#support one pact 🤍

[loserlvrss]

— ☆ guys i cant stop baby nado ankkullyeo-ing in public spaces, costco isn’t the place nor the time girl ꃋᴖꃋ get a grip

- soph 𓆤

[quillkiller]

broooo thank GOD your talking about grindledore. Like they were the one who got me into the Marauders (and fandom in general!). They were everything to 12 yo me. I’ve been neglecting them for years and now you’ve awoken an age old beast that’s just filled to the brim with grindledore and shitty amvs.

anyways this is just a long winded way of saying I really love that your into them and would love to know your head cannons on them <3. (I am kicking my feet and giggling)

GRINDELDORES UNITE !!!!!!!

me and kara have been going crazy over them .. we watched dumbledores secrets the other day and we’re watching the other two this week 🤍 so here’s some of mine and kara’s yapping in neat little bullet points !!

neither one of them is good and neither one of them is bad. they both become leader figures for the oppossing sides (good and evil) out of pure spite and pride, refusing to back down. it’s canon that grindelwald regretted everything, and it’s canon that albus tells harry that he’s not a good man/and is power hungry. THEY COULDVE MET IN THE MIDDLE !!!!!! INSTEAD OF FEELING BETRAYED !!!! but they were so young and so ambitious and passionate and they were going to change the WORLD

i think that. if they had met in the middle / if we’re talking a canon divergence. they wouldve just continued to be a little morally fucked up, albus would become a professor but not headmaster, gellert wouldve been his creepy mysterious husband, and they wouldve just continue to experiment with dark arts on the weekends behind closed doors (<- and also. for sexual reasons)

since we’re talking hc’s. aint no way albus didnt use the blood pact trying to strangle him if he even so much as thought of hurting grindelwald while wanking. so jot that down

i also think they wouldve been a better support system for harry together … albus is too reckless and doesn’t communicate or talks in fucking infuriating riddles and i think gellert is the only one who can sort of see through him and properly understand him. i think albus often wishes gellert were there whenever he had to make difficult decisions. gellert is canonically his equal, and albus misses him like a lung and can never tell anyone because gellert is the one he has to defeat.

i believe gellert wanted albus to save him during their last battle. he gives up so easily, doesn’t fight back just because his plan was revealed ? stupid. he wanted albus to save him. ’i was never your enemy, not then not now’

also. ’who will love you now, dumbledore?’ lots of people will. lots of people love and respect albus but NO ONE KNOWS HIMMMMM. the only two people who actually really know him is his brother who can barely stand to look at him and his first love whose locked up in nurmengard. and if i said albus is a lily evans variant . what then. never actually being seen . always cursed to be the saviour while harbouring so many complicated and dark urges .

we also talked about ^ the canon divergence and how gellert would be such an exasparated husband. everyone loves albus. gellert isn’t capable of being pleasant in the same way albus is pleasant. albus is able to blend in and make people like him, gellert was expelled from durmstrang and is a downright cunt who wont put in an effort to be liked by people he doesnt care about

i also believe they wouldve been in a secret relationship. like they meet in 1899 and even if it IS the wizarding world, i dont think they were that open-minded about same sex couples back then. so it would drive gellert INSANE !!! he can’t even put a possessive arm around albus at the #function to mark his territory . albus would tease him for how grumpy he is. as if albus isn’t listing dark spells in his head whenever someone flirts with gellert and whispers them in his ear while they fuck in some gala closet or whatever

also. me and kara fully and completely ignore the fucking quillin or deer or whatever kneeling for albus. like what the fuck was that. albus being pure of heart and having good intentions ? when it’s canon that he tells harry he’s not good and shouldnt be trusted in a position of power ? we are blatantly ignoring that as ’canon’ . like, the heartbreaking thing about them is that neither of them are bad and neither of them are good and they couldve met in the middle. but didnt . and the result is a two month summer fling haunting you for the rest of your lives until both of you die in your own towers. THEY COULDVE HAD IT ALLLLLLLL . THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS YOU IS THE PERSON YOU HAVE TO DEFEAT !!!!!!!!!!! sick and twisted .

[keyleth-clay]

Hii, I was wondering if you had any thoughts on a critical role/venture maidens crossover? 💖💖💖

Oooooooooh, well, I have a few ideas, but not much in terms of, like, specific plot stuff:

If I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Watched An Actual Play Group's First Online Campaign Where The Goth Elf Ends Up A Champion Of The Raven Queen, I'd Have Two Nickels - Which Isn't A Lot, But It's Weird That It's Happened Twice. (and by that I mean I would love for Arrnodel and Vax to meet.) EDIT: also a Two Nickels moment with Arrnodel and Fjord both being unwitting warlocks in pacts with a fuck-off giant snake patron and then end up changing patrons as a major part of their character arc.

Just... the insanity (and destruction) that would happen as a result of the Fate Maidens meeting The Mighty Nein, given that one of the M9's bffs is a Drow, and. Y'know. Everything with Kara.

Building off of this - adding Valerius and/or Gidget to Caleb and Essek and Veth's magic experiments and Wizard Hubris™.

I've only watched one episode of Favour so far, but I know for a fact that Aoife and Fearne would adore each other. Also maybe low-key distant relatives? 👀👀👀

(Okay full disclosure this is just me taking my faves from each campaign and smooshing them together) But like I think that Keyleth and Sawyeh would have so much to talk about?? Like both of them being the youngest in their respective groups and having these expectations placed on their shoulders, and their respective elemental ties and how they feel about using those powers and their relationships with each particular element (Sawyeh generally being more drawn to fire on her own and water because of Persana [I still don't know how to spell the water elemental's name lol], and Keyleth being drawn more to air and earth [plus fire when she's pissed]). Plus throw Caduceus into the mix for some tea and meditation and growing up in an isolated religious/spiritual centre, and.... I'm gonna cut myself off here. 😅

HANG ON I JUST THOUGHT OF. PARALLELS. Rem/Isolde vs Allura/Kima???? Powerful WLW political leaders who are supporters of the party, one of whom is stabby and take-action and the other is a spell-caster and more cautious???? Is this something???? (I vote yes 🖤❤️🤍 💙💛🤎)

Also speaking of parallels - Ranna and Dorian? Enough said.

