#ngl whoever sent that made me smile so much

[rosicheeks]

🙃

[calif0rnia-lovers]

safe place.

an: ngl, I wanted to hug jude & bukayo through the screen when England lost😔

requested: I remember seeing that Jude said his mom helps him when he gets "too low with the lows or too high with the highs." Can you do a fic where his gf is that way?

pairing: jude bellingham x black!reader

series: lyrically inspired tales.

if my heart aches, you breathe with me at my pace.

song: safe place by ruthanne

warnings: this is most definitely not edited lol.

The stadium lights had dimmed, and the roar of the crowd had faded into a distant memory, replaced by a haunting silence. Jude Bellingham sat in the quiet of his hotel room, the weight of the Euro final's loss pressing heavily on his shoulders. Exhaustion seeped into his bones—physically, mentally, and emotionally he was tapped. The missed shot that could have changed everything replayed in his mind, a tormenting loop of what-ifs and if-onlys.

He felt utterly drained, each breath a reminder of the effort he had poured into the match. The worst part about losing was feeling like he was at his lowest, despite all the hard work and dedication he had poured in for his country. The memory of the silver medal being draped over his shoulder, the relentless flashes of cameras, and the disappointed faces of fans loomed over him like a dark cloud. He had tried to keep his head up, stopping to hug each of his teammates, whispering words of encouragement, but it still hurt like hell. He had forced a brave face, stifling the sting in his eyes, reassuring his family and friends that he was alright. Keeping up the front until he reached his room had been a monumental task, and now, alone in the dim light, the facade crumbled.

He stared blankly at the wall, the ache of disappointment settling deep within his chest. Hours seemed to drag by, each minute stretching into an eternity. His phone was on Do Not Disturb. Although he knew the messages were meant with the best intentions, Jude wasn’t ready to read the encouraging texts sent to him. He hadn't spoken to anyone since the bus doors closed, needing space to process the defeat alone. The team’s efforts, the dreams of a nation, all seemed to hang on that one moment when his shot had veered just slightly off course.

A knock at the door broke through his reverie. Jude ignored it at first, unwilling to face anyone. If he didn’t call out, whoever it was would go away. But then it came again. 

A single knock, followed by three softer knocks, a distinct rhythm that was all too familiar. It was a special knock. Your special knock, a signal that meant more than words ever could. It prompted him to rise from the bed and cross the room.

Your interaction at the stadium was still a blur. A rushed kiss against his lips, nose, and forehead, a whispered “I love you so much,” was all he could receive before he was moving through the line of friends and family. In the few short hours that had passed, you had showered and changed.

When he opened the door, Jude found you standing there with your travel backpack pressed against your chest.

Jude paused to take you in, grounding himself by focusing on your familiar features. It was a routine he had built over the last six months of your relationship, a way to find solace in the midst of chaos. His eyes passed over your smooth, deep brown skin, which seemed to glow softly in the dim light. He traced the contours of your face, from your cheekbones to your lips that carried a gentle, reassuring smile. The sight of it relaxed the furrow of his brow.

Your eyes, warm and filled with understanding, were his favorite feature. They held a depth of emotion and wisdom that made him feel seen and understood. Your lashes framed them perfectly, long and curled, adding to the natural beauty that always took his breath away. His gaze traveled up to the soft curls, pineappled at the top of your head, his hand instinctively reaching forward.

As he studied you, taking in every detail—his touch tracing the curve of your jaw before settling against your cheek—he felt a sense of peace wash over him.

"Hi," you greeted softly, your voice a balm to his battered spirit.

Jude managed a weak smile, the corners of his lips lifting. "Hey," he replied, his voice rough.

You stepped inside, Jude’s hand instinctively settling on your hips as the door closed.

The scent of lavender and chamomile wafted from the bag you carried, filling the room with a calming aroma. It was a scent that lingered on the sheets of each hotel room Jude stayed in, his bedroom at home, and even in his shirts and jerseys. He associated it with you, and only you—a fragrance that instantly brought relaxation and comfort. Whenever you couldn't make it to his games, Jude would find the aromatherapy tucked away in his bag, a thoughtful gesture that made him feel close to you even when apart.

“My flight leaves at 9:30 tomorrow,” you began as you unzipped the bag. Gathering what you needed, you started towards the bathroom. “So, I’ll probably leave here at 7. I’m sure traffic is going to be insane.”

Jude listened to your voice, the calm cadence soothing his frayed nerves. You didn’t expect a response; you knew him well enough to understand that after a loss, he needed time to recover. So, you verbally went through your travel plans. The turnaround was quick, but you needed to report to work. While slightly annoying, the plan was simple: report home, get back to work, and into your routine. Jude would soon follow.

As you focused on starting the bath, Jude began to look through the items you bought. His hand paused on something small and familiar, tucked beneath his favorite snacks—a stuffed lion. He picked it up, a wave of bittersweet memories washing over him. The lion had a soft, golden mane and big, friendly eyes. Stitched into the pad of its right paw was a heart. Jude remembered the day he won it for you at the Ice Palace, the way your face had lit up with joy, your smile so wide and genuine it had made his heart swell.

"My lion," you’d giggled, hugging the plush toy tightly before wrapping your arms around his neck, your laughter ringing in his ears. “I can keep him with me when you’re away.”

You paused in the bathroom doorway, watching him hold the stuffed lion. "That always makes me feel better when we're apart," you said softly, a smile finding your lips as the shared memory hung between the two of you.

You began to take out and explain the things you had brought to cheer him up—a selection of his favorite snacks, your iPad full of movies, and some comforting toiletries. "I brought these because I thought they might help you relax. And I know how much you love Shawshank Redemption. So...being the gracious, loving girlfriend I am, I will sit through it for the hundredth time. But, only if you promise to share your sour st-"

You were mid-sentence when he moved towards you, wrapping his arms around your middle from behind. For a moment, you stayed that way, the warmth of his embrace speaking louder than words. Jude buried his face in your shoulder, his breath hitching as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to escape.

You could feel the tremors in his body, his grip tightening as if you were his anchor in the storm of his emotions.

"It's okay," you whispered, turning to face him, the warmth of your palms against his cheeks lifting his eyes to yours. "You gave it everything you had, and that's all anyone can ask for. I'm so proud of you, Jude. You’ve come so far, and this is just a moment in your journey. It's okay to feel hurt and disappointed, but remember that you are stronger than this. Everything happens exactly when it's meant to."

Finally, the dam broke, and Jude rested against you, the tears he’d managed to keep at bay all night came pouring out. He remained pressed against you until the stress of the past few months drained his eyes dry. He allowed you to lead him to the bathroom, welcoming the warm, fragrant steam filled the room, creating a cocoon of comfort. 

He allowed you to help him undress, your movements tender and deliberate, as if you were peeling away not just his clothes but also the layers of his hurt.

"Let's get you in," you murmured softly, as his lips brushed against yours, guiding him into the tub. Jude eased himself into the warm water, letting out a deep sigh as the heat began to soothe his aching muscles and weary mind.

You stepped back to gather the other things you had brought, but Jude's hand gently traced soothing circles into your thigh as you stood by the tub. The simple touch spoke volumes, a silent plea for your presence, for you to stay close.

Jude leaned his head back, closing his eyes as he let the warmth of the bath wash over him. The exhaustion and frustration that had gripped him began to loosen, replaced by a growing sense of peace. He listened as you moved around the room, lighting a few candles and setting out the items you had brought—a fluffy towel, his favorite shampoo, and a soft robe for when he got out. 

You joined Jude in the tub, settling behind him. He welcomed the loofah against his skin, the gentle, rhythmic motion of your hands soothing his frayed nerves. You massaged his shoulders, careful with the one that had been previously injured, as he rested back against you. His hand found its place on his leg, grounding him as he watched the movie playing on the tablet propped nearby.

Your touch worked magic, and you could feel his body gradually relaxing. The tension that had coiled within him slowly unwound, and he seemed to be coming back to himself. The voice in his head, the one that echoed with doubt and personal criticism, grew quieter with each passing moment. Each gentle kiss you pressed against his skin, each laugh you shared from the film, chipped away at the walls of his frustration.

By the time most of the bubbles had dissipated, Jude was completely relaxed. His gratefulness showed in the way he gently squeezed your thigh and the soft kisses he brushed against your knuckles. The warmth of the water, combined with your presence, created a cocoon of comfort and safety. 

He tilted his head back slightly, letting it rest against your shoulder, eyes half-closed in contentment. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, fingers tracing small circles on his chest. "You don’t have to," you replied softly. "I’m here, always."

Jude sighed, a deep, contented breath that seemed to release the last of his lingering tension. He turned his head slightly to kiss your forehead, a silent thank you for being his anchor in the storm. The doubts that had plagued him earlier were now a distant memory.

The kiss he left against your lips was soft, almost sloppy. The physical and mental strain he's been under from Real Madrid and the Euros suddenly registering. His body begging for sleep.

"Let's get you outta here," you giggled. "I don't think I can carry you to bed if you fall asleep."

You press against the corner of his mouth, the action stopping the closing of his heavy eyelids. "Come on, Jude."

"Mmm...hold up..." Jude mumbled, eyes drifting shut as your lips brushed against his. Brow arching, his smirk prompting your eyes to roll. "...I'm not even tired."

"Uh-huh," stifling your giggle, you watch as Jude nods. His heavy eyes blinking before dropping down to your smile.

"'m not," he mumbled, his kiss missing your lips and settling on your chin.

A series of soft and light kiss lingered against your jaw, drifting to your shoulder. As much as he tried to fight off the comfortable sleeping tugging at him, Jude couldn't resist. By the time he reached your lips, a tired and goofy smile stretched across Jude's lips.

"Alright," he relented. "Let's go, but we gonna finish this in the morning."

"I'm sure we will," you smiled.

You place a final kiss against his lips. The brushing of your nose against his pulling out the smile that left you the victim of constant butterflies and euphoria. Before Jude knew it, the words slipped out.

"I love you," he murmured, the words hanging in the air between you like a delicate promise. "Thanks for this."

The words halted your movement of slipping from beneath him, your eyes widening slightly in surprise. It was the first time he had said it aloud. You had never pressured him for those words, knowing that he showed his love in countless other ways. Just as you did for him.

"I love you too, Jude," you replied as his lips found your forehead.

Letting his lips pass over your nose, Jude pushed himself.

[staygolddindjarin]

Grief

Chapter two: Rebellion

Din Djarin x Reader x Cassian Andor

Series Summary: Raised on Mandalore, born into a bloodline of warriors, no one ever expected for the daughter of a Clan leader to go rogue. Leaving the life of security and making the journey to fight in the war against the empire meant many things... giving up the way of the Mandalore, and giving up a solid future. A future that involves an arranged marriage to a foundling from another clan.

Chapter warnings: some brief angst, this ones pretty mellow ngl

Words: 3.3k

A/n: i was not expecting such a good response from the first chapter but bruh you guys are amazing- anyway here's part two of my brain's misery

Part 2/?

The trip from Mandalore to the planet of Dantooine was long, and still ongoing. We all took turns, watching to see if we were any closer. After each jump from hyperspace, the transport would stop at a space refueling tank, before slowly going onward toward the destination. We must have been traveling several systems across the galaxy. We had a few laughs, mainly while watching Gander try and steal Shyloh's food from his knapsack while he was sleeping. Most of the other time we all just sat in silence, up until this point.

"What do you think we're all going to do once we get to the rebel base?" Merc raised his voice slightly, barely capturing our attentions as we had all been dozing off, and Shyloh was taking watch at the view point.

"What do you mean?" I had asked, not quite sure of what he was getting at. I sat up straighter against the wall, showing my interest in the newfound conversation.

"What branch do you think you'll end up in?" He was in a daze as he spoke, almost unsure of his intentions of bringing it up. His dark eyes were nearly emotionless under his furrowed brow.

"I hadn't really thought about it. I would say maybe something like mechanics," I said, thinking of the best possible use of my talents. I'm sure there's plenty of mechanical help already assisting the rebels, but with the galactic empire growing it's forces by the day, they needed all the help they could get.

"What about flying?" Shyloh perked up from his seat at the window.

"What about it?" I asked, curious as to why he suddenly thought of the new topic.

"You could do it of you wanted to. Be a pilot, I mean. You have the skills," He told me, but I scoffed. He wasn't in any way shape or form was making an ounce of sense at all.

"Speeder control races are a bit different from piloting fighters against the imperial troops don't you think?" I laughed at the idea, but he rolled his eyes, persistent with his opinion.

"It's less different than you think it is. Also mind you, I never saw you lose a race," He objected, but I wasn't having any of it.

"That's because when I raced, my own credits were on the line," I joked, seeing what he would try and come up with next, only to be met with a cold hard stare, before an answer that would shake me to my core.

"Well, now the freedom of the galaxy is on the line."

My smile dropped from my face and I turned to face the other two, who were looking back at me. They didn't expect that answer either. Shyloh was well known to be a boy of few words, and only really spoke to his friends and family. He was a founding just like the rest of them, but he had been with ths clan longer, due to having been saved from a war infested home as a baby.

He could sometimes be very wise, even if he didn't think he was being so. We weren't sure what it was, but he had this sort of presense that was so powerful. We knew when he would walk in a room, or walk out of it. It's like the air would change. Much like it changed now, with his words rendering us all speechless.

The silence was uncomfortable, and I was the one who left it unresloved, so I spoke up in favor of my crewmates to not keep quiet any longer.

"Perhaps I shall see where I am needed first."

"Perhaps you shouldn't be so afraid to explore an option you would excel in," He again rendered me speechless, and I did not have anything else to say this time. I was young, but my mind was not. I could comprehend thoughts the same way that an adult could. I could handle things just as well and if not better than some, too. He was right. I was simply afraid.

"I think we're finally here," Shyloh said, turning back to look out of the view port again.

"Its about time," Gander stood up, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder and standing at the transport door waiting for it to slide up.

We all followed suit, but Shyloh stopped us and held up a warning finger to stay still.

"There's manding droids, we gotta sneak off carefully. They don't look like bulk but they could be armed," He suggested. We were not yet at the rebel base, meaning these were probably droids of the land, and belonged to whoever oversees the exports on this planet.

When the panel opened, we were all careful to first peek out of the transport. This planet was nothing at all like Mandalore, which was dry and hot. This planet was lush with plants. And the air was slightly humid. It was a very welcome contrast from where I spent most of my life.

We all sneakily bolted out of the transport, ducking down behind one of the cargo units placed outside. We saw an opening in what looked like some sort of forrest patch.

There was a chill in the air on this planet, even in the middle of the day. Mandalore only ever got colder at night, when the sun was down and the moons were shining.

"That was close." Merc mumbled as we began to turn around and head into the grasslands, trying to find the rebel base.

We made sure no one was behind us, and were careful to check if any droids had caught sight of us.

We all went to turn around, but as soon as I did, I collided with someone's chest, rather hard might I add, sending me to the ground on my bottom. I didn't even collide that hard with the person, it was just the shock that sent me backwards.

"Need a hand?" I looked up to see a man, a sly smirk on his face as he held his hand out towards me. I took it without question, heaving myself up from the grassy, and somewhat muddy ground beneath me.

"You must be our contact," Merc smiled, and the man nodded, turning and begining to lead us to a speader that was hovering nearby behind a large set of trees.

"We must be careful not to use names outside of the base. I would be more than happy to formally introduce myself once we reach our final destination," He chuckled. It was only now that I realized he had an accent, a thick one. Probably left over from his native tongue that spilled out his mouth when he spoke galactic basic.

I know that sometimes my accent slips in when i speak. I never had to worry about using Mando'a around my fellow crewmates. They were foundlings, and hadn't been raised to speak it. Shyloh was, but he prefered to use galactic basic anyways because he had forgotten so much of it.

We all boarded the speader, Gander and I sitting on the back, our legs hanging off as we held onto the side bars.

"This might be a bumpy ride for you two," The man said, looking at both of us before giving me a wink. I scrunched my face up, not sure how else to react to it. The man was definitely on the younger side, but I wasn't sure how he could possibly see an interest in me.

Maybe he did and I just didn't want him to. Maybe I was still hinged to the idea that I would go back to Mandalore someday and marry my betrothed. I was so young, and hadn't the slightest idea of what feelings I could possibly be harboring, if any at all.

I couldn't deny I found him appealing. Anyone would, at least any human with eyes that is.

His hair was dark, and so were his eyes. He had a bit of stubble along his jaw and above his lip. He was somewhat scruffy looking, but in a good way.

As the speeder went through the forresty stretch of pathway, I kept turning around to catch a glimpse of him. Each time I did I had to look away fast because Gander would give me weird stares.

I would play it off like I was simply taking in the view of the green planet around me, and he wouldn't seem to notice.

After a while, with quite a few twists and turns, and Gander and I nearly falling off the speeder twice, we arrived to our destination.

We all hopped out of the transport, following the man into a giant cargo port. As soon as I looked to my left I could see an X-wing fighter in all it's glory. I had never seen a real one before, just heard stories and viewed holograms.

"Alright. We have about twelve other recruits arriving on this base today, so you will all be attending orientation this evening. As for right now, you look beat, and should rest. PX-74 will assign you to your bunks," He said, gesturing to the droid before beginning to walk away with a nod, but I stopped him before he could take a step.

"Wait a minute... I believe I recall something about a formal introduction," I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight, trying to give off the look of having as much confidence as I could muster. I was putting on a facade, possibly to make me seem more mature. I didn't know the real reason.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he scanned me up and down with his dark eyes.

