#also why did we have to start with zac? we didn’t even get to know the mermaids and their pod first not just two minutes then they leave

[papayafiles]

watch drive to survive with me, a lando fan with absolutely zero chill, season 6 episode 3 edition:

(this got so long it literally exceeded tumblr's character limit, which i did not know existed until now, so i'm splitting it into two parts and posting it anyway because what is a tumblr blog for if not dramatic unhinged public breakdowns!)

it hasn't even started and i'm already Losing My Mind

"the brand cries out for more performance" with angsty heavy music... i forgot how dramatic drive to survive was. the music really enhances the stakes here.

"we did go backwards last year. no denying" cut to daniel struggling at the back 😭 he's not even in the team anymore and he's still catching strays. drive to survive editors have zero chill.

dramatic conversation between zac brown and a mclaren exec about how poorly things are giong... cut straight to lando walking into his interview with rice cakes smiling and giggling. I LOVE HIM.

the squeal of excitement that came out of my mouth at his VERY FIRST line (it's one word: "wow". wow indeed lando norris. you. yes. wow. i need to stop)

producer: "did you break it?" lando: *instantly looks concerned and checks*

LMAO not oscar waving his arms in front of the mtc double doors trying to motion sensor them open... only to fail epically 😭 dork (affectionate)

LANDOSCAR <3

oscar arriving late to the first mclaren team meeting and immediately thinking to ask his guide if lando's arrived yet vs lando making a point of pointing out that he beat oscar there 😭 idiots

lando watching oscar walk into the room for the first time with a contemplative expression… what are you thinking in that beautiful curly head of yours

oscar, doing an official interview about mclaren f1 vs lando, in the corner, eyeing him up and down: oscar’s quite tall, huh? he doesn’t look tall, but he is. he’s also like 15.

trademark dts beat drop after will buxton finishes dramatically chatting shit oh i've missed this

lando face scrunch count: 1

oh no we’re doing bahrain

i didn’t watch bahrain live so i didn’t know it was this bad 😭 wdym 25-30 second long fifth stop of the race my god

“red bull DOMINATES bahrain” yeah yeah shut up

claire williams??? what is she doing here

lando looking distraught cut the cameras i can’t do this 😭

“is it too soon to call it a crisis?” f1 journalists have zero chill (derogatory)

mclaren were DEAD LAST?? i was not aware

not christian horner again 😭 leave lando ALONE! he doesn’t want you!! netflix pls stop exploiting cute norstappen clips for your rbr lando agenda i do NOT endorse this

christian horner saying lando would fit really well in the red bull environment…………… in WHAT world

i’m so interested in seeing how conversations with pr managers go… like this is so fun to see them go through the bullet points of what topics journalists might ask and the ~vibe~ they want to be giving in their responses

…okay netflix i REALLY feel like you’re taking clips out of context and splicing them together to form a narrative here. and i get that that’s your whole job. but i think i also get why lando signed that renewal so early now 😭 warding off dts bullshit before it can even start to hit

“we’re so slow on the straight” dipping to a whisper like a confession he didn’t mean to slip out… glance up then back down again… i see you storytellers weaving the narrative. i see you. i get it. you really don't need to keep going

okay i know lando and zak are having a very serious conversation in this scene but also. lando in golf clothes. arms. AND legs. bronze tanned smooth skin... i’m not even thirsting here i’m just pointing out OBJECTIVE facts that are possibly maybe a little bit distracting me from… whatever they're talking about

“i’ll do my best, as always” ❤️ he always does

will buxton shut UP

why are they spending so much time on miami... they weren’t even good there… we’re getting more angst aren’t we.

ohh i forgot how pretty the red bull miami liveries were

nevermind they’re showing max lapping the mclarens. no longer pretty. fuck that livery actually

lando sounds so depressed on the radio i’m going through it 😭

did he really say haha. LOL. :/ on the radio 😭😭😭

“i’m not suggesting it may look bad. i’m suggesting it is bad”

lando saying "fucking hell" on the radio count: 2

okay do we really need another montage of team principals ragging on mclaren. we get it! you want him! he has a line of admirers a mile long! move on!!

