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they're going to see Barbieheimer

[80s-roger]

EX ~ Roger Taylor {PT 3}

I really want to thank you all for the love you show towards this imagine!

Part 4 will be posted soon!

catch up: part one, part two

masterlist

The studio session was almost over. Knowing that Derek was around the studio, had you sitting at the same room for ten hours. It was exhausting for you but as long as the band was happily working you didn't bother. You played with Freddie's scrabble, solved crosswords and listened to their demos.

You really wanted to use the toilet but you had to walk through Derek's office which was at the entrance hall. You wished he wasn't at his office but after walking through that place you were wrong. You just ignored his presence and got inside the wc with fast moves. You locked the door in case he would invade.

He used to do things such as in the past. He'd even force you having sex with him when you didn't want to. You didn't date for more than a year. But that sex tape is still on his hands and it would ruin you in any moment. But not only you. It would also ruin Queen's success and Roger's mental health. You were scared to death if Derek would leak it and say to the press: Queen's Roger Taylor's girlfriend, caught cheating on him after sex tape leaked.

You would die. You loved Roger so much, it would hurt you knowing that he was devastated after the leak. But you were so drunk when it happened. Derek showed it to you the other day and you made him promise he would never publish it. But you were random people then. Now? It would be a scandal now.  You're Queen's drummer's girlfriend and he's the promo manager. You're ruined.

You washed your hands after your need and the door was knocked.

"W-who is this?" You were scared. "Roger?" You hoped it was your man.

"If you think it's over, it's not." It was Derek.

"What do you want?" You stood behind the door, refusing to unlock until you hear Roger.

"Having that really good movie of yours, can make me really rich you know." Oh god, you said inside your head. You knew where he was taking it.

"How can you be rich with my body on it?" I asked him terrified. The thought of your body being published at the public eye, sickens you.

"Because either you give me 20 million pounds, or it's out." You knew he was smiling. He always played with your insecurities. You were afraid of breaking up with him, until he had to leave for the US and you were finally free.

"Why are you doing this? You'll get in real trouble." You defended yourself.

"So will your boyfriend's career with the rest of the boys. You don't want to ruin them, do you?" He evily said.

"I won't let you do it. You'll be fired after it." You said.

"Which means, I'll get money with or without you. That's why I got hired here. I knew you were dating him, that's why I decided to work for them." He laughed.

"You're so..." You couldn't talk. You were hurt.

"Evil? I know. Thank me later." You felt him leaving from the door and now you were safe to leave.

"Where's Y/N?" You heard Roger's gentle voice from the outside. But it wasn't gentle enough towards Derek.

"I saw her entering the wc." What an ass he is? He literally threatened you before. Again.

"Babe you're alright?" Roger came to the door, knocking it softly.

You opened the door and hugged him. His hug was the safest place in the world. He thought something happened. That hug wasn't any hug. It was a help me kind of hug.

"Please tell me you finished." You whispered in his ear without being noticed by Derek.

"Just finished. Let's go." He grabbed your hand and you greeted the rest of the guys before leaving the studio.

"You want us to join you?" You heard Freddie asking in the background and Roger answered  for you. "We are fine! We need a rest." He said and both of you left the studio.

"Baby, you wanna grab something to eat? You must be hungry." He gently told you.

"Yeah, sure..." You quietly said and both got inside the jeep, in which Roger would take you at the nearest fast food restaurant.

"Y/N, you look upset." He checked on you while the traffic light was red.

"Roger, he threatened me." You said and his expression got legit serious. Roger isn't a man with a steady temper. He can lose control in no time.

"He what?" He looked at you seriously. "What? When?" He asked concerned.

"I really wanted to use the toilet and I locked, making sure he wouldn't open the door. He was standing behind the door telling me things." You could barely speak out of your teeth. Rog, had to drive. The light turned green.

"Please, let me focus on the road or I'll kill somebody if you tell me now what he said. Just wait a little babe and you'll continue." He reassured you and waited for him to find any discreet place to eat.

There, you finally found a fast food restaurant with not so many people inside. Roger grabbed your hand and walked inside, towards the cashier. The cashier was shocked after noticing which rock star was in front of her. She could barely speak.

"Babe what do you want?" He asked you, ignoring her shook face.

"What you take, I don't mind." You smiled at him.

He made the order and waited for around ten minutes to grab your dinner. You sat at one of the red coaches, the restaurant has, isolated from the rest. You both ate before starting talking. Roger was really hungry and it was obvious. He vanished an entire dish in less than ten minutes. You were still eating, enjoying your dinner, trying to forget the threat. Roger was in front of you, playing with your free hand. You could feel some paps taking pics of you two.

"Rog they spotted us." You awkwardly said.

"It's fine. They won't come inside. Just place your hand at your cheek, covering your mouth." He advised you and did what you were told to. "Can you tell me now?" His face was serious, he could be a really good listener, drunk or not. But he was sober, he knew you were upset and wanted you to feel relaxed around him.

"He wants money or the video is published." You tried to hold back your tears but you couldn't help.

"How much?" He asked seriously, changing his position, sitting next to you.

"Twenty million pounds. I'm fucking cancelled. You're cancelled too. You better break up with me." You cried, leaning your body against Roger's side. He protected you by not being seen by the paps. They shouldn't see you crying.

"We will go through this together. I'll talk with the band and Beach." He hugged you tight and kissed your head.

"He admitted he got the promo manager job just to threaten me. He knew we were dating before." You looked at him and he cleaned your eyes from the tears. He was in shock. His career was at stake. "He was toxic with me all this time. I was drunk when he recorded me, I swear!" You said, trying to apologise.

"Babe, I believe you. I know you keep this perfect body off-cam." He joked, trying to make you feel better. " You hide it too well, for me..." He winked at you and you finally laughed. "That's my girl... It will pass. I'm not leaving you." You nodded and felt so special to him. "Shall we go?" He asked you and followed him when you both stood up.

He was holding your hand when you walked through all the paps out of the restaurant. You both kept your heads low, not to be seen in that condition by these people who love invading your private lives.

"Roger, will we expect a baby soon?" You heard a pap shouting at your boyfriend. His hand at you got tighter.

"Is your girlfriend hiding something?" That question almost hit you in the stomach. You tried not to raise your head or suspicions would get started.

"She looked upset inside! Tell us!" A woman shouted and Roger was too close on beating their asses.

Thankfully, you both made it to your car, without saying any word. He drove fast, getting away by the paps.

"Babe, they know nothing. You know they do questions like these." He reassured you, touching your thigh.

"Yeah..." You quietly said. "Can we go to my home please?" You asked him.

"Of course." His voice was so soft to you. He calmed you down.

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You both got to your home, without any talk. You both removed your coats and went inside your bedroom. You took off all your clothes, staying at your underwear and your bra. Roger couldn't stop staring at you, despite the sad vibe that took over you.