"Cassian Andor," He smiled, then looking right back at me with questioning eyes. "And how about you... you got a name?"

"Y/n from clan Maldrix," I said, my confidence wavering a little when he looked at me the way that he did.

"She's a Mandalorian," Shyloh perked up, and I sent him a warning glare.

"Yeah, sixth generation," Merc added, his cocky smile pasted on his face for all to see and be annoyed by.

"A mandalorian? I've heard the stories but I haven't ever met one. Are you-?"

"I'm not," I cut him off before this got twisted into one big lie. "My mother and father are."

"Doesn't that make you one too?" Cassian furrowed his brow but his tone was somewhat joking and humorous.

"No, it does not," I wasn't harsh with the way my voice came out, but I was firm. Though I wasn't one of them, the mandalorians and all they stood for were very important to me.

"Mandalorian is not a race, it's a creed. Some of the best Mandalorians I ever had the pleasure of knowing didn't even have a bloodline from Mandalore. They were foundlings, like these three," I explained, laying out the facts so that there was no longer any confusion lingering, but now there was a tension that was thicker than the trees on this planet.

"Even still, she can fight just as good as any soldier taken the creed," Merc jumped in, trying to clear the air, and thankfully, it seemed to be working.

"She flies even better," Shyloh mentioned, and I swore I could kill him. He was just so pushy sometimes, even with his massive sense of wisdom.

"You fly?" This peaked Andor's interest, and immediately he seemed more engaged towards me.

"I'm not as good as they say I am," I admitted, but he shook his head.

"No, really... if you can fly we could really use you. We're putting together a team for an air raid that's set to happen about one month's time from now," He came up closer to me and stared me in the eye.

"I'm just a kid, I might really let you down," I joked, trying not to get too caught up in his eye contact. His eyes were much darker when you could see them closely.

"I tell you what, I can arrange for you to have time in the flight simulator after orientation. If we feel you would be an asset, we can add you to the strike team," He said, nodding along to his words. I understood that they might need backup, and if push came to shove, I could maneuver faster than any pilot back on Mandalore. I never lost a race, nor did I ever lose a bet.

"Okay."

I could tell I was blushing from the extra attention I was receiving. I wasn't so sure what about me was so enticing that I deserved it.

"I have to go now to pick up the other recruits from a drop station. I leave you in the capable hands of PX-74," He said, returning to his speeder and letting us be lead off into the base.

"There are only so many open bunks left. Two of you will share one, and the other two will be placed with bunk mates." The metalized voice of the PX unit was strong in our ears, and we all followed after him as we ventured into the long hallway at the end of the cargo port.

The droid stopped at a door about midway through the hall and opened it using the side panel on the wall, revealing a young man that seemed almost younger than me even.

"One of you will be staying here. Which will it be?" The droid asked, turning towards our small group.

"I'll take this one," Shyloh said, stepping forward into the bunk to meet his new roomate.

The boy looked a bit frightened at first, but because of Shyloh's powerful yet calming energy, he seemed to relax almost immediately.

He turned and smiled back at us, waving before the IG unit closed the door and kept us going.

He walked us down passed several more doors, maybe more than twenty, before he stopped at another one and opened it up.

Inside sat a young woman, her legs crossed as she sharpened a knife with a smirk on her face. She looked up and made eye contact with me first.

"I wondered how long it would be before they got someone else in here." Her voice was somewhat low and raspy, but it was kind of soothing in a way.

"One of you-" the IG unit began again, but I stopped him, stepping into the bunk with the girl inside.

"I'll take this one." I smiled at the two boys left before the door closed on my new bunk.

I moved to set my knapsack down on the bottom bunk, but my roomate stopped me.

"Bottom one's mine." She said, looking up from her sharpened knife again to inform me of the sleeping arrangements.

I instead threw my knapsack on the top bunk, trying to climb up into it, but failing miserably.

"You need a hand?" She chuckled, watching my lame attempts to swing my leg up high enough. The fact that there was no ladder should have tipped me off.

"I'll be okay, thanks," I laughed, keeping my attitude loose and positive, though this bunk bed was already causing unnecessary problems for me.

"If you say so," She chuckled again, seeing as I finally managed to haul myself up and onto the bed.

"First try," I joked, and she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. I think that we would be getting along, because no one ever laughed at my lame sense of humor.

I laid back, resting my arms behind my head and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"So, where are you from?" She piped up, not taking her eyes away from her previous knife. That thing must mean a lot to her.

"Mandalore," I let out, trying to get comfortable on this lumpy pad that was under my head.

"Actually?" She seemed surprised. Everyone had heard of the planet that the mandalorian tribes had resided upon, and usually they understood what kind of people the place would breed.

"Yeah. Left just in time. Tomorrow's my birthday," I shut my eyes continuing our converastion with one less sense. It didn't matter, though. I was still fully awake.

"What would you have had to do?" She pondered curiously, finally looking up towards the bunk in interest.

"Well, to put it short... tomorrow I would have had to swear my freedom away. No living being would ever be able to see my face again till the day I died," I laid it out plain and simple, and she seemed to understand.

"How old are you?" She asked, her trail of questions getting longer and longer.

"Sixteen tomorrow," I answered, feeling a bit more tired now that my eyes had been closed, and the lights in the bunk rooms were dim.

"You're just a baby," She scoffed. "How could they possibly expect you to make that choice so young?"

"It's just the way it's always been there. This is the way," I remembered. Those words used to be said to me nearly ten times a day, and now they only rung in my mind as a memory.

"That's insane. The people on your planet must be crazy to take an oath like that," She muttered.

"You would think so... the strangest part about it is that there are kids brought back as foundlings that take the creed without hesitation. They don't even belong to a bloodline, they just feel as though they have right to the creed as much as anyone else," I silently remembered Din for a moment. He was the bravest, strongest, most loyal Mandalorian I'd ever known. A foundling.

I began to get bitter at the thought of leaving him. He could have made things better for me if I had just given him a chance. I had to let my head get in the way. I needed to think about something else.

"What about you, huh? Where you from?" I asked, changing the subject as quickly and painlessly as possible.

"Alderaan. Born and raised," She said, getting up from the floor and dropping herself on the bottom bunk.

"You been a lot of places since then?" I asked, but she first let out a heavy sigh before speaking.

"Only too many to count," She said, settling herself on the bunk like I had done.

"Must be nice..." I muttered. Finally able to relax on this pathetic excuse for a bed pad. Of course I couldn't complain. I'm the one who chose the life of the rebellion, including their miserable bedding. "I've never been anywhere outside my home planet until now. I haven't even seen the entirety of my own planet."

"Most new comers are the same. They haven't been anywhere else, then they come here and its like we're moving non stop. Base to base, on just about every planet in this galaxy," She reassured. At least now I didn't feel so out of place.

"How long have you been stationed here?" I asked, unsure of how long I would get to adjust to things.

"A few months. It's likely we'll have to leave soon. There's rumors of the imperials knowing our location," She answered, rolling her eyes, thought I couldn't see from the top bunk.

"You're kidding," I scoffed. After just getting here, I might have to up and leave again. I'll have to learn to accept this new life, it's what I wanted.

"I wish I was, kid," She added.

"I have a name," I retorted back, not a fan of the nickname 'kid'. I waited for her to ask me what it was, but when she stayed silent I sighed. "It's Y/n."

"I'll call you what you are... now get some rest, they'll come pounding on that door in a few hours for orientation," She said, as though she somehow had grown to a habit of mothering me only five minutes after we met. I dropped the conversation and drifted off to sleep, my eyes were too heavy to keep open anymore anyway.

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A/n: okay so like i wrote this a while before everything with gina carano happened and i do not in any way condone her whatsoever so let's pretend she's been recast already...

[ethanesimp]

What Happens Backstage//E.T.

Pairing: Dom! Ethan Torchio x Sub Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Ethan gives you a treat before a performance. 

Request: please write about Ethan on those pictures maybe a smut where Ethan it's like a dom yk I'm so fun of the idea of calling him daddy😭

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, daddy kink, a bit of a praise kink, masturbation... yeah (it starts right off the bat so I just put it under the cut)

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A/N: This is my first smut in like a year? So I hope this is okay and not too cringy. Apart from taking inspiration from those pictures, I also couldn’t help but remember that thing about sex before a performance so uh that’s how this happened ig. But yeah, thanks for the request! Ngl I’m vv scared to post this. Also thank you so much @osterfieldshollandgirl​ for giving me the courage to actually post this thing lmao

He had you pinned against a wall with your hands above your head. Ethan could feel your hot breath on his neck as he massaged your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, "Fuck," You moaned.

Ethan hushed you softly with a quick kiss to your lips, "We don't want anyone to hear us, do we?" You shook your head, "No daddy, of course not."

He smirked and connected his lips to yours in a messy and heated kiss that merely lasted a few seconds. Ethan pulled away, "Good girl," A whine escaped your parted lips, but you bit your bottom lip to suppress the sound. The action made him smirk, he loved that submissive side of you, one that you reserved just for him.

Ethan slowly moved your underwear out of the way and slid two of his fingers into your heat, “You’re so wet for me,” He mumbled and bit your earlobe softly as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly, too slow for your liking but enough to keep you desperate for more.

You nodded, “Always for you.”

You wanted nothing more than to get out of his strong grasp and touch his body underneath the fishnet shirt he was wearing. Wanted nothing more than to pull the tight black jeans down his legs and get on your knees to please him. The thought alone made you go crazy.

But before you could even ask for his permission, Ethan pulled away. He let your hands go and licked his fingers clean while he kept a hand on your chin, just to make sure you kept looking at him. 

You whined and watched as he walked away without saying anything other than “I’m late for the soundcheck,” Leaving you wet and craving his touch. 

——

You were zoned out for most of their soundcheck. your thoughts couldn’t help but go back to the feeling of his fingers and lips. When Ethan caught you staring, he shot you a wink and that was enough for you to sneak away once you were sure no one was watching. You hurried down the halls of the empty arena and closed the door behind you once you had reached Ethan’s dressing room. 

Eager to get yourself off, you slid your jeans and underwear down your legs and lied down on the inviting couch. You slowly let your hands travel down your body and imagined they were his instead. Your hands slowly slid underneath your shirt and you started to massage your breasts over the pretty red bra you were wearing.

 Your other hand traveled up your legs as you parted them and pulled your shirt up so it rested just below your breasts. Then, after a quick glance at the clock on the wall that told you it would be long before your boyfriend came back, you let your fingers swipe through your folds. 

It felt good. Nowhere near as good as his skillful fingers, but you were desperate after being denied an orgasm more than three times already. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you circled your clit with your thumb.

That pleasure was unfortunately cut short the moment you heard the door open and close before a familiar voice spoke up, “What a fucking brat, couldn’t wait for daddy to come back, could you?” 

You closed your legs and retracted your hand. Ethan tsked and placed one of his warm hands over your knee. He looked breathtaking as he looked down at you, his long hair pulled into a loose bun and his bare chest still glistening with sweat from playing.

His hand moved up your leg teasingly and stayed on your hip as he leaned down and whispered in your ear, “Don’t you dare get shy on me, pretty girl. Go ahead and keep going for me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of him watching you. It wouldn’t be the first time since he loved to make you touch yourself in front of the mirror in his room as he whispered how beautiful you were, but it was still a thought that made you clench your thighs together and your toes curl.

Ethan seemed to take notice of it, and with a laugh, he pushed your legs apart, "Be good and do as I say."

He sat down on the other side of the couch as you nodded and let your hand travel down your body once again. Your movements weren’t as urgent anymore, especially with his eyes following your every move attentively. 

You slipped a finger into your heat as you circled your clit with your thumb. A few whimpers escaped your lips at the feeling and you bucked your hips forward after adding a second finger to get them deeper inside you. Ethan started palming himself over his black jeans as he watched, “You look so beautiful touching yourself for me, dolcezza.”

Even if he was enjoying the breathtaking sight in front of him, Ethan spoke once again once he knew you were close to coming, “Okay, that’s enough,” You whined at his words, and would’ve kept on going if you weren’t curious as to what he was about to do next.

He pulled you closer to him until you were straddling his lap. Ethan slowly slid his hands up your sides and gave your hips a soft squeeze. He took off your shirt with ease and threw it on the floor before he pulled you even closer to kiss your lips. Unlike the kiss you had shared before, this one was slow. Ethan took his sweet time moving his lips against yours as his hands roamed your half-naked body.

Ethan toyed with the clasp of your bra before unclasping it. He slid the straps off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor next to your shirt. His calloused hands roughly massaged your breasts as he kept on kissing you.

You wanted to let your hands tangle themselves into his long dark hair, but before you could even think about it, Ethan held them down and pulled away, “Be a good girl for me and keep your hands to yourself. If you behave I might consider making it up to you for all the times I didn’t let you come. You’d like that, wouldn’t you princess?”

“Yes daddy, I’d love that,” You mumbled. 

“That’s my girl,” He whispered before pressing his lips to your neck. Ethan left a trail of kisses from your neck all the way down to the valley of your breasts as he pinched and twisted your nipples, eliciting soft whimpers from you. 

He wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked while he massaged your other breast. You had to resist the urge to lean your chest forward and grab him by the hair to bring him even closer to you because you were fully aware that if you disobeyed his rules, Ethan would probably stop and leave, no matter how aroused he was.

You whimpered as you felt him lick a line from above your belly button to the valley of your breasts. His hands were firmly placed on your sides as he turned you around awkwardly until he was the one straddling you. You giggled at his awkwardness and he smiled in return, but it didn’t take long for his smile to vanish at the sight of your naked body underneath his. There was so much he wanted to do to you.

“Aren’t you just perfect?” Ethan mumbled as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. The feather-like touch of his lips on your thighs sent a shiver down your spine as you watched him kneeling in front of you. 

Ethan swung both of your legs over his shoulders as his hands caressed your legs. He kissed all the way up the inside of your thigh, his eyes always focused on yours. Ethan was teasing you endlessly and he knew it was working too damn well. All you wanted was for him to end all that teasing and put his mouth to good use. 

There was nothing Ethan enjoyed more than to watch you squirm in anticipation at his next move. You looked so perfect and no matter how corny it sounded, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.

He finally stopped his teasing by sliding two fingers into you as his lips sucked your clit. You moaned at the unexpected action and couldn’t help but arch your back. He didn’t waste a second to him you down with his free arm as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace.

Too lost in the pleasure, you let yourself forget all about his rules and let your hands travel to his long hair. He didn’t seem to mind because he kept going anyways, so you tested the waters and pulled at the strands of hair that were tangled in your hands. 

“You taste so fucking good,” He smiled and didn’t waste a second to keep going after his praise. Ethan eventually slid his fingers out of you and replaced them with his tongue instead, which only made you moan even harder at the feeling.

Had he kept on going, you would’ve been so close to coming. Unfortunately, he stopped all his movements the moment someone knocked on the door. You couldn’t help but mentally curse out whoever had done it because of their stupid fucking timing.

“Ethan, what the fuck? You said you’d be gone for five minutes and it’s already been half an hour!” You heard Thomas shout. At the sound of his annoyed voice, Ethan got up.

He bit his lip as he looked at you. Ethan got closer only to whisper in your ear, “Guess I’m late for soundcheck again,” Your mouth fell open at his words and he chuckled mockingly, “You really thought I’d let you off the hook so easily after disobeying my rules again, princess? I hope you actually behave and wait until I come back.”

And just like that, he walked out of the door, leaving you just as aroused and desperate for him as you’d been earlier. 

