#or one of the others that have gotten interviews w him. i can do that

[songtwo]

just found out my journalism IDOL HEROE ETC is 28 and was 25 (TWENTY FIVE) when he interviewed DAMON ALBARN which means i have TWO years to step up and interview damon…… the pressure’s never been higher……

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

hate sex. rafe or drew idc, u have total creative freedom w my suggestion!

Hate Sex

Pairing - Drew Starkey x costar!reader

Summary - good old hate sex.

Warnings - sexual intercourse, fingering, language, choking, name calling. 18+

The anger bubbled in your chest, rising up your neck leaving behind a dark pink tinge to your skin. You had never let Drew get to you this bad before, you were pulling at the roots of your hair just thinking about his punchable but good looking face.

“Breath Y/n” your friend stated, she had hidden herself behind the very small table in your trailer. She was quite frightened when you let your anger out.

She jumped halfway into the air when you threw your phone at the floor, shattering the screen in the process.

“Now look what that fucker has made me do!” You all but screeched, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to go and speak to him, how DARE he talk about you like that in an interview.

“Oh no no no, you can’t go speaking to him when you're this angry! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Your friend shouted, slamming her palm over her mouth when she realized what she let slip.

“How could you side with him?!”

“Oh come off it y/n, he said lovely things about you!”

“All very untrue things! He made me look like some weak girl who was falling at his knees.. no you know what I’m leaving!”

Before your friend could stop you, you darted out the trailer door and sprinted for him. Exactly 23 steps later your fist pounded at his trailer, you didn’t wait for him to answer and stormed in.

Drew stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half, steam filling the very small shower. Both Chase and Austin sat on the couch staring at you with wide eyes, the sound of the PlayStation in the background echoed through the deafening silence from the four of you.

“What’s up y/n?” Drew sang, giving you his famous boy next door grin. You just wanted to rip his face off but also kiss his face off.

“How dare you?!” You yelled, Drew’s eyes creased together in the middle as he looked at you in confusion. “Want to enlighten me on what I’ve done now sweetcheeks?” He chuckled, stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door. Your eyes dropped for only a moment when a bead of water ran down his chest and dissolved into the towel.

He gave you a knowing look that you shook off. “What’s all that shit you said in the interview?” You questioned, he let out a throaty laugh. Almost a cackle. This had you wild, you stormed towards him with curled fists at your side. “Don’t laugh! You made me out to be some weak girl, talking about how I’m the main person who laughs at your jokes on set, that I always get emotional at old couples!” You shouted, the old couple remark was true.

You did get emotional BUT that didn’t give him the right to tell people, it’s your personal life, personality. They get what they get, they don’t need to know the deeper version of you.

“Y/n, Come on. I wasn’t doing it out of spite” he stated, he was frustrated now. You always jump on him the second you can, yelling down his throat and making him feel like everything he does is wrong. “I honestly don’t give a shit! Don’t talk about me in interviews again!”

He rolled his eyes and looked over your shoulder at your friends, they had both gotten up ready to bounce. They hated being around when the two of you fought.

“Don’t roll your eyes! God! Drew you're so frustrating!”

“Me?! Me, frustrating? You talk some shit y/n, your always down my throat”

“Because you're always being so difficult!”

“Maybe you should lighten up a little and realize I’m a decent human being and your just angry at the world”

“Fuck you Drew”

“No, fuck you”

It happens in a split second, you're both reaching for each other. Your lips hastily press together, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His hands cup your jaw, your tongues fight with one another. Even kissing, you have to be fighting.

“That’s our que” you heard from behind you, but you didn’t want to pull away. One of his hands drops from your face, grasping onto your waist he pulls you closer to his body.

“You're still annoying” you breathe, his lips trail down your neck. Sucking at the flesh between your collarbone and throat. Your nails scratched down the length of his back leaving deep red lines.

“You're still a bitch” he bit, pushing you towards the couch. Your back met the cushion with a thump, his body trailed behind closely. Parting your legs so he could slot between them.

You had forgotten he was only in a towel, which now parted giving you the most glorious view of his thick hard cock. “Shit” you whined, practically forcing his body down on yours. His hands bunched up your dress to expose your cotton thong, his cock nudged at your pussy.

“How can someone so annoying be blessed with such a perfect cock” you spoke, his chuckle was muffled by the skin of your chest.

“How can someone so frustrating be so fucking hot” he commented, his mouth left kisses along the apex of your chest. You pushed yourself to sit up, pulling the material of your dress over your head.

You now sat in just your panties, his hands palming at your breasts. “Fuck you” you moaned, his teeth pulling your hardened nub. Suckling at your nipple, while the other hand grabbed your ass cheek. “I’m getting their baby” he whispered, the pet name sending shivers down your spine.

“Touch me”.

His fingers dipped under the material of your panties, sliding his pointer and forefinger between your fold and back up to your clit. “Oh shit, yeah like that” you cried, grinding your pussy into his hand. Slipping his two fingers into your cunt, you bite down on his shoulder as he finger fucked you. Pressing the palm of his hand into your clit at the same time, sending your body into overdrive. “You like that? Of course the little bitch likes to be fingerbanged hm? Been thinking about these fingers inside of you huh?” He grunted, brows creased in the middle. He watched your face intently, the way your mouth dropped opened and you gasped for more breath.

“Answer me!”

“YES yes oh fuck yes! Wanted these fingers in me since I met you” you screamed, his dick twitching at your statement. Your moans bounced off the wall and you were sure everyone could hear.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you, a slur of protest fell from your lips. “What the fuck Drew?!”.

“Get up and sit on my cock, quit whining and do what I say for once you little slut”.

The vulgarity to his words had your insides fluttering like a damn school girl, pulling your panties down and straddling his hips.

Reaching between the two of you to grasp his cock, giving him a rough few tugs. “Fuck… what I’d do to have your pretty little mouth around my cock right now.” He groaned, his head arched against the backrest of the couch. You began to slide off him, his hands catching your hips before you could get on your knees.

“Right now I want your tight little cunt to sit on my cock, next time I’ll stuff your throat with my cock and make you eat the angry words that you constantly spit out”.

Your ears pricked up at the next part, unbothered by the way he spoke to you. “Fuck you Drew” you spat, his large hand held the base of his cock for you. The tip of his bright pink head nudged at your opening, you took him in painfully slow. Your eyes rolling back as his cock stretched you wide, your hands pressed against his chest for leverage. “Oh-h… oh” you cried, his cock buried deep within your walls.

He gives you a moment to adjust, eyes staring hard at your expressions. The moment your eyes reopened he was bringing your body up and down on him harshly, causing a string of curse words to slip from your mouth.

Your tits bounced in his face, you finally brought yourself out of the sex daze you had fallen into and moved your hips, grinding against him roughly.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his throat, his eyes were wild. Dark and full of lust, watching you gnaw at your lip. “That’s it pretty girl, fuck my cock like its best goddamn cock you’ve ever had”.

Your nodding your head in agreement, “the best fucking cock, so big” you cried, unaware you had just agreed to him. You were so drunk on dick, you had forgotten how much he irritated you.

“That’s right, best goddamn cock you’ve had. Show me how much you love it” he ordered, and you obliged. Riding him like your life depended on it, throwing your head back. Your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, his fingers grabbing your waist tightly.

“Fuck! Just like that!” He groaned, his hands caressed your back. Ducking his head to envelope your nipple into his mouth. “Yes yes yes yes yes” you mumbled, your bodies had a light sheen of sweat to it. “Move” he order, pulling you up from his cock only to spin you around. Pushing your knees into the cushion of the couch and thrusting his cock back into you.

“SHIT!” You cried, clawing at the back of the couch. His large hand pushed you down against the couch, putting one of his legs into the couch to give himself a better angle to fuck into you. “Yeah you like it rough huh”.

The angle of his cock had you in tears, overwhelming pleasure coursed through you. “Of course you like it rough, you’re a dirty angry slut” He could feel you where close, the way your pussy walls fluttered around him, reaching around to grasp your neck and pulling out of you. “DREW! You asshole” you cried, the pleasure that had building in your lower stomach fizzled out only to reignite when his fingers closed around your neck.

“Jump”

You did as order and wrapped your legs around him, he slipped his cock back into you. Moving you both just enough so your bum sat against the bench, ruthlessly he fucked into you. Squeezing his finger around your throat, your own hand coming around to grip his wrist, you screamed and cried in pleasure.

“You dirty little slut! Who knew you were more than just a whining bitch” he spat, pressing his lips to yours before you could fight back. Your fingers scratched up and down his back, the only way you could tell him he was an asshole.

“Drew” you warned, your pussy walls pulsating around his cock and you chased your high. “You're gonna come? Go on then pretty girl, come around my cock” he urges.

His hips move faster and deeper, dropping his finger between you to fondle your clit.

“Holy shit! Oh o-oh!” You cried, letting the overwhelming pleasure knock you over. Curling your toes and tightening your legs around him, your pussy pulsated around his cock. Your nails dug deep into his shoulders trying to ground yourself.

He wrapped her arm around your waist tightly and followed suit, coming deep inside of you. “Fuck fuck fucking hell”.

His sweaty forehead met your chest, both your breathing labored. A few moments of silent breaths go by and he pulls away from you, helping you down from the bench.

“This doesn’t mean I suddenly like you” you comment, stepping around him to collect your dress. Rushing into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

A few moments and words to yourself go by and you open the bathroom door; eyes searching the floor for your panties.

“Looking for these?” He questioned as you stepped out, holding onto your thong with his finger like a prize.

“Fuck you”

“Just did”

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[afyrian]

friends to lovers w/ msby | headcanons

m.list

sakusa kiyoomi

- only became friends with you cause you were neighbors - he helped move your couch up to your apartment - you offered to buy him dinner in exchange for more help - after that you would just find each other everywhere - sakusa’s on the elevator when you are - he’s at the same coffee shop - even getting his groceries at the same time - so you start hanging out more - you’ll go watch his games - he’ll beta read your food-based articles - even joining you to try a new restaurant for your blog - the change happened for him first - when you spilled wine on his couch - you were so apologetic, doing anything you could to clean it - fell for you first AND harder - he kept it a secret for awhile - not even telling the rest of the team - (although atsumu found out pretty early on) - only told you when you confessed to him - ‘i like you.. and i appreciate your friendship, i just can’t continue like this�� [you] - ‘i like you too, and i have for a while’ [sakusa]

atsumu miya

- met you at a volleyball game - thought you to be one his many fans - 'you want my signature or a photo? or both?' [atsumu] - 'i'm sorry who are you?' [you] - humbled him immediately - you were there investigating one of the teams for fraud and its connection with a coach - he wanted in on it as soon as he heard - wanting to tell others that he was part of a 'serious investigation' - when really you were just writing for the city's news station - however, you do come to find out that he's pretty good at it - he'd get you interviews you couldn't get before - even chatting to the coach to get him to lie through his teeth - 'pretty good investigator, aren't i?' [atsumu] - 'depends on what you define as good...' [you] - you have a very playful relationship together - meeting up at small coffee shops to discuss it - him getting a shout out at the bottom of your article - you quickly realize your own feelings a few weeks later - he’s laughing about something hinata said and the first person he looked to was you - and there’s a light in his eyes that you realize has been there every time he’s looked into your’s

hinata shoyo

- you met him on a layover out of brazil - you were in another part of the country when your layout took you to rio de janeiro - hinata bumped into you when walking to your gate - ‘i’m so sorry, i should’ve looked-’ [you] - ‘it’s okay! i should’ve been paying more attention too’ [hinata] - as an apology he walked you to your gate - only realizing when you got there that it was his gate too - you talk the enter time you’re waiting to board - he ends up in front of you on the airplane - the two of you chat as everyone gets situated on the plane - just as you’re getting off, hinata hands you a piece of paper with his phone number - ‘maybe we can meet up later’ [hinata] - ‘i’d love to!’ [you] - as you make your way down the aisle, the paper falls from your hand - it disappears beneath a few rows - so you spend the next year wondering what would’ve happened - magically, you run into him again at a coffee shop - ‘hinata?’ [you] - he was ecstatic to see you again - offering to buy your coffee and chat - knowing you had just gotten out of an almost year long relationship, you tell him it can only be platonic - he accepts profusely - as you chat, you start wondering if anything could be there - and you spend a couple months strictly as friends - only breaking that rule when you invite him out to dinner

bokuto kotaro

- prefers being friends before dating - so when he meets you at his favorite coffee shop, he's inclined to learn about you slowly - you just started as a barista and you happily welcome his morning routine - he'll always come in with the intent to try something new - however, he always convinces himself to buy the same thing - 'well we have a new seasonal flavor-' [you] - 'no, no, i think the usual will work today' [bokuto] - until one day when he asked for a baked good and wanted to know if you could hang out during your break - and it slowly became routine for the two of you - you’d talk about everything under the sun - about your schooling, his volleyball, your personal lives - eventually he brings his friends to the shop to meet you - and what cements his budding crush on you is just how well you get along with them all - akaashi to atsumu, you’re able to communicate so well with them - watching you be so kind to them just got his heart beating - and he’s vocal about a lot but he was too nervous to say anything - especially when he didn’t want to lose your friendship - so he only said something when akaashi told him to - telling him that he could ‘totally see’ the crush you have on him

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@nekozaki

[kagamesayu]

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do eyeliner, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

[braxlrose]

childhood friends to lovers

tom x fem!reader

cw: fingering, oral (m and f!recieving), risky sex, hickies, etc.