NORRUSSEL CONTENT

according to george there are drivers who drink during normal race weekends?? lando throwing up his hands as the camera points toward him like not me! (i can't tell if george is joking but that sounds crazy to me? i bet it's either a really depressed backmarker or max after winning the wdc on a saturday)

not george calling the mclarens horrendous 😭 have some mercy

……………………………………...........

NETFLIX—

cut the cameras.

NETFLIX WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME

the way i'm actually in tears 😭 i'm so fragile right now do not talk to me

"this is the worst start to any season i've ever had. i want to be the best driver there is in formula 1. that's why i started my whole journey" THEN THEY CUT TO HIM IN A GO-KART??? A MONTAGE SEQUENCE???

they really edited together a mini montage of lando's whole journey including interview clips of him as a young child then put a voiceover of his tiny baby voice saying "i need to be stronger and not make so many mistakes" over video footage of adult lando looking depressed out the plane window and expected me to just be okay after that.

then they go straight into a montage of zak brown and lando's history together going way back ("first time i met lando, he was a small 14 year old ... he was very shy, as you'd expect a 14 year old... he was very fast.") cutting between old photos of them together pre-f1 with emotional music ("i think the first time he drove a racecar it was probably mine") oh! okay then!!

"i would love to create the story and finish the story and everything with mclaren. i really would love that." EVERYTHING HURTS

why does watching this episode make me feel like he's going to leave mclaren when i KNOW he just signed a contract extension? the magic of mood-setting background music and splicing clips together

zak brown meeting with all the sponsors... he is a stronger man than me. i would be freaking out in his position. it's also insane how much is riding on literal sports results from a corporation/business perspective? like the amount of pressure on f1 drivers to deliver is wild and here we are giggling at our silly clown sport and its silly circus events

oh claire williams shut up

(you don't even have a job in f1 anymore why are you still HERE)

[chlodoll]

i was just trying something here and the week is now over (this was also getting longer than expected)

random thoughts of the week 😮‍💨

that song from north west is so catchy i can’t lie! it’s your bestie ~ miss miss westie ~~~

tiktok shop is really ruining the experience on there

andrew and emma broke up over a decade ago .. please get it together stop the lala land edits i beg

idk if those summer fridays lip balms are worth $24

i need to start watching sports these men are always fighting

selena selena selener… oh girl hahahaha

are kids really in 8th grade unable to spell their own names? what is going on?

still hate a man with a podcast mic

i really have no memory of fantasia and jennifer hudson being on the same season of american idol… i thought they were on different ones? you mean jennifer wasn’t a winner but won in the end?! oh i know that’s right!!

i’m actually shocked kylie didn’t walk the carpet at a wonka premiere yet she was there for most of them?

pardi is 40??? he has a kid???????

they did WHAT in the senate hearing room!!!!

suki still has that photo up on twitter cropping nabiyah out? oh she’s a nasty one and stands by it

and fuck south korea for not giving bts that exemption! giving it to people for playing fucking video games! are they insane?!

ariana needs to just rest and revamp rem beauty OR let it go

both of those rings are hideous

the day james gunn stops coming online and fact checking every damn thing is the day i know peace

these white boys of the month are more in the gutter each time. bring back the heartthrob!

seeing those pics of emma stone from behind with that long black hair for poor things is actually the thing convincing me to watch. idk what it’s about otherwise but that hair!

i never really felt deeply about veneers but zendaya should never get them. she has to keep the toof

it’s been time to recast kang

i really do love the bow trend. that one is really cute

i just want zac efron to be happy

how are they mad at people keeping up with tz and call us weirdos who only like tom and don’t like z when they get majority of their z news from here… if we didn’t like her how does that work? if they really thought we were the weirdos why are they here too?

book authors making fake accounts to leave 1 star reviews? on goodreads? wtf

i would love for meghan and megan to meet

i’m shocked people like the movie the holiday so much. even more that people loved the jack and kate relationship. i must’ve tuned them out each time i watched cause i have no idea how they happened

bridergton will be cancelled before they get to all those love stories. they gotta start doubling up. and shouldn’t have changed the order

drake and camilla cabello? please be serious!