"Y/N, it's going to be fine. He won't harm any of us." He wrapped his hands around your belly.

"I'm going to take a shower. I'm tired." You dodged his previous words and went inside the bathroom.

Roger meanwhile, went into your living room, dialling Freddie. He wished he would pick it up. It was an emergency. Thankfully, Freddie was home.

"Hello?"  Freddie asked.

"It's Roger. I'm at Y/N's..."  His voice was calm and that concerned Freddie.

"Hey how's she? She was shocked when she saw Derek. Something's wrong between these two." Freddie got suspicious after the look exchange between Derek and you.

"They know each other Freddie." Roger's voice was shaking, afraid if you would be published everywhere.

"H-how? He got hired after his return from the US." Freddie was confused.

"They used to date for a year in the past. Listen, the girl is in the bathroom. Do what you have to do discreetly. Tell the boys if necessary." He started.

"Okay, darling, I'm all ears." Freddie was afraid of his friend's situation. "Is s-she fine?"

"No, this asshole has a sex tape of her. She was drunk when he recorded her. I'm afraid he gave her drugs. Drinks can't make you too much unconscious." Roger lost his temper.

"Oh my God, my poor girl. Now what? Is he threatening her or something?" He asked in literal shock.

"He wants money or it's fucking out. She'll die of embarrassment. She's afraid of our careers too. He knew we were dating, that's why he applied for the promo manager job." Roger explained at Freddie.

"Alright, alright. I'll come up with something. I'll talk to Miami." Freddie tried to remain calm.

"Good. I really have to be careful with her now. If that dick leaks it, she's lost. If necessary, I'll take the blame." Roger bravely said.

"How can you take the blame?" He asked.

"That dick will probably announce it as Y/N cheating on me. I'll make sure to save it. I believe he's just showing his dick on this vid." Roger would do anything to save it. Even at the lowest.

"Oh my God, Roger, will you ask her about the tape? And we have a press conference soon. Do you want me to say that was me in the tape? I don't mind. You know they always try to find something in order to throw me shade." Freddie was also capable of saving your ass.

"No Fred, thanks though. I'm serious with her now. I will go through it with her." He silently said because your shower was over.

"I am by your side on this, Rog. If you both need anything just tell me." He said.

"Thanks Fred, I'll owe you." The band's drummer whispered.

"You'll owe me a party attendance with your future wife." Freddie threw a hint towards Roger about you two getting married in the future.

"Sure... Goodnight and thank you..." He hangs up and went back to her bedroom.

He took off all his clothes and went inside your bathroom, where you covered yourself with the towel, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.

"You look amazing." He smiled at you and couldn't help but hug him.

"Thank you..." You told him. "Hey Roger?" You asked concerned. He made a sweet grimace, accepting your question. "You surely won't leave me deal with all this crap? He's dangerous." You asked again.

"I love you and never doubt that. Even if he publishes it, he won't get away with that so easy." He kissed you, taking away your worries.

"But I don't want the world to see me having sex, Roger!" you defended yourself.

"Would you mind telling me how it's like?" He asked and you look at him confused. "I mean the tape." he clarified.

"He's in first person. Oh my God, that's so embarrassing." You covered your face in awkwardness.

"Hey babe, don't be embarrassed to me. You're so wild in bed. Don't be shy now." He mocked you.

"God, fine! It's me on the cam, saying naughty words-"

"That's not something new." He interrupted you.

"Just let me finish!" you slightly yelled at him and he stopped talking. "I'm naked in front of the cam! What else do you want to know?" You asked embarrassed.

"What are you doing to him?" He asked and you felt him getting jealous.

"He was doing to me, actually. I was too drunk knowing what I did." You answered.

"Alright, do you remember? Was his face on the cam?" He asked.

"No it wasn't. Let's not get into details, please. It makes me uncomfortable." You stopped right there the talk about your sex tape.

His face wasn't on the screen and that was beneficial for Roger to put the blame on him. He literally thought he could just say that was him on the tape. He could make it even spicier. He could turn Derek into dust.

You laid on your bed, while Roger was taking a shower. He was concerned about you and there was no doubt about it. His love was enough for you to get the support you needed. But your body on the public eye didn't make you open enough to talk about. Even at your boyfriend, who was currently staring at you from your room's door, with just a towel, around his lower body. You smiled at him and he came closer to you, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Roger you smell nice." You stood next to him, caressing his chest.

"Y/N, I know you had a hard day, but would you mind if I got a little of you.. You know? It's okay if you don't. I understand." He was desperately asking for sex. He was too kind asking you for it. You didn't want to say no. Derek would never do that. He'd just tie you so you wouldn't move, to satisfy his bitch ass.

"Yes sure, baby..." You smiled at him and he stared at you in surprise. He didn't expect that from you.

He took the control tonight, like most of the times. He's the type of guy who wants to rule between you two. He's such a Leo, you can't doubt that. He made passionate love to you, wishing to forget how terrible your day was. He knew how bad you were feeling, so all he wanted for you was receiving great pleasure waves. He was so protective over you tonight, afraid if he'd hurt you like you hurt yourself or something else. But he was just your loving boyfriend, taking care of you.

[erinptah]

Super Drags review (tl;dr Show Good)

The post where I do my best to spread the Good News, that there exists a saucy gay drag-queen magical-girl animated comedy and everyone should watch it.

Okay, not everyone -- I'll give some caveats at the end -- but definitely a heck of a lot more people than Netflix has bothered to advertise it to.

Look at this! Why did nobody tell me about this??

What is Super Drags?

Fast facts:

It's a 1-season, 5-episode adult animated comedy series, released in November 2018

Here's the official page, with a free-to-view trailer

It packs more explicit, unashamed queerness into those 5 episodes than any other cartoon I can think of

The only possible competitor would be if you took the whole 5000-episode run of Steven Universe and pared it down to a supercut of Just The Gay Parts

This in spite of being produced in Brazil, which (in my broad understanding, as a total non-authority on the subject) is more oppressively, dangerously homophobic than the US

The original is in Portuguese

There is an English dub, fabulously voiced by contestants from RuPaul's Drag Race

It's wrapped in "for adults only!" warnings, not because the content is any less child-friendly than (say) your Bojacks Horsemen or your Ricks and Mortys, but because Brazilian authorities tried to get it shut down on the grounds of this much gay being Harmful For Children

It was (heartbreakingly) not renewed for a second season

Here's a promo video, in which the main characters (Portuguese, with subtitles) play Drag Race judges for Shangela, who ends up voicing Scarlet in English.

And here's a beautiful flashy music video of the big musical number! (Also Portuguese, no subtitles, but the melody and the visuals stand on their own.)