• after you woke up in toms arms, he was awake. brushing his fingers through your hair and humming to you. you just stared up at him, while he was smiling at you.

• let's just say it ended up in some very intimate kissing. after that, you two became official. the fan girls were extremely upset, and you almost got jumped a couple times but Tom basically goes everywhere with you, so it wasn't a problem.

• toms relationship with you is very different from the relationship he had with other girls. you got to see sides of him that fangirls didn't get to see.

• tom got your name tattooed on his hands, something about "whenever I'm playing guitar, I'll think of you, blah blah blah." it was cute though

• when you two were just friends, he would go to the store and buy you pads/tampons. but now that he's your boyfriend. he goes ALL out. pads, tampons, chocolate, soda, chips, heating pad, rice sock, fast food. literally whatever you want, he will get it.

• makes you sandwiches all the time but it can be a 50/50 kind of thing. sometimes they're absolutely delicious and other times they're just disgusting 💀💀

• on stage, if you're doing a solo, he'll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck. basically doing anything to tease the living he'll out of you.

• he tones out the flirting with fangirls because he doesn't want to make you feel bad and he just doesn't feel the need to do it anymore. he's totally infatuated with you now.

• you guys go schwimming together at pools and he puts you on his shoulders and schwims around.

• he carries you on his shoulders around set whenever you want. he also enjoys it because he can feel your "warmth" 😟

• is always holding your hand. he loves how much smaller your hand is and how it fits perfectly in his.

• I don't remember where I heard this, so I might be wrong. but I remember hearing something about tom liking taller girls (Heidi is 5'9 so) but he loves that he doesn't have to break his back just to kiss you.

• he tried to make you a cake for your birthday and actually did it. it looked awful, but it tasted amazing. plus it's the thought that counts 🥺

• you two give eachother massages all the time but toms a little shit and will make the timer go faster so your massage is way quicker than his 😒 like this but without Monica's horrible massage 😭

• buys you lingerie sets in your favorite colors and sits on your bed as you try them on for him

• bakes with you all the time and has so much fun. cookies, cakes, muffins, cupcakes. you guys make georg, gustav and bill try out everything you make.

• you guys have sex at least once a day if you're both into it. doesn't matter where bc he likes risk. closet, on set, in a public bathroom. literally almost anywhere. idk if this is true but tom once got caught doing on a train by his mom 😭

• he's more of a receiver than a giver but he still loves going down on you. but he can't help it that your blow jobs feel so fucking good. but he's a good boyfriend, so if you guys have time he'll go down on you after you've sucked him off.

• you guys have gotten caught having sex by georg, gustav and bill so many times you can't even count it on your fingers. there also have been times where tom doesn't stop fucking you even if they walk in.

• he's fingered you until the table before during interviews and finds it hilarious watching you try and hide your facial expressions. plus he can't go to fast or else everything will hear

• after sex, you basically have hickies everywhere. on your legs, thighs, stomach, back, ass, boobs, neck, E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E.

• tom is a boobs and ass guy. he loves leaving hickies on both of them and would suck on your tits all day if you could.

• he loves doggy style because he gets to watch your back arch and slap your ass. he always has one of his hands on your hip and the other rubbing harsh figure eights on your clit. he'll also pull at your hair and lean down to whisper dirty things in your ear.

• tom isn't a switch at all, even though some people think he is. which is why it's super hard for me to write sub tom. because he is a dom all the way. even when he isn't on top, he's always in control.

• he loves how sexy you look on top of him riding him. he's super fucking cocky, so he has his hands folded behind his head and is just laying there watching you bounce up and down on his cock.

• he'll only move his hands if he sees you faltering and you need help. but even then, he makes you beg for his help.

• but once you do, hid hands will be gripped to your hips and he's sat up now pulling you up and down his cock.

• he will face fuck you whenever you give him a blow job if you aren't going fast enough. bonus points if you don't have a gag reflex and then he can just feel his cock sliding down your throat with ease. (also am I the only one who gets extremely turned off by gagging? like the sound of it is totally gross idk why guys are turned on by it)

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@mikalame heres pt 2 for the dating hcs!

[incogrio]

can you do idol!reader x idol!soobin and a fic of how the two of them catch feelings idk

c.sb - idol!soobin x idol!reader falling in love hcs

pairing: idol!soobin x idol!gn!reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff

synopsis: hcs on how u and soobin started dating :33

warnings: none! except for cat ears but nothing can be done there ☹️

a/n: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!! i hope you like it (this is very intimidating) and i hope you don’t mind that i made it hcs!! hope you enjoy and feel free to send in as many requests as u want hehehe

i think you guys would have had to meet at mnet, or something of that sort

he was a rookie, you had debuted a year before him, and he was always a huge fan of yours

he didn’t really know much about you, other than how talented you were.

so you may be asking, how did he catch feelings?

well…

all of the members had their own little introduction moments when you first debuted

you were all nervous and he was a trainee at the time and something about seeing someone he looked up to being nervous brought him so much comfort

and then he watched more and more of your videos. and performances. and interviews.

it may have started as a comfort thing, but then it turned into being jealous whenever your fans would talk about you

or when the members would make fun of him

yeah he has a few posters of you in his room what about it

so a little bit after txt debuted, he was the MC that year with arin, and was so excited to interview u!! until he was told that for the cat & dog promotion he had to wear dog ears. the. whole. day.

“i’m gonna end it,” “you’ll survive” “THEYRE GOING TO SEE ME IN DOG EARS!!”

cut to members laughing hysterically and him pacing back and forth

he was soooo red during the interview that you even went off script, pointing it out which made him laugh and cover his face (he wanted to implode on the spot)

but then… him being flustered made u laugh and…

yeah he got a little hard on stage SO WHAT??

after the interview and after he had calmed down he was walking with his members (all dressed in cat and dog ears) and he saw you and i think he actually died

tried to hide behind beomgyu (stupidly) and was immediately met w a “yahh!” and a shove into the wall

the loud bang of his back hitting the wall made you look over and he literally refused to look at you

you felt sad for him and wanted to make him feel better, so u tried to give him a compliment!

“nice ears!” you smiled, but his flustered mind immediately made him think you were making fun of him. he didn’t respond, just bowing slightly and shuffling away awkwardly

when you told your members, they were absolutely horrified

what do you MEAN you complimented the ONE thing they had been insecure about?? OBVIOUSLY THEY THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING FUN OF THEM!!

oh. oh god.

the next day, you were absolutely mortified and had to make things right, especially since you were a big fan and had a raging crush on the long legged loser

this day, you had an interview with the mcs as a group, and after you had promoted your new album, you went up to him.

yeah no soobie was pissing his pants

“hello.. i just wanted to say that i didn’t mean what i said yesterday to be mean! i genuinely think it’s cute and i love your group so much!” you beamed at him

he literally reached to his arm and pinched himself

no fucking way dude

he smiled nodded and physically could not do anything else other than bow

you seemed overly professional with him, and that made him sad

“alright well, i have to go. fighting!”

bro just nods like 😦

on the very last day as a mc, he knew he HAD to get your number

he tried to talk to taehyun, since he has borderline gotten every idols number

taehyun laughed and said he didn’t have rizz.

so he decided to just wing it

yeah haha that didn’t go well

he found you after your performance, you were sweaty and WOAH brother he was having thoughts

“hello!” he bows, “you did so good!” you didn’t really respond bc like.. why is he talking to you?? you have a strictly professional relationship

you smile awkwardly and thank him, before falling into DISGUSTING silence (how soobin describes it)

“um… i just wanted to say that i really liked your… your performance? and… i really like… you?”

L RIZZ!! (it worked on you so bad)

he was stuttering and nervous and was basically ASKING you if he liked you

you decided to put him out of his misery

“thank you!” you bow, “i have to go soon, but if you give me your number we can talk more?”

soobin borderline got on his knees and thanked jesus personally

in reality he just nodded super eagerly and was shaking so bad he had to rewrite his name in your contacts four times

now, you’ve been dating for three years

you still make fun of him for that whole event, and he wants to die everytime but it makes you laugh so he doesn’t care all that much

he still hates how he needs to act super professional towards you on camera

he wishes he could kiss you in front of everyone so they’d stop shopping you with people other than him

and so everyone knew you were taken

physically pains him whenever he sees a fan try to flirt with you

or another idol even doing so much as talking and laughing with you

my bf crazy he kill people

you just need to reassure him with kisses to his little bunny lips and he’ll be fit as a fiddle

no guarantees if you’re getting anything done that day tho…

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L♡VE IN F♡CUS | Chapter 10

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem reader

WARNINGS: mention of food and eating

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff

P♡V: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

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“Noona, is your camera water resistant?”

You look up from your spot on the floor to find Seungmin hovering over you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His hair has gotten longer over the past couple of months. Strands of his hair are thrown in all different directions, you can't tell if he just finished getting it styled or if he just got done roughhousing with Changbin. You've grown accustomed to his screaming so even if it was the latter, you didn't notice. His face is bare and slightly damp from having just finished shaving. He tilts his head to the side, waiting for your answer with big eyes and an open smile.

“Seungmin, if you splash me with water, I will buy a water gun at one of the next stops and ruin your day.” You sigh as you carefully set your camera on the floor.

“Is that a promise?” Somehow, his smile gets wider. You can almost imagine a tail wagging excitedly behind him.

Shit.

"Seungmin! It's your turn to get your hair done!" One of their hair stylists calls from the other side of the room.

"Coming!" Seungmin calls back sweetly. Seungmin turns back to you and winks before happily skipping off to get his hair done.

After being teased by Seungmin the entire time the two of you explored Osaka for his one-on-one time with you, you're almost certain that you've become his new favorite target. You’re not even sure why, your reactions aren’t even that great. But still, he does a silly little prank like making you turn your head so he can poke your cheek or asks if he can take a picture of you with your phone only to take several selfies instead and die laughing.

You can’t help but let out a small laugh as you pick up your camera again. While the group is busy getting ready for the show, you’re sitting in the corner by an outlet charging your batteries, double-checking the SD cards, and cleaning all of your lenses. You really only need one battery and SD card but you want to be prepared in case you need to switch them in the middle of the show.