why are they even releasing aquaman in theaters?

sydney sweeney is suddenly styled incredibly well

where is simone ashley casting news

the 9 month cruise on a boat from 2003 sounds like a bad idea

who was that white man who instantly became more attractive saying that grown woman by beyoncé was his favorite song by her?

when are they announcing spider man 4?

what did charles say to get them to totally ruin the crown? they were on his neck before. claire foy didn’t work her ass off for them to end the show like that

my reading goal is going to be 40 next year i’m over this

[xhudgenssistersconfessions]

Okay sooooo.. hear me out. here’s what we believe from the article  -

The OG 3 are not returning :( sigh.

And as we know, the factss are

1) The east high pix were taken way before hsmtmts s4 even began filming. As Tim said in an interview ages ago that V and Z “weren’t on the hsmtmts payroll” at that time but it felt very fate-like as they went ahead with the plot of season 4 being a reunion etc etc and that he then begun “actively persuing Z and V” for s4. I’m 100% sure that Zac was in Utah with Kodiak pancakes and the team/him made a lil pit stop just for funsies. and as V said in another interview she went by herself for a lil nostalgia cause she was there for a bball game.

HOWEVER take a trip down my wormhole for one sec…

They pick their words VERY carefully with the press.

“Ashley called me personally and was so lovely. She’s very busy launching brands and it just wasn’t the right timing,” Federle said. “And I got the feeling with Zac and Vanessa, who I don’t know personally but I’m a fan, reading the tea leaves, that by the time you get into negotiating what this would take, we’re gonna wrap and the show will be over.”

We for sure gather from here that Ashley won’t be in it and it wasn’t the right timing.

However, with Zac and Van he didn’t explicitly say no. It’s heavily implied that he must have spoken to their teams probably and they didn’t say noooo but the whole ordeal of them actually doing it would not have been possible with their other commitments. i mean, we are racking our brains here trying to figure out when they could’ve done it?? because FOR SURE both of them have been traveling like CRAZYYYY. like half the time we don’t even know how van gets from point a to b. like it’s INSANE. same with Zac like he’s here, then he pops up somewhere else like it’s wild. 

BUT he did say while he’s a fan he’s never MET them… hmmmm. could they have recorded something….?? (it’s giving 2016, 10 year reunion vibes with Zac). Still wouldn’t mean tim directly SPOKE to them/knows them etc but maybe there was a MOMENT with one of the cast?? like a quick phone call or smth idk.

Now, the ONLY things i don’t understand:

1) Why sweet, innocent Dylan got us hyped with his cryptic lil smiley on E news. Do we think maybe he knew zac had van had been approached (maybe he encouraged zac to do the cameo) but then alas, everyone’s schedules didn’t match up.

2) Why would they publish this article BEFORE the season drops. like… it doesn’t make sense strategically like - keep us guessing till the end. i mean sure we’ll be sad but i mean publicity wise josh and sofia are doing a better job lol being all cryptic like oo we can’t say who our favourite OG is hehe. And is it possible Tim would lie? to throw us off? idk. he hasn’t really done that b4 - i think he’s being pretty truthful.

3) THE FOLLOW. ?????? Although… i’m secretly not mad at the follow if it was for smth else / just reconnecting after a long time and NOT the show :)

4) WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT DEUXMOI BLIND. The AOL references (early 2000s stars for sure. Re:Union = reunion duh. SIX = the OG six. “something new” aka the start of something new. And decades old fandom is our old geriatric fandom ass LOL). the fact that it came up on aug 4 too… the same time the tim article came up. now, i’d think it was zoey 101 stuff but that was in july… and we’ve known about that movie for ages so….. EEEEEE FINGERS CROSSED???? IDK !

Also what about kenny? I wonder if he’s going to show up at any point??

Either way we’ll get more answers on August 9 lol.

#answered #submission

[purplesurveys]

1691

Would you rather have another job?  I’m fine where I am now and the career field is something I want to continue be in; but I mean yeah, I’m not gonna lie to you, scenario-wise it’d be cool to experience something new. Like working on the brand side for once (I work in an agency), or even be relocated to another country altogether. Relocation is a dream, but I feel like there’s still lots to accomplish here. I don’t feel like I deserve that big a win just yet.

