie who was going to be an extra during the same scene. They were in a room with all the other girls and someone from the wardrobe department. “Where is (Y/N)?” the lady called out and she stepped forward. “Alright honey, here is your outfit for the day.” She looked at it curious where the rest of it was and just nodded. She went into one of the dressing rooms changing into the red corset top, black satin hipster bottoms and fishnet stockings with over the knee black boots. She was thankful that the boots were flat and not high heeled.

    When she stepped out Jessie let out a whistle. “Damn girl! You may want to rethink the whole writing thing.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she looked in the full length mirror. Everything fit like it was painted on her and highlighted her curves and boobs. Next, she was ushered into hair and make-up where she saw some pictures of the actors including pretty boy. The hairdresser was sweet and talkative. “Can I ask you something?” she asked as the girl was curling her long mahogany hair. The hairdresser nodded and (Y/N) asked, “Do you know of anything else Jensen has been in? He seems really familiar.” The girl chuckled.

    “Well, he was in one episode last season. His character I think was Ben. He was also on Days of Our Lives as Eric Brady.” (Y/N) nodded as she realized she probably saw him during season one. Jessie and the make-up artist came into the room as the hairdresser finished with (Y/N)’s hair. The make-up artist kept raving over her natural looks. “You are the perfect canvas with your porcelain skin, rosy cheeks and full dark pink lips. You’re gorgeous, honey!” She said as (Y/N) chuckled uneasily, “Thanks, I think.” There was a knock on the door as an AD opened the door. “I need the girls now.” (Y/N) and Jessie walked out with the AD and followed her to the set

    All the girls were standing around practicing their dance moves to some hip-hop song (Y/N) had no idea what it was. Luckily, she had brought her purse with her and grabbed her MP3 player. She put her earbuds in and walked around the set swaying her hips from side to side. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around seeing a familiar pair of olive green eyes staring at her. “Sorry, am I in the way of something?” she asked as a low chuckle left his lips. “No, you’re fine. Was just curious what you’re listening to that is making you swing your hips like that?” (Y/N) bit her lower lip and could feel her cheeks burning as he looked her over in her outfit.

    “Um, one of my favorite bands in Def Leppard and I was listening to Pour Some Sugar on Me. The other girls are listening to some hip-hop song that does nothing for me, but this song I know it would be my stripper song if I ever was one.” She smiled as Jensen laughed throwing his whole body into it. “You may just be the perfect woman. I’m sure if you were a stripper you would make a boat load of cash.” She laughed shrugging, “Eh, I think I’ll just stick to writing. I have a face more for print than film.” She watched as Jensen face became serious. “I don’t think so. I think you’re beautiful and honestly after the hundreds of girls licking my face that day you were the only one to get me to react. Don’t sell yourself short.”

    (Y/N) looked bashfully at her feet and then smiled up at him. “Thank you for that. I appreciate it since you probably have girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” He snickered as the director called his name. “Gotta go. I’ll see you in bit.” He said as he ran his hand gently down her arm. “See you soon, pretty boy.” He smirked back at her as she walked back into the room with all the other girls. The ADs were arranging all the extras for the first shot where (Y/N) would have to lick Jensen’s cheek. She grinned up at Jessie who was one of the cage girls and she flipped her off while (Y/N) laughed.

    The director went over how the scene was going to go and then he called action. (Y/N) watched as Jensen walked down the stairs with two other guys. She sauntered over to him and just like she did in her audition she said her line licking his cheek then walking away. She glanced back seeing Jensen shiver and delivering his line. The director called cut and they did that scene two more times with different camera angles. Each time, Jensen shivered and would ran his hand over her hip and butt. They were setting up the shot where (Y/N) was giving him a lap dance and they were chatting about his acting jobs and their families.

    The director talked briefly with them as he cued the music and yelled action. (Y/N) swayed her hips and butt in front of him turning to face him. He was moving his head to the music and biting his lower lip watching her dance. In that moment, there was nothing hotter to her than him watching her. That is when he noticed Jessica Alba behind her and performed his lines while running his hands down her hips and legs. She grabbed the bills he was handing her and he smacked her on the butt as she walked away.