You turn to your side when you notice someone coming up and sitting close to you. You can't help the small smile that creeps up on your face when you realize that it's Jeongin. He doesn't say anything, instead, he brings his knees to his chest, rests his head on them, and pulls out his phone. You look around the room and confirm your suspicions when you see Felix, Jisung, and Minho in front of the talker camera. He knows that if he sits close enough to a staff member, whoever is filming will leave him alone. And since you’re not planning on moving anytime soon, he’s safest next to you.

“Noona, can you take a picture of my hair for me? I can reach the back and everyone else is busy.” Hyunjin comes up to you, holding his phone in his hands.

Hyunjin’s hair doesn’t look any different from how it looked earlier. It's still black and mostly straight, framing his face perfectly. Still, you know he was sitting in the hair stylist’s chair longer than he normally does so something must’ve changed and you can’t see it.

“Sure, but can you sit? I’ve been down here for too long, I think I’m stuck like this,” You try straightening out your legs but the pain that shoots out from them stops you.

Hyunjin nods happily before handing you his phone and kneeling with his back facing you. You fix the settings of the phone camera so you can take the best possible picture for him. When you look up, ready to take the picture, Hyunjin has put his hair in a little bun. The bun reveals that he buzzed off the underside of his head again. In the bottom corner, he has a small heart and the word 'Stay' shaved into it.

"Oh, you did an undercut again?" You ask softly so as to also not disturb Jeongin's peace and quiet.

"Yeah, I've been getting hot and my hair is too long." He turns around with a bright smile. You quickly snap a picture of him before motioning him to turn back around. "I might leave my hair down for now and reveal it during 'So Good.'"

Click.

"Let someone on the camera crew know so they can be sure to zoom in on the 'Love Stay.'" You take a few pictures of his hair, some from different angles, before tapping him on the shoulder and handing back his phone. "Can you send those to me? I might be able to use them."

Hyunjin smiles and nods vigorously as he checks the pictures on his phone. Instead of getting up, he sits facing you, still on his phone. After a few moments, you feel your phone go off in your pocket.

"Take a picture of my hair too!" Felix yells, running over with his phone.

"Ah, Yongbokkie, that's too loud." Hyunjin laughs as he scoots over so Felix can sit in front of you.

"Sorry," Felix says sheepishly. He starts patting his pockets before freezing. "Ah, I don't have my phone."

"Here," Hyunjin hands you his phone again so you can take pictures of Felix's hair for him.

Felix has been documenting all of his hairstyles from the tour so far. You could probably fill up an entire magazine of all of his hairstyles alone. Today, his hair is not much different from other looks but still a bit different. His hair has recently been bleached again, only to touch up the roots. Both of you have talked about him going back to a darker hair color after the first half of the tour to give his hair a break from all of the bleach. But for now, as long as his hair and scalp allows it, he's sticking with the blond.

"Do you like my hair, noona?" Felix asks after settling down low enough so you can see better.

His hair, except for a few strands, is pulled back into two star-shaped buns in the back of his head in a sort of half-up style. It's similar to the bow style you remember seeing pictures of circulating online earlier in the year. Felix moves and you see something in his hair catching in the light, shining brightly. The more that you look at it, you can see that his stylist added some silver tinsel into his hair.

"It's cute, Felix. Might be one of my favorite styles yet." You take a few pictures with flash so that the tinsel shines.

"Thank you," Felix beams as if he did his hair himself, turning around once the flashes stop and taking the phone back from you. He quietly hands the phone back to Hyunjin, not even checking the pictures. "I asked if they could do five stars in my hair but they were having trouble so we just did two. They said we can try 5 next time after they practice a bit more."

"Since they could make two stars with your hair, they might be able to try two flowers. Maybe even color it with hair chalk?" You suggest. Felix asks for hairstyle recommendations almost every time he sees you.

A few times he's convinced you to ask a stranger if you could take a picture of their hair while you're out with him and the kids so he could have a reference to show his stylists. It's one of the stranger things you've bonded over with someone, but sometimes it leads to strange texts from Felix of random pictures he's found online. And it's all because you mentioned how much you liked the bow bun he had.

"If they do that, do you think we can go out and find some flowers for me to take pictures with? Or like, a flower field? I'll even do a flower pose and you can use it for the magazine." Felix's eyes light up with excitement. He's speaking so fast that you almost don't understand him as he stumbles over his words.

Making 9 different versions of basically the same magazine has been hard so you welcome any sort of suggestions from them. And they enjoy the creative freedom. Seungmin suggested a whole coffee shop spread where he reviews coffees from each city you're in. Part of you think it's an excuse for him to drink coffee. Jeongin also tends to ask you to take an outfit of the day picture so he has a little fashion spread going. Whenever they go out to eat, Minho has been trying different foods and sending you pictures, the names of the foods, and ratings. At this point, you're going to have to put their names on the credits page under creative directors.

"Dinner time!" Chan sings as he walks into the room with a few staff members in tow. Chan, carrying two full bags, heads to the center of the room where there's a couch and small table. The other four staff members head to a table off to the side.

"C'mon, let's go," Hyunjin whispers softly to everyone.

Hyunjin, Felix, and Jeongin get up and follow you over to Chan so they can get their food. Soon after Minho and Jisung join them. You watch as the staff members who aren't preoccupied with something go over to the table off on the side to get their food.

You pack your cleaning equipment up and set it off to the side. You swap the battery in the charger with the one currently in the camera. Just as you're about to get up, Changbin is standing in front of you with both of his hands stretched out in front of him, waiting. You quietly chuckle to yourself as you take his hands and slightly pull yourself up as he tugs.

It's weird having Changbin willingly interact with you after months of him avoiding you like the plague. He's still cautious around you, hardly talking about anything outside of interview questions. At least, nothing that truly matters. But he is talking to you. He's even tagged along a few times when one or some of the members kidnaps you for a few hours.

"Thank you," You smile as you adjust your clothes. You lean back against the wall for a bit for support as the blood flows back into your legs.

Changbin nods as a response before turning and walking towards the other members. He pauses for a moment, turning back to you. His freshly straightened dyed black hair falls slightly over his eyes as he tilts his head. "Eat well,"

"You too, Changbin," You reply with a smile on your face.

You almost miss the small, satisfied smile that appears on his face before he nods and walks to join the other members for dinner. It was only there for a moment. So quick that you're certain that it's the first genuine smile he's given you that wasn't for the camera. You're not even sure he was aware of the fact that he did it. It was more like a reflexive twitch than an intentional action.

Note to self: try to get Changbin to smile like that more for pictures.

You kick yourself off the wall and head back to join the other staff members for dinner.

Buy me a coffee?

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[menlove]

now i'm curious .. why do you think john was gay?

disclaimer: this is not bi erasure & if anyone tries to start discourse w me about that i do not careeeee sorry. i care deeply abt bi erasure but he never labeled his own sexuality & as a figure of the past it's more than fair to speculate that when he talked abt his attraction to women it was from the pov of a gay man dealing w comphet. if he were alive today and saying he was bisexual i'd leave it alone but he's not so i'm not. sexuality can absolutely be fluid! and he very well may have been bisexual! this is just my personal theory & interpretation of things he's said through the lens of viewing him as a gay man. MOVING ON.

i need you to imagine all of this to the benny hill theme. let's go

with the beatles by alistair taylor pg. 98 (at least in the pdf copy i have- there's no actual page numbers so it might not match up exactly if you have the print copy)

and from the same book like a paragraph down- this one is not AS crazy bc there's a million explanations but also not being able to get it up for the one woman you've fantasized about forever...... oh brother

in a description of an auctioned off audio tape:

this :|

this from JOOOOAN BAEZ. JOAN BAEZ.

(source)

"It’s a plus, it’s not a minus. The plus is that your best friend, also, can hold you without… I mean, I’m not a homosexual, or we could have had a homosexual relationship and maybe that would have satisfied it, with working with other male artists."

this infamous quote (source from the wonderful @amoralto who is a great resource for beatles archiving)

"He was completely open and uninhibited with her, as she learned to be with him, owning up to his deepest sexual fantasies—like one of making love to a woman in her eighties, or even older, whose veined and wrinkled hands would be covered in diamonds. Over time, she became accustomed to his particular style of backhanded compliment. 'Do you know why I like you?' he remarked on one occasion. 'It’s because you look like a bloke in drag. You’re like a mate.' Yoko laughingly replied that she thought he must be 'a closet fag.'"

john lennon: the life by philip norman (take him w a grain of salt. also the doc i have for this one is html so i truly would have 0 clue on what page number this would be) BUT this is also corroborated by a yoko quote herself in a 1981 new york magazine interview

no, no, no by yoko ono which. what do i even need to say.

"I remember it, vaguely. I was out of me mind with drink – when you get down to the point where you drink all the empty glasses, that drunk. And he was saying, 'Well, come on, John, tell us,' something like that, 'Tell me about you and Brian, we all know,' like that. And obviously, I must have been un– uh, f– frightened of the fag in me to get so angry at that. You know, when you’re twenty-one, you want to be a man, and all that. And for the first time I thought, 'I could kill this guy.' I just saw it, like on a screen, that if I hit him once more, I – that’s gonna be it."

this other infamous quote uploaded in an audio by @amoralto (source)

"John believed in my work as an artist wasn’t accepted in part because I am a woman. He got angry when people said about me, 'She’s not a woman, she’s a female impersonator.' John said to me, 'If I had been gay and gotten together with a guy who was talented like you, after ten years that guy would have become famous as an artist in his own right. Maybe we should come out and say, 'Actually, Yoko is a guy.' Maybe that will do it!' That made him laugh a lot. John learned about women’s oppression from me, but I learned a lot about men’s vulnerability from him. He expressed his vulnerability, unlike a lot of other men. I learned that it’s not just men oppressing women. Men also suffer, they feel fear and guilt. For example, I thought the fact that men buy prostitutes was terrible. It filled me with indignation. But John explained it differently. 'It’s humiliating for a guy to buy a whore,' he told me. 'It’s proof that he’s rejected, he’s just so desperate.' I had never thought of that: for me who go to prostitutes, sex is connected to being rejected and humiliated. I always hated people who committed sex crimes, but through John I tuned in to their pain. John told me that it was unfortunate for the poor guy whose sexual preference was a crime and something to be feared. John’s perspective was, 'I’m lucky I’m normal.'"

yoko interview with jon wiener in come together: john lennon in his time. just..... whatever the hell is going on here.

interview w lisa robinson in hit parader "a conversation with john lennon" 1975

"With his four months’ greater experience, Sheridan was an ideal guide to the Reeperbahn’s more exotic diversions, like the Schwülen laden. Stu Sutcliffe later wrote home in amazement that the transvestites were 'all harmless and very young' and it was actually possible to speak to one 'without shuddering.' Though raised amid the same homophobia as his companions, John seemed totally unshocked by St. Pauli’s abundant drag scene; indeed, he often seemed actively to seek it out. 'There was one particular club he used to like,' Tony Sheridan remembers, 'full of these big guys with hairy hands, deep voices—and breasts. But they used to make an effort to talk English. There was something about the place that seemed to make John feel at home.'"

another from john lennon: the life so take it w a grain of salt

so many excerpts from skywriting by word of mouth

and more!

and thats all i'm hunting down for now but he also like Continuously went on and on and and on and ON about how his relationship w yoko worked bc she was so much like a man/mate/what have you

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P: Choi Yeonjun x Fem!Idol!Reader

S: A deep dive into the lives of the lovebirds of the industry, from their first meet to where they are today.