[rivangel]

EPIUSODE 83 FREOIFJE

AHHHHH I NEEDED TO TALK ABT THIS ONE IM

it sent me into a levi induced paralysis all of today + i was avoiding social media like the plague so i needed a sec ejhrfir

HOLY SHIT. levi. levi le vi hange levi. let me just

he looks so so sad... or sorry, even, in the last one :(( i imagine he feels so guilty for not taking out zeke and getting injured in the process. UGh😭 GOD BU OKSY LOOK

whoever drew and animated the forest scene needs their dick sucked or their pussy ate fr. im simply reeling. GOD HES SO PRETTY AND I LOVE HIM AND HANGE 😭

ok enough of me being hornie. the fact levi heard them talking also means they heard them settle on the fact that it was 'their turn'. thats all im gonna say but it re-contextualizes some things for me.

tumblr doesnt like it when there are more than 10 images in a post so imma post the sweet lovely stunning screencaps i saved from hange+levi talking with magath and pieck seperately. but. i rly have no complaints at all. Hiroshi Kamiya did a fucking incredible job voice acting for levi.

idc a man like levi admitting that he cant dodge a bullet but also appealed to the 'enemy' in "this sad state" spoke volumes to me. levi hange precious and mappa fed us well

CAN I ALSO HAVE A MOMENT TO HARP ON ERWIN??? THE CRUMBS I ACTUALLY SQUEAKED IT WAS A JUMPSCARE BC I THOUGHT MAPPA WOULD JUST REUSE ASSETS FROM WIT BUT OMMGGGGG

tFUCK HE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!!

ok actual commentary. when i read the manga for the first time and got to connie's subplot with feeding falco?? i thought isayama really retconned his character ngl - granted i never liked connie as much as everyone else😭 sorry.

then again, connie rly lost his whole entire family - but how would connie's mother have even used the jaw titan to fight back? if he was resigned to the fact that eren was destroying the world other than Eldia, i suppose it'd make sense + connie was very blinded by grief with sasha, and having to see his mother in this state for years. jean made his own mistake by joining up with a jeagerists, resigning to the fact that he couldnt fight back.

i used to think connie was immature and dumb here, but i understand his actions (especially seeing how he doesnt know falco beyond the fact that hes a marleyan + was with gabi, who killed sasha).

that image of connie smiling when he told falco to brush his mother's teeth tho?? cursed. Cursed.

armin's inferiority complex :(((( that he cant size up to erwin :(( poor baby. armin was so brave too - he was genuinely willing to sacrifice his life (and his titan) to save connie's mother so it wouldnt be falco.

tho: even tho falco being just a kid caught up in a bunch of shit has a part in it, i think armin genuinely believed he would be more useful by dying considering all the chaos. fuck

i feel rly bad for mikasa too - imagine loving this person who saved ur life and spent the vast majority of ur life growing up beside... only to hear that he hates you?? and is set on destroying the world?? and that he wanted to throw the gift u have held close to ur heart (literally) for years?? ALL IN ONE DAY?? AND UR OTHER COMRADE IS APPARENTLY JOINING UP WITH THE JAEGERISTS? AND U DONT KNOW WHERE UR LEADERS (levi and hange) ARE IN ALL THIS??

plus manga spoilers in a flashback, but i wont get into that here.

jeez😭 in other news i cant help but rly rly dislike the girl who idolized mikasa sm. i know she saved her in season 1... she rly wanted to follow in her footsteps, but there's such a thing as idolizing someone too much. it's like she was left with no other goal in life but to be mikasa - she wasnt even her own person anymore. it's tragic.

i laughed so hard when onyakopon called the jaygerists 'xenophobic shits' LMAO - even when jean held a gun to his head. and then, when JEAN STOOD UP FOR ONYAKOPON! i forgot a few things from the manga evidently - that part fucking shook me.

also: jean pushing floch out of the way of the Cart - obviously, it was all a part of the escape plan. but floch couldnt know that right after the fact - which makes how 😐😒 he was right after especially shitty. for all he knew jean sacrificed his life - fucking asshole.

this mention of marco made me scream😭ok i couldnt control myself - not even for ship reasons as much as what marco must represent to jean. i fucking love jean's character, the fact that he's grown so so much since being a hotheaded pompous asshole who wanted in with the MP... the fact that he still thinks abt marco just fucking destroys me. i love him.

i couldnt help myself. this part was so funny, but i unironically felt super sad for hitch when annie up and left to join up with the others. idk i took that personally :( im glad annie is becoming more redeemed in this part of the season though - she killed a shit ton of scouts, but just like almost everyone else in aot, her morals are so grey that i love her anyway.

the terror on reiner's face when he saw the 104th😭these people who he felt guilt abt for years and stewed in so much regret mustve been a horrible wake up call lol. but gabi and falco are there!!

when ch126 came out (the one where that panel is from) it was shit on a lot, especially on reddit but i cant remember why✋ so stupid. i love this panel - it's one of those iconic ones - and it rly represents how everyone, enemies and friends, are coming together and resolving to stop the Rumbling, as little power as they may hold.

ive hit my picture limit on this post. HOWEVER - i fucking loved this episode. the pacing was immaculate, and the intro+outro hit so hard, as always. it was a great choice to adapt both 125 and 126 in this episode.

THE TO BE CONTINUED !! i cant wait - ch127 sticks in my mind for a lot of reasons but i wont get into it for spoiler reasons. AHHH IM JUST PSYCHED!

anyway 9.5/10 (.5 for how juicy mappa made levi eeek).

[oddishblossom]

Check up tag! :)

thank you so much for the tag @lans-rabbit-glade 💕 these tag games are so much fun 🥰

how has your day been?

ngl it was kinda long and boring (i was at work haha) but i just got home so i’m free from that and ready to start making some fried rice :)

what was the last thing that made you smile?

ooh, i was looking at my notes and it was the last notification that @maikhiwi00 sent me! just so you know i read all the tags and some of you people are so hilarious and sweet 💕💕

if you’re in quarantine/self-isolation, is there something you’d like to achieve in this time?

sadly nope. i was quarantined for two weeks back in july because 3 family members that i lived with tested positive, but i just played video games the entire time and after we were all in the clear i went back to work :/ i got my vaccine two months ago and so did all of my family so i’m feeling a little less scared :)

post a selfie (only if you’re comfortable!)

*surprised pikachu face* but i’m shy 🙈 maybe i’ll post a selfie another day. but for now, may i offer you a few pictures of my dog? he’s the best boy in the world and his name is balto he’s almost 2 years old :)

Tagging: @maikhiwi00 @bioerin @danhoemei @fuckingspacequeen @minniedlucca & whoever sees this and would like to do it too! But as always, only if you want to and please let me know if you would like me to remove your mention or not tag you in these games 😊💕

[x1-imaginesreturns]

The Flower Exchange

Masterlist

Pairing: Seungwoo x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5,373

Notes: Here’s the fixed version!! Yes, this is technically the soulmate au, but I don’t think there needs to be a a set system of how to get your soulmate for people to be soulmates! Also this is an idea my best friend and I came up with one day (the class itself, not the imagine) and I applied to my idea of how I would confess to someone ngL, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Song Recommendation: Flower Shower - HyunA

Requested: Yes (I apologize that this took so long anon!!!)

Last year, when you were signing up for classes, you would’ve never expected to see your crush, Han Seungwoo, in a class like Plant Care 101. 

But there he was, smiling at you as you walked through the door of Room 93. “Hey y/n, right?,” he says kindly, “Nice to see you! How was your summer?”

Needless, to say, you almost bolted backwards out of that classroom. It was your fifth period class, right after lunch, and you hadn’t had any other class with Seungwoo yet. 

You stood there like an idiot for almost a minute, your brain scrambling for any combination of words that you could answer him with. And as your face got to the peak of redness, you barely squeaked out, “It was gooood??? How was yours?”

He giggles slightly before saying, “You’re adorable y/n. My summer was good, but.. um, you’re blocking the doorway.” And of course, you shot forward, the complete opposite way of where your brain was screaming at you to do. 

The few people behind you clambered into the classroom as you awkwardly slid into the seat you had calculated to be the farthest away from what you assumed to be Seungwoo’s seat.

But your mind immediately flashed away from Seungwoo and that embarrassing moment as you watched your two best friends, Dongpyo and Eunjeong walk into the classroom.

The three of you had agreed to take the class together, as you were too afraid to take it by yourself, Eunjeong liked to join you in random things, and Dongpyo couldn’t decide on an elective class anyways.

“Hey y/n!,” Eunjeong says excitedly, “We should walk together from lunch for now on.” You nod at her statement, and wave at Dongpyo as he sits down in the seat in front of you, right next to a somewhat close friend of yours, Eunsang.

“Yeah,” you answer, “Everything’s just a little off cause it’s the first day of a new year, that’s all.” She nods back at you, and she easily slides into the seat next to you.

As soon as she strikes up a conversation with Dongpyo and Eunsang, your eyes stray back to Seungwoo. He’s already deep in conversation with his deskmate, Seungyoun, and you start to zone out, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. 

After what feels like five seconds, the final bell rings, shaking you out of your trance. And when you look back over, Eunjeong’s eyebrows are raised and her eyes are giving you a look that’s saying, ‘You better tell me about this later.’

However, she immediately looks away as your teacher finally speaks up. She’s clearly very young, and her desk is covered in different assortments of potted plants, especially flowers. 

“Hello everyone!,” she calls out, “My name is Ms. Kim, and I shall be your Plants  Care 101 teacher this year. I hope everyone in here is serious about this class because this class requires lots of attention to detail.”

“If you are not serious about this class and just took it to get an easy grade, I would suggest that you get of this class now. My class will not be like that. It will extremely hard for those of you who are not dedicated.”

“Those of you who are ready to learn, this class will not be too difficult,” she finishes, clasping her hands together, “Now let me take roll, and I shall go over everything we will be learning this school year!”

~~

Your first day of school somehow went well. But of course, Plant Care stood out the most to you. Ms. Kim seemed like a great teacher... and of course, that was your only class with Seungwoo.

Why do you even like Seungwoo anyways?

Well, maybe if your parents hadn’t decided to move into the house directly across from his, you wouldn’t have been blinded by his smile when him and his parents came over to introduce themselves.

And maybe if he hadn’t spent so much time at your house during the first half of high school when his parents left on all of their business trips, you wouldn’t have found out that his personality was one of a kind too.

But now, Seungwoo had moved on from you and no longer asked you if you wanted to eat lunch with him and his friends or popped up at your front door randomly, asking if he could stay the night on your couch.

‘But it’s whatever right?,’ you think to yourself as you started to drift to sleep, ‘It’s all in the past... Everyone changes eventually...’

~~

The first semester of this school year passed by quickly, and you were rapidly thrown into the second one after a seemingly long winter break. You and Seungwoo had started interacting more, and he even showed up on your doorstep from time, desperate for your help on how to care for the various plants assigned for him to care of.

It certainly didn’t let your feelings fade.

But Ms. Kim had been hinting for a while, ever since second semester had started that there would be a big and fun project that was going to start right before Valentine’s Day.

And sure enough, the day before February started, Ms. Kim had already placed down papers upon all your desks, titled “The Flower Exchange”.

As soon as the bell had rung, Ms. Kim had started up with her usual greeting, “Hello class! I’m sure you can all see and read what’s coming your way!”

“The flower exchange! A fourteen day long project that will have you confessing your deepest feelings to one of your fellow classmates. This is all in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, of course!”

“Valentine’s Day is mostly about romance, of course, but we can also use this time of year to display our inner gratitude to our closest friends and family. Now, I’m sure all of you are curious to how the pairings will work.”

“Everyone will come up here, and pick the person they want to anonymously send messages to. Everyone can only be picked once, so there will not be two people assigned to one person. Whoever is chosen to pick last, they will unfortunately just have to pick the person who was not chosen.”

Excited whispers rushed around the room as people started planning on who they were going to pick, some people calling “dibs” on the person they wanted the most.

Of course, your mind strayed to Seungwoo immediately. ‘I could use this chance to secretly confess to him,’ you thought excitedly, but as soon as you thought that, Ms. Kim spoke up again.

“And on Valentine’s Day,” she starts, “With your final bouquet arrangement and letter, you will reveal yourself to the person you’ve been sending flowers to.”

‘Guess I’m not picking Seungwoo then,’ you thought hurriedly, ‘I can’t go on and on about my undying love for him and then have to tell him who I am. I’m not ready for that.’

“Alright, I just randomized everyone’s name so, Seungwoo, you’ll be picking first!,” Ms. Kim calls out, and Seungwoo walks up to the front of the class. He hesitates for a few seconds when Ms. Kim presents him with the list of names, before he points at name on the sheet.

He sits down with a soft smile on his face, clearly happy about the choice he just made. His cheeks are also dusted with a light blush, and you can’t help but look away and blush too.

‘If only he had picked me,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I wish Seungwoo would think of me like that.’

You immediately shook yourself from those thoughts as you heard your friend’s name be called. And since she was second, you knew exactly who she would pick. Ever since Eunsang had started participating in your guy’s conversations, she had started developing a crush on him. 

And of course, she looked super giddy as she slid back into her seat, and you sent her a not-so-subtle wink. She blushed darkly, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it, as Ms. Kim called out another name. 

Name after name was called, but yours was never called. Until Ms. Kim said, “Last but not least, y/n.” You slid out of your seat, and sighed to yourself before walking to the front of the classroom. 

As you looked on the role sheet, you silently exhaled a breath of relief, as Dongpyo was the only person left. You felt bad knowing that he would figure it out eventually, but you were also happy that it was someone you knew.

Ms. Kim started up again as soon as you were back in your seat, “So, here’s how this is going to work. Every day in class, you will be given a computer and a packet of different flowers with their meanings next to a picture of the flower.”

“You can use the computer to look up if the flower has different colors and different styles of arrangements that can possibly change the message of your bouquet altogether,” she continues, “And at the end of the class period, you will hand me a piece of paper that has all of the flowers you want in the bouquet on it, how many of each flower or accent plant you would like, and the style of arrangement you would like your flowers to be in.”

“If you would also like to give your person a letter to go along with the bouquet, just turn it in at the end of class, before school, or at lunch. Just a fair warning though, I will be reading them.”

“This is just meant to be a fun project for Valentine’s day but you’re welcome to take it seriously if you so desire to,” she finishes, “Go grab a computer and get started! After all, tomorrow is the first day of February!”

Everyone immediately darted up to grab a computer and Ms. Kim started placing the packets upon everyone’s desk as we did so. And as we all rushed back to our seats, Ms. Kim darted out of the way as we almost trampled her in our excited rush, and giggled to herself as she sat back down herself.

The rest of the period was practically dead silent as everyone focused intently on finishing their first bouquet. And everyone jumped five feet out of their seats when the bell rang. The entire classroom was a mess again as you all rushed to give Ms. Kim your papers and put all of the computers away as well. 

You were just curious as to who was making a bouquet for you.

~~

The next day, your stomach was filled with butterflies all throughout. You were quite nervous for Plant Care, for obvious reasons, and you were so curious as to what this person wanted to say to you.

And of course, when you walked into Room 93, each desk had a bright, colorful, and well-thought out bouquet upon them. Only a few had actual letters next to them, and as you approached your back row seat, you noticed the camellias that highlighted the bouquet, along with the neat, hand-written letter next to it.

You slid into your seat rapidly, too nervous to even wait a second later to read it. But, of course, you had to wait until the bell had rung to start. Ms. Kim’s rules, not yours. 

Once the bell rung, the classroom went into clamor. Everyone was trying to figure out what the bouquet they got meant, but you immediately picked up the letter and glued your eyes to the paper.

Dear y/n,

I’m so glad that I got to pick you... the person I’ve been waiting to confess to since I first met you.

Your eyes immediately widened and you were gaping like you never had before. ‘Someone likes me?,’ you thought rushedly, ‘Who? How? Why? When? Where?’

I still remember the wide-eyed look you gave me when you first saw me, and the dazzling smile and blush that adorned your face right after. This bouquet is meant to be representative of that. 

‘Whoever this is put a lot of thought into this,’ you immediately thought, ‘Like who in their right mind would go out of their way to put this much thought into something like this... for me?’

First off, there are two white camellias in the bouquet. White camellias specifically mean “you’re adorable” which is exactly what I thought when I saw that dazzling smile of yours. Secondly, there is a pair of pink camellias. Pink camellias mean “longing for you”, which I’m sure speaks for itself. Finally, without counting the accent flower, there is one red camellia. Red camellias mean “you’re a flame in my heart” which describes exactly what you do to me.

Your face was so red at this point, you swear you were going to explode. “Y/n, are you okay?,” Eunjeong asks, “Your face has been getting redder and redder the more you read that letter you’ve got there.”

“Yeah, I’m g-good!,” you answer nervously, fanning your face with your hands as your friends giggle at you. They go back to examining their bouquets, and you immediately go back to reading the letter.

And of course, the accent flower I chose is the lovely chamomile flower. They’re quite beautiful, I think, and they add a great touch to this bouquet. Chamomile flowers mean “patience”, so I think altogether this bouquet means “I find you adorable, and although my heart longs for you, I shall be patient and wait for you to reciprocate my feelings.”

I’m quite nervous writing this, as I’ll never be quite sure of what exactly you think of all this. But I’m also happy because I get the chance to display my truest feelings to you, in a way I never thought I would.

I really do like you, y/n. I hope you like every bouquet that is to come.

                                                                                                        Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

Your eyes frantically darted up and down the page again, not truly believing what the letter was actually saying. But the letters never changed.

And now, with your heart beating wildly out of control, you knew you were developing feelings for this mysterious confessor already.

But didn’t you like Seungwoo?

~~

By the time the next school day had arrived, your mind was a train wreck. Your feelings were bouncing every which way, and it didn’t help that Seungwoo came over last night, asking to borrow a couple of your nice art markers. 

His smile illuminated by the pale moonlight is something that could easily destroy anyone’s heart, you swear. 

But of course, 5th period rolled around again, and you were once again greeted with tabletops full of flowers as you walked into Room 93. And once again, a letter sat next to the bright yellow bouquet of daffodils that had been put on your desk.

And as the bell rung, you immediately grabbed the letter and started reading it slowly, still believing what you read yesterday was a lie.

Dear y/n,

I hope you enjoyed yesterday’s bouquet! Today’s arrangement is a little bit more simple, but it’s still just as meaningful to me. As you can see, it is just a simple bunch of daffodils, but there is a hidden meaning within that. Presenting someone with a single daffodil means “misfortune” but giving someone and entire bunch means “joy or happiness”. Even besides that, daffodils can mean “new beginnings”, “unrequited love”, or even “eternal love”. The message of this bouquet is “even if you never return my feelings, I hope you will always stay happy”. 

I can already tell that it’s going to become really hard to choose flowers at some point, because there are so many things I want to tell you, y/n. Have a good rest of your day!

                                                ��                                                        Sincerely,

                                                                                             Your Flower Prince

Your face stayed red from the moment you finished reading the letter all the way until Seungwoo appeared at your window once again, this time to return the markers he took from you last night.

“Thanks,” you scoffed out, not sure what had come over you. Seungwoo immediately tilted his head at you and said, “Is something wrong y/n? You’re clearly bothered by something.”

“I-,” you start, not sure if you should tell him. He is part of your inner dilemma after all, “You see, well, there’s this guy I like and have liked for a while... but whoever had been sending me the bouquets and letters in Plant Care is really starting to grow on me, ya know?”