[seth-shitposts]

Sebastián[💚]: Ima recap a BUDGETING meeting we had last night/are still in the process of trying to have because interior comms are so nonexistent.

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Alexsandr💙 - Was the one doing the maths and explaining everything and such, getting the finances straight n shit

Alice💖&Seth💚 - were conversing with each other as Alexsandr was explaining and making a pact to Not Impulse Buy as much as possible/limit each other on their spending. [Two Thirds of the Most Frequent Pilots, their presence was mandatory.]

Harley❤️🖤 - was paying attention & offering support and input. [Was present because she's been fronting bit more commonly to help soothe the anxiety over the new job.]

Devon🧡&Alice💖 - after getting confirmation from Lexie, starred planning a therapy thing we've been wanting/needing to do for a year now. Recieved / recieving the allowed budget for materials. [Devon was present/is receiving memos to help Alice and others with this specific project. Usually only fronts when A Situation Triggers him out.]

Lilith🤍🖤 - MIA? Sleeping? [They rarely front as it is, and the few times they do they don't shop or buy anything. Lex trusts their judgment.]

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S💚: so this is a budgeting meeting.

A💙: No, I'm going over our finances so I can calculate everything for the next five to six months. You all just started passing by and now we're struggling to try and communicate internally. So I'm focusing on doing everything externally while Quinn relies information.

A💖: Soooooo... it's a budgeting meeting now.

A💙: *long adult sigh* yes.

[sparklingandtwinkling]

Tropical-Rouge! Pretty Cure Characters as Mobians

🌊🌴💄🤍☀️💜🪸💛🥭❤️🦩💙🧜‍♀️🦭

Cures:

Manatsu Natsuumi/Cure Summer - Auburn Labrador Retriever/Blonde Labrador Retriever

Sango Suzumura/Cure Coral - Dark Purple Fennec Fox/Light Purple Fennec Fox

Minori Ichinose/Cure Papaya - Dark Yellow Goat/Orange Goat

Asuka Takizawa/Cure Flamingo - Rust Red Ocelot/Bright Crimson Ocelot

Laura/Cure La Mer - Bright Pink Merhog (Grand Ocean)/Bright Pink Hedgehog (Mobius)/Sky Blue (with a Pink Ombré) Hedgehog (Cure)

Laura is from the land of mermaids known as Grand Ocean

Faires:

Kururun - Seal Cure Flicky

Kururun is a sea fairy from Grand Ocean

They are the current Mermaid Queen and Laura's pet

Magical Allies:

Mermaid Queen - Turquoise Merhog

The Queen of the Grand Ocean.

She gives Laura the Tropical Pacts and tells her to find the Pretty Cures to fight the Witch of Delays.

Aunete/Cure Oasis - Sandy Blonde Turtle/Bright Yellow Turtle

Is a legendary Pretty Cure of the past.

Villians:

Witch of Delays - Black Water Dragon

A witch who lacks motivation.

Butler - Dark Yellow Seahorse

He is the Witch of Delays' butler.

Chongire - Blue Hermit Crab

He works as the Witch of Delays' chef.

Numeri - Light Purple MerEchidna (has a Sea Cumber tail)

She works as the Witch of Delays' doctor.

Elda - MerFox (has a Shrimp tail)

She works as the Witch of Delays' maid.

Family:

Taiyo Natsuumi - Brown Labrador Retriever

Manatsu's father.

Aoi Natsuumi - Auburn Labrador Retriever

Manatsu's mother.

She works at the Aozora City aquarium.

Miyuki Suzumura - Fennec Fox

Sango's mother.

She works at Pretty Holic.

Narumi Ichinose - Dark Yellow Goat

Minori's mother.

Haruya Takizawa - Dark Maroon Groundhog

Asuka's father.

He is well-known as the Blazing Good Weather Man, being a passionate drummer who is determined to perform a ritual that will clear the sky from bad weathers.

Supporting People:

Yuriko Shiratori - Dark Blue Clouded Leopard

She's a third-year student and the student council president of Aozora Middle School.

Masami Kakuta - Brown Albatross

She is the president of the Disciplinary Committee and is very strict about following the rules.

Saki Sakuragawa - Manta Ray

She is Manatsu, Laura, and Sango's homeroom teacher.

Kiriko Shiraishi - Dull Magenta Hyena

One of Manatsu's classmates.

Is best friends with Naomi and Yumi and three girls are seen together a lot.

Naomi Komachi - Brown Seal

One of Manatsu's classmates.

Is best friends with Yumi and Kiriko and three girls are seen together a lot.

Yumi Kuwano - Black Ermine

One of Manatsu's classmates.

Is best friends with Kiriko and Naomi and three girls are seen together a lot.

Mafune Hirabayashi - Dugong

Is the director of the Aozora City aquarium.