Did you ever live in a house with more than one story?  I currently am. It was my childhood home that didn’t have more than one story.

What room of your home do you spend most time in?  This is a no-brainer – my room. I work from home here, so that’s already automatically 8 hours of my day in my room.

Is your second toe longer than your big toe?  Just a little bit.

Have you ever given yourself a tattoo?  No and I don’t think I could ever do that. I can’t even put eye drops on my own without squirming.

Do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother?  No. I do own tops that are on the revealing side and have already gotten a fair share of earfuls from my mom in the past, but those sermons haven’t fazed me in years.

Do you have health insurance?  Yes.

What are some medical issues you’re currently dealing with?  Scoliosis is an everyday thing I deal with, but other than that I’m fine.

Why did you last take pain medication?  Headache.

What physical traits have you inherited from your father?  My eyes, I think? Idk my face is generally a very hazy blend of my mom’s and dad’s and I can never tell which physical traits I got from either.

How about your mother?  ^ ...Yeah.

What personality traits do you wish your children would inherit from you? To care about political and social issues, to be curious about the world, and to be bold and vocal such that they are confident in standing up for themselves.

What parts of the world are your ancestors from?  Probably just the Philippines. I doubt I have any ounce of Spanish blood in me.

Have you ever had a strange pet, outside of the normal animals people keep?  Nah, we’ve only had dogs, a cat, rabbit, birds, and goldfish.

Do you believe in astrology?  Couldn’t make me a billionaire to make me start biting into that crap.

Do you drive an electric car?  I don’t. There’s no, like, market for it either here. You’d waste your money on a Tesla because it’s not like charger stations for e-vehicles are readily available.

What are your opinions on global warming?  I think it’s too late for us to do anything about it - this planet is fucked regardless of any changes we make. < I am pessimistic about it too, yes.

Do you like facial hair on guys or do you prefer the clean shaven look?  I don’t have a preference mainly because to me facial hair is a hit or miss. It can look good, but it can also look gross.

Who was your first celebrity crush?  Zac Efron and Ashley Tisdale from High School Musical.

Are you good with kids?  I was great with them as a teenager but I’m not sure how I hold up now. I have no way of knowing either – I am rarely around kids, haha.

Are you usually late, early, or right on time?  Right on time, or a few minutes late at worst. Pre-pandemic Robyn who was obsessed with making it an hour early to things would be horrified to learn the latter. But I dunno, going through the pandemic and the other rough bullshit in between...changes your outlook in life. I try not to get hyperfixated about time now, among many many many other things.

Are you good at applying makeup?  I don’t care for it and I know I would be horrible at it, especally if I attempted to do any blendy blendy contoury stuff that’s trending. I stick to foundation and concealer, which is hard to fuck up.

Do you like pastel colored hair?  I find it okay, but I would personally never get it for myself. Too light.

What do you think about the most?  Work – the next event, the next time I have to go overtime, the next deck I have to finish, the next Word doc I have to whip up from scratch. I’ve been  obsessively trying to break the habit because I’m finally coming around to the fact that work is not everything, but at this point I’ll say that work and worrying about work still eats up most of the space in my head.

Do you like to see it snowing outside?  It doesn’t snow where I live.

Do you have your national flag hanging up anywhere outside your house?  No, that’s not practiced here but I’ve seen it done in other countries. Patriotism to that level is quite fascinating to me.

Have you ever been in a choir?  Not particularly but whenever we had mass in school the batches would always get divided into main and second voices so that the whole student body acted like a choir.

Do you look older or younger than you actually are?  Younger. I always get checked if I’m not a minor...

When is the next time you’ll be up on stage?  No idea.

Where did you spend your last birthday at?  It was at home! It happened to be a holiday so I just gathered my friends at my place for dinner. D-DAY and Yoongi’s Disney+ documentary also came out that day so we just had a little listening party and watch parties for Haegeum and the docu as well.

What was the last show that you watched a full episode of?  I’m not so sure...maybe Friends? I can tell you the last full vlog I watched though was Smosh’s.