Seungwoo nods at all of this, a strange expression plastered on his face. “But see, the thing is,” you say, piping right up, “They could be the same person... and I won’t know until Valentine’s Day and it’s already killing me!”

You sigh, and Seungwoo subtly leans closer to your face. “Well, just go with what your heart ends up telling you y/n. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

As you look back up at him to say thanks, he leans down quickly and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before jumping up from his position at your window and darting back over to his house.

Every muscle and bone inside of you is completely frozen as you watch Seungwoo’s light turn on again. And as you crookedly slide yourself into bed that night, you can’t help but think...

“What if Seungwoo’s the one sending the flowers?”

~~

Once again, the next day, there was a neatly arranged bouquet on your desk. Not like that was going to change. And next to it, again, was a hand-written letter.

Dear y/n,

The day where I get to reveal myself seems so far away, but yet, so closer at the same time. Anyways, today we have forget-me-nots, irises, and maidenhair ferns making up your bouquet! Forget-me-nots mean “true love memories”, which to me, is any time I get to see or spend time in your presence. Irises mean “a message”, which of course, this project is all about. Finally, maidenhair ferns represent “secret bonds of love”, which I believe is what we’re doing right now. I’m sharing my truest, and most secret declarations of love to you, which has strengthen this secret bond we have going on. Which means this bouquet means “I love creating sacred memories with you and I want to bond over them as we spend more time together”.

I hope you’re at least enjoying the thought put into these bouquets, as I know you’re doing the same for whoever you’re writing to.

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

~~

Soon enough, the number of handwritten letters that sat in the drawer in which you kept things that meant a lot to you was up to thirteen. You somehow brought yourself to read each and every one of them before you went to bed at night, and it filled your dreams with happiness.

Which is what you were currently doing now, you had just started on the fourth...

Dear y/n,

Today’s bouquet is a little more sporadic, but it still gets my message across all the same. First up, we have Jonquils, which are a part of the daffodil family, but are often mistaken for daffodils themselves. Anyways, they mean “love me” or “a desire for returned affection”. Secondly, we have purple lilacs, which mean “first love”. Finally, there are blue salvias, which mean “I think of you”. And if you tie it all together, this bouquet means “I think of you as my first true love, and I do truly wish you returned my affections.

Also, if you haven’t noticed, I’m going to try and keep these more brief, since you already know the gist of these letters already. I hope you’re enjoying the messages though!

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Not too much longer until I reveal myself. I’m seriously worried that you’ll be disappointed, but I know you’re too kind to do anything harsh to me. First in today’s bouquet, we have stock. This flower means “bonds of affection” or “you’ll always be beautiful to me”. Second, there’s some viscaria flowers sprinkled in there, which mean “will you dance with me?”. And finally, there’s a single red carnation which represents my “love” for you. All in all, this bouquet means “I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world, do you mind sparing a dance with me?”.

A little crazy and jumbled of a message, I know haha

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Time just seems to be ticking by. I know I just said not too longer, but it feels like time is running at it's slowest ever. Today we start off with the lovely purple violets, which symbolize that my thought were occupied with love while making this arrangement. Next is a beautiful lavender rose, which means “love at first sight”. And finally, for the accent, I added acacia blossoms which represent “concealed love”. Altogether, this bouquet means, “I fell in love with you at first sight, but I have hidden it away from you for so long”.

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Let’s just get right into it, you know the drill by now. Firstly, we have just the right amount of aster flowers, which mean “elegance” or “love of a variety”. Secondly, there are some beautiful crocus flowers, which are at their best this time of year, they mean “cheerfulness”. Thirdly, we have some dill stalks which mean “protection against evil”. Finally, there are some gladiolus’s which represent “faithfulness”. This bouquet means “I will be faithful to you, beautiful you, in everything we do and I will protect you from all evil to keep your cheerful demeanor alive”.

                                                                                                      Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

I wonder if you have a list of people in mind who you think could possibly be the one sending you these letters. Maybe I’m one of the people you’re keeping in mind... anyways, today we start with the gloxinia flower. They mean “love at first sight”. Next, there is a bunch of lavender heather flowers which represent “admiration”. And finally there are honeysuckle flowers which mean “bonds of love”. Altogether, this bouquet means “I fell in love with you at first sight and I admire you through the bond we’ve created. 

I know some of these flowers mean the same thing, but I’m trying my best to come up with an original meaning for each and every one.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

I sometimes also wonder if you keep my letters or just simply throw them away... I’m sure I will figure out all of the answers to my questions when I finally receive your response bouquet. Up first today are the white jasmine flowers in your bouquet, which mean “sweet love”. Secondly, there are more purple lilacs, which as you already know mean “first love”. And finally, there are some gorgeous morning glory flowers, which represent “affection”. All in all, this arrangement means “you are my sweet, first love, and I wish for your affection”. 

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Only four more days until I finally am forced to reveal myself. I hope you’re at least curious to who has been sending you these. First off, we have a pair of narcissus flowers, which can also be easily mistaken for daffodils, but they mean “stay as sweet as you are”. Next, there are a few red poppies in the bouquet, which represent “pleasure”. Lastly, the arrangement is accented with a few vines of smilax, which symbolize “loveliness”. When put together, the message of this bouquet is “Stay as lovely and sweet as you are, for it is always a pleasure to be with you”.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Three more days! I am also quite curious to who you’ve been sending bouquets, too, and what kind of message you’ve been secretly conveying to them. Anyways, we start off with the quite bold sunflowers, which represent “adoration” or “dedicated love”. Second, there are quite a lot of sweet pea flowers that add quite a pop of color to the arrangement, wouldn’t you say? They mean “bliss”. Finally, the bouquet is dotted with plenty of yarrow flowers, which symbolize “everlasting love”. This arrangement means “my love is dedicated and everlasting only for you”.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

I’m getting quite nervous, as we both know there are only two more days in which I can hide myself behind the veil of the unknown. But firstly, we have yellow tulips decorating the bouquet, which mean “sunshine in your smile”. Next, there are many different colors of wallflowers, which represent “faithfulness in adversity”. And lastly, there are a couple leaf roses to complete the arrangement, symbolizing “hope”. So, this bouquet means “I see sunshine and hope when you smile, and in those moments, I know that nothing will go wrong”.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

Dear y/n,

Today is the last day where I am still completely hidden behind the mask of “your flower prince”. I am eager, yet fearful of your inevitable response. Anyways, we first start off with a rose of sharon, which definitely could confuse someone, as they look eerily similar to hibiscus flowers, but they mean “consumed by love”. Secondly, there are some amaryllis within the bouquet, which represent “splendid beauty” or “worth beyond beauty”. Finally, the arrangement is accented with the little apple blossoms which symbolize “preference”. Altogether, this bouquet means “I prefer your beauty to anyone else’s, and my heart is consumed by my love for you”.

I hope you won’t be disappointed by who I am.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Your Flower Prince

__

You threw yourself on your bed, landing face first in your pillow, before letting out a scream. This person... was really making you feel things for them. They clearly had spent so much time on making what was supposed to be a simple project, special and specific to their admirations for you.

And now more than ever, your mind had completely strayed from Seungwoo, only thinking of this mysterious entity now.

‘Well tomorrow I’ll get my answers, won’t I?,’ you thought to yourself as you turned back over on your bed, ‘But then again... what if it is actually Seungwoo?’

~~

Instead of time moving slow like you wanted it to today, each one of your class flew by rapidly, and soon enough, of course, you were trudging into Room 93. You swear, every where you looked today, there were couples. Holding hands, hugging, you name it.

You couldn’t even lie to yourself. You were jealous of all of them. Even though you were going to find out the identity of “your flower prince”, you were still worried that it wouldn’t work out how you wanted it too.

But as you walked into the classroom, you couldn’t help but notice that most of the bouquets on everyone’s desk were quite simple, all adorned with delicate, handwritten letters next to them.

Except... the bouquet on your desk was quite large, and an abundant array of colors was sprouting from the neat wrapping on it. And next to it lay another letter, except this one was considerably longer than the rest, and it was carefully printed in cursive. 

You nervously slid into your seat, and examined each and every flower with the time you had before the bell rang. Every single one of the flowers at least looked familiar, and you felt as though you couldn’t wait another second to uncover the message of this arrangement.

But just as the bell rang, you slid your hand to the letter and started to pick it up, but Ms. Kim called out, “I know all of you are excited to figure out who your person is, but let me announce something first.”

Everyone’s eyes immediately darted up from their letters, and Ms. Kim continued, “Due to a change in the district’s scheduling, you’ll have to respond to your person on your own time. We can’t spare another day, but I’ll still give you the rest of the period to figure out how you want to do that.”

“Good luck everyone, I hope you’ve all enjoyed this project! Since everyone was on top of it, and everyone gave me an arrangement list every day, everyone gets an A!,” Ms. Kim finishes, giving all of us a friendly smile before sitting back down at her desk.

Your eyes fly right back onto the letter, and you start right from the top, already seeing the familiar beginning of their letters...

Dear y/n,

Today is the day! I present you with the final bouquet. I really poured my heart into this project, as I knew I finally had an opportunity to truly confess to you. It was easy to see the flowers and meanings I could use to convey my truest, and deepest feelings for you, and plus I got to hide who I truly am for a whole two weeks. You mean a lot to me y/n, and I’ve been captivated by you since the day you moved across from me. 

Your mind immediately started going insane. There was no other possibility to who this could be now.

And by that statement, I’m sure you’ve already figured out exactly who I am. But before we get into that, I’ll explain today’s bouquet. I know most of my messages have been somewhat complicated, but for the final one, I decided to go a little bit simpler. Simply put, this arrangement contains one of each of the flowers I have previously sent to you during this project. And altogether, this bouquet means...

“I like you.”

Creative, I know, but I have to get the real confession out of the way. But as you’re reading this letter, I’m sure I’m anxiously sitting at the front of the class, wondering what exactly you will say back to me.

Out of habit, you look up at him. He doesn’t appear to be nervous at all, and is striking up a friendly conversation with Wooseok. You instantly turn your eyes back down to the paper.

Well, at least internally. And at this point, I can’t predict anything anymore. I know you told me the other night that the person you liked could be the same person who was sending you the bouquets in class. And well, I couldn’t help but hope and imagine that the person you were thinking of was me. Anyways... I’m sure you’re just waiting for me to actually write my name out on the paper, so you can confirm your suspicions.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                           Han Seungwoo

~~

That night as you sat in your bed, you knew Seungwoo was nervously anticipating your response. And you couldn’t help but think of all the times Seungwoo has come hopping over to your window, asking for a small favor. 

And now, you were silently sliding out of your front door, a handwritten letter and a piece of tape in hand. You got across the street easily, sliding right up to Seungwoo’s bedroom window.

You stuck the piece of tape to the top of the paper and nervously exhaled before loudly slamming the letter onto his window. You then launched into a sprint and quietly got back inside of your house, peering out of your window just as Seungwoo reached out and grabbed the letter.

Your letter read...

Dear Seungwoo,

This really isn’t how I thought you’d go about confessing to me, you dork. But... to be honest, I fell for you the first time I saw you when your family came over to say hello. Your smile is wayyy more dazzling than mine, I hope you know that. And now that I know you were the one sending me the letters... my heart is going absolutely crazy for you. I’m not very good at this whole writing letters thing... so I’ll just state exactly what I think you want to hear.

I like you too.

                                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                                             y/n

[punkscowardschampions]

Liam & Edie

Liam: [alright so she’s gonna get there super early so the first question is do we want any kind of interaction with his poor mother first or do we save that for later]

Edie: [In my head it’s literally early enough that she could still be asleep but also if it’s the week ‘cos summer, she COULD be going to work, unless she does a moomin and takes it off, so I’m easy with either]

Liam: [yeah I was thinking like it’s technically day 5 but it’s early enough of an arrival you could call it day 4 because we’re extra, so she probably would be asleep but equally, she could’ve woken up early to say happy bday and all that before she has to go to work because I feel like she’d wanna take the day off but he’d be essentially like nah don’t I’ll see you later 1. Because Edie is coming and 2. Because fuck birthdays anyway even before we knew that was a thing that’d be happening]

Liam: [maybe it’s like she was gonna go in and wake him up but surprise we’re already up and chilling in our dead sister’s room and surprise x2 Edie is already here hello]

Edie: [your poor mother, so shooketh, so not prepared for this, at least Edie will be being polite to you because we wanna make a good first impression and we’re not a dick but we are still weird and here at like the arse crack of dawn so hi]

Liam: [at least for our plot purposes she’ll be too caught unawares to spoil the bday secret because up til now his phone wouldn’t be popping off too hard as it’s early and normal people are asleep]

Edie: [can we just take a moment to think about the fact this is the first time actually meeting each other]

Liam: [it blows my mind when I do think about it, honestly, I need to know all about her lewk please because we know how excited you’d be about this gal]

Edie: [I will have to find one because yes, you’ve gotta do your most to be cute]

Liam: [I care very much what colour your hair is and how hard you’re serving even though I know damn well all you’ve done so far is sit on his sister’s floor and talk and talk and TALK because not an exaggeration at all to say he wants to know everything about her, that’s his intense brand]

Liam: [but also what time does the sun come up in late August? Would that be too early to say she arrived before then so they can watch it together like they did the comet]

Edie: [we know we’d show up whenever, try and stop us famalam, so yes that’s definitely a thing we can say happens, I hope you live near-ish though or what time are you setting off from yours hen]

Liam: [ngl if she showed up at 3 or 4am I wouldn’t be surprised and he wouldn’t mind so fill your boots kids, we can totally say he lives close because that isn’t something we’ve given an Ali kid before and like I can see his parents being like the country air and peace and quiet etc will totally help our dying child, as if this is victorian times or whatever]

Edie: [tbf cities are grubby i’m sorrrrrrrrryyy anyway, love that for you, you can live on a busy bit of the countryside, a nice cul-de-sac mayhaps, at least you won’t get murdered lurking in the dark]

Liam: [get on zoopla and find us a cute gaff boo]

Edie: [heheheheh, okay so we know how we’re starting our day, what’s next]

Liam: [I think we’ve just gotta run this and see what pops up as we’re pondering cos y’all are wild could be anything going on, bye to his mum go get ready for work and then go gal you can do some bday cliches when you get back at like 4, Edie’ll know by then, so once his mum has swiftly excited just 👀 because even if you’ve got no feelings it’s super cute that she wants to make a good impression]

Edie: [just smiley blush like what, not commenting on his ma yet ‘cos she didn’t have time to really make an impression so we don’t need to do that ‘can’t have her changing her mind about loving the idea already’]

Liam: [get a bit closer to her so you can look at her even more intensely because she’s being even cuter with her lil blush and smile moment and this was such a good idea thank god ‘don’t change yours either’]

Edie: [just shaking our head hardcore ‘cos can’t speak suddenly]

Liam: [‘she’s not Lexie levels but still off putting, I know’ soz to his poor mum for vaguely giving a shit haha]

Edie: [‘you’ve not met mine’ like probably has on the low but shh the point is we know what all mums are like, in one way or another, ‘yet’ very much implying we cannot be put off tah]

Liam: [‘can I?’ has only just met you and wants to meet your mum, what boy in what universe would ever want that 🚩]

Edie: [my boo says run she says no, nod as enthusiastically purely ‘cos he wants to and we will not be saying no to anything]

Liam: [get even closer to her obvs because she just keeps being adorable with her enthusiasm and he’s obvs about it, just gonna be 👀 a mm away from her face in a sec]

Edie: [at least you can gently pull on the necklace he should be wearing ‘cos sent in the post]

Liam: [and you can kiss better wherever she got hers from even though it’s gonna be healed by now like she made you do at the time]

Edie: [genuinely wasn’t trying to be that bitch but I just googled where heals fastest when cut ‘cos that bitch and he didn’t want pain and bloody drama so and it literally said the mouth LMAO soz Liam I don’t make the rules-]

Liam: [soz not soz that you’re having your first kiss then lads]

Edie: [it’s kinda sweet that you aren’t like, actually kissing, if you know what I mean, like it’s about something else]

Liam: [it’s very pure and very your energy as a couple]

Edie: [you’ll be dying girl but that’s a moment]

Liam: [he genuinely would ask her if she/that was okay because we know she’s not had a boyfriend before because Rio would not stop hammering that point home]

Edie: [we’re so obviously more than okay but likewise not trying to be like OTT and put pressure on him because we’ve been told what Lexie was like, just smile and nod]

Liam: [pull her to her feet and to your room because we’ve not been in there yet but y’all are gonna find this robot dog]

Edie: [get to go through all his childhood things lowkey love that for yous just asking all the questions]

Liam: [and we’re definitely giving it to you which is another moment because he loved it]

Edie: [we’ve gotta pimp that pup up somehow, which is within your wheelhouse deffo ‘what’s he called?’]