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Previously: 🌿🐶 | Next: 🍀🐱

[portalhan]

، ✧･ﾟ🎃 boo ! halloween with stray kids!​

pairing: ot8 skz x gn!reader

format: headcanons, reactions

themes: halloween things!!!!!, some established relationships, just fluff. hehe

warnings: mention of food and candy throughout, pumpkins in felix's and jeongin's, ghost hunting with jisung

word count: 3.6k

fae's notes: aaaa happy halloween folks! my favourite time of the year 🤍 part three of my halloween fic series after ghoul!hyunjin and vampire!minho~ really enjoyed making this one, let me know your favourites! (mine's chan and hyunjin) also, i used a prompt from this post for jeongin's (it was too funny not to use lol)! as always, let me know your thoughts and share your feedback with me through the reblogs, comments or tags!!

you and chan have always loved dressing up for halloween. although you two were always pretty impartial to the other classic traditions that came with the holiday – chan especially hated horror films – you had a shared love for decking yourselves out in the dumbest costumes possible. this went way back to before you even started dating, and when you got together, you realised the only thing better than wearing carefully planned halloween costumes was doing so with each other.

you've done howl and sophie, ruby and sapphire, cosmo and wanda, batman and alfred (yes, instead of robin, because chan refused to wear spandex all night), the list truly goes on. but this year's couple costume might be your favourite thus far. just a week ago, you and chan were standing in his garage with the materials laid out on the ground. "let's get to work," he said, and before either of you realised it, you ended up spending a total of four hours straight making these costumes.

you've done howl and sophie, ruby and sapphire, cosmo and wanda, batman and alfred (yes, instead of robin, because chan refused to wear spandex all night), the list truly goes on. but this year's couple costume might be your favourite thus far. just a week ago, you and chan were standing in his garage with the materials laid out on the ground. "let's get to work," he said, and before either of you realised it, you ended up spending a total of four hours straight making these costumes.

fast forward to halloween night, 30 minutes before you planned to rock up at hyunjin's halloween party. you were helping each other into the costumes, especially considering how bulky they were – they basically enveloped your bodies. "god, we're gonna injure so many people with how big these are," you groan as you struggle with the zipper at the back. chan automatically comes to your aid, waddling over in his matching fit. "babe, don't even worry. we'll steal the show and bag that best dressed prize again," he chuckles behind you, and you can't help but do the same. you loved chan and you loved halloween. no embarrassing costume would ever take that away from you.

and win the best dressed prize you did – as you and chan waddled up the stage, as giant shakers with the words 'salt' (you) and 'pepper' (chan) scrawled on them, you were able to spot your friends either snapping photos of your ridiculous outfits, laughing at how dumb your couple costumes are (endearingly) or yelling at you from the floor in support. you held chan's hand after taking the basket of snacks off hyunjin's hands and squeezed. chan shot you an affectionate look and smiled, before giving his silly speech about how you and he are now five-time costume champions.

ೇ 𑁦꒦꒷ minho

you are the furthest thing from being a horror fan, always have been. you get spooked fairly easily, so obviously you wouldn't want to risk any unnecessary stress, right? your horror and psychological thriller-free life was great, until you met and started dating lee minho, unfortunately.

look, you love him – deeply. that was probably why you decided to sacrifice your peace for this horror-loving man. you made pact on your first halloween together. he cut you a deal: he'll dress up however you wanted him to every year (of course, if he has specific requests, he can choose), but you have to watch at least one horror movie with him on halloween. you shook on it, and the rest was history.

that's pretty much how you find yourself snuggled up next to him with his arm wrapped around your figure in the darkness of your living room, illuminated only by the brightness of the tv. you were both huddled underneath a heated blanket on your couch, snacks strewn across the couch as minho's eyes were glued to the screen (you were sure he hasn't blinked in at least 10 minutes due to the suspense), while you were cowering behind the fabric. unbeknownst to you, minho absolutely loved having you cling onto him like this, which was really his ulterior motive behind the pact this entire time. he loved having you depend on him for safety and protection a lot more than he let on. every time you held him tighter during particularly gruesome scenes, he'd smirk ever so slightly to himself while his heart pounded against his chest; sometimes, if it was especially intense, he'd rub his thumb against the skin on your arm or waist and place a soft kiss on the crown of your head to reassure you. "i'll keep you safe," he whispers to you every year without fail.

of course, these movie nights are not without their usual trademark minho banter. "are you scared already? we're barely five minutes in."

"pennywise just bit the guy's head off," you mumble beneath the blanket.

"so?"

"there's no reasoning with you."

"love you too."

ೇ 𑁦꒦꒷ changbin

it's 4pm on halloween, and you and changbin were silently lounging on the couch; you were sitting by the side and reading a book, while changbin had his head on your lap as he listened to some music. that was before he suddenly took his headphones off and gently tapped your arm to get your attention. "wanna go trick or treating tonight?"

you put your book down and raised an eyebrow. "we don't have costumes." changbin's eyes lit up – "actually... i already got us some." he literally bounced up from his spot on your lap and dashed over to the closet in your shared bedroom. you could hear him shuffling items around before he emerged from the doorway holding two black-coloured outfits... you immediately recognised them – morticia and gomez from the addams family. changbin had the widest smile on his face; he was very obviously excited about this. "so you already planned this," you question while trying to stifle a laugh. he nodded furiously, although you were a bit skeptical about the... practicality of trick or treating well into your adulthood. "isn't trick or treating a kids thing?"

"absolutely not. we are doing this."