Is there anything you need to work on doing soon?  Not anymore. I had weekend work I wanted to get done to lessen my load for tomorrow, but I already did that earlier today.

Were you ever a boy or girl scout?  Nope.

Do you take your medications in the morning or at night?  I don’t take any.

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch?  Nah. Most of my favorites are foreigners and it’s so hard and expensive to get their merch shipped all the way here, anyway. The most I’ve done for YouTubers are attend YTFF 2015 and purchase a membership tier for Smosh.

What is the best type of donut?  I like any kind of donut as long as it is not the filled kind. I never got the appeal of those.

Do you like thrift stores?  They’re fine! I’ll stop by if I see something I like. I used to snob them but when I saw how nice the offers can be, I began frequenting them.

What is your town known for?  Pilgrimages and giving you an awesome view of the Metro Manila skyline.

Have you ever used a fake name at Starbucks?  Yeah maybe once or twice as a teenager; it’s not something I think of doing when I’m at Starbucks.

What color is your lava lamp?  I never had one of those. I wanted one when I was younger, but it was seen as an unnecessary expense.

Who is your favorite Lisa Frank character?  I never had any Lisa Frank thing.

What’s your favorite movie that you remember seeing in the theater?  Some Stuart Little movie.

Do you know anyone who has ten cats?  I don’t think so. Have you ever had a cat?  Yes, we adopted Arlee and had her for a few years.

Have you ever had a dog?  We have had three – Kimi, and at present Cooper and Agi.

Have you ever any other kind of animal?  We used to have goldfish, chicks, lovebirds, and a rabbit.

Have you ever had a pet rock?  No.

What were you voted in the senior class polls?  We don’t have that tradition.

Who was your favorite teacher in high school?  My music teacher. Hated the class, loved her.

Do you want to give your kids common names or unique names?  In a hypothetical world where I have kids, common. I know what it’s like to have an ever-so-slightly-not-so-common name – I lived through it – and kids were already brutal at that point.

What collection are you thinking of starting?  No new ones; I just want to keep my BTS collection growing.

What are five of your favorite stores at the mall?  I don’t go to malls for the stores, tbh. I always just head to a café or restaurant – occasionally I’ll visit a bookstore but rarely to actually buy anything.

Do you organize your clothes by color?  Nope, I don’t group my clothes a certain way.

What do you want to name your first child?  Mia, Emilia, Isla, and Charlotte have been my favorites as of late.

List ten favorite girls names.  ^ Those four, and also Isabella, Ava, Arden, Elizabeth, Harper, and Lily. Ooh Elliott, Inez/Ines, and Dylan are also beautful.

List ten favorite boys names.  Liam, Mason, Seth, Noah, Jacob, Lucas, Ezra, Matteo, Gabriel, Rocco. I don’t have a lot of favorite boys’ names so I struggled with this one actually hahaha.

What season do you want to get married in?  We don’t have seasons; but October-November or January-February seem ideal so that the weather is a little forgiving. Purposely blocked out December because people aren’t likely to RSVP given the Christmas season haha.

Is your Pinterest cluttered?  No. I never use Pinterest beyond looking for pegs for work, and I never curate my feed or create folders or anything like that.

What is your favorite insect?  I don’t have any.

What bugs scare you?  Most of them, if not all.

Who picked your name, your mom or your dad?  Dad picked the first, mom picked the second. So they’ve told me.

What are your siblings’ names?  Nina, Joaquin.

Have you ever fallen asleep in a significant other's arms?  Sure.

Do you have a television in your room? If you do, is it one of the old school big ones? Or i it a new flat screen?  I do. It’s a flatscreen but not a new model; we’ve had it since 2008.

What was your favorite cartoon or television show as a child? What about movie?  Spongebob was my favorite show; Toy Story and Lizzie McGuire were my favorite movies.

Did you have sleepovers at your friends' houses a lot as a child? Or did your friends come over to your house more often?  I wasn’t allowed to join sleepovers and I didn’t have enough friends to host my own, either. My first proper sleepover was in third year of high school.