    Soon the scene was over and (Y/N) could leave. Jensen jumped up and jogged over to her. “It was great working with you… wait I don’t even know your name.” He chuckled as she smiled at him. “I’m (Y/N) and it was fun working with you as well. Maybe one day we’ll work together again.” He nodded his head biting his lower lip again. “I would love that. See you around, (Y/N).” She waved to him as he walked away, “Later pretty boy!”

    Ten years had gone by and (Y/N) was now working for a publishing company in Vancouver as an editor. From time to time she would let Jessie convince her to take small acting roles for extra money. Jessie had just been casted as a regular guest star on Supernatural, one of (Y/N)’s favorite shows. Ever since working with Jensen on Dark Angel she followed his career closely becoming a big fan. She was sure he would not remember her from ten years ago, but when Jessie asked her to try out for a part during an upcoming episode she could not resist.

    Jessie had sent her the script for her to memorize lines and that is when she read the love scene between her character and Jensen’s. She sent a text to Jessie, “This is why you wanted me to play this part because of the love scene.” She set her phone down reading her lines again. About twenty minutes later she heard a notification chime and pulled up the text from Jessie. “Duh! You’ll enjoy rolling around with Jensen in bed.” (Y/N) laughed out loud shaking her head. “Oh Jessie, you know me so well.” She muttered to herself reading her lines again.

    A few days later, Jessie picked up (Y/N) on her way to set. “Are you nervous?” she asked as (Y/N) was re-reading the lines she knew she had memorized. “Not really. I mean it’s been ten years since I have seen the guy and even though I’m a fan I know he is just a regular dude.” Jessie pulled onto the lot and (Y/N) was amazed by the all the people running around. Jessie parked by her trailer and when they were getting out of the car she spotted Jensen talking to one of the other actors on the show, Misha Collins. Jessie called out her name and she turned towards her following her into the trailer.

    (Y/N) made her way to wardrobe, hair and make-up with ease. Once again, the make-up artist raved about her features and how she did not look her age. “I get that a lot. It’s because I have no kids and got rid of the husband.” The girl laughed as the door to the trailer opened and Jensen walked in. “Hey Jay, go ahead and start with your hair. I’ll be done with here in just a second.” Jensen nodded flopping down in front of the hairdresser. (Y/N) glanced over seeing he was focused on his phone. When she was done he was looking up in the mirror and made eye contact with her with a puzzled look. As she opened the door she said over her shoulder, “Nice seeing you pretty boy.” She walked down the stairs closing the door. She heard Jensen gasp probably realizing who she was.

    She made her way to set with Jessie who was just coming to watch her. “Of course, we would be shooting the love scene first.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes sighing. “Hey, you get to have fake sex with a hot guy. What are you complaining about?” Jessie snickered as she glared at her. “I would rather have real sex with a hot guy who isn’t married.” Jessie winced knowing that (Y/N)’s latest drought in her dating life was a sore spot. “Sorry (Y/N/N), I didn’t mean too…” (Y/N) waved it off, “It’s fine. I’m sorry for being bitchy.” The director called her over with Jensen who had a knowing smile on his face.

    She smiled at him, “How is it whenever I take acting gigs it’s always with you, pretty boy, getting handsy with me?” she chuckled as Jensen pulled her into a big hug. He was firm, smelt good and his voice was just damn sexy. “(Y/N), how are you? I’m so glad to see you again. It’s been way too long.” She nodded, “Yeah it has. Been what ten years since the famous licking scene.” Jensen laughed and the director came over explaining what shots he wanted and about how many times he wanted to do this scene. Both Jensen and (Y/N) listening closely and then went over to the set.

    While they were waiting for the cameras and sound to get set she got a case of the giggles which was causing Jensen to laugh as well. “Sorry, full disclosure, I’m a pretty big fan of the show and the fact I’m doing a love scene with you is causing me to giggle.” Jensen laughed shaking his head. “Well, you are living out a lot of fangirls dreams so make it count.” She felt her cheeks burning. “I will say it’s weird that I will be kissing you and knowing that your married.” Jensen nodded as his cheeks turned pink, “Yeah, normally, I’m pretty good at not letting love scenes get to me. However, you are even more beautiful than you were ten years ago so this may be a little harder for me.” (Y/N) tried so hard to keep her laugh in but could not and Jensen joined her in laughing when he realized exactly what he said.