"fine."

you had to admit, trick or treating was a blast when it was with changbin. you'd walk down the street and essentially gossip about the costumes you'd see passerbys wearing ("that wig isn't even comic-accurate," he scoffed at some guy wearing a wolverine costume at some point in the night). you'd even rate them out of 10. the actual trick or treating was great too; you managed to acquire a shit ton of candy. perhaps your favourite moment of the night was when you wanted to pour an entire bowl of candy left outside by some lazy neighbours; although that was until changbin swatted your hand away – "leave some for the children, you monster!" – and pulled you away from the front door. you pouted with puppy eyes in an attempt to convince him otherwise. "but they had candy corn," you told him. he laughed as he leaned down to place a light peck on your puckered lips. "i'll get you some later, baby."

your very successful night concluded with two full buckets of assorted sweet treats, as well as a jar of candy corn changbin got for you at the supermarket as promised (which you thanked him for with a shower of little kisses all over his face while he wrapped your arms around you and begged you to stop). safe to say, you'll absolutely be doing this again next year.

ೇ 𑁦꒦꒷ hyunjin

you first met hyunjin at a halloween party hosted by your mutual friend, changbin. you did not know him at all prior to that fateful party, maybe in passing mentions during your conversations with bin? you weren't sure. you were really looking forward to that halloween in particular, because it was your very first informal function for the holiday. you decided to go all out with your costume too, and showed up at changbin's as emily the corpse bride, fully decked out with the appropriate make-up and accompanying dress.

much to your dismay, the first thing changbin did upon opening the door to you was widen his eyes and gasp excitedly. "wow, not even a hi? hello?" you tease him. changbin's (who was hilariously dressed as bowser from super mario) hand flew to his mouth as he started laughing uncontrollably. damn, was your costume that bad? you fold your arms against your chest as you watch him laugh harder for the next few seconds. "what?" he began escorting you in, (of course) not without a couple more chuckles.

"you're literally perfectly matched with hyunjin right now!"

"who the hell is hyunjin?"

he pointed to a guy sitting on the couch in the living room. changbin's place was relatively dark save for the atmospheric blue-tinted down lights, but you could vaguely make out a cute, lanky man with long hair slicked back, wearing a tattered victorian-looking suit against pale-painted skin. oh my god, he was victor van dort.

hyunjin made eye contact with you due to all the commotion about your costumes, and his jaw immediately dropped. everyone else sitting around him burst into laughter, while the two of you just awkwardly averted each other's gazes. "i kind of ship this, you guys look amazing together," teased a friend of changbin's – you recognised him as jisung from his music theory class – eliciting a chorus of violent agreements from the rest. hyunjin lifts his arm to scratch the back of his neck and chuckles along awkwardly, still avoiding your gaze.

after the uproar died down and the group scattered to different corners of the house to socialise with other partygoers, hyunjin decided to search for you. you were catching up with a friend not too far away from where he was, and he decided to sneak up behind you and tap you on the shoulder. you looked back in shock as hyunjin tells you: "hey, cool costume. i think it's cute that we match." there was a slight tremble in his voice – was he... nervous?

you shot your friend a sheepish look as she smirks and walks away. you turn back to him, and say, "hyunjin, right? i'm y/n!" you extend your hand for him to shake. he looks almost taken aback as his brain begins to vomit and he tells you his, although you promptly let him know that you already knew his name, courtesy of changbin. he throws his head back in laughter and apologises for being so dumb. "no, it's okay. i think it's cute," you tell him while smiling. there's an awkward silence for a brief couple of seconds before he decides to take a risk.

"i think you look really pretty as emily."

"thanks," your cheeks are tinted a bright red, and you mentally thank god for how dark the place was. "do you... wanna go out sometime? do you like coffee?" hyunjin scratches the back of his neck again, chest about to explode from the sheer anxiety of asking you out. your heart skipped a beat the moment he posed the question. "i'd love that," you tell him over the party chatter, extending your palm out to ask for his phone. he grins from ear to ear at your response before frantically digging around his pockets for his phone. as soon as he gets it out, he passes it to you, and you punch in your digits as a new contact. "it's a date," you tell him, as hyunjin beams.

ೇ 𑁦꒦꒷ jisung

you don't know why you were dumb enough to agree with your boyfriend when he asked if you wanted to go ghost hunting at an abandoned hospital with him, but you did it anyway. and as he dragged you by the arm into the decrepit, eerie building, you found yourself regretting your response more than you have regretted anything else in your entire life.

you whined and groaned as he dragged you by the arm through the decrepit, mouldy building. everything was setting you off – twigs and dead leaves crunching beneath your shoes as you walked, the way the wind made howling noises through the windows, the way it was dead silent apart from jisung's soft humming. "what, are you scared?" jisung teased you, as he took a peek into one of the old wards, only to see worn-down hospital beds still inside. you thank god you had jisung here with you, or else you'd already be on your third mental breakdown by now.

"yes, jisung. i was never trying to hide that."

"oh," he muttered sheepishly as he stopped in his tracks. he wrapped his arms around you and placed a prolonged kiss against your forehead. you leaned into his kiss, eyes closed and hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life. "i'll protect you no matter what," he says into your skin. "thanks for coming here with me. don't worry. i got you." you tut as you playfully roll your eyes at your boyfriend.

you continued your quest through the hospital, although you did notice that you felt progressively braver as you acquainted yourself with the hallways and rooms. although, the actual ghost hunting portion of your visit was still pretty unnerving. every once in a while, jisung would pull out his evp (he bought it for cheap on aliexpress apparently, so it probably doesn't even work right) and taunt the ghosts by saying things like, "show yourself ghouls!" or "what's your name and why do you haunt this place?" you'd cower behind him every time he started conversing with the ghosts, peeking over his shoulder to have a peek at the evp screen to check for any responses.

after what seemed like forever, you two would eventually leave the place. "man, ryan and shane make it look so easy," jisung huffs under his breath. all you can do is sigh in relief of not having to spend another second in that cursed place. "just be glad we made it out of there alive," you mutter.