G: fluff, narrative fiction

W: guess who’s back!!! I SWEAR IM ALIVE but my writing has definitely gotten shittier after a year long absence cuz it gets difficult trying to come up with lots of different stories and furthermore writing them!! pls lmk if i should add any warnings to this i am trying my best :>

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“Are you two ready?”

“Yes.” You both replied, fidgeting anxiously in your seats.

At first, you hesitated at the request for this interview. However, the company had explained what would happen in such great detail that you accepted, as did Yeonjun.

When you arrived at the studio, they further explained what kind of questions were gonna be asked, the atmosphere, and the idea of making it a safe space for both of you. If at any point you two were uncomfortable, you were allowed to back out or move onto another question.

Two comfy white chairs situated rather close together sat in front of the camera. One had a fox plushie, and one had a pair of headphones— your representative emojis.

“Are you nervous?” Yeonjun asks, looking at you.

“A little.” You chuckle, your hand brushing against his.

The director behind the camera sits in his chair with a stern, but welcoming expression. He begins to speak.

“And… action!”

The interviewer did not have a microphone; her voice was soft, yet loud enough to be picked up on the microphone.

“Alright, let’s have you guys introduce yourselves.”

“Hello, I’m Y/N.”

“And I’m Yeonjun.”

You both wave to the camera.

“How does it feel to be known as the lovebirds of the industry?”

Yeonjun speaks up. “Well… we certainly weren’t expecting it. I mean, if we weren’t idols, I’m sure we would’ve just been a regular couple. But we take pride in that label, and we carry it out together.”

“Now, on behalf of everyone, we’d like to know how this all started. When did you two first meet?”

Yeonjun puckers his lips in thought before speaking again. “If we’re talking first-first meet.. it wasn’t long after TXT debuted.”

“Yeah, I was still a trainee.”

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You were parched. And the water machine was broken. The other one was empty. You still had some weird thing against sink water.

So when you were about to buy water from the vending machine in the building, you were pissed to find out there was none left. You just missed it.

You groan in defeat as you head to the elevator, waiting for the door to open. You’re too busy cursing the world in your head to notice someone tapping you on the shoulder.

“Hey.”

The voice finally makes you turn around, and you’re greeted by a familiar face standing in front of you.

“Yeonjun.” You mutter. “Hi, um, is there something you need?”

“Take this.” He hands you a bottle of water— the same brand that was in the vending machine. “You grabbed the last one?” You ask.

“Yeah. You look like you need it more than I do.”

“Do you want me to pay you back? I can–“

“No, it’s fine. Just take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I insist.”

You reluctantly take the bottle from him. “Thank you…” Your meek reply is followed by aggressive chugging, almost downing the bottle in one swift gulp. Sighing contentedly, you enter the elevator with him following behind you.

You’re unsure of how to ease the awkwardness in the air. “Um… congrats on your debut.” You say.

“Oh. Thanks. Have you… are you still training?”

“I’m debuting soon. Hopefully.”

“Really?”

You put my hand over your mouth. “I don’t think I was supposed to say that.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, it happens. Beomgyu almost revealed too much before our debut whenever we were out together.”

You smile.

His eyes land on you. “I’m looking forward to it.”

The elevator door opens, Yeonjun standing up straight to walk off the elevator. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye–“ You manage to reply before the door closes fully.

He knew your name.

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“Really? Is that what you thought?” Yeonjun smiles, holding back a laugh.

“Well, I hadn’t debuted yet, so I was surprised!”

“I remembered seeing you in the halls when I was a trainee, and I asked what your name was since we had the same dance instructor.”

“You remembered?” You look at him in awe.

“It’s hard for me to forget a pretty face.”

You laugh and look away, embarrassed by the sudden compliment.

“How did you guys find out you liked each other?”

This time, you answer. “Yeonjun and I had each other’s KakaoTalks, so we’d been keeping in touch. We did it really carefully, so only our members ended up found out. As for how we found out…”

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You notice an unfamiliar, alluring scent coming from Yeonjun. “New perfume?”

“Yes, how’d you know?”

“It’s strong. And not like the one you usually wear.”

“Is it too much?” is what he said, but he was really thinking about the fact that you noticed the change.

“A little… but I like it.”

“Yeonjun, I thought you were getting us drinks…” One of his group members, who you recognized as Beomgyu, came up behind him.

“I am, I’m just waiting…”

“Y/N! I really liked your solo song, but Yeonjun likes it even more.” He nudges Yeonjun’s arm.

“Hey, cut it out.” Yeonjun nudges Beomgyu even harder to make him stop.

“He won’t stop listening to it. He has it on repeat 24/7.” You look at Yeonjun, surprised, as he can’t meet your gaze. “Really?”

“Is she the girl you said you liked? She looks a lot like her.” Beomgyu’s clearly said too much since Yeonjun glares at him while your eyes go wide. “I’m sorry?” Your gaze shifts over to Yeonjun.

At that, a tray of iced americanos and chocolates are served, Beomgyu picking up the tray at once. “Well, I’ll bring this back down since you two are still chatting.” Yeonjun quickly swipes his own drink from the counter as Beomgyu waves a quick goodbye before making his way to the elevator.

“So…” You look at Yeonjun as your own order is served. “You like me?”

He’s at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. There was no use of lying anyways. “I guess you could say that…” He mutters, watching you sip from your straw as his grip on his own cup gets tighter. “I get that we can’t move forward with this. Call it admiration.”

“But do you really like me?”

He pauses again. “Yes. I do.” This time, he sounded more sure.

“What do you like about me?”

Lost in thought, Yeonjun recollects everything he knows about you. “A lot. Um, I like your smile. I like your resilience. I like the way you aren’t afraid to take creative liberty with your projects. I… admire your leadership. You take such good care of your members that I can understand why you all have such good harmony. I’m envious of that sometimes.”

What struck you deeply was the fact that the qualities he listed had nothing to do with your appearance. It was merely who you were as a person. For him to love the aspects of you that were apparent but subtle, it made you fall in love with him almost instantly.

“I, um–“

“Let’s walk and talk. I mean, while we go back to work.”

“Yes– yes, of course.”

It takes a few extra seconds for the elevator door to close after you both entered. “Y/N, I understand we can’t… y’know. You’re probably preparing for your next comeback and–“

“I want to try and make this work.”

He looks at you, dumbfounded. “Really? But–“

“I know there’s risks. I know our careers could be ruined. But… no one’s ever talked about me in the way you did. I wouldn’t mind losing my fame if it meant being with someone that truly appreciates me.”

He feels his face heat up, struggling to find the right words again. “So… so– you like me too.”

This time, your eyes stray from his. “Yeah. Maybe just a little bit.” You both laugh at the situation you found yourselves in. What a coincidence. “We have to be really careful. We might already be busted from the cameras in here.”

“I don’t think they pick up audio.”

You sigh. “That’s a relief.”

The elevator door opens on your floor. “I’ll see you later.” You say, stepping off.

“I’ll text you!” Yeonjun replies as the doors begin to close on him.

So much just happened in the span of 15 minutes.

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“Thank you, Beomgyu for oversharing.” You laugh. “What happened when you got back to your dorms after?”

“I yelled at him.”

“Why?”

“I got mad at him but then also told him thank you but didn’t tell him why I said thank you.”

You snicker, placing your hand on the armrest of the chair.

“So, I’m assuming he asked you out first?” The interviewer asks.

“Yes, I did.”

“And how was that?”

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It’s late at night, and you’re dropped face first on your couch while the broadcast of Inkigayo plays faintly in the background.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Your roommate and member, Haeun, asks, staring at you with great concern on her face. You tiredly hold up a thumbs up as she walks into her room. “Goodnight…” She says.

“Night…” You reply, half-asleep.

A knock at the door drives you out of your sleepy state as quickly as it had settled in. You approach slowly, planning to mutter a few words and get it over and done with until you see who’s at the door.

“Yeonjun.”

You looked like a hot mess right now, buried in the length of your hoodie with your hair unkept and messy. “What– what are you doing here?” You ask, desperately trying to make yourself look the least bit presentable.

He looks around quickly before pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind, enjoying the surprised look on your face.

“Y/N, can I take you out on a date?”

For as long as you have been talking, you never expected to be asked out on your first date like this, so sudden and unexpected.

“Are you serious?” You ask, taking the bouquet from him in awe.

He nods. “I figured sooner is better than later to ask you so I can plan stuff out and–“

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you!”

The brightest smile appeared on your face, contrasting with how you looked at the moment, but Yeonjun didn’t seem to mind. All he cared about was the pure bliss that came from your reaction, and the mutual feeling of excitement that lingered between the two of you.

“But… this is really sudden; where did this come from?” You ask, looking at him.

“I didn’t want to wait anymore. I like you, you like me, I really enjoy talking to you and I just– I know we can make this work.”

You’re stunned, merely staring at him and the flowers without a word.

“How do you know for sure?” You finally speak.

“How do you think we’re still talking like this without anybody else finding out?”

When you don’t respond, he chuckles, messing up your hair like how it looked before. His hand moved down to your cheek, watching your eyes move from his hand to his face as he cupped your face.

“I’ll get going, otherwise I’ll worry the rest of my group.”

“Okay.” You respond, breathless.

“I’ll see you tomorrow? Hopefully we can talk more.”

“Yeah.” Your tone is airy and light as if you’re stuck in a dream. He chuckles again at your reply, pinching your cheek. “Bye, Yeonjun…”

“Bye Y/N. Get some rest.” He says as he walks away. When he’s a safe enough distance, you lean against the door until it’s completely shut, locking it as your mind races at a million miles per second.

The door to Haeun’s room opens as she looks at you with wide eyes. “What happened here?” She asks.

“Nothing! Nothing happened!” You panic walk into your own room as Haeun trails behind you, bombarding you with a bunch of questions.

“Y/N, who are those from?!”

“Nobody!”

“Who was at the door? Tell me!”

“No! No one was at the door!”

“Y/N!”

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“You came when I looked like a mess; I was so embarrassed…”

“You looked cute.” You pinch his cheek as he pouts playfully, hand subconsciously resting on top of his.

You aren’t used to it, holding hands with him in a professional setting like this. But the feeling is natural, comfortable, and welcoming. You both could hear a collective “aww” from the crew behind the camera, making you both giggle.

Though unprompted, you elaborate on the topic. “So… Yeonjun loves talking about our first date for some odd reason.”

He sighs. “It was the moment that I knew you were the one for me.”

“We snuck out and ate barbecue.” You scoff.

“Then had a drunken walk home. I got to hold you in my arms for the first time.”

“Don’t remind me of that…”

He chuckles again, thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

“You were cute.”

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“Yeonjun, I can walk on my own juuuuuussst fiiiinne…” You stumble over your own feet, prompting him to catch you.

“Let’s go back home.” He laughs, supporting you with your arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“Noooo, not yeeet…”

“I didn’t expect you to get so drunk…” He mutters.

“Yeonjun, you’re so nice…” Your words slur together, almost unintelligible. “And you’re so handsome too… you should dye your hair darker! Black! Black would look good!” Your hand goes up to play with his hair. “How are you so handsome, it’s confusing…”

“I’m– I’m not that handsome–“

“Yes, you aaaareee!” Your hands messily cup his face. “Your eyes, your lips, your entire face…” You lean into his shoulder again, letting him support you once more. “And nice… so nice…”

“Thank you, Y/N…”

“You treat me so well… I’ve never been–“ You hiccup. “–been so deserving. Why are you so nice?! Am I too mean? People– people say I’m mean sometimes.”

“You aren’t mean, Y/N…” He starts, preparing to ramble about something you probably won’t remember the next morning. “I think… you just want everyone to work hard so they do their best, and you’re taking charge of that role. You’re really influential, Y/N. And…” He mutters softly. “You’re also really beautiful.”

You giggle. “You really think so?”