Plot and worldbuilding stuff!

The elevator pitch is "What if Charlie's Angels, but also drag queens, with superpowers, because magical-girl transformations?"

In this universe, all LGBTQ people have magical energy. The Big Bad is an evil magical-drag-queen nemesis who tries to drain our energy for her own purposes. It's like if Ursula from The Little Mermaid was a first-season Sailor Moon villain.

...sidenote, in case you were worried, the representation isn't "cis gay men and nobody else." There's a butch lesbian in the recurring cast, a genderfluid person (in that specific word!) as a one-off love interest, and all the ensemble scenes are wonderful collages of different races, body types, and gender presentations.

Our heroes also fight non-magical everyday homophobes, who get written with scathing realism.

The moment I knew the show wasn't pulling any punches was in the first episode, where a newscaster complains about being Silenced by the Law of Political Correctness, then chirps "however, we have a special guest who is thankfully above the law!"

According to the reviews I've found from Brazilian viewers, it's also pitch-perfect when it comes to local queer culture, community dynamics, slang and speech patterns, even memes. All of which flies right over my head, so here's a post (with no-context spoilers) about one viewer's favorite details.

The handful of reaction posts on Tumblr have a dramatic split between "Brazilian viewers fiercely defending the show as culturally-accurate, uplifting, and brave in a terrifying political moment" and "American viewers complaining that the show is problematic because it's a comedy about drag queens with no perfect role models and lots of sex jokes."

As the Super Drags tell their nemesis (and this is also in the first episode): "How dare you try to turn the LGBTQXYZ community against each other? We do enough of that on our own!"

In between missions, our girls work sitcom retail jobs and deal with other everyday problems. All of which are written in amazingly nuanced and thoughtful ways for a show that also features "defeating an orgy monster with a lip-sync battle."

Detailed character stuff!

Our heroes are Color Coded For Your Convenience!

The Super Drags themselves go by "she" in-uniform, and a lot of the time when out of it. Like the Sailor Starlights, only more so. I'll roll with that.

In blue: Safira Cyan, or Ralph by day, an excitable college-age kid who's built like a football player and squees like a fangirl. (She's an anime fan in the original, and for some reason all the otaku references were replaced in the dub, but you can see them in the subtitles.)

Ralph lives with her younger sister (they play video games together!) and their dad, comes out to them mid-series, and is very shippable with another young guy who starts out reciting the homophobic beliefs he was raised with but whose heart clearly isn't in it.

Safira's weapon is a classic magical-girl wand that casts protective force-fields. Which are shaped like condoms. Because of course.

In yellow: Lemon Chiffon, aka Patrick, the oldest of the group and generally the smartest/most strategic. In most cases, the other two treat her as the de facto team leader -- unless she pushes it too far.

By day she's a single guy with thick thighs and thinning hair, who has some body-image insecurities on the dating scene. And this show has Things To Say about unrealistic beauty standards within the community...not to mention, about masc guys who look down on anyone too flaming or femme because straight people disapprove.

Lemon's weapon is a fluffy boa that can be used as a whip or a lasso, especially when there's a bondage joke to be made.

In red: Scarlet Carmesim, also Donizete, the loudest and most aggressive teammate with the most cutting insults, who refuses to suppress that attitude in an attempt to appease racists. (But will give it a shot when trying not to get fired.)

Donny still lives in her religious/homophobic mom's apartment, and I'm pretty sure it's because neither of them can afford to move out. Her rock-solid sense of fierce self-confidence is the reason it doesn't bring her down.

Scarlet's weapon is a fan that she uses to throw shade. Yeah, you knew that was coming.

The Charlie to these angels is Champagne, who runs operations from a cool magitech compound and breaks the fourth wall at the end to petition for viewers' support in getting a second season.

...we let her down, folks :(

So here's a thing. The show never draws a sharp line between "people who become drag queens because it's a way they're driven to express themselves as gay men" and "people who become drag queens because they were trans women all along." That's consistent with how South American LGBT+ culture works. (Again: best of my knowledge, not personally an authority on this, etc etc.)

Many of the characters, including Champagne, never describe themselves in ways that translate to one of our sharply-defined Anglo-USian identity categories. And I'm not going to try to impose any English labels on them here.

But I can say (in contrast to Safira, Lemon, and Scarlet), Champagne never switches out of her "drag" name/voice/presentation, not even in the most candid off-duty scenes, and still has the same bustline when naked in the tub. Make of that what you will.

You Should Watch This Show

If you have a Netflix subscription, watch Super Drags!

If you ever do a Netflix free trial month in the future, make a note to yourself to watch Super Drags!

It's one of their original productions, so there's no risk of missing your chance because the license expired. But it's absolutely not getting the promotion it deserves. Which means potentially interested viewers won't find it, which means Netflix will think there's no interest, which means they'll keep not promoting it...etc etc etc.

No idea if there's any chance of getting it un-canceled, but maybe we can at least convince them to release it on DVD.

And the sheer gutsiness it took for a group of Brazilian creators to produce this show in the first place -- that deserves to be rewarded with your attention.

In spite of various anti-discrimination laws that sound good on paper, the country has serious problems with homophobia, transphobia, and anti-LGBT violence (warning, article has a violent image which is only partly blurred).

Maybe the creators could've gotten a second season if they made this one softer, less sexually-explicit, more restrained...but honestly? I bet that wouldn't have helped.

Consider Danger & Eggs, an Amazon original cartoon. It was made in the US, thoroughly child-friendly, and restricts its LGBT+ representation to things like "characters go to a Pride celebration...where nobody ever names or describes the quality they're proud of."

And it didn't get renewed past the first season either.

(Note: it had a trans woman showrunner and a queer-heavy creative staff, so I blame all that restraint on executive meddling, not the creators themselves. The showrunner even liked the tweet of my review that complains about it.)

So there's something very satisfying about how Super Drags went all-out, balls-to-the-wall (sometimes literally), all the rep explicit and unapologetic, packing every 25-minute episode with all kinds of queer content that would be censored or muted elsewhere -- but here it's exaggerated and celebrated and just keeps coming.

(...as do jokes like that, and I'm not sorry.)

Okay, there are a few legitimate reasons to not watch this show

Some caveats.

None of these things are Objectively Bad Problems that the show itself should be shamed for...but maybe they're genuinely not your cup of tea.

It does have actual Adult Content beyond "the existence of gay people." This show loves to swing barely-clothed cartoon genitalia in your face. There is, as mentioned, an orgy monster. If that kind of humor is going to bother you too much to appreciate the rest of the show, give it a pass.

I wasn't kidding about how realistic the homophobes are. Opening of the first episode has a guy trying to murder a busload of people while shouting slurs at them. If that level of hatred on-screen is gonna crush your soul, even in a show about sparkly queens flying to the rescue with dick-shaped magical weapons, don't push yourself.