ೇ 𑁦꒦꒷ felix

you are very proud of your pumpkin harvest this year. one of the best parts about returning to your hometown to see your parents at the end of each year is the opportunity to tend to your parents' vegetable farm. your favourite thing about halloween wasn't the dressing up or the spooky stories, but the annual local fair held in the town square – more specifically, the pumpkin contest. contestants had to grow their own pumpkins and present their best and biggest ones at the competition, where the owner of the best-looking pumpkin will leave with a trophy. it's a silly little competition for the sake of good holiday cheer, but you always had a green thumb, so this was the perfect occasion to do so (it's a bonus that you have always been insanely competitive).

there is a separate reason why you always looked forward to the pumpkin contest each year: felix. he lived somewhere around your neighbourhood and you vaguely remember the both of you attending the same high school just a few years ago, but you never really got to know him, you just knew of him. ever since your town council introduced the pumpkin contest at the local halloween fair however, you'd always see him competing alongside you and other residents. as the both of you saw each other more frequently each year, you'd begin to get to know each other after felix approached you last year.

"y/n, right?" he said after quietly walking up to your little booth, which had your gargantuan orange pumpkin placed neatly on the table. you were slightly taken aback by his introduction – you were always too shy to get to know him, so you never really expected him to do the same. you nod. "and you're... felix?" he smiles. "nice pumpkin you got there," he says shyly, nodding towards your harvest. you sheepishly thank him, and needless to say, a friendship began to bloom.

you began feeling differently about him this year. your assigned booths for the contest were just across from each other this time, and you couldn't help but sneak a few indulgent glances his way every now and then. he looked really cute in his (very clearly last minute) vampire costume, you think to yourself, as you dart your eyes up for one quick look, only to find him already staring at you. the both of you promptly look away and blush. could you be... something more than just pumpkin contest rivals?

ೇ 𑁦꒦꒷ seungmin

when chan asked if you were free on halloween night to fill in as a scarer at the local haunted house attraction this year, you were quick to say yes. you weren't usually one for intense halloween festivities, but you loved the idea of scaring kids and adults shitless while dressed as a gruesome zombie or something, so you were really looking forward to this year's halloween more than anything.

a couple hours into your shift, you spot a tall boy dressed as pororo strolling through the halls of the dingy makeshift scare zone with his friends. you thought he looked cute and innocent enough to seem as though he would spook easily, so you decided to pick on him more than you would the average visitor. but the moment you jumped out behind a prop to startle him, all he did was stand there with a blank expression on his face and stared at you. you were caught by surprise at the lack of a reaction from the boy, so you just kind of stood there for a few seconds while you stared at each other.

"y/n?"

"huh?" now you were concerned. who is he and how did he know your name? more importantly, how did he recognise you underneath all the special effects make-up and the costume?

"chan's friend, right? i'm seungmin, i think we went to high school together."

you still had no idea who he was, but you decide to play along to avoid any potential awkwardness if you had told the truth instead. "oh shit, yeah!" he smiles, and you catch yourself as you indulged yourself in a very fleeting thought about how adorable seungmin looked right now.

"anyways, good seeing you!" he chirped as he waved goodbye to proceed with the rest of the attraction, while his friends snickered as they caught up with him. you could almost hear one of them talking about how he had a crush on you in high school...? but of course, you couldn't be sure.

weirdly, about half an hour later, you see a familiar pororo-shaped silhouette come by your corner of the zone again. you knew it was seungmin and you got slightly nervous – as indicated by your increasingly rapid heart rate – but you decide to maintain your professionalism, only to have him react the same way he did on his first visit. it definitely was not on your contract to break character with the guests, but you couldn't help yourself. "back so soon?" you tease him. he nods, and flashes you a crooked smile again. you could get used to this. "kind of wanted to see you, actually," he shoves his hands in his pockets and shyly averts his gaze. the cued-in, atmospheric background noises of howling winds and rustling trees didn't exactly help to alleviate the somewhat awkward ambience between you two. he takes a deep breath. "do you... want to go out sometime?" he blurts out.

"kind of weird that you're asking me in the middle of a haunted house. not to mention the fact that i look like i just got run over," you chuckle.

"i know. but i didn't really know how else to ask you out," seungmin looks down and fidgets with his fingers. his ears felt hot. "plus, you look pretty regardless. so... will you?"

"of course i will."

ೇ 𑁦꒦꒷ jeongin

since it was your first halloween in your new shared home together, jeongin proposed a few weeks before halloween that you two carve pumpkins together in preparation for the spooky season. you happily said yes, although you didn't exactly tell him that you have never carved a pumpkin in your life. how could you, when he looked so ecstatic about carrying out a classic halloween tradition with you?

fast forward to the night before halloween. the both of you are sitting on a picnic mat scrawled out on your yard, with four pumpkins placed around the two of you as you struggled to carve your first pumpkin. you were pretty much just violently stabbing the poor squash so hard there were bits of pumpkin flesh just spewing all over you and jeongin, and he couldn't help but pause to watch you and laugh.

"it's called 'carving a pumpkin', y/n," he teased you between little giggles. you tossed the knife aside and slumped your shoulders in defeat as you pouted at him. "not 'brutal pumpkin murder'. show some decorum and seasonal goodwill, will you?"

"i'm trying!" you exclaim, as he reached over to cup your cheeks, squeezing them slightly. he has always loved your cheeks. "i've never done this before, so..."