Do you have any significantly older siblings?  Nope, I’m the eldest and our gaps aren’t too wide; with my sister it’s 2 years, with my brother it’s 5.

When opening presents on Christmas or birthdays, do you first try to guess what is in the package? Do you tear the wrap off slowly, or just rip it to shreds? Are you polite no matter what the gift, and say you love it anyways?  1) I never guess; we all have vague ideas of one another and our interests anyway and if I were to guess I’d 100% be wrong all the time; 2) I immediately rip it; 3) Yes. Well I always legitimately appreciate whatever is given to me, so faking my reactions is a non-issue. A gift is a gift and if someone had taken their time to think of what to get me and spent for it, it’s more than enough.

What happened last time you got drunk?  Played trivia questions with Angela, Hans, and Reena. Possibly talked about how big and fat of a crush I have on Namjoon.

What are you listening to?  Amygdala, Agust D.

Which parent do you feel the most affection for?  Dad, no question. Easier to tolerate, appreciate, like, love.

How do you feel about God?  "If there is a God, He will have to beg for my forgiveness." A quote that reached fame by being found carved in a concentration camp wall. And I will forever agree with it, violently so. <-- I like this answer. < There you go.

Which platform do you use to listen to music on the most?  Spotify. YouTube on my work laptop as I can’t seem to get Spotify to work on there.

Who do you care about the most?  Myself, my close friends, my pets.

[whoabo]

still into you

pairing: bo burnham x reader.

readers pronouns: she/her.

warnings: none, just fluff and a little shy/bashful bo<3

era: what. (2013)

a/n: i am back !! i was gone for awhile, even though i didn’t mean too.. but i am back with a new imagine. i posted about it with a quick synopsis and all that. i feel like there is a few things to know before u read the whole thing. the reader (you ;3) are in a band (paramore) and you have two other members taylor and zac. and yeah that’s all.. oh and ur the lead singer. and be warned it’s incredibly unrealistic and cheesy, my favorite. so. in the words of tatianna— thank you. <3

(two years earlier.)

“are you sure?”

“honey, i’m sure. i mean think about it, when people find out that y/n l/n of paramore wrote a song about bo burnham, they’re gonna lose their shit.”

he chuckled as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. he smiled at her as they sat on the couch. the two had recently moved in with each other.

she tilted her head, “why would people lose their shit?” she asked.

he ran a hand through his hair— while thinking he really needs to get a haircut, his fringe is getting a bit too long, for his liking. “cause people are gonna be like ‘what the fuck? the paramore chick is dating this loser?’ so, they’ll be in for a surprise.” he laughed.

she laughed as she gave him a playful shove. “stop, don’t say that!”

(two months ago.)

“you wanna put it on the album?”

“yeah, why not? i think.. i don’t know.”

she sat on the couch of the studio. she had a small smile on her face.

“does he know you’re gonna put it on the album?” their drummer zac spoke. she shook her head as she busied herself looking at her notes. taylor and zac shared a look. they’ve never seen her this happy before, who knew she’d be the type to write a love song.

she looked up and smiled, “i wanna perform it at the upcoming festival. maybe even a lead single?”

the three started coming up with melodies, alternative lyrics, and whatever else they saw fit. by the end of the day, they had gotten more than sixty percent of the song finished.

as they left the studio, y/n couldn’t help but smile on her way back to her house— well, her and bo’s shared house.

when she arrived, bo welcomed her with a small kiss and a movie in bed.

her head rested on his chest. the mere thought of the song made her all giddy.

bo looked down, “why are you smiling so much? i know this movie isn’t the reason.” he cocked his head to the side with a sly smile on his face. his glasses were perched on his nose. she always like his circle rimmed glasses.

they’re cute.

she moved to lay her chin on his chest to look at him. she bit her lip in a way to contain her smile. it wasn’t helping very much.

“i wrote a new song today, and i think it has potential.”

(present.)

“i wanna thank all of you for coming out tonight! i also wanna say thank you for having us, we’re having a blast and we hope you are too.”

her hair flowed with the wind of the late night. she stared out into the crowd, holding the mic stand close to her. her smile was wide as she looked over to her left.

there stood bo smiling right back at her. he gave a small wave and a joking wink.

she looked to taylor and zac— and their backing band. taylor held his guitar close to him as he walked up to his mic.