A smile creeps onto his face. “I know so.”

When he reaches your dorm room, he waits patiently for your roommate to open the door after a failed attempt to find your keys in your bag. The door opens with an unfazed Haeun.

“I’ll take care of her.” She takes you off his arms.

“No– Haeun! I wanna stay with Yeonjun!”

“Yeonjun needs to go and rest!”

“But I miss Yeonjun!”

“You saw him 5 seconds ago! He’s still at the door!” She helps you into your room before rushing back to the door. “Thank you.” She mutters quietly, closing the door quickly.

“Haeun, where is Yeonjun!?”

“Back at his dorm!”

“Yeonjun!”

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“‘Yeonjun! I miss Yeonjun!’” He mocks, laughing at the memory. “I could hear you from outside your dorm.”

“I get really whiny when I’m drunk, don’t blame me!”

“I like taking care of you anyways, so it works out for me.”

“Speaking of which– Yeonjun gets me a lot of gifts. Surprises me out of nowhere.”

“And do you still have them?” The interviewer asks, making Yeonjun look at you hopefully.

“Yes, I do.” I smile. “There’s usually flowers in my dorm because he gives me so many, and all the plushies he gave me I still have in my room.”

“Which one is your favourite?” He asks.

“The first one you ever got me. You named it Daniel.” You recall as a proud look appears on his face. “My English name. So it reminds you of me.”

“And it was a fox too, wasn’t it? You posted a few photos.” The interviewer speaks up again, receiving some nods from you. “It was your soft launch for your relationship… but people didn’t really know at the time, did they?”

You agree. “Right, because… my manager ended up finding out, unsurprisingly, but it took them a while to figure it out. The companies knew, but the public didn’t. We really did our best to keep it as private as possible, but I couldn’t help it.”

“We actually have that post pulled up right now…” The post shows up on the monitor; it feels so nostalgic looking back at them.

“This was when I had blonde hair! Ah, that was so long ago…” You sigh, reliving all the memories at once merely from those photos alone.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” Yeonjun says out of nowhere, eyes glued to the screen. “Why, what– what did I do?” You laugh at the sudden compliment. “Do you like my hair dark or light like that?” You point at the screen.

“Dark. We match.” He smiles as certain parts are focused on the screen.

“So here’s your caption.”

daniel 🦊❤️

Yeonjun chuckles softly as he reads his own name.

“And the comments…”

The comments— well, at least one half of them:

Y/N SO PRETTYYY

such cuties

that’s gonna sell out so fast now 😭

AWWWW

The other half:

YEONJUN?

GUYS I MIGHT BE TRIPPING BUT ISNT YEONJUN’S NAME DANIEL…

im like 95% sure shes talking ab yeonjun

yeonjun’s english name is daniel and his emoji is a fox erm do you have something to spill y/n

“Now what did you think of everyone’s reactions to the post?”

“Well… my fans are quite smart but only some people figured it out, which surprised me. I saw all the articles made on it and honestly, I read them for fun. I remember sitting with Yeonjun in my dorm and scrolling through everything while laughing. I’m glad it didn’t turn into a whole thing, though. We were in the clear.”

“Yeonjun, what was your soft launch?”

“Y/N talked about her favourite song during a live and I posted it on my story. I picked the lyrics that reminded me most of her.”

“That’s smart, I should’ve been discreet like you…” You mutter.

“Less people noticed compared to Y/N, but somehow there was still an article on it? I thought it was funny when I read the whole thing.”

“Was it fun watching people speculate about your relationship?”

“Yes.” You both replied, in sync.

“And how was it when you both finally announced it?”

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‘We have discussed with both artists and have confirmed they are in a relationship together…’

“Wow. Just like that?” You ask yourself as you read the statement over and over again.

“They’re blunt about it… and they did discuss it with us.”

You look over at Yeonjun, who’s clearly glued to his phone. “What did you just post?”

“How did you know?!” He groans. “I always know.” You go to his Instagram account and see he did, in fact, post something, but you were in the frame. You tap on it immediately to see multiple photos of the two of you, sometimes just you.

surprise ☺️💕

You stare at the caption as the comments begin to flood with shock and utter disbelief while Yeonjun speaks up. “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You’re gonna get in so much trouble.”

“For loving you? I can take it.” He gets up from the couch and walks over to you, putting his phone in his pocket. “We should… lay low for a few days.” He suggests.

“No shit…”

“Language.”

“You were swearing over the phone a few days ago.”

“Inexcusable.”

Haeun bursts through the door, holding her phone out in front of her with Yeonjun’s post open, panting aggressively. “What the fuck is this?!” She yells.

“So much for language…” You mumble, feeling Yeonjun nudge you.

“Are you angry? Happy? I mean, you already knew…” He shrugs, mostly nonchalant.

“I’m very aggressively excited for both of you and extremely worried for Y/N.”

“What about me?” Yeonjun chuckles.

“I can hear your members screaming right now. They’re feeling the same things I am.”

Yeonjun feels his face heat up as you giggle beside him. “I guess we just have to wait and see how this all plays out.” You say, kissing his cheek. Haeun stares at the two of you in pure shock.

You smile at her. “What? You act like you’ve never seen us together before.”

After spending some time with you (and Haeun third wheeling) in your dorm, he goes back to his own, unlocking the door and entering without a second thought.

“I’m home.”

He isn’t fully aware of his surroundings, nearly getting a heart attack seeing Beomgyu in front of him.

“Ah– what the hell, man?”

“Yeonjun…” Beomgyu sniffles, though obviously not sad. “You’re actually so lame…”

“Huh? What did I do?”

“You testify to the executives and didn’t even mention my name once?!”

“He’s all butthurt because you didn’t give him credit for getting you guys together.” Taehyun chimes in.

Beomgyu fake sniffles again. “They never give the right people credit…”

“Hey, cut it out, Beomgyu, it already happened.” Soobin puts his hand on the sobbing man’s shoulder, as if he’d already dealt with this behaviour before.

“I’ll say something about you, Beomgyu, don’t worry.” Yeonjun reassures as if he was talking to a child.

“And give me the credit for getting you guys together?”

“What? No.”

“Fair enough.”

“Yeonjun, what are you gonna do now?” Hueningkai approaches him with his phone opened, showing articles upon articles posted online.

Yeonjun chuckles. “I guess… we’ll just have to wait and see how this all plays out.”

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“And then there was that time on Suchwita with you and Taehyun?” The question is obviously directed towards Yeonjun, who lets out a light laugh.

“Ah, yes, I drunk called Y/N during filming…”

“He did more than that, by the way.”

“Do you really have to tell them what happened?”

“You get to tell a story about me being drunk, I get to tell a story about you being drunk.”

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“Yeonjun? Yeonjun, are you there?” Suga giggles at his guest’s drunken state. “Huh?”

“Ah, okay, he’s still alive.” Taehyun jokes.

“Yeonjun, how is everything with Y/N?” Suga asks. Yeonjun’s face suddenly lights up at the question. “Oh, Y/N…” He says dreamily, drunkenly smiling.

“Y/N’s the… prettiest girl in the world… she’s super talented and she… scolds me a lot, sometimes when I drink too much…”

Suga’s gaze shifts between Yeonjun and the camera. “So you’re going to get scolded for being on this show then?”

Yeonjun tiredly lifts his head up, facing the camera. “Y/N, I’m… sorry!”

“Yeonjun, what are you doing?” Taehyun looks over at the older member, seeing him pull his phone out and open your contact. Suga realizes what’s going on. “Are you calling her?”

You pick up. “Hello?”

“Y/N!” Yeonjun drags as he speaks into the phone. “Y/N, I love youuuu.” He hiccups.

There’s nothing on the other end for a few seconds.

“…Are you drunk?”

His face drops. “I’m sorry, Y/N…” You can practically hear him pouting on the other end.

“Yeonjun, I told you to be careful while filming…”

“I know…”

“How much soju did you drink?”

“It’s whiskey.” Taehyun cuts in.

You mentally facepalm as you hear drunken sappy love confessions spill from Yeonjun’s mouth. But you can’t deny how flustered it’s making you.

“Seriously? It isn’t as strong, but…” You sigh. “Please take care of him, Taehyun.”

“Bye Y/N, I… love… you!” Yeonjun stumbles over his words, per usual, giggling into the phone.

You pause. “I love you too, Yeonjun. Take care.”

You hang up since he’s clearly too out of it to do it himself.

“Yeonjun, you’re embarrassing.” Taehyun deadpans, making Suga laugh from the other end of the table.

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“You two just continue to go viral.” The interviewer laughs off camera, making the both of you laugh as well.

“Our relationship is like any other, yet people really make it seem like it’s a big deal…” Yeonjun states with an awkward expression on his face.

“This is a first step towards more open relationships in K-pop. How does it feel paving the way for such opportunities for other idols?”

“Honestly… we got really lucky. I think everyone was more surprised than angry? Of course, there was still hate, but it didn’t really affect me. I was more concerned about the safety of my group and his group rather than myself. I promised to take the blame for anything directed towards us, but not a lot ended up coming.” You explain, looking over at Yeonjun for him to elaborate.

“Yes, we were very fortunate to not have so much hate after we announced everything. It’s nice seeing the fans so supportive, it’s really cute.” He chuckles just thinking about it. “I think… me and Y/N were on the same page with enduring the hate on behalf of our groups. It was a natural instinct for both of us since we were the direct subjects of the news. I wouldn’t wanna be caught up in this with anybody else.”

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“This is new, isn’t it?” You say, referring to the interview that just wrapped up.

Both you and Yeonjun were waiting in the dressing room, seated together.

“Mhm. I enjoyed it, did you?” He replies.

“Yeah. I think we gave them a lot of content to work with.”

“Any more and the video would be an hour… this shoot would’ve been longer.”

“How could it go on for longer? We were chatting for hours!”

“Maybe we should apologize to the staff later.”

“We should.”

Yeonjun’s hand brushes over yours, and no matter how many times he does it, it always gives you butterflies in your stomach. While your face shows no change, he knows how it makes you feel, and how you feel right now.

He’s the only person that knows.

“I enjoyed that filming, really. We could be ourselves, no judgement.” He laces his fingers with yours. “I could hold your hand.”

Your eyes finally meet his, the look you two exchange full of love and gratitude.

“I’ve never felt so comfortable addressing everything.” You reply.

“Maybe you just needed some support.” You feel Yeonjun gently squeeze your hands reassuringly. “Was I enough for that?”

“You are and will always be enough for me and everyone, ‘junie.”

You see his gaze falter slightly, as he blurts out, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

His sudden words catch you off guard and have you stifling a laugh. “Really?” He nods in reply.

“I mean, if we can hold hands, we can surely kiss, can’t we?” You say.

“What if someone walks in on us?”

“They watched clips of us slow dancing, that is so much more embarrassing.”

Yeonjun chuckles at that, leaning forward. He’s too lost in your eyes to remember why his face is so close to yours until you finally close the distance, his lips against yours.

He tastes as sweet as his words and moves as meaningful as his desires. His hand goes to cradle your jaw while yours fall down to his shoulders.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes lovingly. He gets lost again but is brought back by the sound of your voice. “How was that?”

“Exhilarating.”

You laugh at his choice of words.

For a little while, the world is confined to you and him on the comfiest dressing room couch you’ve ever sat on, telling silly inside jokes at the ceiling while hand in hand.

The one thing that remains constant is you and him.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

baby i’m comfortable with you, and you’re comfortable with me. 🎧

[umanari]

yan! sunday x reader - long walk home

summary: this isn't a one-shot, more of a scenario. reader here is sunday's spouse and is dealing with everything after what happened in the end of penacony.

c/w: sunday is stated to be controlling, manipulation, the whole yandere shebang. also using that one theory that sunday might become a stellaron hunter, but it's mostly implied here. feel free to tell me what tags are needed, because i am horrible with tags.