"aw... my baby needs help with their wittle pumpkins?" you nod slowly, lips downturned in an even bigger pout as you flash him the puppy eyes you knew he couldn't resist. you leaned in to kiss you – he kind of tasted a bit like pumpkin; he must have snuck in a few bites. "c'mere, let me give you a hand."

he got up from his spot on the mat across you and settled himself behind you, before wrapping his arms around your figure and taking the knife and slotted them in your grasp, before grabbing your hand and proceeding to help you carve out the classic facial features of the squash. he'd occasionally pepper little kisses on your head, jaw and cheeks as he did so. he'd even tease you a little bit here and there – "this kind of looks like you!" he says once you're done, but the pumpkin pretty much looked like the doodlebob version of what a halloween pumpkin is supposed to look like.

although the end result of your own pumpkins looked slightly more... dishevelled (to put it nicely) than jeongin's neatly carved ones, you were still proud that yours at least looked as coherent as they did for your first time. as soon as you were done, the both of you placed them on your porch by your front door, ready for the next day's festivities.

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Guitar Man | Steve Binder x fem!reader

It’s love at first sight when your childhood friend Elvis asks you to be a part of his comeback special. But there’s no way Steve Binder, director extraordinaire, feels the same way… right?

Request from @love-munson

a/n: thank you so much for the request darling!! I absolutely loved writing this, and I look forward to writing more for Steve in the future!

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: a couple swear words, a Mean Girl™, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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Being a dancer who was childhood friends with Elvis Presley and still kept in touch with him to this day definitely had its perks.

Like, for example, when Elvis called you up and hired you and several of your fellow dancers to be in an NBC special he was filming.

Your jaw drops. “You’re serious? You want us to be in your special?” You were from a fairly small studio, surely there were some larger, more experienced groups he could have asked.

“Of course, Y/N,” he laughs, “I know you’re good, and I know your friends are too. Plus it’ll give us a chance to hang out a bit. I know we haven’t gotten to see each other a whole lot recently, and I’d like to fix that.”

“I’d really like that, Elvis. I’ll let the other girls know. Thank you so, so much,” you beam, “Oh, and just be prepared? They’re all really big fans.”

“I’m always prepared, Y/N, don’t you worry.” He replies, and you can hear the smug grin in his voice.

“Alright, when should we expect to see you and your ego?” you tease

“Steve and Bones wanna do a pre-rehearsal meeting next Saturday, is that alright?”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds perfect! I’ll make sure everyone’s there.”

Your friends and fellow dancers are, understandably, ecstatic at the idea of dancing in Elvis Presley’s special, and one of the girls jokingly comes up with a pact that if this happens to lead to one of the girls’ big breaks, the six of you will support each other no matter what. You all eagerly agree, with one glaring exception: Marie.

The snooty blonde simply rolls her eyes, scoffing “If it’s going to be anyone's big break, it’s gonna be mine, and I promise I won’t need you all when I’m at a studio that actually appreciates my talent.” She throws a pointed glare your way. The mood ruined, the rest of the girls go to pack up their things. They mumble amongst themselves, used to Marie’s moods by now. You sigh as you collect your belongings. You and Marie have been unofficial rivals since the beginning of your career at the studio, where the two of you were neck and neck competing for a lead spot until your director picked you for the position. You were shocked and honored, as you had been sure that Marie was going to get it, but leaving Marie in second place had carved a rift in your previously somewhat-friendly relationship that you had never been able to fix.

A week later, your group is set up in a hotel that Elvis picked out for you, and the girls are chatting excitedly— all but one. Marie had already found several “problems” with the hotel, and rather than being practically giddy about this opportunity you all had, she was almost detached, as if this was simply something she deserved. You take a deep breath and try to ignore her as you set out for the studio.

The gaggle of girls, with Marie cooly leading the charge, enters the studio. You slink to the back to quickly comfort Lucy, a fairly new addition, who suddenly looks very nervous.

“Hey, there they are!” You hear Elvis cheerfully proclaim, no doubt recognizing some of the girls in the group. You give Lucy’s hand one last squeeze and step in front of Marie to greet your friend. You ignore her glare burning into the back of your head as you pull Elvis into a hug, “It’s good to see you, thank you so much for this.”

He smiles as you step away, looking from you to your girls, ��No, it’s really me who should be thanking y’all. I’m excited to see what we do together. Now,” he claps his hands, all business, and turns back to the table set up, where there are two other men sitting and waiting.

“This is Steve Binder,” Elvis says, gesturing to the man with neat brown hair, an ascot tied around his neck, and the prettiest blue eyes you’d ever seen in a man, “and this is Bones Howe,” he gestures to a man with darker hair and round glasses, “These fine gentlemen are the directors and producers of the show, really the masterminds behind it.”

This is clearly a cue for them to speak, but there’s only silence, and Steve is… staring at you? You flush, hoping you don’t have something on your face. Eventually Bones takes the lead, explaining their ideas for the special while Steve pulls himself back to reality.

They take time to answer any questions you all have, and the conversation concludes. The other girls leave the room giddy as can be, while Elvis pulls you aside, leading you over to Bones and Steve.

“Boys, this is Y/N, a very dear friend of mine,” he says, “I know I’ve already told you about her—” at that you shoot him a questioning glance, but he ignores you, continuing “— but I wanted you to meet her personally.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Bones says, reaching out for a handshake.

“We’ve, uh, heard a lot about you,” Steve says with a smile.

“All good things, I hope?” you reply, shooting a teasing glance over at Elvis.

“All fantastic things,” Steve assures you as you shake his hand, and you may just be imagining things, but it seems like his hand lingers in yours for just a little longer than normal. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and your face flushes at the genuine compliment.

The four of you make small talk for a bit before Steve and Bones have to leave, presumably working out more behind-the-scenes stuff for the special.

Elvis gives you a knowing smile as the two of you exit the studio together.

“What?”

His smile widens, “Nothin’, just… you and Steve sure seemed to hit it off.”

You feel your face heat up. “Yeah, he was nice,” you shrug.