Any fiction with this much crossdressing and gender-transgressing is going to hit some trans viewers in a bad way. Because trans people are such a broad group, with so many different experiences, that Every Possible Trope Involved pushes somebody's buttons. (See also: "some trans readers complain about a storyline that turns out to be drawn from a trans writer's actual life experience".) If this show goes does gender things that turn out to be personally distressing for you...or even just distressing for this specific time in your life...don't feel obligated to keep watching.

It has aggressively-sassy queer characters making jokes and calling each other things that are affectionate in-context, but would not be okay coming from straight/cis people. If you can't wrap your head around that, go watch something else.

Other Than That, Go Watch This Show

For all its big heart, big ambitions, and big gay energy, Super Drags is tiny enough that I've binged the whole show 2 times in the past 2 weeks. Thankfully, it's highly re-watchable -- lots of fun background gags and subtle foreshadowing that you don't catch on the first round.

(Pausing one last time to appreciate that a show with elements like "the high-tech robot assistant is called D.I.L.D.O." can be subtle at all, let alone be this good at it.)

I've also paged through all the fanart on Tumblr and Deviantart, looked up the single fanfic on the AO3, and started brainstorming plans to request it in Yuletide next year. Someone, please, come join me in (the English-language side of) the itty-bitty fandom for this ridiculous, glittery, over-the-top, fabulous series.

[luvtessascott]

BOTB Finale (write-up) & Video Links

Last Thursday, I got to attend the battle of the blades finale with @danelledo​ at Maple Leafs Gardens in Toronto. Of course as you guys know VM were guest judges :) We got to the venue early since Danielle was working and they had all of the audience members wait in line to be shuffled in.  They were v serious about the whole thing, shuffling us SO slowly from one holding line to the next as more ppl arrived. The staff were communicating via walkie talkie about when they could let us in down to the ‘90 seconds’ mark--hilarious idk why they’re so serious about it considering we sat in our seats for like over an hour and a half before filming started.

They had the picture of Tessa and Scott from Western on the screen for a bit, I’m unsure why because they never addressed it. During that long waiting process, Tessa and Scott came out to film a promo for the show. Scott was in a gorg jacket and Tessa in her two piece suit; it was SO sparkly. Scott and the production guy were helping Tessa shuffle out on the ice in like killer heels, it was pretty cute LOL ;)

When the judges were announced, Scott was in hockey skates and Tessa in her regular skates and there was lots of cheering from the audience. I had a feeling there was a far amount of VM fans there.

They had a little intro with the show skaters where they all got to skate together, it was fun with lots of bops-- I want to learn the choreo haha. We were pretty certain Kaitlyn and Sheldon were going to win but I loved Natalie Spooner and Andrew Poje and I was wishing they’d win. I thought the costumes were SO nice-- YAY Matthieu! They did this WHOLE TEN MINUTE Frozen II promo which was just HILARIOUS. They had Kaitlyn as Elsa and Violetta as Ana and Andrew coming in to be Kristoff. Danielle and I were joking we’re at Disney on ice, mind you, Kaitlyn Weaver is a perfect Elsa. The night overall had a lot less skating than I expected. I thought that each of the finalist would at least get to skate a bit but no such luck. Also Kaitlyn and Andrew skating together was only in the promo. There was also a lot of videos-- mostly like skaters stories and then them meeting with their charities. Also Kurt came out to skate this solo which was hella hyped up before every commerical break. And then his solo was like tricks spliced together with him just skating around. Like sir did you get prep time for  this.

I thought it was cute that in the video when some one said “Wake up Canada” Tessa did the WAKE UP thing to Scott. LOL he’ll never live that moment down. They were chatting as usual on and off during breaks. They both went over to meet the cast from that show (yikes i don’t even remember what show). They also went over to see Brian Orser and Nam. Scott talked to Brian for a bit longer than Tessa did. 

When they announced the winner Tessa got to give the flowers. When Natalie was talking about Fast and Female, all I could think was that Tessa is probably living for this because it’s everything that she supports that’s Natalie was preaching. We stan strong female women! Speaking of which at the end of the show I managed to meet Natalie. Danielle took my picture with her. I totally rambled and told her that I was a big fan and thought it was so cool that she was balancing hockey and doing the show because it must have taken a lot of effort. And she said that it was challenging but so worth it. Then I said “This is going to sound really weird, but I loved watching you on the Amazing Race.” She totally laughed and said “oh yeah that was fun” and I said “yeah you guys were great, I loved watching you.” Then we took our pic and I said thanks and bye. LMAO I was so jittery she was SO TALL and like looked all done up in her show make up so it was a bit intimidating but she was really nice.

(This whole thing is just terrible run on sentences Oops!)

Video links here: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

[suggxmaynard]

Conor Maynard Imagine - Perfect strangers.

You often wondered how the world of fame really worked. You woke up, went to work, then to a few parties, a premiere every now and then, and back home again. For you, being an actress in London had been quite easy since you started two years ago.

You thought you understood how the business worked. You guessed that getting the lead role for England’s most viewed TV show was important enough for your career to take off. But apparently, it wasn’t.

“His manager called me yesterday, said it would be benefitial for both of your careers” your manager told you. When you walked into the office at 9am on a Friday, the last thing you expected was for your him to having set you up for a blind date.

“Wait, wait” you took off your sunglasses and put them on the table. Your coffee soon followed. You sat down, your eyes wide open in surprise “I don’t even know this guy, and I am supposed to act as if I were his girlfriend?” You asked, emphasizing the word girlfriend.

“Look, Y/N, I know it sounds crazy, but they have a point” he said, leaning over his desk “It’ll give your show a lot of promo, and at the same time it’ll give publicity to his latest single”

“Oh, so he’s a singer?” you asked, getting slightly interested in the offer. You quickly brushed it off. You were not going to sell yourself like that “What’s his name?”

“Conor Maynard” your manager said. You shook your head, implying that you had never heard of him before “It doesn’t matter, I’ve heard he’s nice and all. I don’t think you should have any problems with him”

You sighed, passing a hand through your already messy hair “It’s not about the guy” you explained “It’s just that I don’t want to lie to the public like that”

“I know, Y/N, and you’re very caring for that” your manager said, nervously clicking a pen with his thumb “But it’s just for a night, you’ve been on dates before, right? Well, this is exactly the same”

You raised an eyebrow “The same?”