    Finally, they began shooting the scene. Kissing Jensen was exactly how she imagined it would be. His lips were soft, full and skilled. Feeling his hands running over her body was stirring a lot of feelings up within her. They went through the undressing scene and had to repeat it when Jensen had issues getting the shirt cuffs off around his hands. (Y/N) was standing there half dressed in front of a ton of crew laughing hysterically. Then came the big scene where they were in bed. She was in a sexy black lace bra and panty set where Jensen was in black boxer-briefs. As they set up the scene Jensen took his robe off first and she could not help admiring him as he moved around the set. She heard Jessie chuckled as she had fanned herself watching him.

    She took her robe off and watched as his eyes got wider. His normally bright olive green eyes were darker now. She laid down and he positioned himself between her legs making sure he did not put too much weight on her. She also noticed he tried to cover her as much as possible from the crew. She looked up at him and smiled. “What?” he asked. “I heard you were chivalrous when it came to love scenes. I think that’s sweet.” He chuckled which cause a delicious friction between them. “Watch it there, pretty boy.” She chuckled as he winced. The director called action and they began kissing as if they had been going at it all along.

    The script called for her to push him to be on bottom and Jensen placed his hands on her hips flipping them over. She threw her long hair over her as she sat up straddling him. There was yell for cut and Jensen sat up with her still straddling him pulling the covers over her. “Thanks Jensen.” She said sincerely as he chuckled. “It’s more for me this time because you’re very distracting to me the way you are.” (Y/N) could feel the effect she was having on him. He blushed deep red, “Sorry, I just can’t help it. You’re beautiful and on top of me.” She laughed causing him to groan. She rested her head on his shoulder trying to stop laughing. “I’m so sorry. Though it is nice to have a good looking man having any reaction to me. I appreciate that.” The director was calling for everyone to be ready and then yelled action.

    After a couple of days shooting with Jensen all of (Y/N)’s scenes were completed. She was collecting her things in Jessie’s trailer to go home when there was a knock at the door. Jessie opened it and she told (Y/N) she would be right back. She mumbled a response as she was trying to keep her emotions under control. After she heard the door shut Jensen’s husky voice startled her. “Hey there.” She turned around seeing it was just the two of them in the trailer. “Hi there, come to see me off.” She said trying the smile brightly at him. Jensen nodded looking down at his feet. The last couple of days they had talked a lot and really connected with one another.

    “I just wanted to make sure I got to say goodbye before you left.” (Y/N) went up to Jensen and put her arms around his neck hugging him. He hugged her back burying his head into the crook of her neck. “I’m glad you did. This time though don’t wait ten years to see me again.” He chuckled nervously and she could tell he wanted to do the same thing she wanted too. Before she would let that happen she pulled away from him and went to grab her bag. “Here this is for you. I’ll talk to you soon, pretty boy.” She handed him an envelope and then kissed him on the cheek. Walking out of that trailer was rough and she was thankful when Jessie was waiting for her in the car. “Come on, I believe we have a tub of chocolate ice cream to devour.” (Y/N) smiled as she laughed. She looked back at the trailer seeing Jensen opening her letter and reading it.

“Jensen,

I’m glad I took this gig when Jessie brought it to my attention. I got to reconnect with you and that has been special for me. You are an amazing man, Jensen Ackles. You make women everywhere fall in love with you instantly and that includes me. There is definitely a connection between us but nothing could ever come of it. It’s just the wrong place, wrong time. Your wife is a lucky woman to have you and you are equally lucky to have such an amazing woman in your life. Hold on to that and treasure it.

That being said, I would love to be friends with you. We can hang out in groups while you’re in Vancouver and one day I hope to meet your amazing wife so we can trade stories of you. I left my business card in here with all my contact info and you should use it whenever you need a friend to talk too. I’ll always be there for you as a friend. Hope to hear from you soon, pretty boy.

Talk to you soon,

(Y/N)”    

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[keanuital]

John Wick solidified Keanu Reeves as one of the greatest action stars of all time

With A History Of Violence, Tom Breihan picks the most important action movie of every year, starting with the genre’s birth and moving right up to whatever Vin Diesel’s doing this very minute.