Liam: [‘Chip’ and a face like yeah I know I was a kid byeee]

Edie: [just loving on it like a real dog, ‘I fucked with the beast’ ‘cos of course you did lmao]

Liam: [he’s as amused as I was when I read that because of course she did is right, clearly gonna put that film on for her]

Edie: [love that childlike energy for you too, definitely raiding for the good snacks even though it’s so early because why not sugar rush]

Liam: [same because we all know he didn’t get a chill childhood, at least there would be great snacks in because it being his bday and his mum hoping she can rock a birthday tea vibe on the low]

Edie: [sneaky bday energy, god bless, just find out what each others faves are]

Liam: [taking so many cute pics and vids during all this, be jealous everyone]

Edie: [I do have cute bed ones so have a duvet day until the notifs come in]

Liam: [gives him a reason for his phone to be blowing up but that’s not why we’re doing it, he’s just obsessed with the bae’s happiness]

Edie: [I can send them to you if you like]

Liam: [please do]

Edie: [at least you can take his phone under the assumption of taking a picture of him because he’s taken loads of you]

Liam: [and he’s not gonna stop you because he’s not stupid enough to have anything incriminating about stalking your sister on there and obvs isn’t thinking about it being his bday]

Edie: [awkward when you don’t wanna be like oh it’s your birthday but you can’t not be like that because then you’d be acting weird, just pull up whoever’s said happy bday latest like hey but soft]

Liam: [such a genuine shrug like oh yeah that idc]

Edie: [‘why didn’t you tell me?’ but without the 🥺 tone, genuine asking]

Liam: [‘I didn’t want you to know’ true but then you realise how it sounds so ‘it’s pressure on you and it don’t matter to me’]

Edie: [when there is nothing you can say to that but ‘fair enough’ because it is and we’re not gonna force it into a Big Thing ™ ‘we’re still having fun though’ because y’all are that’s facts]

Liam: [‘I can’t remember a birthday this about me’ because we can’t say he’s never had a fun bday ever but he’s never been the centre of attention ‘it is enough, and fun, having you here’]

Edie: [‘that is pressure… without anyone else taking any of the focus at all’ ‘cos we have plenty of siblings so we know what he’s saying, nothing is entirely about you when there’s other kids to still care about, make the robo dog kiss his cheek ‘it can be as fun as you like, and we can stay in all day, or go out too, it’s all up to you’]

Liam: [kiss her on the cheek thank you boy because she’s being a babe]

Edie: [🥰 look as we get up ‘what’s your favourite breakfast?’ like let’s go make that happen]

Liam: [I’m gonna say his fave is a full english/irish because when does anyone ever have the time or energy for all that faff so we can make you feel special here boy]

Edie: [giving you 2 options like we can make it here for you and that could include a shop dash to get all the bits which would be cute OR we can go to a cafe and get it and dine and dash which would also be cute]

Liam: [under duress I am voting for dine and dash because it feels very them and we’ll have loads of time to be domestic when they’re squatting in the holiday cottage etc]

Edie: [then let’s ride lads, the greasiest spoon we can find please]

Liam: [forever a mood]

Edie: [have a cute handhold as you walk, also enjoy the height difference imagine]

Liam: [don’t even I can’t fathom how tall he is, it’s crazy]

Edie: [love that you’re taller than our dad, taller than Buster, flex on ‘em babe you got that reach, it’s very much that picture of ariana and pete ‘cos that’s about y’alls heights lol]

Liam: [not to be that bitch but you would feel so safe and protected like I do get it]

Edie: [and I’m sorry but if you’re even a slightly curvier gal you can’t be with a small lad you feel like you’ll break them lmao]

Liam: [so many gals salty as hell at you rn Edie so soz]

Edie: [you love to see it, don’t get too close or we will fuck you up hens]

Liam: [I’m trying to think if there’s anything else cool they could do while they’re out cos I wanna keep the vibe chill but]

Edie: [we could go to the beach today, or we could find another thing for the ‘main event’ without being like this is what you’re doing for your bday highkey, perhaps something typical childhood birthday like bowling or laser tag that kind of energy]

Liam: [sadly you’re too much a giant to sneak into soft play]

Edie: [yes they usually have an age limit of 10-12 if memory serves and there’s no believing that lmao, although we could force the twins to go at a later date and go in with them]

Liam: [we’ll definitely give you another chance to go]

Edie: [okay so getting a bouncy castle to just put up and then we’re also having jelly and ice cream]

Liam: [green jelly is the best so you can pop off with 👽]

Edie: [i’m gonna try to find vibes deffo]

Liam: [actually love that you’ve gone from hanging out in his house to hanging out in a field and it’s the best birthday he’s had probably ever]

Liam: [kinda wanna let y’all have your first kiss on the bouncy castle but kinda have had that ruined for us by skins]

Edie: [#reclaimit and like, as much as y’all just having a good ass time getting to know each other, the casual tension still]

Liam: [it’s very much NOT a platonic good time and we all know it]

Edie: [we are not here to deny what’s here tah]

Liam: [only question is how far we’re taking it because y’all could hook up on it but you could also not]

Edie: [hmm, on the one hand, we absolutely would ‘cos wanna but on the other, I can see y’all making a slightly bigger thing out of it without you know, lighting candles lol, but you get me]

Liam: [same actually because you’re very romantic]

Edie: [right? Like it’ll deffo be in your way still but it’s your first time both of yas so you can make a thing of it if you bloody well like]

Liam: [and no shade to anyone because I’m not saying they should but not enough of our ships do make it a thing™️ because they just carried away by their feels and hormones lol, he has that degree of restraint, albeit for a sad reason so you might as well use it]

Edie: [no wonder you get so caught up in this babe, casual fairytale]

Liam: [me too gurl, me too, casually too invested in this doomed couple nbd]

Edie: [so sad, soz guys we’re rude]

Liam: [anything else cute we wanna do before your mum gets back and makes you do the cliche bday cake moment and you can get the bae to blow out your candles with you because have all the wishes my love]

Edie: [I think this gives us a good framework for how it’s gonna go, lots of cuteness, doing the least but making it the most]

Liam: [thank god it’s still summer so nobody can force you back home because you’ll both be gutted]

Edie: [fight us fam we clearly aren’t going anywhere, I like to think you got something for his mum whilst out even though it’s probably a bottle of wine neither of you can buy so bit cheeky but still cute]

Liam: [that’s adorable af, his mum can’t be mad we know she knows him and his sister did a lot worse, even if she doesn’t know it all but what does make me laugh is that she’d blatantly not let Edie stay the night because of how obvs underage she is and it’s like oh hun we’ve had many many opportunities to hook up all day but sure]

Edie: [love when parents draw that line, like this is why teens hook up in cars and anywhere else they can, also tis possible in daylight but god bless you for trying hun]

Liam: [so many parents do and there’s literally so many worse things he could be doing and in Liam’s case has done but pop off]

Edie: [oh when this baby is announced lmao sozzzzzzz]

Liam: [she’s gonna be UPSET, but in the now you can walk her home and that’s always cute af]

Edie: [so gentlemanly, also gonna bring you in impromptu to meet Ali like hello mother]

Liam: [the levels he’d just wanna stay because technically not breaking the rules to be over at the cali gaff but contrary to what I just said about baby Libi he doesn’t actually wanna upset his mum so he wouldn’t]

Edie: [we’ll let you be good today, of all days, let me post my ting and know the last pic is like now in a miss you already way]

Liam: [I’m cackling imagining Grace appearing like the extra child she is]

Edie: [curtain-twitching like a baby nosy hoe, I lol]

Liam: [thank god Lexie isn’t really crazy or you’d have to look out for her being at the window too]

Edie: [we ain’t afraid of you it’s definitely the other way round rn]

Liam: [hilarious considering how pure you’ve been all day]

Edie: tell me when you get home

Liam: I don’t want to get home

Edie: If you go somewhere I have to come

Liam: I know 😇 I promise

Liam: I’ll come back for you when it’s a new day

Edie: I’m not wishing this one away, I didn’t

Edie: I don’t want it to end

Liam: me either, but no spoilers or the wish will glitch and we won’t get what we did ask for

Edie: 😶

Edie: and we’ve got to follow the rules or you’ll turn into a 🎃 tonight

Liam: a massive me sized 🎃 do you think or one you could carry round

Edie: I could live in a you sized 🎃 but I’m not sure how comfortable that would be for you

Edie: but what if I dropped you if you were normal sized 😭

Liam: I’ve seen you on a bouncy castle, you’re not clumsy

Edie: despite your best attempts to floor me

Liam: you gave as good

Edie: yeah

Edie: I hope so

Liam: there was no cracking under the pressure

Edie: then you’ll have me back

Edie: and kiss me again

Liam: we can go back for as long as it stays up, then I’ll kiss you somewhere else

Edie: please

Edie: and you felt it

Edie: the kiss, it was more than nothing

Liam: I wouldn't have done it if it was nothing, how I know you feel is important and I'm not gonna hurt you

Edie: I know

Edie: I trust you

Edie: I’m just being annoying trying to make you say it

Liam: you couldn’t annoy me if you was trying, I’m on too big of a high from meeting you

Edie: I had the best day

Liam: I’ve gotta say thanks for today, meaning tomorrow’ll have an edge on it for being all about what you wanna do instead of me getting older

Edie: you don’t

Edie: it was mutual

Edie: you even let me help you blow out your candles

Liam: if I didn’t it’s 🎂 wasted you gave me the best 🎁 by being there, right before you were I still thought you might not show

Edie: a tiny part of me wasn’t sure

Edie: what if it messed everything we’d built up

Edie: but it didn’t

Liam: yeah, that was on my mind too, I’m either too much or not enough when I can’t moderate it how I do online, faker than my 🦎🧠 has got me used to acting, and found out for it sooner

Liam: but it wasn’t like that today

Edie: it’s easier when you can code the best response

Edie: put whatever skin on it works best in that moment

Edie: but this was better than anything I’ve made or seen in cyberspace so far

Liam: your fave 🤖 is a compliment I'll take any time, like

Edie: don’t tell Chip

Liam: he’s got more to rub in my face, he got to stay, I wouldn’t start it

Edie: [pic of him tucked up casually]

Edie: bit smug, tbh

Liam: in the world we just woke him up from I could be 💔😭 he’ll have to try harder now

Edie: [a pic of him up on her titties like mr steal yo gurl]

Edie: 😱😱

Edie: I’m gonna need to train him

Liam: I remember him as naughtier than me

Edie: checks out

Edie: you’re very 😇

Liam: if it was up to him you’d be sleeping on the bouncy castle together, however many rules it breaks

Edie: I think it’d be cosy

Edie: tomorrow though, we can have a nap

Liam: waiting until my ma falls asleep and I can sneak out, it’d be tomorrow

Edie: it’s not breaking the rules, if you’re sure

Edie: you can leave a note for when she wakes up

Liam: if you are, we’re doing what you want

Edie: obviously I want to

Liam: have to keep you up half the night first

Edie: you’d already done that without trying

Edie: but I’m not turning down more

Liam: me or the beast 😏

Edie: I’m not saying you’re covered in brown fur

Edie: but you are that big so

Edie: little column A little column B 😏

Liam: I’ll check the coat cupboard, might get me closer to ticking both boxes for you

Edie: 😂

Edie: you tick every box, you don’t need to kidnap my dad to make that happen

Liam: don’t be so quick to say no to something I know you’d like

Edie: 😍 okay, only if we see him on the way

Edie: tomorrow ain’t about him

Liam: 🎼

Liam: I should’ve got you to sing something other than happy birthday, lock my ma in as part of your fan club

Edie: karaoke night 👩‍🎤👨‍🎤

Liam: she’d have your arm off, to take you up on the idea and to take the 🎤 off you for her turn

Edie: I’ll bring the machine and plenty of 90s bops

Liam: what would your first pick be

Edie: 🤔

Edie: I’d have to pick My Heart Will Go On to win your ma over, obviously

Edie: assuming she’s not fuming I’ve stolen it

Liam: too 😤 at the ending as if everyone don’t know the boat sinks and loads of people die

Liam: go for the Whitney song, the film’s got a lower body count

Edie: just poor Whit IRL

Edie: 😎 he’s no beast but

Liam: you don’t want no posh 🤴 sort over a handworking lad who keeps coming through for you, I keep saying you’re smart

Edie: makes my motives sound a bit evil

Edie: nothing but true ❤️ works remember

Liam: but you wouldn’t fall in love with someone you’ve got nothing in common with, there’d be no connection

Edie: true

Liam: I’d never call out your motives as evil, even a bit

Edie: you can if I am ever 👻👺🧙‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧛‍♀️👹💀 to you

Liam: that’s more far fetched than you and 🤴

Edie: who did you have a crush on as a kid

Liam: 🧚

Edie: Good choice

Liam: - as many points off as deserved for Lexie and I’ve still got proven good taste

Edie: I get it

Edie: I can see the appeal

Liam: being able to fly is enough of one

Edie: She looks like she might 🎯 a bitch for you but she’s the Wendy really

Liam: there's no appeal to Lex and no need to try and find it

Edie: 🏹🏹🏹💘

Edie: She’s 💀 to us

Liam: and soon to the rest of her mates including your sister

Edie: I hadn’t thought about her all day

Edie: Or anyone else

Edie: just you

Liam: you don't have to think about her ever again

Edie: I won’t show up and 😭 at her ⚰️🪦 when we bury her

Edie: We’ve got plans

Liam: I only mentioned her at all as a - bc you're such a massive + but I probably should've said that without her name being dropped in

Edie: nah, not even mentioning her is gonna affect how +++ this all is

Liam: it makes me seem like I've got her on my mind though and I don't want you to think I do

Edie: you can tell me what really is then

Edie: even if that’s tinkerbell

Edie: or that fry-up still

Liam: you are, and when my ma is gonna go the fuck to bed so I can kiss you again

Edie: I can feel the 👻 of you, your lips touching mine and where your hands were and where I wanted them to be next

Edie: it’s making me wish I were 🧚 so I could find a drowsiness potion to give her or just sprinkle some pixie dust on you so you could fly in my window right now

Edie: weren’t my 🎂 wish though, no spoilers ever 🤐

Edie: I could kiss you all night

Edie: And all day

Edie: But I have got other things we can do, even though it’s my day tomorrow, can’t be that selfish

Liam: not kissing all day or all night if that’s what you’ve decided but long enough for my hands to go where you wanted them next, yeah? i’d say it’d more be selfish if you didn’t share the complete thought with me

Edie: You don’t know exactly what I want?

Edie: It felt like you knew to me

Liam: it sounds better if I say I don’t and get it right instead of saying I do and getting it wrong

Edie: You haven’t got any of this wrong, trust me

Liam: honestly didn’t feel like I had but my instincts ain’t as easy to trust as you are

Edie: I promise I’ll tell you if you ever do

Edie: but you aren’t going to

Liam: that’s the connection I was going on about before, useful for the beginning, middle and the happy ending

Edie: You’re better than any lad in any film

Liam: you’re all I wanna see on film

Edie: bring a 📹

Liam: look for the ⏺️ light flashing in your window

Edie: like a 🌠

Liam: and ⏰ which won’t trigger 🚨 before we can get you out

Edie: I have had previous experience sneaking out, even if not to meet boys

Edie: that bit, I can do

Liam: there’s shit you can’t do, don’t believe that bit for a sec

Edie: 😏 you know

Edie: as my sister tried to make me sound like a total child

Liam: she knows you different to me, you’re a separate person to her than how you exist when we’re together

Edie: yeah

Edie: that’s how she likes to keep us, still about 7 in her head

Liam: my sister went the other way, she wasn’t waiting round for me to grow up when she could tell me to hurry up and do x z or z thing with her

Edie: it’s cool, that she didn’t treat you like an incapable kid

Edie: better, anyway, right?