Sunday is missing. He had been missing ever since the Astral Express crew had beaten him.

You react to this with indifference, mostly. Of course, you put on a show in public- because you have to. Robin finds comfort in you, over some idea of shared grief- you wonder, once, where she had gotten the impression. But you wave it away. Robin cries into your shoulder, and you know better than to hurt her when she's down.

Everything remains the same. Sunday had not been the greatest love of your life- which he had always lamented. You were his love- so, in truth, you move on fairly quickly. But you don't seek anyone new- because there is no point, and the cameras watch your every move. So you settle. You stay in that suffocating mansion of his, and act like a grieving spouse. This role does not suit you, but you can just about make anything work for you nowadays.

Sunday hadn't been a terrible husband. Controlling, yes, possessive, too- but he was not particularly unkind. He loved you. As much love as the man can give, in any case. You had once come to the conclusion that he did love you, yes- but it was out of some desire of control. You had loved him once, perhaps. That love had been out of fear, though, you amend. Terrified. But you had grown used to him.

The new status quo for you is relatively simple. You attend interviews, and you lament- tearfully, of course- on what the wrongs your husband had committed. You say you miss him. It is not true, but you must make it seem that way.

This is your life. You prefer it, if for the calm silence broken up by the occasional interview or phone call.

And then Sunday appears again, and everything is thrown into disarray.

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"Why are you back," you state. It is not a question. You do not look at him with any sort of affection. In fact, you seem close to rolling your eyes.

Sunday sighs. "I am allowed to visit my partner."

"Aren't you in jail," you respond instead, "well," you pause. "Supposed to be, in any case?"

Sunday waves you off. He does this normally, and you have grown used to it. When he does not respond, you take it as a yes.

"I was," he finally states. "But I have been.. shown an different path. One free from both Ena and Xipe."

"What does that have to do with me," you counter. You inch away from him. He looks different. You finally notice the little imperfections about his outfit, and wonder briefly why he hasn't gone into a rage about it yet.

Sunday does not notice your gaze. Rather, he does notice- but he pays it no heed.

"I would like for you to come with me."

You pause. You purse your lips.

"No," you reply. "No. Wouldn't it be best for you to shed any remnants of your old identity, if you really did escape from jail or whatnot?"

"You make sense," Sunday states. "I have always liked that about you. You are logical- but kind."

He walks closer. You slink away. His halo flutters, and you realize something. He will do this regardless. He has always done what he wants, regardless. He loves you, therefore, he needs to control you.

He is finally close enough to touch you. And your barrier cracks, and you shiver and you want to cry. You hate this man, you bitterly think, you hate him. He takes and he gives and in recompense for everything, you were his little stress toy.

"Come now," he croons out, fixing a strand of your hair, "we shall leave Penacony together. While the perfect dream did not work out, we will always have each other."

In a way, it is romantic. In another universe, perhaps. But here you shiver. You recoil. He only grabs you tighter, and it is here- it is here, when you finally do cry for something.

[magnifythesun]

Hiii so mexican salsa YES this post is a prompt! Feel free to change it to whatever you like, but I'd love a lil' story like this:

Ian and anthony are both very obviously in love and the whole smoffice knows it, but them lmao! I'd love this fic to be just text messages or slack posts or sth, where the cast and crew report of sightings of Ian and anthony doing very ianthony stuff and not realize it themselves. Maybe they come up w a way to show or nudge them in the right direction? But Ian and Anthony will still make it a bro moment (broment) bc they think the other one just wants to be bros LMAO ~ Japhan2024 💖

@japhan2024 FANTASTIC IDEA I have to believe that the Smosh cast legit has a secret group chat for stuff like this hahaha the looks on their faces whenever Ian and Anthony do something shippy is priceless

im going to wrack my brain for my favorite moments lolol I hope you enjoy!

(mid writing note: i first wrote basically all texts but it wasn't quite flowing the way i wanted it to so now there's a little more prose lol. this also taught me i do NOT know enough crew members' names)

read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56346769

---

It took Erin less than ten minutes to create The Group Chat following the slapping video caress incident.

Erin: "okay so what the fuck"

Tommy: "i'm beside myself."

Angela: "SO WE'RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT IT"

It began, and all hell broke loose from there.

Most of the cast and crew didn't know Anthony too well when he first returned, but everyone could tell Ian began to positively glow once he came back. It had started mostly with little under-the-breath comments about how big Ian had smiled at something Anthony did, or shared glances after they looked lost in each other's worlds. It's not that everyone wanted to speculate about their bosses, but rather that their bosses were practically giving them no choice.

The real watershed moment was the birth of The Group Chat, which finally provided an outlet for all ianthony incidents witnessed by the cast and crew.

---

Shayne: "Please tell me how Anthony managed to turn his smosh cast interview into an hour of us complimenting Ian."

Tommy: "i swear he practices in his car on the way to work"

---

Erin: "not them discussing deepthroating injuries for like three whole minutes..."

Erin: "while Anthony sucks on his rainbow lollipop......"

Chanse: "they are not beating the allegations"

---

Josh: "So this is I think the fourth video I've edited where Anthony has called Ian daddy??"

Josh: "WHAT is the thought process. I just can't put it together. is Anthony just like yeah I'm going to call my bro daddy about seventeen separate times with varying levels of seriousness and that's good and het and normal."

Erin: "Josh, istg you don't see the half of it. Come watch them film and pay special attention when the cameras are OFF."

---

Erin: "im losing it"

Arasha: "oh god. what happened"

Erin: "i am not fucking kidding right now anthony just called him submissive and breedable."

Keith: "WHAT"

Erin: "he said what he said."

Angela: "BREEDABLE????????????"

Erin: "in front of god and everyone."

Angela: "BREEDABLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

---

Tommy: "catching up on the main channel sketches and i just have to ask"

Tommy: "How many men can Ian date in his sketches until he realizes he'd like to date one in real life?"

Chanse: "don't SPEAK to me about it"

---

Tommy: "bicurious, hmm? Ian would you like to share something with the class???"

Chanse: "hes so deep in the mental closet his art is trying to scream it at him through his subconscious."

Chanse: "ive been there 😞"

Josh: "I've never been more prepared to edit a video in my whole life"

---

Angela: "Erinnnn not u directing them to stand closer together 😭😭"

Erin: "look I'm at my wits end. I'm thinking forced proximity might do it"

Keith: "if that could work they would have gotten it during kissing currency 😙💸"

Shayne: "@ courtney is this your thought process behind wanting a kissing video"

Courtney: "HA"

Courtney: "yes."

---

Courtney: "okay so if our plan at this point is just to make them read so many fanfics about themselves out loud that they spontaneously realize they're in love, we've got to find some fics that don't contain the word 'cummies'"

Angela: "what are cummies?? 😇"

Shayne: "ANGELA I SWEAR TO GOD"

---

As the incidents kept piling up, a plot began to form. Maybe Anthony and Ian were just so oblivious that they all needed to adopt a certain 'push-comes-to-shove' mentality, and do what had to be done. Everyone agreed, they had to find a way to put them in such a charged situation that this would all finally boil over, and the astounding tension that had plagued the office would be resolved. The ultimate achievement of this long-weary Group Chat.

Erin: "okay so one more time. everyone has talked with HR, yes? and everyone slated for the vid is comfortable with the concept of spin the bottle"

Angela: "what's spin the bottle? 😇"

Tommy: "STOP"

Shayne "1) Yes for the thousandth time, we promise. 2) What the FUCK are we going to do if this bottle never lands on Anthony and Ian"

Erin: "I will keep this shoot going as long as necessary."

Shayne: "That sounds like a threat?"

Chanse: "I'm suddenly regretting my decision. May I take my week's vacation right now?"

---

Erin: "how..."

Courtney: "did you see the look in their eyes????? :O"

Angela: "FATE WAS ON OUR SIDE. IT LANDED ON THEM THREE WHOLE TIMES"

Erin: "yes but,,,,,"

Tommy: "don't speak to me I'm still reeling"

Keith: "oh please don't tell me it didn't work."

Chanse: "i just have one question. how did they kiss THREE TIMES and still not realize."

Courtney: "they were both practically levitating from giddiness"

Arasha: "they just kept looking away from each other and laughing it off... they didn't see each other's expressions 😭😭"

Angela: "guys. guys"

Erin: "what"

Angela: "do u know what this means"

Angela: "now that we've pushed them over this hurdle... They're going to start bro kissing in their sketches"

Chanse: "oh my god"

Josh: "oh fuck you're right"

Erin: "that's it."

Erin: "im quitting smosh"

Amanda: "Oh hey guys! We have a group chat?"

Shayne:

[happyandticklish]

Morning Breath

Summary: Nancy is worried for her upcoming job interview, and Steve tries—inadvisably—to lighten the mood.

Notes: Commission for @ultimatelee19. I don't often write for Stranger Things, so I hope this is up to par! I had fun writing it nonetheless. I love these two dorks <3

“You’re up early.”

Nancy stiffened from her position on the couch, her hands immediately flying to her chest. She cursed herself for the involuntary action afterward. She was still in pajamas, after all, thus leaving anything that would have been there thoroughly protected by a thin tank top. Not to mention, it was nothing Steve hadn’t seen before. She still wasn’t quite used to knowing that it was only her and Steve in the apartment. She kept expecting annoying little brothers or overprotective parents to barge in at any moment.

She turned around to find Steve leaning against the railing midway down the stairs, his mouth quirked in a half smile. He was, noticeably, dressed only in some thin shorts. Nancy’s gaze roamed his torso for a moment before she caught herself and smiled in return.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re going to be fine. It’s only one job interview. I'm sure you'll do great, and if you don't, there will be others, I promise."

“A job interview that I only barely secured,” Nancy corrected as Steve made his way down the stairs. “A female reporter is a ridiculous notion according to this society we live in. I mean, they could cancel right now. They hardly need to keep their word, after all. Sure they may think it’s an ‘interesting concept’ now, but—”

“Nancy.”

She broke off mid-rant as two arms wrapped around her from behind. Soft lips pressed into the back of her neck, peppering her shoulders with featherlight kisses so she couldn’t help but shiver. “You’re going to do great. You are incredibly smart, a verified badass, and you can articulate yourself better than half the dying old men in the profession. Not to mention, I’ve never met anyone so skilled at getting into other people’s business as yourself—”

“Hey.” She elbowed him lightly, but turned her head to grin back at him. “I suppose I’ll choose to take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

He leaned forward to kiss her and she sighed a little as her lips meant hers. Her and Steve’s relationship had never exactly been a stable one, but five years had passed since the craziness that Hawkins had brought about; things were different between them—calmer. And she often found herself in moments like these realizing how lucky she truly was to have found him.

“Although, Nance, no offense, but if anything is going to throw them off, it’s this bad breath.”

…or not.

“Seriously, I love you babe, but it smells like something gross died in there.”

Nancy’s brows twitched in irritation, and she squirmed out of his embrace, whirling around on him. “For your information, I haven’t had time to brush my teeth just yet. And who are you to judge? Your breath doesn’t exactly smell like roses either.” She opened her mouth, breathing at him and he lurched back. “How does that smell, hmm? Since you’re such an expert.”

Steve held a hand up to his throat, faking a gag as he fell back on the couch. “Gross! Ach, the smell! I may never recover.”

“You—!” Nancy smacked a pillow lightly on his stomach, and he grinned over the top of it.

Steve held up his hands in mock surrender, though the shit-eating grin on his face didn't make him look all that apologetic. “Relax, I’m just trying to lighten the mood. You know, make you less tense.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t I just make you ‘less tense’?”

“What is that supposed to mean—woah!”