John Wick (2014)

In the entire history of American action cinema, there are very, very few movies that take their fight scenes as seriously as John Wick does. Some of the action set pieces in John Wick—the home invasion, the one-man nightclub siege—are straight-up masterpieces, and the movie never lingers long between these exquisitely crafted depictions of mayhem. But my favorite scene in the movie isn’t a fight. It’s the part where Viggo, the movie’s lead Russian gangster, has to tell his son just how badly he’d fucked up. Viggo’s boy, Iosef, has broken into the home of a “fucking nobody.” He’s killed the man’s dog, stolen his car, and left him unconscious. Viggo, played by the late Swedish actor Michael Nyqvist, doesn’t mind any of this. He just minds that Iosef did all this to the wrong guy.

Carefully and patiently, Viggo tells Iosef that he and his associates used to call John Wick, that nobody, baba yaga—the bogeyman. And then he continues, “John wasn’t exactly the bogeyman.” Dramatic pause. “He was the one you send to kill the fucking bogeyman.” A moment later, as that sinks in: “I once saw him kill three men in a bar with a pencil. A fucking. Pencil.”

That scene comes before any of the movie’s fights, and it tells us a whole lot of things we need to know. It tells us that Wick is an absolute avenging angel of death, of course, and it gives us context for the life that he left behind when he fell in love and got married. But that scene also tells us what kind of movie we’re watching. It’s a movie that takes place in its own universe, that leaves behind any notion of realism or naturalism. It tells us that we are watching myths and archetypes, that the movie is going to be a sort of tone-poem homage to history’s great bleak, existentialist action movies. It tells us that directors Chad Stahelski and David Leitch know their Melville and their Woo. The first time I watched John Wick, I spent that entire scene cackling with glee. That scene promised a lot, and the movie paid off on it.

I have to imagine that the person who greenlit John Wick thought he’d be getting another Taken clone; 2014 was the era of the Taken clone. A few years earlier, Liam Neeson had revitalized his career by playing a leathery, regretful death-dealer in a cheap, unpretentious B-movie, and other aging movie stars were trying to do the same with theirs. Denzel Washington made The Equalizer. Sean Penn made The Gunman. John Wick, originally titled Scorn, could’ve turned out to be one of those.

Instead, John Wick turned out to be a whole new mold: a sleek, stylish, and deeply silly studio B-movie that takes place in its own fully realized world. And after years of choppy, illegible Hollywood action scenes, it revived the visceral beauty of a well-shot, well-choreographed fight, succeeding in making Keanu Reeves look like an absolutely unstoppable killing machine. These days, people aren’t making their own Takenknockoffs anymore. They’re more likely to make John Wick clones, like Ben Affleck in The Accountant, say, or Charlize Theron in Atomic Blonde. That’s a good thing. The John Wick clones have been way better than the Takenclones.

In some ways, John Wick was a very familiar movie. Over the years, we’ve seen a lot of quiet, soulful, and well-dressed hitmen pulled back into the killing game by tragedy, forced to eliminate their old bosses. We’ve seen a lot of broken loners going on quests of revenge after seeing their families die. We’ve seen badasses so cold that they take out entire armies of anonymous cannon-fodder types. We’ve seen underworld stories in which the police barely even seem to exist. John Wick is, in a lot of ways, a traditional action movie, one that works very much within the rules and structures of the genre.

But in other ways, John Wick is a strange statement of a movie—one that takes all those tropes and makes them as weird and otherworldly as possible. For one thing, when John Wick goes to war with the Russian mob of New York, he’s not avenging any actual people. Instead, he’s avenging the death of a dog, an adorable puppy gifted to him by his dead wife. Iosef insists, over and over, that it was just a dog, as if this is going to help him in any way. It’s a beautiful little subversion of an old revenge-movie trope. People hate seeing dogs die in movies, so we’re spared the usual Death Wish-style scene of rape and murder. Even the dog dies offscreen. Instead, we get to skip straight to the revenge. And the movie knows it’s absurd for Wick to be killing dozens of people to avenge a dog that he’d only had for, what, a day? But it works on a couple of levels. At one point, Wick says that the dog represented all the hope he had left in the world, telling us that that’s what sent him off on that killing spree. So it’s an effective story device. But it’s also a grand cosmic joke. Because after all, it was just a fucking dog.