Liam: but sometimes I wish she’d let me be one, it don’t matter, you can’t turn round like not today I wanna go to the park with my mates, not with lads I already knew were gonna be gone long before her, not to do fuck all instead of a crazy scheme

Edie: being ‘grown’ is only fun if it’s how you wanna do it, that’s definitely the main draw of not being a kid, doing exactly what you want and when

Edie: less shine if it isn’t your scheme

Liam: I think it’d be 🌟✨ to be looked after, but I get it’d fade for me if I had a sister like yours

Edie: you already charmed her, she’ll extend the courtesy to you now too I bet

Liam: it’s too late for me to start living like that

Edie: not if you want it

Edie: we can do it

Liam: I ain’t had a family in so long, I dunno if I could do it

Edie: we don’t need mine

Edie: we can have our own

Liam: can we

Edie: yes

Edie: and we can do anything and everything you missed out on

Liam: what happens if nothing changes and I’m stuck as a 🤖

Edie: if that happens then a baby won’t

Liam: and you’ll have to leave

Edie: no

Liam: I’m not taking no for an answer or asking anyone to love me if I can’t love them back

Edie: I can do it

Liam: your ++++ can’t make up for such a massive - in me

Edie: don’t give in yet

Edie: we have nothing but time

Liam: I’m saying it before I give in to you and believe we can do this

Edie: okay

Edie: I am listening

Liam: I’m not dying, I don’t get to be as selfish as my sister and I wanna care more than my parents

Edie: I love that about you

Edie: not enough people give a shit about anyone who isn’t themselves

Edie: or act like they’re a saint if the list includes the person they’re fucking too

Liam: we can’t do things just to try and force me to feel, even though I want to

Edie: it’s up to you

Edie: all of it

Edie: I don’t want to force you to do anything

Liam: it’s not, it’s equally up to you

Edie: Kinda

Edie: but I already feel things for you

Liam: I’m not gonna let your feelings force you to do anything same as you’re not gonna let what I don’t do it for me

Edie: I won’t let this fail

Liam: me either

Edie: does 16 feel any different

Liam: only bc of how I celebrated it

Edie: well I like that 🥰

Edie: I’m getting you a gift, just give me time

Liam: you’ve given me loads of 🎁🎁

Edie: nothing I could tie up with a bow

Liam: you could do a 🎀 in your hair before you come out, but it probably won’t help with your sister thinking you’re a kid still

Edie: 🤞 she shouldn’t be seeing me

Liam: or the 📹 footage of you 👧🏼

Edie: not for her 👀

Edie: or anyone else’s if we decide

Liam: if they’ve not had their fix of you today that’s their 💔

Edie: I’m for you

Liam: I’m buzzing not to be afraid of that, maybe normal is overrated this time

Edie: maybe it’s just scary

Liam: you’re not

Edie: 👺

Liam: you’re 🔥 people are scared of it but it’s not about you, it’s a them thing

Edie: I could cry

Edie: again

Edie: I’ll burn it all down

Liam: you’ve been crying

Edie: only happy crying

Liam: you nearly did force a fear response there for a sec

Edie: I didn’t mean to baby

Liam: I know, it was a me thing too

Edie: how’d it feel though, as it nearly happened

Liam: I was about to leave and make sure you were alright, I forgot about happy crying

Edie: 🚨🚨🚨

Edie: I can’t remember the last time I felt that, actually

Liam: it’s the kind of day for it, I can’t remember spending this much time with someone and thinking it wasn’t enough

Edie: Me either

Edie: I usually zone out after a sentence or two

Edie: it’s enough to know we have nothing worth discussing

Edie: sounds fake, how hard I’ve gone here, but I never care enough

Liam: it’d sound fake how hard I relate to not giving a fuck about anyone or anything in years before this

Edie: people reckon it’d be freeing, not relating, not being connected to anyone else

Edie: and I guess it is

Edie: but it’s boring before it’s anything else

Liam: and I’d come across as certifiably crazy if I tried to explain what walking round as me with everyone else seeming so unreal was like

Edie: people are idiots

Edie: they wouldn’t take the time to get it

Edie: just take it as a 🔫 admission or some shit

Liam: they’d only take the time to feel bad for me, I’m down for no more of that as long as I live

Edie: fuck that shit

Liam: yeah

Edie: when school starts, we’re gonna fuck shit up

Edie: without a 🔫

Liam: we should go in the night before

Edie: dedicated 😍

Liam: not saying I’ve got my ear to my ma’s door at the minute bc that’d be weird but I am, yeah

Edie: if you want something to listen to

Edie: [a song that’s clearly about today]

Liam: if you wanna hear a review I’m gonna need longer than it clearly took you to write that

Liam: I seriously don’t know what to say

Edie: it’d sound pretentious to say I think in lyrics but there’s always a tune in my head so

Edie: when you’re as inspiring as you are

Liam: when I can finally get out of here I know exactly what to do, putting words to my reaction to you being everything you are can wait

Edie: I’ll do my best to wait

Edie: but that sounds 🥴

Liam: I’m not waiting, I’ll make sure she don’t hear me go

Edie: I believe in you 😶

Liam: [obvs do that and show up to her window because we all know you can and it wouldn’t take you very long]

Edie: [question is are you ground floor music room or your room and Billie better be asleep lmao]

Liam: [how do you want it boo cos both are moods]

Edie: [I say go for your room so you have to climb and you have to control your excitement ‘til you too are out of the window]

Liam: [soz that he is gonna kiss you literally immediately though like as he’s coming through the window so you really are gonna have to control your excitement gal and also your volume]

Edie: [good luck with that sweetie, love this for you two]

Liam: [just fully making out rn nbd]

Edie: [sorry we must literally]

Liam: [do leave before you wake Billie up though lads]

Edie: [you gotta because we do not have that much chill to get any further than this]

Liam: [it’s been an overwhelming af day we’ll allow the lack of chill and get you away from the fam]

Edie: [run babies run, we’re so 😍]

Liam: [get back to the bouncy castle because y’all are 10000% those bitches who would legit kiss for hours just for the joy of it]

Edie: [you’ll be dying but in the best way]

Liam: [like who else is gonna be fully savouring this bit for what it is and how it feels in its own right, we know it’s you]

Edie: [you’ve been feeling fuck all, you deserve it, we will be putting across as much]

Liam: [and she’s never felt like this before either so we don’t need to be rushing anything rn or ever]

Edie: [exactly, ugh, so cute, you definitely brought a blanket before you ran]

Liam: [the adorable snuggles you can have bye]

Edie: [‘this was the best day ever’ so sincerely]

Liam: [just nod because we very much agree to a speechless level]

Edie: [sing to him IRL but not in a cringe way lol, a chill one]

Liam: [that is everything though]

Edie: [just that happy soz]

Liam: [not at all soz]

Edie: [what a time, deffo think one of you should get in a bit of trouble for being out right now, even if they can’t find you ‘til they do, like either his mum or someone in cali gaff wakes up like hello?]

Liam: [maybe his mum because it do be her rule and she do be extra rn in terms of her emotions and realistically even if Billie did wake up she’s not gonna dob you in]

Edie: [seems legit, how would he wanna deal, ‘cos his phone can be blowing up as soon as she realises]

Liam: [sadly he’s probably gonna have to go back because he’s not ever a fuck you mum kinda bitch, unlike 99% of the other characters lol, but he’d be leaving it as long as he could]

Edie: [we understand even if this back and forth is a trip, the bouncy castle was nearby so you’re fine]

Liam: [it would be very obvious at least that he does NOT want to go, so he’s not just messing you about intentionally gal]

Edie: [whatever we might be thinking, we know it’s not that energy like you’re not a fuckboy tah everyone]

Liam: [when your mum is overprotective as hell but you’re still gonna die soz hun]

Edie: [it’s very rude to everyone you included hun]

Liam: [and you can’t even talk to the bae cos she’s gonna be popping off at you for ages]

Edie: [we can skip but I’ll just do some immediate afters from her first]

Edie: sorry sorry sorry

Edie: hope you don’t get in so much shit we can’t meet up later

Edie: just tell me when you can

Liam: I won’t, I’ll talk her round, don’t worry

Liam: when she lets me talk

Edie: does she hate me

Liam: I didn’t tell her I was with you, she’s only 😡 at me

Edie: what did you say that she believed

Liam: my mates were 🥺 bc I’d been with you all day

Edie: fair play, boys are clingy like that

Liam: she’s have an unhappy cry and we’ll move past it

Edie: should I have told you no?

Liam: you didn’t know she was gonna find out, I should’ve

Edie: I didn’t want to, I didn’t want you to want to either

Edie: but I feel bad if I make her cry

Liam: it isn’t really about me not being here, it’s about my sister not, this is what she gets like every year

Edie: yeah, of course

Edie: it’s not about us

Edie: be nice if there was something we could do now but I know that’s probably not the case either

Liam: she’ll feel better after she’s shouted at me

Edie: 🔇

Liam: [a gap while that’s going on, such fun I’m sure]

Liam: it’s sorted

Edie: you okay?

Liam: if you can’t hurt me, she ain’t gonna

Edie: are you tired though

Edie: as it’s my day, I can make you have a nap, if you need it

Liam: you’re gonna make me 😴 when there’s 0 limits on what we could do

Liam: serious

Edie: if that’s a challenge to make you 😴 with everything we’re GONNA do

Edie: then challenge accepted

Liam: how much of a challenge are you gonna make it for me to find out what that everything is

Edie: as much of a challenge to be fun

Edie: can’t have you getting bored as well as 😴

Liam: it’ll be a fun challenge too proving I’m not tired or bored

Edie: well, when we can go out again at more sociable hours

Edie: you can start with this [clue] to come find me and prove it

Liam: ok but until then [so many pictures of people with their eyes crossed out from whatever his mum has to read and deface or like their entire photo album tbh because MISS YOU SO SO MUCH] you can have this

Edie: we need a 🏠 of our own

Edie: missing you is so

Edie: intense

Liam: I'll start hunting for a not too trashed empty round and about we can stay in until the holiday cottages clear out

Edie: how’d you guess

Edie: I told you I’d stay busy

Edie: you still have to find me so not a total fail on my behalf

Liam: I didn't, I promise, we must just think really alike and want the same things

Liam: when did you even do this

Edie: sitting still is not a speciality

Edie: and i’ve got a lapel mic so I could record and 🚴‍♀️

Edie: clearly need a go-pro for streaming purposes but you would’ve been 😱 to see that sudden POV change

Liam: I ain't scratched the surface of what you're capable of, have I

Edie: 🤔

Edie: keep going and find out, I reckon

Liam: 😏

Edie: [selfie like 😁]

Liam: I dunno how I'm gonna get used to looking at your 😁 face all the time when we live together, something else to find out

Edie: I could get a 🤡 mask

Liam: we both know the smile underneath is more deadly to me

Edie: you’re deadly and you could kill me

Edie: but I promised

Liam: and you’d never break a promise to me

Edie: never ever

Edie: you’ve got the blood to prove it

Liam: when can I solve the first clue

Edie: is your mum going to work today?

Liam: unless she pulls a sickie

Edie: whenever she’s up for the day, you can go

Edie: even if she’s not mad at me, I don’t want her to be mad at you

Liam: if I leave then, you’ve gotta go sleep for a while now

Edie: I don’t know if I can

Edie: my 🧠 & 💗 are vibrating, that’s what it feels like

Liam: yeah, meaning the comedown is gonna hurt when it does catch up to you and I don’t want you to

Edie: I’ll sleep with you

Liam: my nightmares’ll wake you up

Edie: then I can protect you

Liam: not from what’s already happened

Edie: but from getting stuck there

Liam: seeing me like that is gonna be

Liam: you won’t like it

Edie: I know but I can’t help if I don’t see it

Edie: all of it

Liam: alright, I did say it was a good thing you don’t close your eyes to what everyone else does

Edie: [👀 pic always]

Edie: If you go to sleep, I’ll feel it and I will too

Edie: then I can come find you

Liam: I’ll do it if you sing to me again

Edie: [call so you can do that and both have some sleep]

Liam: [love that for you, keep being adorable forever please lads]

Edie: [so that was my main vibe for today ‘cos she did say she’d look, it should be crappy though and not the one that you find that you actually love straight away so you don’t need to stay here, but you can spend the day there]

Liam: [and you can have fun fucking it up at the end cos you’re not gonna stay]

Edie: [exactly, a more genuine squat vibe this time, so you can get all the creepy shots and footage, as well as just causing some genuine carnage]

Liam: [I’ll see if one of the million pics I have of him holding a camera has the right energy and send it to you]

Edie: [woopwoop, likewise, a more 😈 day but definitely still cute]

Liam: [can’t not be cute ever]

Edie: [tried to fight it but we can’t]

[enjol--taire]

The people have spoken, here's a review on the Les Miserables performance at the Sondheim that i saw 3 weeks ago lol

First of all the theatre is so pretty! The Queens was already one of my favorite theatres but it got even more beautiful

I went on a monday which means Luke McCall was on as Valjean and holy moly, the hot dad jumped out

He did so amazing honestly, the acting, the singing, he was so angry during look down and Valjean's soliloquy and then so soft with Fantine and little Cosette

There was a little new moment in the prologue with Petit Gervais which i LOVED so much!!

Also I would die and kill for bishop Myriel

The combination of hot dad Luke McCall and sexy Javert Bradley Jaden sure was something

This was the second time I've seen Bradley and he's so incredibly good

His hair was in a little braid during look down? Instead of a ponytail? It was a look

Miss Carrie Hope Fletcher is a goddess of theatre

Her I dreamed a dream was the best I've ever heard. 15/10. A legend

Also the factory fight seemed a lot more agressive than it did in the original production

Fantine's death really be out here breaking my heart huh

Ian Hughes and Josefina Warner as the Thénardiers were so so good

They were funny but they weren't too much? If that makes sense

Master of the house is one of my least favorite songs to listen to but i loved watching it, it was a lot of fun

I'd die for every little Cosette on the planet

I LOVE Valjean and little Cosette they make me so soft!! When he hands her the doll?? I cry

Paris got so many buildings and it was kinda a lot? The stage at the Sondheim is pretty small and filling it with huge buildings makes it even smaller idk

I don't know the name of the boy that played Gavroche but he was so good!! He was quick and funny and acted the part perfectly

I'd like to thank the les mis management team for giving me my one true love: Harry Apps as Marius

The dumbass energy was OFF THE CHARTS

He almost tripped on stage like 15 times?? Very book accurate of him

Talking about book accurate. Shan Ako is the perfect Eponine. She was rough and playing around with Marius a lot which i thought was very cute

Also there were a lot of little Eponine/Gavroche moments which is just a one-way ticket to cry town for me

During the robbery Marius was arguing with Montparnasse which i LOVED. Also Montparnesse was hot

Bradley's stars was so so so very good

The ABC cafe continues to be one of my favorite scenes and i actually really liked the changes made here especially in the set. It looked exactly the way I imagine it when I read the brick

Ashley Gilmour's Enjolras was very good however he had to grow on me a bit but by red and black I was convinced

He looked very Done with his friends while also being so fond of them and i thought that was very Enj of him

There was a bit of Enjoltaire in the ABC cafe but it wasn't nearly as good as in the original production tbh

Lily Kerhoas is a very charming Cosette. She looked and sounded amazing and she was so excited during a heart full of love. Very cute!!

One day more makes me go absolutely crazy

Ngl I miss the way the barricade came together in the original production

Shan's on my own blew me away. She added some small riffs here and there which really showed off her incredible talent

After a little fall of rain Gavroche was straight up crying and I was straight up not having a good time

Drink with me will always and forever be one of my favorite songs in this show but I will never forgive them for cutting The Hug

Ciaran Bowling's Grantaire was very good!! He fully captured his sadness and his relationship with Gavroche was so sweet

Luke McCall's bring him home made me cry like a baby but what else is new

Enj died first?? And Grantaire died last?? I cried??

Another thing I really missed so much was the barricade turning around to show Enj hanging upside down and Gavroche lying in front but it's whatever

There was a little moment where Javert bowes over Gavroche's dead body and It made me :((

Also Gav's cap fell off when they picked him up to put him on the cart and it stayed on stage all through the sewers and Javert's suicide until one of the women picked it up during turning lol

Bradley Jaden owns my entire ass when he sings Javert's soliloquy. He's so emotional?? It makes Javert so very human.

I think his new bridge is far too big tho but that's another story

Listen. I love empty chairs at empty tables as much as the next gal. But I will throw hands at whoever decided that scene should be done without a single chair or table on stage?? That don't make no cents luv

I did like the candle thing tho and Harry sang it so beautifully

I forgot how much I actually love the wedding scene idk why it always makes me smile a bit

I HATE how Fantine has her long hair in the finale now. Why they do that,,,,

The moment when they sing "to love another person is to see the face of God" while looking at the people they loved?? Amazing

Valjean and the bishop hugged when Valjean entered heaven which was very nice

Javert should be in heaven sent tweet

[kizykinz]

My Opinion on Shawn Right Now

Warning: I’m probably going to cry and I have a feeling that this is going to make me very vulnerable. Also, if you disagree, that’s fine, but please keep in mind that it’s an opinion and there is a person behind the screen. <3

Here it is. Here is what I've been dying to say for a long time. Can I just start off by saying that I love this boy so much? Like literally so much. I know everyone says it, but he’s helped me a lot. He’s inspired me to be a better person (not physically because I don’t work out smh). I remember being nine or ten years old (op, age reveal if you do the math) and scrolling through YouTube and finding a video of a boy with a hat on singing Wanted by Hunter Hayes. I remember Shawn not being that popular. I remember Magcon and the vines and I remember thinking that this kid right here. He’s going to change the world. I remember when he posted prom photos with Lauren and I remember him being active on Tumblr. I remember him being young. God, I remember when him and Lauren were a big deal. 

IKWYDLS was a huge deal. It was a great song for it’s time and was played everywhere, every minute. I remember watching videos of Shawn and Camila and not shipping them because I didn’t get that vibe from them. they seemed like genuine friends. Time skip to when Senorita came out. None of us was expecting it to say the least. When I first watched the video, it was 12 a.m. in Colorado. I was with my sister and she said, “they seem awkward.” and I didn’t really pay attention BECAUSE SHAWN MENDES MADE A STEAMY MUSIC VIDEO IM SHOOK was still running through my veins haha. I also thought of how crazy stan twitter must of been going. (Im not apart of stan twitter anymore. It’s a long story. And a story for a different time). I seriously didn’t think anything of shawnmila. I was just proud of my bambi. Then, shit started going down real quick. But you guys know the story. Let’s go to Shawn performing in Denver. I watched him perform Senorita/IKWYDLS and when he opened his eyes they were glossy, and almost looked dead in a way? (this was after the kissing video got leaked) No one else really noticed. But there were a couple of fans that did I bet. Then, he asked how many people had watched/listened to him since his first album and even before that. Not a lot of people cheered, but there was still some, including me. He looked up and he just smiled. It was a comfortable smile too. One that said he knew that we know a lot about him, if that makes any sense. And honestly, he seemed so happy and he looked so refreshed. It looked as if he dropped the mask and he let it go. And it was like 16 year old shawn was sitting there, about to play some old songs for the crowd and that C was just a friend.  Almost like he could’ve just stopped the concert and had a real talk right there. I honestly didn’t care about him and Camila that much. I didn’t care if it was for PR or not. I wanted a fic where the reader teaches him how to kiss instead though smh. I just thought, well, as long as he’s happy it’s none of my business what’s going on behind closed doors. The past couple weeks, I’ve noticed something. The bags under his eyes are growing and he’s always drinking tea or his leg is always bouncing. His anxiety is getting to him. Then, I heard a rumor that he went backstage after a show one night and had a breakdown because he felt like he was letting us down. Then, yesterday when he wouldn’t take a photo with a fan when C was there, even though he loves us and loves taking photos with us, put me on edge a bit. Ngl. When I heard about the qna and him not answering a simple question that has NOTHING really to do with C, sent me. I was so fucking pissed at Shawn for doing this. For not listening to us and lying to us and all of that. But then I thought, he doesn’t hate anything more in the world than lying to us and keeping secrets. He doesn’t hate anything more in the world than saying no to photos with fans because he genuinely loves us to death. All of it is slowly killing him. It’s so obvious. He’s not being Shawn at the QnA’s, his eyes are either always puffy and red or always black with the bags. He’s constantly drinking calming tea, his leg is bouncing a lot, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s taking his meds that slow his heart rate  again. I bet you he’s closing us out because he doesn't even know what's going on. He’s hurting us, and he knows it. It’s killimg him.  C is killing him. He’s tired and he’s upset and she’s probably pushing him to do more, PR or not. God, I love that kid so much. and here we go. I’m crying smh. He deserves all the happiness in the world. He deserves a girl that treats him right. I’m not being “a jealous 15 year old girl” because honestly. I don’t want to date Shawn Mendes. I don’t. At all. I want to be his friend and go on tour with him. I don’t want to go on book dates and make out with him in a restaurant. I’ll happily be a fan rather than be with him. He deserves gluten-free blueberry muffins at 10 a.m. He deserves to go home after a long day to whoever he wants. He deserves to go on tour and meet the fans. But, this girl is killing him. It’s pretty damn obvious. Even though he’s not off the hook with me about what he did at the QnA, he still deserves everything this world has to offer him. And god dammit, I was pissed for a hot minute at him. If he doesn’t want questions about it, don’t do it in public. I get that it sucks but it is his life too.  @serendipitousshawn ‘s inbox was probably filled with me ranting about it haha. but, he’s not even 21 yet. He’s a celebrity. He’s a full grown fucking man and he made an oopsies. He apologized on twitter (even tho he deleted the tweet smh) and I bet money he’s going to apologize at the QnA today. If he doesn’t, I might lose it. So Long fucking rant short. He made a mistake, I’m still kinda pissed at him?, and @serendipitousshawn would’ve made a better explanation than me and thats the tea. 