“Well, I don’t know what you do in your normal dates” he said, standing up. He stood besides the big glass window behind his desk. He always did that when he was nervous “If you agree, we’ll call the paparazzi and they’ll take a few shots of you, then you can go back home”

You didn’t want to do it, but at the same time, the same manager that was begging for you to go on that date was the reason your name was respected in the TV industry. How could you say no? “He agreed to do this?” you asked him “Conor, I mean”

“Yeah” he said, turning his head to look at you, hoping you would say yes as well “He recognised you even”

You would be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. And flustered. He couldn’t be that much of a dickhead if he was a famous singer, could he? You sighed and put your hands up in front of you, surrending “Fine, whatever, I’ll do it”

Your manager clapped his hands together and went over to you to rub your shoulders like a proud dad would have done. You suddently felt a little less bad, seeing him so happy “Great, Y/N, that’s fantastic” he said excitedly “I’ll call Conor’s manager right now and we’ll sort everything out for tonight”

“Tonight?!” you turned around abruptly, as he was already almost out of the door “But...that’s in such a short notice” The fact that it was a fake date didn’t mean you wouldn’t need at least three hours to get ready, and you already had a busy evening.

But your manager was long gone. You sighed as you took off your phone. If you were going out with that Conor - Maynard was it? - you sure were doing a lot of investigating beforehand.

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Turns out Conor wasn’t as bad as you had expected him to be. You blasted a few of his songs while you got ready, and you hated to admit they were the catchiests ones you had heard in a long while. However, his undeniable talent and cuteness didn’t change the fact that going to that fake date was the last thing you wanted to do on a Friday night. 

Your manager had called a car to pick you up and drive you to the restaurant. The date was held in a cute, cosy place in central London you had been in a few times before. On your way to the restaurant, you quickly scrolled through his Instagram account again. 

‘Shit, Y/N, stop being a 9-year-old’ you told yourself ‘It’s just a date, two hours tops. You can fucking do this without being all dramatic on the inside’

As you were trying to convince yourself, the car stopped and you noticed you were indeed in front of the restaurant. You noticed that all the tables in front of the big glass windows were taken, so where were you supposed to be sitting for the paparazzis to see you? You didn’t have time to think as your door opened.

You thanked the driver and adjusted your top and hair before walking in. You weren’t wearing anything too extravagant, mainly because you didn’t want Conor to get the wrong idea. 

The metre then walked you over a small table strategically placed near the window, but not completely exposed. You thought the location was perfect for them to take pictures of you without making it too obvious that you wanted to be seen. How did managers think of every bloody detail?

Soon you spotted Conor waiting for you at your table. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a white shirt, and you blushed when you noticed you were matching. When he saw you, he got up on his feet and gave you a hug “Hey, Y/N, right?” he asked you. You noticed the nice smell of his cologne “I’m Conor”

“Nice to finally meet you” you smiled politely as you sat down in front of him. You had to admit the boy had given you a good first impression “How are you doing?”

“Good, yeah, I’m alright” he said as you opened the menus “Thanks” you both said to the waiter. He then looked at you, only to lean over the table “Look, I know this is weird, I mean, if you think about it it’s kind of crazy that we have to do this for publicity”

He laughed, and you found yourself smiling in response “It is, indeed” you agreed.

“The thing is, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do just for show” he said “I mean, we can hold hands and stuff, but it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable, I won’t do anything weird” 

“Thanks” you smiled. He was sweeter than you had expected “It’s really nice of you. We’ll see how it goes, yeah?”

He nodded “Yeah, sure”

Once the waiter took your orders, you started chatting about everything and anything. You noticed Conor was extremely rambly, and it was kind of cute when he noticed and stopped to say that he was rambling too much. He was also the funny type, something you would have never guessed from all the investigating you did. He always looked so serious in photos. He laughed at his own comments and talked too fast, which resulted in such a mess that made you laugh even more.

You were finishing your meal when, suddenly, your phone rang “Sorry, I need to take this” you told him as you saw your manager’s name on the screen. He nodded and you left for the bathroom.

“Is there anything wrong?” you asked abruptly. Why would he interrumpt your fake date if everything went as planned?

“Not exactly, but there’s been a tiny problem” he said from the other line.

You gulped “How tiny?”

“Well, turns out Harry Styles decided to have a date with a stranger at the same time as you guys” he sighed “The paparazzi got distracted, but don’t worry, we have a back up plan”

You sighed “I’m listening”

“You and Conor go to 1 Oak, which is ten minutes away on foot. They take pictures of you walking to the club, then entering it. You don’t have to stay there for a long time, since they’ll just leave afterwards” he informed you. 

You nodded, as if he could see you “Alright, thanks”

“How’s the date going, by the way?” you could basically hear his smile.

You rolled your eyes playfully “He’s not that bad” you told him “You thank God our zodiac signs are compatible, or else this would have gone way worse” you joked, making him laugh.

“Yeah, I totally chose him and not any other random singer because your signs are compatible” he said. You chuckled “Right, see you later. And have fun”

“See you” you hung up, sighing for the tenth time that night. 

When you told Conor about the change of plans, he seemed okay with it. He insisted on paying the bill, although you had told him it wasn’t necessary. You hated when boys paid just because you were a girl. But he ended up doing it anyway.

“Crap, now I owe you an ice-cream or something” you joked as the waiter took the bill away. 

He laughed “Sounds fair enough”

Once you got out of the restaurant, you caught glimpse of a camera flash by the corner of your eye. Almost involuntaringly, you grabbed Conor’s hand, catching him by surprise “Damn, you’re fast at this game” he commented, looking down at your hands. He intertwined your fingers together, sending a heat wave through your chest. 

“Used to it” you responded, trying not to think of how good his hand felt on yours.

You made your way to the club quickly as you told Conor about that one time you ate sheep poo when you were one, thinking it was chocolate. He couldn’t stop laughing “Is it weird that I did exactly the same?” he said, putting a hand on your stomach to stop you from crossing a red light that had just changed.

“Are you serious right now?” you laughed. 

“Actually, no” he laughed again “I’m not that stupid” he joked, pushing you with his shoulder. You gave him a fake angry look only to make him laugh again. You smiled. Shit, that laugh was addicting.

Once you got to the club, you saw another paparazzi “Quick, Conor, kiss me or something” you said suddenly, not really thinking your words through.

He stared at you blankly “W-What do you mean?” he asked, confused “Is there a pap out there or something?”

“Essentially, yeah” you said.

As another bright light flashed, you felt Conor’s hand on your exposed back, his other hand travelling to your neck. He leaned in slowly, brushing his nose against yours delicately “I can stop right here if you want me to” he whispered, but you weren’t listening.

Was he that hot at the restaurant? You shook your head slightly and closed the gap between you, feeling his smooth lips against yours. A few seconds later, he pulled away, and your lips felt cold again “Shall we go in for a bit, then?” he asked you casually, as if he hadn’t just given you the sexiest peck of your life.

You nodded and walked in ahead of him, his hand still resting on your back. As you paid for your drinks - it wasn’t as good as ice-cream, but he didn’t object - you noticed you couldn’t even look at him in the eye. It wasn’t rejection. You were confused. 