Taking this simple and unreal pretense as its starting point, the movie builds an entire world. This is a universe full of hitmen. There are so many, in fact, that they have their own hotel, a place where any actual killing is expressly forbidden. That’s one of the rules of this hitman world that everyone understands. Another is that everyone is supposed to pay for stuff in gold coins. Even the police seem to know what’s going on. At one point, a cop comes to Wick’s door and sees a body lying on the floor behind him. His response: “You, uh, working again?” Wick: “No, just sorting some stuff out.” That’s good enough for the cop, who backs right out. John Wick: Chapter Two, the movie’s 2017 sequel, builds on all of this and turns it into something even more gloriously alien. But it’s all there in the first movie—a violent hidden world, right under our noses.

A year before starring in John Wick, Keanu Reeves went to Hong Kong and China to make his directorial debut. Man Of Tai Chi isn’t what you might expect from the moment that an aging movie star steps behind the camera. Instead, it’s a great little underground-fighting movie, one made with a slightly incoherent plot and a great respect for fight choreography. The movie almost makes more sense as a collection of fight scenes than as a traditional narrative. It’s mostly in Chinese, but Reeves himself plays the villain, a glowering evil American billionaire who makes people fight to the death. And he made the whole thing as a vehicle for Tiger Chen, a Chinese martial artist who’d been one of the fight choreographers for The Matrix.

Man Of Tai Chi was, for me, the moment that Reeves became an all-time elite action star. He’d already had a surprising number of classic action movies on his résumé: Point Break, Speed, the Matrix movies. He’d done many of his own stunts in Speed and trained hard in wire-fu for The Matrix. But I’d always thought of him as an actor who sometimes did action movies, not as a straight-up action star. Man Of Tai Chi revealed Reeves to be something else: someone so in love with the genre that he’d make a labor of love like that. And John Wick is the moment he solidified his spot in the history of the genre. Keanu Reeves is, quite simply, one of the greatest action stars of all time. He might be the single greatest, no qualifiers necessary.

Think about it: Reeves was 50 when John Wick came out, and he still went out of his way to make the movie as hard and physical as possible. He recruited his Matrix stunt doubles Stahelski and Leitch to direct the movie even though they’d never directed a movie before. (Reeves’ devotion to the Matrix stunt team is, to my mind, one of the most endearing things about him.) He threw himself into training, learning styles of martial arts that he’d never attempted. And he pulled off these incredible fight scenes—scenes that mix gunplay with hand-to-hand grappling in believable ways, scenes in which he has to pull off these great stunts without the benefit of quick-cutting. He even did a fair amount of his stunt-driving. And he put in an affecting, grounded performance on top of all of that, bringing this absurdist world to life with the sheer weight of his facial expressions and body language. And he delivers his best badass lines with absolute panache and confidence. (Viggo: “They know you’re coming.” Wick: “Of course. But it won’t matter.”)

There’s a ruthless efficiency to the way Reeves moves in the movie. The way he kills people tells more of a story than the actual story does. He’ll punch someone, then shoot him, then punch him again. Sometimes, he’ll take a bad guy down in a leglock, holding him immobile while he shoots a couple of other bad guys, and then shoot the original bad guy while that guy is lying helpless on the floor. A scene like that one-man nightclub invasion is put together with absolute precision, ratcheting things up gradually until it becomes something insane and surreal. It’s beautifully lit and shot and edited, like Drive or something, but all of that atmosphere serves to highlight the action. There’s a scene near the end where Viggo, on the way to his final showdown with Wick, laughs maniacally. It’s not because he thinks he’s going to win. He knows he’s about to die. He’s just having so much fun watching Wick work. We, the audience, knows how he feels.

John Wick made an impact. It made money and earned critical raves, something that I don’t think anyone expected of it. It spawned a whole universe‚ two movies, with another on the way, and a spin-off TV series called The Continental reportedly in the works. One of its directors went off to make Atomic Blonde, an instant-classic action movie in its own right if only for that incredible single-take apartment-building fight. John Wickspawned imitators. But more to the point, it proved that an American studio B-movie could be truly great, that it could compete with anything coming out of South Korea or Thailand or Indonesia. It proved that we don’t have to settle for bullshit. It raised the stakes. People keep asking if American action movies are back, and I hadn’t really had an answer. But now, yeah, I’m thinking they’re back.