[harryimaginestuff]

Sarcasm is the Lowest Form of Wit

A/N: here is the request the anon requested ages ago (sorry for the long wait) Ngl I struggled to come up with how to write this one but I like how it turned out.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2k

The one where there’s a side to you that he’s never seen before.

    Harry had met you almost five months ago on the set of his newest Gucci campaign with you being the assistant to one of the camera operators. He approached you the same as he did with anyone else, after all that was how he was raised; to treat everyone with respect and kindness. However your coy and shy behaviour drew him in, the way you bit your tongue on topics that you had little interest in, but as soon as videography or anything of that matter was brought up you would dive in, your hands moving in sync with whatever words came out of your mouth. You were passionate about your work, just as he was. And it was your passions that bonded the both of you the most.

    And now almost four months later you were his girlfriend, after a series of dates and casual hang-outs, he had been the one to make it official. He had taken your hand in his across the dining table as he looked deeply into your eyes as he proposed the question to which you quickly replied with an ecstatic yes.

    But for such a charming man, he had never been as nervous as he was now sitting beside you as the two of you awaited the arrival of all of your friends. You had begged him to accompany you to your reunion with your friends from school to which he hesitantly agreed to.

    It wasn’t as if this was the first time he was meeting the friends of whoever he was seeing, but the fact of the matter is that this was different, because you were different. He’s had his fair share of models and their model friends and although he found you extremely attractive, he felt this stunning beauty radiating off of you that he had never felt elsewhere. Therefore, he was well aware that the friends that were coming now, were the ones you had grown up with, they had watched you transition into the woman you were today, and there was no way that they didn’t love you, after all who wouldn’t which only mean that they would be 10x more protective over you.

    The two of you had already had a couple of drinks since you had agreed to come a little bit early to save some space, and although this was the first time you had properly drank in front of him (a glass of wine with dinner doesn’t count) he could see the sobriety in your eyes slowly leave as alcohol took its place. He was listening to you reminisce about your time in school whilst simultaneously playing with your ring-clad fingers.

    “Y/N!” he heard causing his gaze to turn from your intertwined hands to the owner of the voice.

    “George!” you said with the same amount of enthusiasm. From what you had just told him, George was one of your best guy mates and one of your first ones at that. He had been there for you when one of his mates had broken your heart as well as you being each other’s rocks during the rough exam periods. “What the hell have you done to your hair?”

    Harry watches on as you embrace the man, lightly ruffling his shoulder-length hair as you smile brightly at him. “You look like Tarzan but in a more ‘I’ve let go of myself way’.”

    Harry is left in slight shock at your words, and although they’re not outright rude they are certainly not the kind of words that he’s used to, especially coming from you; the sweetest person alive.

    He let out a breath that he wasn’t aware that he was holding as soon as George cackled loudly and pushed your intruding hands away, “Wow, Y/N I have not missed your crippling honesty that’s for sure.”

    Harry reckons that he’s never seen you like this, on the fast track to being drunk, your hands moving animatedly during whatever you were discussing, not just when talking about work. He figured that he liked drunk you, although he liked sober you more. With every drink you had you fell deeper into his side, your body slowly melting into his, and with every drink he had, the sloppier the kisses to your head and cheek got.

    But your displays of affection weren’t the only thing that had progressed as the night went on, it seemed that the more comfortable you got the easier the insults spewed out of your mouth. You had something to say to everyone apparently.

    He’d watch as you’d reply with a long and dramatic ‘noooo’ every time someone had made a dumb comment and the way you’d reply sarcastically to any question, but then immediately break out into a big grin as soon as the words came out of your mouth, even when you tried to be rude the kindness in you always managed to shine through.

    “Who’s this bitch?” that was another thing, apparently, drunk you was a fan of swearing a complete opposite to the way you cringe every time a foul word left anyone else’s mouth when there was no alcohol running through your veins. Harry turned to look at whoever was at the other end of your jabbing and seeing as everyone else was here, he assumed that the last girl to arrive was Anna, the last girl that you had spoken about as you prepped him for the arrival of everyone a few hours ago.

    “Late as I ever I see, I guess nothing’s changed.” You hummed, jokingly shaking your head.

    “Well I may be the same, but you’ve sure changed. The last time I saw a man attached to your side was back in school.”

    “At least I didn’t have a different man hanging off of me every second.” You laughed, patting Anna’s shoulder as she took her place next to Harry.

    “Bitch! You’re just jealous that I had boys all over me, but you were always too awkward to make any moves.”

    “True!” you pretended to sob, digging your head into Harry’s neck. He couldn’t help but laugh as he felt you inhale deeply, the hot air from your breath causing goosebumbs to rise on his skin, and his heart couldn’t help but stop as soon as you sent him a cheeky intoxicated smile before jumping back into conversation with George and the girl, Lily, who was sat opposite, whilst Harry properly introduced himself to Anna.

    “Karaoke!” he heard bringing him out of the conversation he was having with two of your friends. He turned his head to you slowly and cautiously, after all he knew how much you adored it. He recalled the first time he was at your flat, it was 2 months down the line, and you had dragged him into the living room and pushed him onto the sofa. And if he was being honest he did think that something sexual was about to happen, especially when you had reached into one of the cupboards, bending down but those dreams had immediately vanished as soon as you had turned around, with the widest grin he had ever seen, a karaoke microphone in your hand. That night you had begged him to sing a song, and since then it had become almost tradition for you to pick a song for Harry to sing.

    Which was why now, although hesitant to do so, he was sitting on a stool in front of the whole bar, with the opening track to Nirvana’s ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ playing on the speakers. And despite the deafening noise, he still heard your voice ring out above the crowd, he didn’t know what to expect, perhaps words of encouragement like you always did whenever he sang songs but this time it was different, this time you continued with your insult rampage and lightly ripped into him.

    “Boo!” you shouted, hands cupped around your mouth, “Get off the stage you can’t even sing.” And despite the bright lights shining in his face he could still vaguely make out your figure. He could still see the way you laughed so hard at your own joke that your hands clapped together, kind of like a seal, he thought. He could see Anna lean over to you and whisper something in your ear causing you to crack up even further, your hands now moving to hold onto your stomach as your legs lifted off of the ground. If it wasn’t for the loud music playing by his ear, he would’ve missed his cue. But even as he belted out the lyrics to the song you had chosen, he still couldn’t help but stare at you, and the way your eyes crinkled, and your nose twitched as you laughed. He couldn’t help but think that there was so much more to you, because turns out you had some sort of twisted sense of humour that entailed making fun of your friends, and whilst many people go too far, you knew exactly when to stop. You were the perfect mixture of naughty and nice.

    You were perfect for him.

    And as the song ended, and soon the night he realised he never wanted to not see your smile again. You were special, and there was no way that he’d be letting you go.

    The both of you were now laying in your bed, cuddled under the covers, the alcohol slowly leaving the both of your bodies.

    “Did you have fun tonight babes?” you asked, twisting a stray strand of hair that fell into his face with your pointer finger.

    “I did. Learnt some new things too.”

    “You did?” you hummed sleepily, this time resting your head on his naked and warm chest.

    “Learnt that you were quite the bitch back in school.”

    You let out a breathy laugh in reply, your chest vibrating slightly as you giggled at his words. “A bitch? Who me? Never.”

    He thought back to the night, and all the days and nights prior to this one. He thought of the way your hair and swished every time you turned your head and how every time you had walked past him you had left the most heavenly scent of coconut, which he now learnt was a result of your dousing your hair in coconut oil once a week before bed, something you ad roped him into doing now too. ‘For soft, thick locks,’ you had said.

    He had thought back to the way your hands would always find their way to his, and the way your fingers would grip onto his.

    He thought back to the first time you had cried in front of him after he convinced you to watch ‘Marley and Me’ to which you had originally objected because ‘it makes me cry like a baby’. And just as you promised, you had been reduced to a crying mess by the end of it, and despite the fact that snotty tears should be the least attractive thing in the world, he thought you’d never looked cuter. That was the one of the first times where he saw just how big your heart was.

    He thought back to tonight, and the way you found rude humour so funny and how you took joy in mocking and teasing the people you loved most. He thought back to the way you couldn’t even keep on a mean face for more than five seconds as immediately after something remotely mean came from your mouth, you would break into the biggest smile.

    It was this moment, when he was playing with your hair, and you were lightly stroking his back that he realised that he loved the way your eyes crinkled and your nose twitched, he loved the way you always smelt like coconuts, and he loved how you had shared your routine with him. He loved the way your hands would always hold onto his and he loved the way your soft finger tips felt against his calloused ones.

    He even loved the way you cry, how your whole body would shake with every breath and how you would do your best to hide the tears that streamed down your face. He loved your crappy humour and your dead jokes too.

    In fact…

    “I love you.”

[parkseoham-moved]

knk in london recap !! (aka a mess on my part)

i’ll skip over the morning/day part because it was basically just sitting on a cold floor for 7 hours on and off until we got let in but as the queue for the venue was opposite where the stage door was we saw the boys come and go for the special events and they kept waving at us :(

but okay idk how to even write this lol OKAY SO CONCERT this will be long

so idk how the floor looked because i was on the balcony and i will saw the plus of that was 1. no one in my way and 2. got barrier of the balcony because there weren’t many of us who decided to pay the more expensive of the tickets lol but also i was the only one on the balcony who had the lightstick from the makestar campaign and that piece of light up plastic i thank for everything that event because i sob i can’t do emojis on my laptop imagine the crying emoji like 438728 times

but they came out and i just. my friend had to ask me if i was okay because i don’t think i moved for a good bit because i was just like ??????? my boys ?????? are there ????????? the ones who i owe my life and money to ??????? RIGHT THERE ??????????/ i can’t even remember what order the setlist was uh it was a song. i know they done we are the one towards the start because i was a bit thrown off and only started filming it half way through the first chorus because i was just like ????? and i adore that song so much so i’m just so thankful to just hear it live and hear them live and i want to cry

then more songs this is the worst recap i can’t even remember order anyway then they done their introductions and T_T they tried to speak so much english to us and they done so well i just kept tearing up because i love them so much and appreciate them so much and how hard they were making the effort to talk to us without the translator and seoham !!! spoke so much english that boy is just a whole angel i’ll get onto that in a second. okay so me being the ONLY TINK WITH A LIGHTSTICK THAT WAS LIKE. A BEAM ON ME BECAUSE ALL OF THEM KEPT NOTICING ME BECAUSE OF THAT LIGHT UP PINK PIECE OF WONDERFUL PLASTIC and i just. seoham and dongwon noticed me the most they sent so many hearts and waved so much and just kept looking towards us on the balcony and i’m going to start criyng remembering this okay who’s idea was it to ask me to write this it’s a mess.

cue more songs i remember when rain started everything had a like collective sob/cry because last youjin song we miss him i miss him but yes rain was amazing every song was amazing but it’s knk that is to be expected. they had more like talky bits and they each like sung/rapped little songs. heejun mentioned how inseong recently was on masked singer and we all screamed inseong got shy but sung the song he sung (i forgot what it is okay) and then it got to seoham and he wanted to sing a very british song and asked us what is a british song. my forced to watch football throughout my youth instantly thought sing vindaloo and turn the entire venue suddenly into an england match but then realised he would not know that buT THEN HE STARTED SINGING HEDWIG’S THEME AKA THE HARRY POTTER THEME SONG and we all just collectively became potterheads for a good 2 minutes it was great. they then sung more songs. someone decided to sing propose then angel heart ??? like i didn’t cry enough anyway then oh at some point during the translator translating stuff she forgot what they said and was just like quickly summing something up and the boys noticed and were like no !!!!! we didn’t say that !!!! it was funny we all laughed but she done well whoever you are translator lady

they done u. aka one of my favourite songs. also seeing their footwork from above !!!! perfect. i also briefly lost my voice screaming the u parts in it i sounded like a frog i hope it wasn’t picked up on my video i haven’t watched it yet lol and yes oh yeah when they sung lonely night i told my friend because tbh she wasn’t a huge tink she just liked them and let me scream to her about knk for the past 2 years and i was just like right all i ask from you tonight is to scream i love you too after inseong does his oh i hate that i love you and idk if she did ngl i was too busy screaming it too kjsfhd and a girl we were near is heej biased and she screamed heejun i love you and he said it back to her anD SHE THREW HERSELF BACKWARDS like not even gracefully just went for it towards the floor she was gone because of 4 words tbh would’ve been me if i had the courage to yell to jihun what i wanted to yell but i was SCARED

then fade happened. they changed the choreo from the practice videos they posted on instagram. i’m not one who like faints over that type of choreo but a girl near me actually like collapsed at heejun it was funny but the choreo is just so lovely and the song in general is a pure masterpiece i think it’s becoming my favourite knk song (sorry i know) like i may have just been listening to it on repeat since s/sc was released lol but ugh that song i forgot they would perform it gdjfshkd i heard the heavy breathing at the start of the song and was like OH. FADE. and yes then choreo happened. the boys done good. then cue more songs and then it ended :((((( but i’ll talk about interactions okay

SO wait i’ve mentioned my ligthstick okay well bright official lightstock + knk noticing = me sobbing. i’m also not like. too eye contacty with people kjfhg but my god i swear i made eye contact with them like. a good 983745938 times that evening i just i love them so much ???? like i think because i was the only one up there who had anything bright dfkghks they just looked at me first and my heart hurts thinking about this okay so seoham is just. a pure angel ? like that boy ??? he literally always was looking up at the balcony at us and made sure we all like weren’t ignored just because we weren’t on the floor kfjghsk literally the about of times he looked at me and i just panic waved my lightstick. dongwon too at the end he blew a kiss at me and ngl. i felt my legs go a little. jihun also looked at me right in the eyes and i LITERALLY DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO I JUST AWKWARDLY SMILED BECAUSE WHAT WAS I TO DO WHEN MY ULT LOOKS AT ME DEAD IN THE EYES I DON’T KNOW I JUST WAVED MY LIGHTSTICK AND SMILED AND THEN DIED. inseong didn’t look up that much but when he did he like made sure to look at us all he was so sweet :( and then when they were taking the crowd photos heejun had the cheek to look directly at me and point the microphone at me when he asked us if we were ready like please don’T JUST LOOK AT ME I PANIC

okay hi touch.

if anyone saw my post from the other night then well yes this is true but i remember a little bit more but anyway i can’t even remember the order they were stood in i think it was dongwon > seoham > heejun > jihun > inseong ?? i know heej and jihun were 3rd and 4th i just blanked ngl but i do remember seoham and HIS SMILE i sob he smiled so bright when i said thank you and he said thank you back and held my hand as he high fived me and i want to CRY i can’t even remember dongwon or inseong I FEEL AWFUL IT WAS A BLUR (blame heejun) and all i remember of jihun was his hand ? like me making sure to not miss it out of nerves gkjdshfhj i don’t think i even looked at him in the eyes oh god  but heejun, oh heejun. i’ve had the biggest soft spot for heejun since i got into knk but regarding my post i remember nothing but being surprised at how big that boy’s skull is. like i knew he had a bigger head than the others and i know people have said his head is bigger irl but i was caught off guard hence not remembering anything else but he’s just so stunning in person??? and also smaller than i thought. idk if it was because i am already 10cm shorter than him in general and that i was wearing like 2 inch tall boots but he wasn’t that much taller than me and in general they all seemed not as tall as i expected ??? i guess idk it could just be because i’m already considered above average height so i didn’t have that drastic of a height difference to them fskjhd hhmm but yes they are all just. stunning. beautiful. amazing. talented. pretend i’m quoting that lady gaga meme that idk what she says but i see it around.