You didn’t want to go on that date in the first place. It was all a montage, all fake. So why were you feeling so weird inside? You had kissed other actors on camera many times, Conor wasn’t any different. Or was he? As he took your hand and dragged you to the dancefloor, you weren’t so sure anymore. 

“You alright there?” he asked sweetly, tapping your head with his finger.

You smiled “Yeah, why?”

“You just seemed a bit off” he said. A tall man behind you with too many drinks on his hand - and on his body - pushed you aside abruptly as he made his way to a crowded table. Conor put his arms around you and pulled you closer to his chest in response.

“You okay?” he asked, giving that guy a dirty look. When he looked down at you, you moved your eyes away from his. What the hell was wrong with you?

You hid your face on his chest, unable to do or say anything. You knew you had screwed up “Y/N” you heard him say, his voice sounding concerned. He put a hand on your chin and lifted up your head so you were finally looking at him in the eye “It was the kiss, wasn’t it?” he asked, a tone of regret on his voice.

“It’s not the kiss, Conor” you assured him “It’s me, I’m an idiot” you released yourself from his embrace, feeling cold again “I’m sorry, I better head home. Thanks for tonight” 

But he grabbed your arm, pushing you back to him “Don’t leave like that” he said, and you could tell by his eyes that he truly felt sorry.

You gave him a small smile “It’s okay, really” you said before trying to walk away again, but failing. Not because of Conor’s grip on your arm, but because you didn’t want to leave. You couldn’t find the strengh to move away from him, when all you wanted to do was to try those lips again “I’m an idiot” you said before walking over to him and hugging him again.

“Hey” he whispered “We are all idiots here”

You looked up at him again, not removing your eyes from his this time. All your life you had been scared of feelings, of emotions. You never let yourself be free, you never listened to your heart. But now you decided it was about time you bloody did as it told you.

You put your arms around Conor’s neck, his wrapped around your exposed waist. He leaned in, slower this time, and gave you a butterfly kiss. You laughed before he finally pressed your lips together again. But this time, it was for real.

“Way to turn a fake date into a real one” you joked once you pulled away for air, your noses still touching.

He let out a small laugh “I’d love to go on another fake date with you, miss” you smiled as he pressed your lips together again, hungrily this time. Suddenly, you didn’t care anymore about the paparazzi, or the fame, or anything outside that club. The only thing that mattered was that you had found someone special, someone who you knew would treat you like a queen. Because if he had been the sweetest while you were strangers, you couldn’t imagine how great he’d be when you become perfect strangers. 

[artificialqueens]

Understanding the Undead ch.2 (katlaska) - comeapart

a/n: i want to rematch ghostbusters every time i go to write more of this fic. except ghostbusters has less… menacing villains. ch.1 here

An hour later, Brian was still trying to make Justin see reason whilst they got into full drag. It felt too early, but they had press events and filming for Logo to do. Justin was convinced it wasn’t Ginger, but Brian was still going to ask later, just to check. “So why isn’t it here now?” Katya asked, licking over her lips before applying the red lipstick, probably smearing it onto her teeth in the process.

Alaska was sat on the counter in the bathroom, using what she had called the ‘good light’ to draw on the perfect brow. “I told you, it doesn’t come out in the daytime. It only appears when it’s dark.”

“So you’ve seen this ‘ghost’ often enough to work out a pattern?”

Alaska turned to look at Katya, raising the half of a brow she did have and staring at her. “I didn’t text you because I had a bad dream, Katya. If it had happened once, I would’ve just ignored it. I lived with Sharon long enough to figure that one out.”

Katya finished applying her lipstick, moving to sit opposite Alaska on the ridiculously long counter. She still wasn’t quite over the fact that Alaska had clearly been given the best room out of all of them. Didn’t Miss Congeniality count for something? She looked over Alaska once more, noticing her hands shaking ever so slightly as she drew on the brows. “Look, I don’t want to be the bad guy here, but like… Have you talked to someone about this? Like… Professional?”

“We’ve been over this, Katya Zamo-whatever. I am not having another breakdown, and even if I was, I don’t have psychosis.”

“I love it when you butcher my name. It’s almost as good as when you offered Detox money to stay on All Stars but not me,” Katya joked, but Alaska just glared. Clearly, she wasn’t seeing the humour in the situation, and she wasn’t happy about all the attempts Katya was making to lighten the mood. “I’m just saying, y’know? Sometimes it’s helpful to talk to-”

“If you don’t believe me, you can stay here with me tonight. And if I am crazy, fine. I’ll go see someone. You can pick, anyone you like, I’m not fussy. But if you see it,” Alaska drawled, looking over at Katya with big eyes. “You’ll fix it with me.”

“Alright, fine. Fine, I will, because this is ridiculous. Ghosts aren’t real, Alaska,” Katya rolled her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror. She didn’t need eyebrows, because that was an unrealistic expectation of women. Some people didn’t have eyebrows, and that was perfectly fine, and not wasting half an hour on drawing on two lines seemed a lot better than wasting that half an hour. It was an eyebrow strike, per se. Alaska glanced over, shaking her head.

The worst case situation was that there was a ghost, and even in that case, Katya’s room was free and Alaska probably wouldn’t be against going there instead. The best case situation was that this was another one of Alaska’s weird mind games to get Katya to fuck her, which was completely awesome because it made her feel less guilty for crushing on her friend. Alaska nodded at herself in the mirror, standing up and readjusting the bra she had put on.

“Come with me.”

Alaska turned away without waiting for Katya to reply, which only made Katya pay more attention to her body. Since when was Alaska so bony? She was tall and slender but Katya had never seen this many bones on her body, not since that time in LA at one of the Drag Race premieres. They had made out in the bathrooms for twenty minutes and completely ignored the fact that Alaska was still heartbroken, and since then, things had gotten a lot easier. All of the bones on her body looked tense, and Katya was pretty sure she was pissed.

It wasn’t that Katya thought Alaska was insane, it was more the fact that Katya knew ghosts weren’t real. And Alaska also did, or used to, until today. If anything, Katya probably thought she should take more vitamins and stop forgetting to eat breakfast. She followed Alaska into the room connecting to the bedroom and looked around, clearly confused.

“Um… This is nice?” Katya offered, to which Alaska just stared at her. There was a bed and a couch and a TV, and wow, if Alaska wanted sex, all she had to do was ask. “I’m not really sure what you want me to look at. The bed’s unmade?”