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[jaeminlore]

Backup Prince // Yoon Sanha

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the prompt: I wanted to request a fluffy Sanha scenario where you’re a theatre actress playing the lead in a musical and he works backstage and the actor playing your love interest drops out so he has to fill in last minute.

words: 2604

category: fluff

author note: i don’t write abt sanha much but when i do it’s always a pleasure. also this took forever to finish for some reason so sorry for the wait.

- destinee

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“Y/n!” The head of the costume department of your local theatre, Eunwoo, yelled your name from literally three feet away.

“I’m going over my script,” you said, mildly annoyed. “What do you want?”

“I need your measurements,” Eunwoo said, ignoring the rude undertone in your voice.

“Okay,” you said, standing still and going back to your script, holding it up above your head so Eunwoo could measure your waistline.

Eunwoo stopped and huffed angrily. “Where’s my notebook?”

“How am I supposed to know,” you muttered before returning to your reading.

“Sanha!” Eunwoo called up his friend.

You watched as the understudy walked towards the two of you, his own script in hand.

“Hello, my backup prince,” you said sweetly.

You had met Sanha in line for the auditions, and had even practiced your lines together. You felt comfortable reciting your lines with Sanha, and had hoped he would get the main lead with you.

The chemistry you two had was amazing, and you had to applaud him, from one aspiring actor to another. He would surely be able to capture the crowd with his expression and dramatic flare.

Unfortunately, the director of the play didn’t think as much, and although you got the lead as Sleeping Beauty, Sanha was chosen as second best for Prince Philip.

It was still nice to see him backstage, where he always hung out. Not only were you there, but his friends were there as well, and he liked to help them backstage as much as he could.

“Hi, Y/n,” he said, a happy smile on his face. “Have you read the entire script yet?”

“I’m on the last scene,” you grumbled. “Eunwoo was bugging me and I haven’t finished it.”

“Forgive me for doing my job,” Eunwoo said sassily as he held the measuring tape together at your waist. “Sanha, hold this while I go get my notebook.”

“Okay?” Sanha held the measuring tape in place, his fingers accidentally brushing against your side. He watched Eunwoo go before turning to you, “So, are you excited?”

“Yeah,” you said. “I haven talked with Stephen yet, so I hope he’s nice.” Stephen was the boy who had been chosen as the male lead, instead of Sanha. He hadn’t come in yet, even though your director strictly stated that everyone should be here at ten o'clock sharp for a script reading.

“He’s not here yet?” Sanha furrowed his eyebrows and looked around backstage. “It’s almost noon.”

“I know,” you answered. “We were supposed to do the script reading an hour ago but Mrs. Ahn told us to do it on our own until he arrived. I think she’s trying to get a hold of him right now.”

“That’s unprofessional,” Sanha said.

You sighed, “Hopefully he’s just having a bad day and is not like this all the time.”

-

As it turns out, he wasn’t having a bad day and he was like that all of the time.

No matter what time was set or how important Director Ahn made the rehearsal seem, Stephen was always late.

And when he did arrive, he had a superiority complex the size of Manhattan. Most of which was directed at you, who he insisted never got the word right, even though you had memorized the script in less than a month.

“Your expression is off,“ "Your dialogue is choppy,” “Your a bad kisser,” he would never fail to complain about something.

The last insult was directed towards you a month into rehearsals, when you both practiced the kissing scene for the first time.

You sat up on the three chairs that were being used as the bed prop and scoffed. “I’m asleep! Do you expect me to kiss back when I’m under a curse?”

“You could at least put some chapstick on and make it a little more enjoyable for me.”

You smiled sardonically, “You’re right, O Great One, would you prefer strawberry or vanilla?”

“Don’t be sarcastic,” Stephen warned you. “You’re not the one who had to kiss a dead fish.”

You rolled your eyes. “Director Ahn!”

“Yes, I see.” Your director bit her nails. “The two of you have zero chemistry. However, you’re my best actors, and there are scouts coming to this production from theatre schools all around the country. If you guys can fake it here, you’re sure to get in, so please just cooperate for the greater good, which is getting the two of you scholarships to your dream schools. Okay?”

“Okay,” you mumbled.

“Whatever,” Stephen scoffed. “It’s not like my family can’t pay for my tuition.”

“You have to get accepted before you can pay, Dimwit.” You said. “No money in the world will get you accepted if you’re a bad actor.”

“Good thing I’m a great actor,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes as Director Ahn motioned for the two of you to repeat the scene.