BUT YES then i got back to the hotel kinda couldn’t walk properly as my legs were all jelly like but they were just pure angels and kept mentioning like every 5 minutes that it was their 2nd time in london like yes i love you all but we get it. 2nd time in london. 

and yes then i woke up the next morning and just laid in bed and cried a good bit because of everything i love them so much thank you for reading my mess

[imagine-wannaone]

Park Woojin Super Powers Au

So anon requested a Woojin super power au so here we are. Idk this one seemed weird to finish but it’s probably my same style heh.

 • Woojin knew he had an ability from when he was tiny - he’s never not had it,

 • He was a baby who had to stay on a leash because if he started to run, no one could catch him,  • Woojin’s super speed made him a very difficult toddler to control but man he had the time of his little life,  • He could easily escape places, but was banned from sports which upset him, but he kinda understood,  • Like imagine going to run a race against 9 year old woojin and he’s at the finish line within a few seconds of the starting gun,  • So he accepted it and moved on to art and music, something he became very talented in,  • I mean when you don’t have to spend 20 minutes walking home, could get to places faster, generally just lived in the fast lane?  • He had a lot of spare time,  • And school wasn’t great for him, many people without abilities were bitter and jealous and would have bullied Woojin,  • But they couldn’t catch him, as soon as they cornered him he could disappear in front of their eyes and be across the playground,  • Woojin was more of a flight, not fight,  • Relatable,  • And as Woojin got older, got faster, got more in control of his ability, he tried to keep it as low key as possible,  • Everyone with an ability also has a key though, something that signals that they have a power, as little as a birth mark or as obvious as different colour skin,  • Lmao Woojins mark is 2 dark blue lines going from his ankle to his armpit on each of his side’s - like go fast stripes on cars whOoPs,  • But they’re easy enough to cover so Woojin doesn’t mind them as much,  • While there was plenty of people totally fine with people with abilities, there were also many people who refused to employ them, who sent them hate, who assaulted them,  • So Woojin ran as little as he could and lived a totally average life,  • Except the fact Woojin did dance and maybe it helped him a little bit…  • He loved running, and the fact that he couldn’t suppressed a part of himself, but he managed,  • (In this au if you don’t use your ability for a certain amount of time you get uncomfortable or a yearning, or sometimes even pain),  • But when he finished school no one knew of his ability so he was free,  • He decided to pursue a career in painting, because that’s where he found his peace, and he loved watching people’s faces light up at what he made,  • Woojin painted whatever caught his eye,  • When places were quiet, or at night, he’d run and watch colours and shapes blur, imprinting what he saw to memory,  • Then he’d spend the next month perfecting his piece,  • Around 1/12 of the population had abilities, although you could hardly ever see one, most hiding it,  • But people picked up on woojin and what he painted, and it helped people, so he became more open about his ability and became an advocate,  • He’d paint political pieces and paintings with stories without anyone actually knowing his identity,  • (Think banksy)  • And was part of an organisation called Wanna One - People with abilities who tried to raise awareness,  • Woojin got a lot of hate but he gets paid a good amount for his paintings, allies buying pieces,  • Many people make requests, they ask him to run through a certain place and paint what he sees,  • Because Woojin hated his ability throughout his youth and even sometimes in his daily life; he wants to help people accept themselves,  • And Woojin is on a night quest one day, he heard someone with an ability was making art as well in the near by park and he wanted to see it and offer support,  • And you’re also walking down the street heading to the park when you see a teen alone crossing the street,  • But they have glowing green cat eyes, something almost impossible to hide and your heart already softens towards them - they probably go through a lot of shit,  • You’re contemplating talking to them when you spot a car on the road suddenly speed up dangerously,  • You see, behind the wheel, a middle aged man, his eyes focusing coldly on the teen,  • Mnet if they were in this fic,  • You’d seen many people like that before, been against many people like that before, but you don’t want someone, a young teen, to have to face something like this so early,  • So you do whatever you think,  • You sprint forward and push the teen away, hoping they don’t get hurt on the landing,  • You watch the realisation appear on the dazzling slitted pupils and thank god they’ll get to live another day,  • You wonder if your case, mutant killed by car, will even be heard, or if they’ll let him go with a warning,  • If the activists will help and protest in your name,  • You turn to face the car, just meters in front of you to stare at the man,  • But then you feel a hand wrap around your waist and your eyes are watering as colours create a mesh of familiar patterns,  • Your arms find themselves around a neck and cling on instinctively, clinging closer to whoever has pulled you against them, their warmth comforting your mind lost in panic and slightly queezy at the disorientating speed you feel,  • You close your eyes tight until everything is absolutely still an your mind has stopped spinning,  • “Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me? Are you awake?”  • A soft voice rubs your shoulder, although it sounds slightly panicked, which unsettles you,  • Something in your chest feels the urge to make whoever’s speaking feel safe, at ease, so you crack open your eyes and take a deep breath before sitting up,  • The world still spins but a hand is quickly placed against your back to steady you and you lay eyes on a boy in front of you, lent a little too close out of worry,

 • His brows are creased, hair jostled and eyes sharp,  • You laugh at the situation, mind finally grasping into what just happened, and you pull him into a tight hug,  • Woojin nearly looses his balance but laughs in relief himself,  • “Oh god thank you so much, I could have died but wow,”  • You’re sat in a quiet part of the park you were heading to, only the leaves breaking the silence, rustling around you,  • “It was very brave,”  • The guy blushes and looks away and your heart melts,  • “And so were you,”  • His blush intensifies and you want to wrap him in blankets,  • He stands before offering you a hand up, slowly drawing yourself to your feet,  • And Woojin is internally freaking out and this person that smells fresh like a meadow,  • He just saved someone who is a complete cutie and makes his heart race,  • And he just wants to wrap his arm around their waist again, or trace the black vines that tangle and peak out from under their shirt with his fingers, their key sign,  • “Ooh, gimme a second,”  • He watches you as you jog to the second nearest bush and crouch with your back to him, his mind whirls with ideas of what the hell you could be doing,  • For all he knows you could be preparing a magic trick,  • But you turn round with a small dahlia, soft orange and in full bloom in your hand,  • You poke the stem through the hole for the drawstring on his hoodie, hanging it out delicately, the colour complimenting his face perfectly and you smile a little at your handiwork,  • And Woojin is trying to avoid a heart attack at the look on your face and the fact that you’re a green touch - someone who can grow whatever they want wherever they want, which explains the beautiful black vines he saw earlier imprinted onto your skin,  • It’s all way too cute for him,  • “It doesn’t exactly pay you back, and I will pay you back, but I hope it’ll do for now,”  • And that is the story of how Park Woojin develops his massive crush on the person he rescued from near death,  • But he doesn’t think he’ll ever see you again, so stews silently,  • But then he gets asked by the head of Wanna One to work with one of their other artist advocates, so he agrees straight away,  • Working with other artists always lifts Woojins mood because it’s working with someone who believes in the same things to make something wonderful,  • (We’ve done something wonderful by Epik High 10/10 album lads)  • So imagine his pure shock,  • His innocent surprise,  • His bashfulness,  • When he arrives at the meeting spot, a blank white wall to paint, to see you  • He does a whole triple take,  • And he’s like o shit??,  • And you’re like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ WhoOpS,  • It’s not like you figured out he was also part of Wanna One and asked to do a joint project,  • Sneaky hoe,  • V clever sneaky hoe wow you got snooping talent,  • But the two of you work on your memorial together, Woojin having a great skill with spray paint as well, and you raise flowers and vines and bushes out of concrete and pot plants to weave into places and spaces perfect for you to bloom shades of flowers,  • It’s your art style, making pictures and stories out of greenery, the textures and colours blending, it’s truly unique and iconic™  • But when the two of you finish, the wall is a statement and breath catching,  • And the reaction from the public is strong, so the two for you continue to work together,  • You make art all around the city, or you compress and dry flowers for him to paint into canvas or give him models or tips on how to draw them realistically,  • Or you grow huge white flowers, roses or lillies or tulips and he paints them with beautiful detail,  • And continue to meet, and continue to grow together,   • “‘Grow togther’” puNs :DDDDDDDD

• Not only do you meet for art, you start going out for dinners,

 • (At first you insist it’s to pay back for him saving your life but then you don’t have to make any excuses it’s just because you both want to),  • Or you go to museums or theme parks or aquariums together,  • And they’re all beginning to look suspiciously like dates ngl,  • The two of you find yourselves watching the sun set from the hill you’re perched on, sharing blankets, claiming it’s to fight off the cold,  • Dirty liars,  • You lean against Woojins side as he rests his head on top of yours,  • You had mentioned you always wanted to watch the sunset from above but didn’t know anywhere close,  • So Woojin had ran the both of you to the outskirts of the city where the land rose and fell, making the view something you’d want to recreate,  • You look up, looking to Woojins face, smiling softly in the evening glow, he turns his face to catch you staring but you aren’t shy, you’ve never been shy with Woojin,  • You fall back, dragging him with you as you stare,  • His hand traces the black vines that link across your torso sending shivers down your spine at the cold against your warm skin,  • And you think,  • You think about all the things Woojin has given to you, the life you have lived since you nearly died and how you owe him everything you can give to him, how the love that’s developed inside your chest for him drowns out any other feeling,  • And Woojin thinks about how he’s finally so so glad he’s a mutant, that he could save you and you could open his eyes, and that he owes you the world,  • And the two of you share your thoughts and gratefulness and pure admiration when you press your lips together in a gentle first kiss,  • And you spiral even quicker than you were before,  • He paints you pictures and portraits and you make him beautiful bouquets,  • He’s never been bought bouquets because everyone always assumed he’s a boy and wouldn’t want any but??? They’re so beautiful???? Why do people never buy boys bouquets???  • And you learn to paint smoother together,  • And you open a Florist and are living the dream, generally a pure and happy relationship,  • And sometimes you’re yelled at or someone makes a malicious comment,  • Or another Florist confronts you saying it’s not fair on them, you being able to grow your own flowers,  • But Woojin is instantly ready to fight and you just protect each other all the time,  • He protec, but he also attac,  • lmao save me from old memes,  • Woojin loves to trace the vines that paint your body permenantly and you honestly aren’t complaining,  • And like you would love to trace his stripes but he’s so damn ticklish,  • So you use it against him hehe,  • But basically you’re living your dreams, helping others and sharing every moment with each other,

[parkeomji]

long distances [ part 1 ]

Pairing: Unknown member x You Genre: Fluff/Romance, Future Angst? Word Count: 1517 Rating: PG-13 (mentions of nudity) Summary: You’re studying abroad in South Korea at a university outside of Seoul, so your high school self who had wanted to keep up with Kpop trends and comebacks hasn’t been able to; you’re left in the dark about your favorite groups, almost entirely forgetting about them. That is, until one day, you meet a boy named Richard whose Line profile picture causes past emotions to resurface. These feelings only distract you as you try to continue your studies, but you see no way to confront them as you confide in Richard all the things you wish you could say to the boy who has your heart.

A/N: So, uh, I decided to write this based on daydreams I like having so… It’s probably gonna start off slow lmao. It’s also probably kinda boring ngl… Also this is set after Minseok (and probably Junmyeon) has enlisted for the military!!

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Finding yourself at your desk on a Saturday night wasn’t what you would have preferred to be doing, but with all your friends out of town and a test nearing, it was the most rational option. At least, it was until your mind began to lose focus of the uninteresting and never ending lines of biology. In front of you, past your thick biology textbook, sat your computer, untouched for the night and glaring at you for it. You sucked your lip between your teeth, actually considering doing something besides studying. You eyed your computer’s power button– but no, you had to keep studying because biology was your worst subject. You shook any distracting thoughts out of your head and glared at a diagram that explained the endocrine system with dull colors and descriptions. Your glare softened, and you cracked, your head falling onto the page with a soft thunk. Everything you read went in one ear and out the other, and you knew that there would be no way for you to focus again when your computer was practically begging you to turn it on.

Studying too boring and the endless possibilities the vast internet held too tempting, you pushed aside your textbook after slamming it shut. You powered on your computer, weighing your options in your head. What you decided on was, admittedly, a dumb idea, but you were lacking in social interaction on this particular weekend. In your browser, you began typing in the url of an infamous chat room and pressed enter when the browser had it autofilled. Chat rooms made you think of the guys who were overly desperate for a peek at a girl’s chest as you recounted an interaction between a friend of yours and some guy swearing he would punch his friend if only she would lift her shirt up. It was amusing, and incredibly dumb, to see how desperate a guy could get when all they could do is type in “titty” and get an endless sea of nude pictures of girls. Maybe you could mess with a couple guys and try to get them to do ridiculous things. Or maybe it would be fun to actually find someone to have a decent conversation with. Maybe make a friend or two. You just figured you should do whatever and see where it takes you.

Typing in the screen name you chose for pretty much everything, you scanned through the different chat rooms you could enter and whether you should turn your webcam on or not. Maybe it’ll be more fun if you turned it on. You never know the kind of ridiculous stuff could be happening behind the other person’s webcam unless you turn yours on. Seeing that how one hilarious situation would outweigh the creeps looking for nudes, you decided to plug your webcam in. Glancing over to a mirror you had sitting on your desk, you fixed any stray hairs and practiced a smile in case you did happen to get creeps only looking for nudes. You clicked on the “random” button after putting down your mirror, sitting up straight as you were being connected to whoever happened to be on the other side.

The person you were connected with first seemed like a normal guy; you two managed to hold a decent conversation. He was even incredibly polite when he had asked you if he could see you without your shirt on.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, though,” he had said.

You kindly denied his request and told him you had a good time talking. He reciprocated and asked if you wanted to keep talking. Again, you kindly declined and you two parted ways. Though you hoped he would find someone who was just as nice as him to show him their breasts, you admitted that that wasn’t the kind of fun a Saturday night usually called for. You clicked “random” again, in hopes that the person you would be connected with would satisfy your boredom.

But guy after guy, all you found were lecherous men who apparently didn’t have the common sense to just look up porn. You decided then to unplug your webcam, all hope for an interesting night gone after thirty minutes. Maybe the people without their webcams on would be more than just guys asking for breasts. Clicking “random” again, you questioned your being on this website again. Sighing into the palm of your hand, you wondered whether you should just leave or not and try going back to studying. That was, until the person you were connected to messaged something.

“Hey! You’re not some guy looking for nudes are you?” They asked. You smiled that they had gone through what you just did.

“Nah. I’m some girl looking for nudes lol,” you typed jokingly.

“Haha!! Good thing I have some nudes to give ;),” they responded. You hoped that they were also joking, tempted very much to leave the chat if they weren’t. “Jk jk.”

“Oh thank god haha! I was so close to clicking random again.” You rolled your eyes at their attempt at a joke.

Surprisingly, the two of you got along well, and you spent the night chatting with each other. You found out that the person you were speaking with was named Richard, an odd name seeing as though you were living in South Korea, chatting away in a Korean chat room, in Korean. But hey, you weren’t one to judge. When you asked about his very western name, he admitted that his parents really liked western names and decided to give him one. You found that oddly cute, especially when you thought back to your Kpop phase in high school and how you probably would have given your child a Korean name had you had one in high school. You also found out that he was really into music, both composing and listening. He also enjoyed singing and rapping, and it made you wonder what his favorite genre was, though you didn’t get the chance to ask.

“Sing for me one day,” you wanted to say, but you figured it was too personal of a request so you decided against typing it.

It was late into the night that you realized that the two of you were talking for hours. Deciding to sign out, you asked him for another way to contact him, discontent with trying to find him again through the randomizer of the chat room. You two exchanged Line IDs, and you grew curious at his ID: mountain2.

“Why mountain2?” You asked, puzzled over what mountain2 could even mean.

“It’s because mountain1 was taken haaa,” he typed back, and you chuckled, satisfied with his cheeky answer. You knew eventually he would tell you why he chose such an odd ID.

You two exchanged a final goodbye and good night, and as you shut off your computer, you immediately unlocked your phone, opened the Line app, and searched Richard up by ID. The preview of his profile picture took you by surprise; you saw a face you hadn’t seen in years or, at least, you vaguely did. Clicking on his profile and once again on his profile picture, you knew for sure that this was someone you hadn’t even thought about in years.

He had a selfie of none other than Park Chanyeol of, arguably, the most popular boy band in the world, EXO, as his profile picture. Then again, so did you, since you hadn’t used Line since high school and only kept it around because it felt wrong to delete the app. But why did he? Was he a fanboy? He did say that he liked music, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit surprised to see the face of a boy you idolized so much suddenly rehash all the things you felt for him in your past. It actually made you smile looking at Chanyeol again, as you remembered all the little notes you wrote for him hoping, though you wouldn’t admit it, that he would maybe see them one day. You loved Chanyeol so much in your high school days that it felt like your heart swelled every time you saw a picture of him, and it wouldn’t be wrong to say that your heart would swell the same way as before if you were to see a picture of him now.

Adding Richard as a friend on Line with a quick press of a button, you reclined back into your desk chair, lost in a sea of emotions one look at Chanyeol had sent you into. You decided, now seeing that the time was nearing 3 AM, you would ask Richard about the Chanyeol selfie tomorrow if you remembered. You also decided then that you would spend more time away from your desk and the textbooks, despite having a test the following week. Tomorrow, maybe you’d walk around Seoul and visit shops and maybe find out what the rest of EXO had been up to in the past few years.