“Aw c’mon, Y/N,” Elvis nudges your shoulder, “I’ve known you for too long, you can’t hide a crush from me. Don’t worry, Steve’s good people.”

“I just met him, Elvis, he definitely doesn’t like me like that,” you reply, no longer bothering to deny it.

“You never know. I’d be happy to talk you up, if you like.”

“Sounds like you already did that,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? I can’t brag about my friend?”

“Well, I never said that.”

“Y’know, I’m sure I won’t even need to talk you up,” he says as you finally approach your respective cars, “He’s gonna see for himself how amazing you are during rehearsals.” His tone turns a touch more sincere, “Seriously, Y/N, I really appreciate you bein’ here. I’m so excited for this.”

You smile at the gleam in his eyes, “Well, thank you for calling. I’m really excited, too. I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“See ya tomorrow. Steve’ll be there, too!” he calls cheerfully as the purple Cadillac pulls out of the lot.

You sigh to yourself as you start the drive back to your hotel. He’s going to be absolutely insufferable about this.

“So, Y/N,” Marie sidles up to you during a break in rehearsals, the other girls crowding around you, “how long have you known Elvis?”

“Oh, um… we’ve been friends since we were kids, grew up together in Memphis,” you explain cautiously. Marie had never shown an interest in your life, what was she up to now?

“Hm, I see. You must’ve had an enormous crush on him, right? I mean, I know I would’ve,” she says with a smirk, eyes glittering with barely-hidden malice.

“No, actually,” you correct her cooly, “He’s more like a big brother to me. Been that way all our lives.”

“Oh,” her smirk falls, “whatever, then.” She turns and walks away, as if that piece of information just ruined whatever game she was playing.

Before you can wonder just what she’s up to, the girls begin clamoring for more information about what it was like growing up with the Elvis Presley, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

Steve comes down from the control room more and more during rehearsals, claiming that being down on the studio floor will help him figure out good vantage points for the cameras. You try to avoid engaging him in conversation, not wanting to distract him, but somehow he always ends up near you during breaks. Not that you’re complaining, of course.

You fail to notice Marie watching you like a hawk as the two of you chat over the course of rehearsals.

During one such break, you decide to bring up the fact that rehearsals have been going on for nearly two weeks, and he’s been down on the studio floor for your performances for nearly half of that time. “Is it really that different from when you’re up in the control room?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, the view is much better down here,” he says with a small smile, and you could swear his eyes rake up and down your body for just a split second before he adds, “uh, for placing the cameras, I mean.”

You feel your face heat up, and you hope it isn’t too noticeable. There’s no way he’s flirting right now, right? Before you can respond, your choreographer, Lance, calls everyone back, leaving you to push all thoughts of Steve to the back of your mind.

At the end of rehearsal, Steve calls you and Elvis over.

“So, we wanna try to get some extra shots, for promotions, lighting tests, etcetera,” he explains, “it’s gonna be mostly one-on-one shots, I figured the two of you would be the most comfortable with that versus one of the other girls.”

“Sounds good,” Elvis says as you nod your agreement.

It turns out the shots Steve needs are some of the more… flirtatious ones, which you recognize from the Guitar Man sequence you’ve been working on.

Steve, to your surprise, stays on the studio floor rather than going back up to the control room. As you go through the motions— Elvis standing just behind you, your heads turned so your noses are almost touching, his hands resting on your hips; teasingly pushing him down into a chair, your prop fan in his face— you happen to glance over at Steve, and… you’re sure it’s your imagination, but you could swear you catch a glimmer of— is that jealousy?— in his eyes.

A crew member comes up to touch up yours and Elvis’s makeup, but he stops them as he sees the clock.

“Hey, Steve, I’ve gotta get going,” he says apologetically, “I promised I’d meet Cilla for dinner, but you guys can keep goin’ without me right? Just… go through the motions or somethin’. See how it looks in the lighting and whatnot.” He shoots you a quick wink, mouthing have fun as he scoots out the door, leaving just you and Steve, plus a couple of crew members in the studio.

“I mean, we do kinda need these shots so we can adjust the lighting properly,” Steve says hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.

“I wouldn’t mind walking you through some of the moves, if you’re comfortable with that?” you suggest softly, doing your best to sound like your heart isn’t racing at the thought of Steve taking Elvis’s place.

“Sure,” he agrees, “uh, where do we start?”

He steps onto the tiled floor and you walk him through some of the tamer moves before one of the crew speaks up.

“Hey, we’re gonna need you guys to do some of the uh… closer ones?”

There’s only one part of the routine that comes to mind, and your face flushes. You nod, “Okay,” and turn to Steve. “Are you… comfortable with that?”

“Sure, yeah.” he nods.

“Okay, so,” you clear your throat, doing your best to appear professional, “for this one you're gonna stand behind me.”

“Like this?” He moves so he’s standing about a foot away from you.”

“Uh, a little closer.”

He steps forward so his chest is just barely brushing your left shoulder, “This better?”

You hum an affirmation, taking a deep breath to calm yourself at his sudden proximity and instead breathing in his cologne, which only makes your heart race even faster. Be professional, you scold yourself.

“Now you’ll, um, put your hands on my hips.”

“Alright.” His hands land on your waist.

“Um, a little lower.”

You pray he doesn’t notice how your breath hitches as his hands slide down to your hips, and his breath hits your cheek as he says softly “Here?”

“Y-yeah,” you exhale, “now, uh, you just turn your head towards me and—“

Your breath catches as you turn to find him staring at you, his nose just barely brushing yours. Your eyes, as if on instinct, flick down to his lips then back to his eyes, only to find him staring at a spot below your eyes. The two of you stay frozen in that moment, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly very dry lips before you whisper, “I, uh, I think they’ve got what they need.”