You lay down on the uncomfortable chairs and crossed your arms over your chest. “Let’s get this over with,” you grumbled.

-

“I hate you.” You glared at Sanha as the two of you sat backstage, snacking on green grapes and chatting during your break. “It can’t be that bad.”

Sanha laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “You and Stephen couldn’t look less in love if you tried.”

You threw a grape at him, “Concentrate, Sanha! If I can’t fake my love for Stephen then I might as well kiss my scholarship goodbye.”

“Alright,” Sanha complied, settling down and opening his script.

You could see it was very much like your own: highlighted, with footnotes beside different phrases and actions. He was serious about his role, even if he was simply the understudy.

“What do you need help with the most? Pretend I’m Stephen and we’ll go over your most troubling lines with him.” Sanha said.

You sighed dejectedly. “Anything romantic at all he twists around and makes me think I’m not good at it. I am, though. My chemistry with him is just nonexistent.”

“Because he’s a jerk,” Sanha concluded for you.

“Yeah,” you said. “He makes me feel like such a bad actress.”

“You aren’t,” Sanha assured you. “You just have bad chemistry. But, if you can overcome that on stage, he’ll be the one who looks like a bad actor.”

“You’re right,” you said with a smile. “I’m glad you’re here, Sanha. Thanks.”

“No problem,” he shrugged, popping another grape into his mouth. “That’s what friends are for.”

“Let’s just work on these scenes,” you said, opening your script up.

-

During dress rehearsal the morning of opening night, you confidently practiced with Stephen.

Even if it was forced chemistry, it was chemistry.

In addition to all your rehearsals, you and Sanha had gone over the play together more than once. You were hoping to convey the chemistry you had with him to the chemistry you had (or better yet, didn’t have) with Stephen.

Now, your smile was almost natural as you danced with Stephen across the stage. If you just pretended he was Sanha, you could pretend you were in love.

Not that you were in love with Sanha, of course.

However, you did find yourself looking at him quite often, and your favorite time of day was coming to see him at rehearsals. You found his company to be your favorite. So maybe you weren’t in love, but you were definitely crushing on your backup prince, that was for sure.

You couldn’t help it. He was so sweet and always willing to help you out. And it wasn’t like your chemistry was only during acting; the two of you had natural chemistry. Something you hoped Director Ahn would notice, but she never did.

Stephen led you around the stage, his hands on your hips. You feigned a smile, pretending to be the lovestruck princess you were playing.

As you danced, feeling the role, you made a misstep and stepped on Steven’s toes. You kept dancing. If that happened in the real show you would have to keep going.

Steven, however, did not keep dancing. “Are you kidding me?”

“What?” You stopped as well, having no one to lead you. “Why did you stop?”

“You stepped on my toes!” Stephen said angrily.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “but the show needs to go on whether I step on your toes or not. This is dress rehearsal and we only have a few hours until the actual play starts.”

Stephen looked at Director Ahn. “I can’t work with her.”

Director Ahn looked at him with an unamused look on her face. “Stephen, Y/n, get back in your places and start the scene over,” she said.

“Yes, Ma'am,” you said.

As you went to put your hands on Stephen’s shoulders, he stopped you. “You know what? No. I’m so sick of you people. Have fun doing the show without me.”

You and the entire cast watched in disbelief as he walked down the stage and stormed out of the theater.

“What do we do now? Did he just quit?” You asked.

Director Ahn pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “Look, we’ve got five hours until the play. Sanha is at the doctor’s office for a checkup so I’ll try to inform him as soon as I can. If you want to wait for him and practice, do it, but otherwise everyone needs to be back here at six o'clock sharp for hair and makeup.”

So it was settled. Sanha was no longer your backup prince. He was your real prince.

-

You weren’t able to wait for Sanha, as you had things to do before the play, so you simply texted him a simple "Guess all those script reading together paid off. Break a leg!“ and went home to get some studying in, since you knew you’d be too tired after the play to do it.

Later that night, when you arrived for hair and makeup, Sanha was nowhere to be seen. You thought perhaps he was running late. Honestly, he didn’t come in for a few scenes so he had a little time. Still, you felt your nerves would calm if he was there to wish you good luck in person.