“Oh my god, Brian. Fucking- That,” Alaska frowned, furrowing her brows and pointing a fully nailed hand to the wall. Alaska’s hands were still shaking, and Katya tried her best to ignore it, turning to look and feeling a cold shiver fall through his body. There was a handprint burnt onto the wall, and fuck, if there were actually ghosts, Katya was not going to stay the entire night. She wasn’t a ghostbuster. Brian had read a book or two about ghosts, but none of them said anything about handprints. Alaska was biting at her lip, chewing at it in a way that Katya was pretty sure hurt. “They appear randomly. But they’re mostly on that wall. I think it might be where I leave my stuff, because I moved it after the first night but they followed?”

“And they only appear in here?” Katya asked cautiously, swallowing and trying to step back, then realising that required being closer to the wall and stopping herself.

“I mean, yeah? The handprints do. I don’t… She doesn’t stay in here, though.”

“And now the ghost is a girl? Alaska, girl, are you… Are you sure it’s not-”

“If you ask me if I’m seeing things one more time, I will get Ginger to smack you,” Alaska said with a hint of desperation to her voice, clearly annoyed with Katya. “Brian, there is a handprint on my wall. There is a handprint, that you can see, and it doesn’t disappear when you touch it. I thought it was marks or dust or something at first, but it’s not, and they disappear. They disappear and when I wake up in the middle of the night, I see them appearing and it fucking scares me. But my phone doesn’t work in this room, so I can’t even call you and make you rescue me,” Alaska breathed, looking down at her nails and shaking her head.

“Alaska-”

“Katya, it has fingerprints. It’s not- You can’t be serious!”

“Okay, okay. Girl, okay, we’ll figure this out. I’ll go see if Shangela has a sleeping bag or something-”

“Katya, we aren’t going to be sleeping,” Alaska said, her voice low and way too serious for Katya to feel like anything would even possibly happen. “Or if we are sleeping, it’s going to be together. Oh my god, stop looking at me like that, it’s not funny,” And Katya went back to her slight frown, because Alaska was giving her another look.

“Maybe we should go to my hotel room tonight, since mine definitely isn’t haunted and you probably need to calm down before we can figure this out?”

“No! No, Katya, I am not letting you think I’m insane. Not until you have to see it too,” Alaska hissed, and wow, snake lady was mad.

“Okay, okay, sorry. We need to go downstairs. I think we have filming today,” Katya said carefully, and Alaska just nodded, picking her phone up and shoving it into her bra before leading her out. Katya stopped at the door, holding it open with her foot when Alaska tried to close it. “Don’t you need your keycard?”

“I have it. It’s in my phone case. Not all of us are like you, grandpa,” Katya would’ve been hurt if she wasn’t too busy worrying about Alaska’s sanity.

The lift downstairs was painfully quiet, with Alaska nearly saying things and Katya nearly listening up until they met with a nice lady who handed them gloves and ice-skates and sent them to the hallway to put them on. Ginger and Shangela were already ready, and Katya was jealous, because they were smoking outside while she had to navigate the tiny death-traps onto her feet somehow.

Alaska was clearly struggling, because she was Alaska with the bowlegs that made her look a little bit like Bambi walking for the first time. She nearly fell the second she stood up, but because she was Alaska, she managed to stay upright by some unfair advantage gravity gave her, and just stared down at Katya before giggling and offering her hand to her.

Katya took her hand, standing up and stumbling straight into the wall, dragging Alaska with her before bursting out into laughter, grinning up at her. Alaska just shook her head, taking Katya’s wrist instead (which Katya had a pretty good bet on being because of her fake nails) and dragging her outside to Ginger and Shangela before disappearing off to the side with Shangela, leaving Katya alone with her best friend.

“Girl, where the fuck have you been? I haven’t seen you since we had to film all of that indoors promo stuff yesterday,” Ginger laughed, offering Katya a cigarette and a lighter and an option to talk about ghosts.

[plehdis]

boyfriend!vernon

okay let’s be real here

do you honestly think this boy can confess his feelings on his own

hahaha noo

if anything he needs the help of someone, like literally someone has to help him when it comes to being romantic and all that

so the story starts off like this

the members were getting their hair done at a salon

and he was already done and he was like bored out of his mind on his phone

‘’I’m gonna go on my own adventure in the real world bc I ran out of lives in candy crush” 

“and mingyu won’t send me some >>:( ”

so like he leaves and wonders the cobbled streets of the city

there’s not much people out since people are getting up, already on their way to work

after a while he finds himself standing in front of a cafe with a karaoke stage being advertised

and he goes in hearing a female angelic voice

the voice sounds like nothing he’s heard before

but he realizes it’s not someone singing on stage using the microphone

rather the cashier in front

he doesn’t move for like a good three minutes just standing at the female because he honestly doesn’t know what to do

she continues to hum while waiting for a customer not realizing he was standing there

and it’s only after turning to face the door she meets his gaze

she almost gets a heart attack, clutching onto her shirt  because it was a slow day like wtf who is up at 6 am on a saturday that is so beautiful like him

like tbh she didn’t even wanna come in today but she’s broke sooooooo

after realizing what’s going on he snaps out of it and quietly bows in apology

“uh sorry I just really liked your voice and yeah uh”

smooth vernon smooth

the female isn’t any better

she’s practically blushing shades of red and pink and it’s not helping that her work clothes were similar shades

curse the cuteness of the cafe

“no it’s my fault sir, did you want something to eat or drink?”

and he’s like I don’t like coffee but she’s really cute ughhhhhhh what do I do????

“can I get a coffee, two sugars?”

he’s probably gonna give it to one of the members because mingyu probably wants it

even though he didn’t send him any lives :((((

she nods and gets right to it, hiding her blush behind the large machines

he doesn’t know where to sit, and finds himself sitting at the window seats

because lord knows he doesn’t want her to see him blushing acting all shy and all that

once she’s done she mentally prepares herself because she’ll have to go up to him

“here you go sir”

she glances upwards at him before bowing and scurrying back to the counter

he was about to thank her but she left without giving him a chance to

so like, what is he gonna do?

like he could leave but who wants to leave a beautiful girl alone in the cafe

guess he’s giving mingyu a cold coffee :))

so he just sits and pulls his phone out before realizing that they’ve been sending him messages to hurry back

‘oh no the hyungs :OOOO’

he curses before heading to the counter and leaving a bill to pay for the drink

“keep the change, thanks for the coffee!”

so like he plans on going back after the music show and promos and what not, but like he’s scared like what if she’s not there because she only does part time ??

so it takes him FIVE days before he finally goes back after telling himself that she’s working

and to his surprise she actually is, but there’s some people lingering around

it’s the evening so the karaoke stage since the light is directed there

he shyly goes up to the cash and low and behold there she is, wearing her normal clothes?