Steve grunted as Nancy tackled him back against the couch, clambering quickly atop his waist.  He opened his mouth to retort something back, perhaps an apology or some further continuance of the bit that had gotten him here in the first place, but a bark of laughter escaped instead as Nancy dug her fingers into his ribs.

“W-Woah, woah, woah, Nance—shit, not thehehere!”

Nancy tried hard to fight back her giddy smirk. Steve’s ticklishness had become apparent not far into their first relationship, though she had forgotten about it for a while once they reopened things. She had made sure to make good use of the information once it had reappeared after cuddling during a movie night had led to its revelation. Nancy was hardly immune to it, but Steve was ticklish enough that it was easy to make him forget that revenge was a possibility. Convenient for her.

“How’s about it, Stevie?” she crooned, gently climbing her way up his ribcage. “Are you feeling the tension leaving yet?”

His hands shot down to latch around her wrists at that, but they didn’t do much to actually shove her off. “This is cruhuhuel!” he whined, yelping the closer her fingers grew to his underarms. His legs kicked against the cushion, attempting to push his body further up the couch to failing results.

“This is payback.” She teased the edges of his armpits, scratching against his top rib without actually leaving the area just yet. Steve shook his head, letting out noises that could only be described as giggles. “Besides, I have to get out my nervous jitters somehow, and you’re the perfect subject to release them on.”

One of her fingers inched ever so slightly higher. Steve yelped. “Don’t."

“Don’t what? Tickle you?”

“D-Don’t go thehehere!”

She raised an eyebrow, this time unable to hide her smirk. “Ahh, just don’t go there? But not, ‘don’t stop tickling’? Interesting bargaining. One could be led to believe that you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Nohohot lihihike thihis!"

“But there’s another way you could enjoy it?”

A flush had begun to creep its way up Steve’s neck and he groaned, glancing away. “S-Stop twisting my wohohords! And—fuck, get ohohout of there!”

Nancy had gone in for the kill, allowing her hands to free roam under his arms now in quick, spidery motions that were quickly destroying his composure. Steve’s arms twitched violently, struggling not to jerk down but to stay up in the air. He had let go of her hands in favor of gripping the back of the couch, his face twisted up in expression of helpless mirth.

Honestly, Nancy thought, Steve had only himself to blame for getting tickled like this so often. She couldn’t be faulted for taking advantage of someone who was so obviously leaving themselves vulnerable on purpose.

He continued to let her tickle him like that for another few minutes before it finally became too much for him. Nancy’s eyes widened as he lurched forward suddenly, grabbing her hands and pushing back until she was lying trapped underneath him on the couch instead.

“Too much for you?” she asked innocently, knowing she was digging her own grave, but unable to help it. And it did have wonderful results as Steve’s flush darkened even as he transferred both her wrists to one hand, leaving his other free to sue.

“How long do you have before your interview again?”

She frowned. “An hour. Why—”

“Ten-minute car ride, fifteen minutes to get ready, fifteen to eat—I believe that leaves us twenty minutes.”

Nancy’s pulse quickened in her chest, from fear or excitement she couldn’t tell. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you’d consider putting this whole thing behind us?"

“Ask me in another ten minutes.”

Nancy’s laughter rang through the house as Steve followed through on his promise. In reality, he only kept her there for another five minutes before a particularly effective strategy against her hips had her shrieking for mercy in mere seconds, though to Nancy, it felt like much longer. Not that she would learn her lesson for the next time she decided Steve needed to be taken down a peg.

After all, standing down was not within the nature of Nancy Wheeler.

[sssammich]

collateral ch6

HELLO i'm posting this purely for the bit in that it's st. patrick's day and therefore it's kmcg's day. sorry to the one veto vote in my unserious poll.

here's the chapter in ao3

here's the rest on tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

thx for reading see u next time

---

It’s only Kara’s third week on the job at CatCo. It’s a definite upgrade from her job writing articles for the Midvale Messenger, but the transition from small town to big city living has needed a little learning curve. She’s barely gotten used to her schedule, let alone the bus route to and from her apartment when a really big assignment falls on her lap that changes her entire life. 

She looks up, pushing her glasses back on her face when she finds Snapper’s scowling face in front of her. 

“Come with me.”  

She furrows her brows, yet before she has time to ask him anything, he’s already walking away. She scrambles to her feet and rushes after her boss paying little attention to the stares coming from those around the office. She eventually gets her answer when they end up in his office.

“Sir, what—” 

“Can you explain to me why Lena Luthor requested you specifically to write about the launch of their new tech project?” 

Kara’s head remains empty as she quickly rifles through her mind for some flash of recognition to that name. She doesn’t know a Lena Luthor nor does she even cover the tech beat. 

“Snapper, sir, this might be a misunderstanding. I don’t know who that is.” 

He glares at her just as he places one hand on his hip while the other rests on his desk. “Well, you better figure out who she is quickly. You have an interview with her on Thursday at 10am. Do not be late. And make that article worth my while, you understand?” 

“Me?” she asks, her head slow to catch up to his words. 

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that. Now, get out of my office.” 

Wordlessly, and still a little shell-shocked, Kara quickly exits out of his office and makes his way back to her desk. 

“What was that about?” William, one of her coworkers, asks her as peers over his monitor.

She shakes her head. “I have no freakin’ clue.” 

—

Armed with a memo pad and her trusty BIC ballpoint pen, she enters the L-Corp building in downtown National City. She’s on her second cup of coffee this morning, having stayed up late the last two nights doing her homework, researching about L-Corp, the upcoming project launch that the company has largely kept under wraps, and the head of Research and Design: Lena Luthor. 

She has no idea what this woman’s game is about, but she won’t turn down the opportunity as it presents itself. 

Wiping her sweaty hands on the back of her chinos, she reaches the 46th floor and talks with Lena’s assistant about ten minutes before her appointment.

“Miss Luthor will be with you shortly.” 

“Thanks.” 

She waits patiently in the small waiting area, her knee bouncing slightly. She crosses her legs at the knee and resituates herself to stop the bounce. She glances at the clock on the wall and finds that Lena Luthor is now five minutes late. 

She considers walking up to the assistant who seems very intently typing away at her keyboard, but thinks better of it. She waits it out, gives it another five minutes. She reviews her questions from her pad and double checks that her recorder is fully charged. The ticking from the clock and the consistent typing sounds fill the otherwise empty waiting area. 

She watches on as the assistant takes a call before looking over at her from across the way. 

“Miss Luthor apologies for her tardiness, but if you could wait another five minutes, she’ll be on her way up.” 

She nods and sits back slightly in her chair. The clock ticks on. 

While waiting, Kara briefly wonders if this is some type of test, a ploy to check on her. Her imagination lands her to think that this might be some kind of hazing from her colleagues. That didn’t make sense, however, not when this assistant seems like the kind of woman who wouldn’t participate in a prank if it affected her productivity. 

After almost twenty minutes, Kara audibly sighs, tries to rein in her annoyance, before getting up from her seat and decides that perhaps it’s best to reschedule. Just as she’s about to talk with the assistant, the elevator dings open and a woman in a lab coat wearing large dark-rimmed glasses with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail rushes towards them. 

“You must be Kara Danvers,” the woman says, her voice coming out composed despite the exhale she lets out, no doubt from rushing out. 

“I—yes,” she offers, a little stupefied in her spot, glancing down at the offered hand before slowly taking it in her own. 

“Lena Luthor. My deepest apologies for being so late; I was on my way up when a small emergency that couldn’t be ignored exploded…literally.” 

“Is everyone okay?” 

“Everyone is more than fine, thank you. Now, I’m sure you’re also a busy woman, so if we need to reschedule, then I understand. But if you have some time to spare, I can clear part of my schedule so you can ask all of your questions.” 

She blinks a few times to process Lena’s words, a reckoning force in front of her that Kara wouldn’t deny, even if she could. She beams and steps to the side. “Deal.” 

—

True to her word, Lena Luthor answers all of her questions about the new project called Biomax, a nanotechnology meant to advance and expedite healing for various open wounds and injuries. She thoughtfully takes notes of Lena’s responses knowing that the recording will help jog her memories if necessary. 

“Do you have any more questions?” 

Kara glances down to the last question that she has underlined twice: why me?  

She hesitates, an uneasy smile on her face. “Yeah, actually.” 

“Go ahead.” 

“Why did you pick me to interview you? As far as I know, we’ve never met—I’d remember you, for the record—so…just…why?” 

Lena holds her gaze, her head tipping to the side as she regards Kara. She almost looks away under the attention, but maintains her composure. 

“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t ask me right away.” 

She shrugs. 

“This project is very important to L-Corp and could greatly affect public perceptions of the company.” 

“I won’t write a puff piece if that’s what you’re asking,” she declares, sitting up. Yet Lena matches her and places a hand up, as if to stop her. 

“On the contrary. I need you to do what you do best.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Lena tents her hands in front of her and smirks. “Your established work in the Midvale Messenger shows level-headedness and thoughtful critiques. You’ve shown fair assessment and reporting, as far as I’m aware.” 

“Oh.” 

“This is a good project, Miss Danvers. I believe it can do a lot of good for a lot of people. But prior to the rebranding, L-Corp has been host to many scandals, as I’m sure your research has shown you. All I ask is that the project is reported on on its own merits and critiqued fairly for what it is and not who owns the building that developed it.” 

“You researched me?” 

“As I’m sure you researched me.” 

“Fair enough.” She nods in understanding. Then, “Don’t worry. I’ll do my job.” 

Lena smiles wide and Kara can’t help but glance down at red lips and white teeth.

“That’s all I ask.” 

Lena’s phone rings, signaling that she needs to get ready for an upcoming meeting. They both stand on either side of Lena’s desk before Lena walks around and stands practically toe to toe with her. 

“Thank you for your time, Miss Luthor—” 

“Lena, please.” 

“Lena, then. Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, Miss Danvers.” 

“Well, if I’m calling you Lena…” 

“Kara it is. Feel free to call back if you need anything else for your article.” 

It’s only as they take the few measured steps between the desk and the office door that Kara notes the warm and cozy tones of Lena’s perfume just as she catches the side to side swish of her long ponytail from the corner of her eye. 

She turns around again and offers a hand, this time Lena grabbing hold of it with ease and shaking it a few times. 

“I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.” 

“I hope not either.” 

It’s not until Jess opens the door in front of them that they let go of each other’s hands. 

—

Her article goes to print, and she’s happy to see her name on the byline. So soon after starting her job, too. 

When she walks into the office the morning her article goes live, she’s met with all eyes from everyone staring at her as soon as she steps out of the elevator. She offers them uneasy smiles as she treks to her desk only to find it teeming with flowers. 

“What’s this?” she asks as she tries to move the different bouquets out of her seat and away from her monitor and keyboard. She glances at William next desk over and he only shrugs. 

“Secret admirer?” 

She plucks the lone card from one of the bouquets and flips it over, grinning from ear to ear. 

Thank you for doing your job. L.L.

—

The paper bag crinkles in her grip as she adjusts the shoulder strap of her messenger bag. The elevator dings and she appears back on the 46th floor of the L-Corp building. 

She walks towards the assistant who doesn’t seem surprised to see her. 

“Hi, uh—” she quickly glances at the name on the desk, “—hi, Jess. I was here last time. I know I don’t have an appointment, but do you think Len–Miss Luthor has a small break coming up or anything like that?” She knocks her glasses back up her nose with her knuckle. 

Jess studies her for a moment before glancing back down to the monitor. “She’s free for the next fifteen minutes.” 

She nods quickly and smiles, appreciative of the granted access. 

Kara knocks and waits until she hears a muffled response for her to enter. She peeks through the door before slowly making her way in. 

“Hi, Lena. Sorry to drop in unannounced…”

“Kara, hello. This is a lovely surprise.” 