You stood behind the heavy curtain, waiting as the birthday scene played out before you. You were dressed in your peasant outfit, with curls in your hair and a rosy tint on your lips. Your hands were wrung together as you waited in nervousness.

"Y/n!” Sanha whisper-yelled, running from the direction of the impromptu hair and makeup stations backstage.

You turned, relief flooding your system as you saw your tall friend dressed in the prince’s costume.

“How do I look?” He asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You giggled, looking at the large red plume feather sticking out of his three-cornered hat. “You look like a dork.”

The two of you smiled at each other for a moment, before Sanha broke it by letting out an anxious squeal and jumping in place. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t be!” You encouraged him. “You’re going to do great!”

“The scouts, though,” Sanha replied, pulling his bottom lip with his teeth. “They’re expecting Stephen.”

“So?” You asked. “They’re going to be ten times more happy when they see you.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

At that time, you were cued onto the stage, so you gave Sanha a quick thumbs up before walking onto the stage.

The show went off without a hitch. You and Sanha’s onstage chemistry made Director Ahn wonder why she hadn’t casted him as the lead in the first place.

Soon the play was almost over, and the most important scene was next: the true love’s kiss scene.

You were lying on the bed prop, pretending to be deep in a trance, yet in reality your mind was reeling. In all your excitement, the kiss had completely slipped your mind.

Now your crush would be kissing you, but it would be all for the play. The only real feelings behind it would be yours, and the thought made you upset.

Still, the show must go on.

You waited in anticipation as Sanha said his lines. Then, when you heard the audience’s engaged gasp, you knew he was bending down to kiss you.

When he did, you couldn’t help but want kiss back. Yes, you were supposed to be in a coma, but on the other hand this could be the only time you got to kiss him. Still, to stay professional, you kept yourself from kissing him back and instead stayed absolutely still.

Sanha’s lips were soft pressing against yours. You had to keep yourself from smiling when the feather on his hat tickled your forehead. He didn’t kiss you long, and when it was done you counted to five before letting your eyes flutter open.

Then you were back to being Sleeping Beauty. You were back in your role, where he was your prince who had come to wake you from a horrible curse.

-

After the end of the show, you and Sanha took your bow together. The audience applauded the most for the two of you, and you squeezed Sanha’s hand happily.

He looked down and smiled at you, squeezing your hand back.

The two of you walked backstage, and as soon as you were out of the audience’s view, you hugged Sanha around the middle. “We did it!”

“I know!” Sanha replied, squeezing your shoulders. “Only four more nights to go!”

You grinned. “There’s no way the scouts didn’t notice you.”

“Me? What about you?”

Sanha took off his hat and ran his hands through his hair, mussing it up. You looked away, a blush on your face as you thought about how handsome he was to you. Those thoughts only reminded you of the kiss, and a blush arose on your cheeks.

“I guess we’re the perfect team,” you mumbled.

Sanha looked down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Do you mean it?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Of course. Why wouldn’t we be?”

Sanha clasped his hands together nervously. “I don’t know. Can I ask you another question?”

“What is it?” You were getting curious now, since Sanha’s ears were turning red in color.

“Did I do okay? On the kissing part? It was my first onstage kiss and it was with you as well which made me twice as nervous. I did okay, right?”

You smiled shyly, his words replaying in your head. “You did great.”

“Good,” Sanha said, nodding to himself. “That’s good.”

“Yeah,” you said.

You weren’t sure why the conversation turned awkward. Perhaps it had something to do with the soft blushes present on both Sanha’s and your cheeks.

Luckily, the awkwardness was cut short when Director Ahn came backstage, a huge smile on her face. “Y/n, Sanha, there is not one scout out there that didn’t like your performance. They all want to speak with the two of you.”

“No way!” You jumped in excitement, tugging on Sanha’s arm. “Let’s go!”

You began to follow Director Ahn, only to be pulled back by Sanha.

“Wha—?” You cut yourself off after seeing the troubled look on Sanha’s face. Your expression softened, “What’s wrong?”

Sanha was unable to look at you when the two of you broke from the kiss. “Y/n… I really like you.”

A giddy smile grew on your face as you answered him, “I like you too, Sanha.”

“Really?” He asked you with an eager raise of his eyebrows.

You nodded, laughter tumbling out of your lips. “Really. Now let’s go see those scouts before they get tired of waiting.”

~the end~