“Yeah,” Steve replies distractedly before seeming to snap back to reality, “Y-Yeah! Right,” he says, releasing you and taking a step back.

You feel the emptiness of the space he once occupied next to you, and your heart slowly sinks as he stammers, “I should, uh, get back up there,” he gestures to the control room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

You nod, forcing a smile on your face as you wave goodbye, “See you tomorrow.”

Your hand drifts to where his hand laid on your hip, a weak semblance of the way he held you, before you shake yourself, heading towards the dressing room to get out of your skimpy pink outfit. Be professional.

You’ve been fairly successful in hiding your feelings for Steve since then, but everything changes the day you’re finally filming the Guitar Man sequence.

Lance calls for a break and you slide off to the side for a sip of water. The smirk on your face at the sight of your friends crowding Elvis for the moment turns into a surprised smile when you see Steve standing nearby. He was usually up in the control room during filming, what was he doing down here?

You don’t notice Marie’s eyes locked on you as she saunters over to Elvis.

“So…” she begins, squeezing onto the small bench with him where he had just grabbed a Pepsi and sat down, “Is Steve single? Because I really feel like we’d be perfect for each other.”

Elvis chuckles politely. “I’m not quite sure you’re his type, darlin’,” he says, his eyes flicking over to you for the briefest of moments.

Brief, but not brief enough for Marie to miss it. She stands up again, hiding a smirk. “Well, never hurts to try,” she singsongs as she walks away.

You’ve finally worked up the courage to approach Steve but just as you smooth down the pink miniskirt serving as your costume and start to walk over to him, Marie saunters over.

Now, an ordinary observer would’ve seen how Steve tensed up when Marie placed her hand on his arm, standing much closer to him than most would deem necessary, and the way he seemed to look around for help as he engaged her in a stiff conversation.

You, however, only saw the smug look Marie threw your way as she flirted with the man you were head over heels for.

That look was all it took for the courage you worked up to come crumbling down. You slip past your friends, making an excuse about needing some air, and out the back door, where you collapse against the rough brick exterior of the studio.

You feel pressure building behind your eyes and force the tears back, taking a deep breath in and out. You had known it was silly to hope that he would ever have feelings for you beyond platonic but Marie… you certainly hadn’t imagined her being his type, but based on what you had seen, you couldn’t really blame him. Wasn’t a tall, willowy blonde what every man wanted?

Your wallowing is interrupted by the sound of the back door opening, and you look up to see Steve approaching you, a worried look on his face.

“Sorry, I would've been out here sooner but Marie sure does like to talk,” he jokes, an attempt to lighten the mood, “I saw you slip out, are you okay?

“I’m fine,” you try to assure him around the lump still present in your throat, “Don’t worry about me,” you add with a tight smile, “go on back to Marie, I’m sure she’s wondering where you went.”

He frowns as you’re unable to hide the bitterness in your voice. “You know I don’t really, uh, like talking to her, right? I much prefer talking to you,” he says, his eyes soft.

Your heart flutters at the compliment, “You do?”

“Of course,” he laughs, “Why do you think I always ended up next to you during rehearsals?”

You process his words for a moment; he prefers you over Marie?

“I like talking to you, too,” you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“So, uh,” he turns to face you, leaning against the brick wall, “what made you run out here?” he asks, concern clear in his voice.

You shake your head, “It’s nothing, really,” you insist.

“Now I know that’s a lie,” he raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have to tell me, but I wanna help if I can,” he adds softly.

You can’t find it in you to lie to his face, and the words come tumbling out, “I saw you with Marie, and I hated it. She was only flirting with you to get under my skin, I know it, but then it didn’t seem like you were discouraging it or anything and that hurt so much because—“

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you stop yourself before you completely ruin the friendship you’ve built.

But Steve isn’t having any of that. “Because…?”

Well, no going back now. “Because… I really, really like you,” you finally whisper, keeping your eyes on the ground to avoid seeing his reaction.

There’s a pause, and your heart crumbles before two fingers come up under your chin to gently tilt your head up. Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, and you hear a whisper of “I really, really like you, too,” before his lips meet yours and your mind is void of everything but him: the softness of his lips on yours, one hand cradling your face as the other gently grips your hip, pulling you close, your hands finding purchase in the lapels of his suede jacket.

He pulls away much too soon for your liking, and it takes you a good few seconds to blink back to reality as you’re greeted by the sight of Steve giving you a shy smile, the hand that was cupping your face now resting at your waist.

“You kissed me,” you say oh-so-cleverly, your mind scrambling to process the event that had just occurred.

“Yeah,” he laughs shyly, “I hope that wasn’t too much?”

You shake your head, “No, that was… that was perfect.” you beam, moving to smooth out the lapels that you had had in a death grip.

“Good, because I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day of rehearsals,” he admits with a laugh that’s absolutely adorable, and you’re about to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss when the back door swings open once more.

You freeze as you hear, “Steve, is everything okay out here, people are wonderin’ wh—“

Elvis cuts off at the sight of the two of you, “Oh. Well it’s about time, you two! Take your time, don’t worry.” He turns, yelling to the rest of the studio something about an extended break.

You and Steve collapse into giggles as the door closes, feeling like teenagers who just got caught by their parents.

“Hey,” Steve says as the two of you calm down, “are you free on Saturday? I’d… I’d really like to take you out on a date,” he chuckles.

“I’d love that,” you smile, “There’s this Italian place near the hotel that I’ve been meaning to try?” you suggest.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up at 6?”

“I’ll be waiting,” you beam, and you can’t resist giving him one last peck on the lips before the two of you head back inside, your heart much lighter than it was before.

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