She hums. “Well, I was in the neighborhood.” 

“Is that so?” 

“Mm. It turns out, it’s hard to get work done when your desk is overflowing with flowers.” 

“Really? Never would have guessed.” 

“No? Somehow I’m surprised,” she asks with a slight giggle. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, I did.” Lena nods, her face sobering slightly, even with the smile still on her face. 

Kara brings a hand up and fixes her glasses again. “Well, I’m not sure I can compete with dozens and dozens of flowers. But perhaps I can offer you with a couple deep fried sugary goodness in exchange. You do eat donuts, right?”

Lena stands from the side of her desk and walks to accept the bag from Kara’s hands. “Well, I am human. Thank you, Kara. Won’t you join me? Probably for the best I don’t eat it all.” 

“Only if you’re sure.” 

Lena sits on the white couch at the far end of her office. “I’m very sure.” 

Kara takes a spot on the couch, the bag of donuts sitting between them. The fifteen minutes of break that Jess originally mentioned becomes half an hour then an hour until it’s just about time to leave for the day, the minutes and hours filled with conversation about nothing, everything. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, Lena,” she starts as they both rise to their feet. “I didn’t mean to keep you.” 

“Nonsense.” 

“I should probably get going, though. A few bites of donuts isn’t enough sustenance.” 

“Well, if you’re not tired of me yet, I was just about to grab some dinner. You're welcome join me.” 

"I couldn't impose." 

"I insist."

Kara glances down at the way Lena’s hands fiddled with each other. Then she thinks briefly about the empty apartment that awaits her and the leftovers sitting in her fridge. 

“Well, then, I’d love that.” 

— 

Days of friendship blossomed into weeks, Kara and Lena trading texts and video calls interspersed with dinners and coffees after long work days. 

The excitement of friendship with Lena lit something deep inside of Kara that she didn’t know ever existed. Simply put, being around Lena was a source of comfort while she settled herself in National City. 

“You’re not the only one who’s new around here,” Lena had said to her during one of their coffee outings, sympathizing with Kara’s adjustment after her recent arrival to the city. “It’s nice for me, too, to have someone—a friend—to spend time with. My therapist thinks so, anyway.” 

Kara then reached forward and placed a hand on Lena’s. “Tell your therapist you’re not alone, Lena. You’ve got me.” 

Lena smiled before reaching over and giving her a hug. Kara easily accepted, held Lena close to her, and made sure to never break her vow. 

—

It’s been a handful of months since Lena and Kara became friends, best friends even, and being allowed unrestricted access to Lena’s office for Kara to stop by still rattles something inside of her. It’s…she can’t quite put a finger on it. A kind of intimacy she enjoys: to be chosen, to be privileged in this way. 

She greets Jess with a grin and a separate bag for Jess’s favored almond croissants as Kara carries her and Lena’s lunch from Noonan’s. 

“How’s it looking today, Jess?” she asks just as puts the bag for Jess on her desk. The assistant grabs for the bag, an uncharacteristic voraciousness as she opens it and takes a whiff of the pastry. “That bad, huh?” 

“She’ll enjoy seeing you today, let’s just say.” 

“Alright. Does she have a hard stop?” 

“She has a conference call at 3. But otherwise, keep her from her computer until then.”

“Got it.” 

Just then, Lena pulls the door open. “Stop plotting against me.”

Kara beams and walks forward with a one-armed hug as she holds the bag of their lunch away from their bodies. She warms at Lena’s touch, both of her arms wrapping around Kara’s back before it gently slides down the length of her back before her hands rest briefly on Kara’s waist.

“I’ll plot against you any way I like. I’m my own woman.” 

“Yes, you are. It’s good to see you, darling. But we don’t have an appointment, do we?” 

“No, no. I just figured I’d drop off some lunch for you. Heard you’ve had a brutal morning.” 

Lena then glances at Jess who has remained steadfast in staring at her screen. “Is that right?” 

“Yes. Now we can stand here or we can actually eat some lunch. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 

Lena steps back and allows her to walk past her, making a beeline for the coffee table in front of her white couch. She quickly takes out their food from the bag and situates it neatly in front of them, a nice little spread of salads and breads and pasta dishes. 

“Did you buy all of Noonan’s?” Lena asks when she sits beside Kara on the couch. “I can’t possibly eat all of this food, Kara.” 

“Uh, because they’re not for you,” she says, offering a playful scoff. “That’s your kale salad and all the good stuff is mine.”  

She grins when she catches Lena rolling her eyes at her who otherwise grabs a plastic fork and takes a healthy bite out of her salad. Kara hates the stuff, thinks it’s an abomination, but she’s happy to see her friend eating and relaxing. 

Kara etches this moment to memory. Because she likes how settled Lena is beside her as they dig into their lunch. Likes how visibly comfortable Lena looks as she asks Kara about her day so far. Likes how she nudges some other dishes Lena’s way until Lena relents, still gracious as she does so, picking at some of the food. It’s one of Kara’s favorite views, the way Lena leaves herself unguarded, her walls down, with her. 

Abruptly and without notice, something inside of Kara shifts—irreparably, irrevocably. 

She doesn’t know what she’s even said for Lena to snort in laughter, putting her food down on the coffee table to cover her mouth as giggles leak through her fingers.

Something inside of Kara slots into place, the world suddenly saturated and sharpened.

When Lena gets a handle on her laughter, her mouth still etched with the echoes of her mirth, she opens her eyes to fondly look back at Kara, grasping at her arm and squeezing. 

Kara doesn’t hear anything but the pulse of her blood rushing to her ears, and the heat of Lena’s hand on her skin suddenly scorching her. 

And Kara, hopeless and unprepared, discovers on a Tuesday afternoon that she’s maybe a little bit in love with her best friend.

[mylahrins]

"prologue" money moochers

rags & riches;

Y/N L/N

➤ millionaire!!! (she comes from a wealthy family) ➤ roomates w/ akaashi ➤ pays the rent (akaashi offered to help but she insists!!!) ➤ bffs w/ kenma (they went to uni together!) ➤ became friends w/ kuroo and bokuto through mutual friendships! ➤ was super into photography in high school (@ inarizaki) ➤ bought a really nice car but cannot drive

KENMA KOZUME

➤ also a millionaire (CEO + streamer) ➤ roommates w/ kuroo ➤ cares too little about what he posts on twitter ➤ used to get cancelled over all sorts of stupid shit until people gave up ➤ tries to keep his personal life as private as possible ➤ y/n and kuroo come on stream sometimes though ➤ has his license and a car but refuses to drive

TETSURO KUROO

➤ business man, works in sport promotion ➤ roommates w/ kenma!! ➤ always has y/n's back when she needs him! :( ➤ a bit popular at work since bc of kenma!! ➤ he's been in a couple of streams ➤ certified driver of the group

KEIJI AKAASHI

➤ he hates his job(s) ➤ he's a journalist for tyo sports just so he can interview bokuto ➤ he wants to quit so bad ➤ roommates w/ y/n (feels bad that he's dependent on her) ➤ gets nervous whenever kenma asks if he wants to join a stream so he never does

KOTARO BOKUTO

➤ bokuto lives on his own! ➤ he used to live with y/n and akaashi ➤ but he adopted and rescued a pup (mimi!) and moved out since the building they live at doesn't allow pets on property ➤ he still crashes and the y/n/akaashi residence every once in a while ➤ he actually travels a lot for vb so mimi is often "dogsat" by kuroo

MIMI BOKUTO

➤ mimi was rescused by bokuto!! he found her sad, alone, and on the streets :( ➤ she's a maltese!!! still a very young pup ➤ bokuto is OBSESSED with her, he loves her so much ➤ he literally posts about her more than volleyball ➤ he was very nervous when he first got her because he's never had a pet before ➤ she HATES kuroo but loves kenma?!! so whenever kuroo dogsits her, kenma's forced to help

3lifers;

ATSUMU MIYA

➤ always posts whatsever on his mind... and gets in trouble with his PR team ➤ dated y/n back in high school but they broke up once they graduated ➤ they tried to make it work but he had big dreams and y/n didn't want to hold him back ➤ once he saw her at a game (she came to watch bokuto) but was too nervous to talk to her ➤ often asks rinatro how she's doing

OSAMU MIYA

➤ was good friends w/ y/n before graduation but hasn't really been in contact since graduation ➤ they sometimes see each other at MSBY games and have small talk ➤ very satisfied and happy with his success but sometimes misses how things used to be ➤ visits home very often

RINTARO SUNA

➤ was y/n's bff back in high school ➤ still in touch with her but they don't talk as much anymore ➤ still talks to osamu and atsumu a lot ➤ has been trying to help atsumu get over the break up (its been YEARS)

notes;

➤ the "3lifers" gc used to be called "4lifers" because y/n was in it too, but after she moved and atsumu and her broke up she left it ➤ atsumu is the one who changed the name but the others argued that it was a stupid change ➤ atsumu is pathetic for y/n ➤ y/n has technically gotten over him, but she also hasn't dated anyone since him ➤ everytime she goes to bokuto's game, she actively avoids atsumu ➤ bokuto knows EVERYTHING since he's the mutual friend ➤ he wants to help but he doesn't know what to do! :(

masterlist | next, 01. road trip? road trip!

author note: i know this technically isn't a prologue but i didn't want to make a whole introductions thing so i combined them... d1 laziness.... but yk!!! im very very excited to start this??? renovated series hehe :D ill be posting the first couple chapters soon. ALSO i wanna say sorry!!!! i seriously meant to make/post this sooner but its been such a hectic week (one of my teachers decided to give us our final 2 weeks early... he's EVIL) but i hope to get things in order and post more!!!

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more reigen is dead and a ghost now sillies ft. mob all grown up. a couple other things under the cut

bonus older (~40s) mob bc im happy w her design. luckily her and reigen's designs just came out of the pen pretty naturally not many iterations necessary. mob's felt like a natural progression from my ~24 y/o design, and i kinda feel like reigen never really changes up his look, he just. ages. he's gonna be wearing a pink tie when he's like 80 (well, i mean not in this au, but, yknow). im kind of dreading designing the others.. i think tome should be pretty easy i have a fairly clear vision of her in my mind but i;m not so sure about serizawa. i know im gonna give him a beard though. others may come into this eventually if i get the ideas for it . i feel like designing older shou would be fun in particular

anyways. this sort of started cus i wanted to make an 'intro' comic to the au besides the post i already have, but i couldnt figure out a good way to get what i had in mind to a comic.. basic 'story so far' is that while off on a job at like.. ive had it as a parking garage in my mind for some reason. anyways, reigen serizawa and tome* out on a job, you know the story from the other post, reigen falls down some concrete stairs REAL badly, bonks his head right on the edge of one, beefs it.

(*tome at this point has her own job stuff going on- Professional Ufologist Babeeey you KNOW she's gotten interviewed for ancient aliens. BUT she still does stuff with s&s when she can.)

he comes to kind of gradually, like, feels like he's been walking for half an hour but onl having just become aware of it. he doesn't realize he's dead for a bit, just kind of feels 'floaty' and not-quite-there, with a vague awareness that Something Has Gone Wrong. he keeps walking, unable to remember what he was just doing, and finds himself drawn to mob's place, and fully realizes Something Is Super Wrong when he tries to knock on the door and his hand goes right through. meanwhile on the other side of town serizawa and tome are having a supremely bad time. things'll settle down when everyone learns reigen's not Entirely Gone but it's Not good at the moment

(also, something im not sure yet how to resolve is that tome wouldnt be able to see reigen?? hes a very weak spirit so hes not visible to your average non-esper and i dont know if he'd even be able to possess anyone either (in the sense that tome could see dimple after being possessed by him).)

also so imprtant to me that mob has a cat that's very important