‘hi sir what can I get-’

‘a coffee with two sugars please’

she’s surprised to see him, but never the less makes his order and hands it to him, surprisingly fast this time

and he’s like omg omg there’s a heart on the side of the cup did she do it for me :’)

but then he realizes it’s the same on the other coffee cups and he’s kinda like :///

he stays for longer than he did before, since it was a break and he sorta sneaked out because if anyone knew where he won’t oh lord he wouldn’t hear the end of it

in fact, he stays just enough that her shift is over

but instead of leaving for the night, she finds herself standing at his table bc who would miss the change to talk to a handsome stranger like himself

‘uh hi is this seat taken?’

he looked upwards, his eyes widening at the sight of the female before nodding a bit too excitedly

*mentally smacks his head* nice one idiot

‘sure, take a seat’

it was agonizingly quiet, save for the voice of the person who bravely sung in front of the small crowd

‘so (y/n) is it? why don’t you sing up there?’

and she likes does a double take, because how did the handsome stranger know her name

till she realizes her tag has her name followed by a rainbow sticker

nice one

‘well I don’t really sing, I’m just a cashier and barista sir-’

‘it’s vernon, or hansol if you prefer’

and that my friends is how they both sparked a conversation

for some reason it actually didn’t go so bad, lame jokes and puns were his forte

and for some reason, she absolutely adore his jokes and puns because she’s lame too

so she ends asking for his number because he was too shy but he totally wanted to be the one to ask

and for the whole week they’re texting one another

like sometimes in the middle of a practice break he’ll be laughing his ass off at the meme she sent him

and that’s when boo seungkwan aka prince of jeju steps in and grabs his phone and runs away with it

all the members chase after him because they wanna know who’s making their little hansolie laugh and blush like that

because their lame jokes don’t usually work

and he doesn’t even realize till he’s in the room alone

‘hANSOL VERNON CHWE WHO IS THIS PERSON WITH THREE HEART EYES AND KISSY FACE HmmMMMM’

he probably just died right then and there

like rip vernon; died of embrassment feat. seventeen

so they don’t let him off till he finally reveals how he’s been sneaking out in the evenings to see her or how he stays up a bit longer just talking/texting her

and they lowkey wanna scold him for doing but they just awh and tease the boy till no end

until they ask to meet her

and the boy is like nO NO nonononono no

‘she’s not getting tainted by you people’

cue offended seventeen members

so they do it without him knowing

when he sneaks out at 5pm, they lowkey follow him to the cafe where disguises of some sort and holding newspaper to hide them

they look like idiots on the streets

idiots that love vernon enough to stalk him and his female friend tho

so they manged to find the cafe but it’s a bit packed so the sorta separate as much as they can while having some vision on vernon

so vernon sits in the booth while (y/n) sits in front of him

and they’re both laughing at a lame joke he made

‘so they took your phone and ran?’

‘yeah basically, gotta love my friends :)’

they guys are trying to read their lips but seeing as it’s dark inside it’s hard to see

but they do approve of the female in some way, she seems to make him happy

so they decide to take matters into their own hands

boo and seokmin get onto stage and choose a cheesy romantic omg the cringe  (─‿‿─)

‘this song is dedicated to the love couple in the 4th booth’

and vernon already know who’s talking because (y/n) is blushing madly (damn boo gotta point at the table too)

well I guess the moments right

‘uh (y/n) I promise I didn’t plan this, my friends-’

‘it’s okay vernon, really it’s sweet’

well shit he probably should’ve taken credit for that 

‘well in that case, I actually have something to ask’

and she does a double take because like, vernon getting serious

‘sure what is it?’

‘didyouwannabemygirlfriendbecauseyou’rereallyniceandbeautifulandughhh’

‘what wut’

‘would you like to go out with me? I know it might be a bit rushed and all but I really like you  {◕ ◡ ◕} ‘

‘I’d like that  ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿ ‘

and bOOM THEY’RE THE NEW IT COUPLE

haha jk jk

they take it really slow

like so slow that the seventeen members beg him to do something

I mean they hold each other’s hands when going on a stroll to the park

he carefully places his arm on her shoulder blade it’s like

it’s like he doesn’t wanna break her because she’s so pretty and ahhh

but she’s like mentally screaming sometimes for him to do something

but don’t get her wrong she’s not complaining, it’s cute how shy his actions and movements are soft and gentle

there was a time where the boys planned a date for the pair

insert cheesy picnic in the park

red checkered picnic blanket, food prepared by chef mingyu

but the pair just spend most of the time just staring up at the clouds, cuddling close to one another. giggles and laughs shared at the cloud shaped bunny

‘this is nice’

‘aju nice?’

‘hansol pls’

always sharing music with one another

he is always passionate about music, and he likes sharing his type of music with her. sometimes conversations just consisted of the constant exchanging of music

sometimes lazy days are filled with the wireless speaker blasting the newest playlist he made

now back to (y/n) being a singer with a bit of stage fright

so it’s currently been six months since they’ve started dating and like

she feels it in her heart to do something for him because like he’s always so nice and understanding of her problems from schooling to friends to life in general and he just is amazing and listens to anything

and after much contemplation she’s like

‘let’s write a cheesy love song to sing’

‘in front of the crowd on stage’

so for one week she spends speaking with the other members (more specifically jihoon) on how to write a song

now she wasn’t expecting to create the next iconic song but hey, she wants to try

and vernon’s like ‘where’s my girlfriend????’ ‘i wanna spend time with my girlfriend >.<’

till he gets a text from his significant other

‘did you wanna pick me up after my shift at 7?’

so he goes and sees her setting up a mic and he’s like ????

lowkey the other members are there in the crowd ready to cheer her on

vernon was gonna go up to her until she sat down on the bench in front, grabbing the guitar

and now he’s even more confused because ‘when did my girlfriend pLAY THE GUITAR WHAT’

she taps the mic once before glancing towards the crowd and wearing a somewhat confident smile

‘so hi everyone, I’ll be singing a song that a wrote with the help of some amazing people, dedicated to my boyfriend’

and vernon’s standing there like ‘oh shiet guys guys that’s me omg omg’

and of course after hours of practicing she just slays the crowd because we’re having a happy ending y’all

he’s trying not to smile and blush but he can’t help but grin because it’s his girl singing on stage

oh and it’s a sONG ABOUT HIM UH HELLoOo?

when she’s done he’s all warm and mushy inside because of the lyrics

and of course the crowd is cheering loudly for her whilst she gets off stage and hugs him

although it’s public he doesn’t care and returns the gesture, whispering sweet words into her ear

‘i love you’

‘i love you more sweetheart’

o I just realized this was the first time they said ‘i love you’ aWH

but it all honesty, he’s just a guy who just needs a little nudge. he might be shy and a ‘cool guy’ but his image doesn’t show how affectionate or how clingy he could be behind closed doors

late night conversations about life and music sharing is something you both love to do together

the idea of dating does scare him, but he’s willing to take the step if they’re willing to as well.

Request for more!