“this next song, our lovely y/n wrote.” the crowd cheered and taylor looked over to y/n. “you wanna take it from here?” he asked.

she fiddled with her fingers as she nodded. bo watched with his eyebrows raised. he’s never really seen her nervous while on stage. while the crowd continued to cheer, bo joined in cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling a string of words.

(yeah, y/n!, that’s my girlfriend, whoo!, i’m dating her!)

she laughed as she pushed her hair back. “right, so this next song— you’ve might’a heard it, if you listened to the album. but, the person it’s about hasn’t heard it or even the album, i didn’t let them.”

she looked over at bo, as subtly as she could. he was starting to piece things together, slowly but he was catching on. his eyes widened the tiniest bit as he pointed to himself and mouthed, ‘me?’

she looked out to the crowd as the music started, “this next song is called ‘still into you’!”

she jumped around as the instrumental started.

“can’t count the years on one hand that we’ve been together. need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better!”

she held the mic in one hand as she sang, she didn’t dare make eye contact with bo. however, he was ecstatic, the smile on his face was starting to hurt from hearing the first line alone.

as the song continued the two couldn’t stop smiling. y/n continued to jump around when the song reached the chorus.

“cause after all this time, i’m still into you.” she sang and for the first time during the song made eye contact. he laughed as he could feel the heat on his cheeks.

when the song came to an end, the lights darkened as deafening cheers came from the crowd. she placed a hand over her chest as they walked off stage. they have about five minutes before their encore, and she will be spending that time with bo.

when she reached him, he pulled her into a— somewhat harsh— kiss and held onto their waist. he pulled away and hugged her.

“oh my god, i love you. that was incredible.” he gushed, the redness on his cheeks was still evident.

she looked up at him, “are you sure, was it okay? did any of the lyrics bother you?” she rambled a small bit. he shook his head as they walked to her dressing room.

“honey, i loved it.”

she nodded and placed a kiss on his cheek as they sat down. the two sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments. bo grabbed her hand and entangled their fingers together.

corny, cheesy, cute couple shit.

“so,” he began. “do you think anyone will be surprised the song is about me?” he asked.

“it shouldn’t. i only talk about you all the time.”

he smiled as he looked at their hands. “another question, do you still get butterfly’s around me?”

#bo burnham imagine #bo burnham x reader #whoabo #bo burnham #bo burnham fanfic #paramore #bo burnham fluff

[nat-20s]

 Part 8 of the wonderful! Au: the boys answer some questions! Up to you to decide if they actually clarify anything!

(also on AO3)

~*~

Martin: Hey everyone! I know what some of you are thinking right now: it's not Tuesday, why is this episode in my feed? I know significantly more of you are thinking: I don't consistently keep up with podcast releases, how much free time do you think I have, buddy? To answer your queries: this is a bonus episode! We're answering listener questions to clear the air and/or have fun. Also, I don't know, around 20 to 40 minutes a week, as that is the average amount of time per episode? Maybe during your commute? My husband's omnipotence has been gone for five years, we just have to guess at that sort of thing now.

Jon: For legal reasons, that last statement was a joke. In fact, to cover all of our bases, we do not guarantee that any of our responses are genuine.

Martin: Just because we say we'll answer things doesn't mean we'll answer truthfully. Though, honestly, I think we might make it more enjoyable if we do tell the truth. Like, I don't necessarily have a fun lie prepared for our first question from konspiracyking97: "What's their fuckin deal anyway?"

Jon: Is this referring to the oblique references  we've made about being from a parallel reality and only ending up here as a consequence of ending one apocalypse and potentially starting another or the general premise of the show?

Martin: Oh, it's gotta be general premise, yeah?

Jon: In that case, I'm Jon, the other voice you're hearing is Martin, we're married, and we talk about things that are..nice? Good? Usually generally but occasionally rather specifically pleasant.

Martin: That pretty much covers it. It's not a complicated show. Uhh, next question comes from Shane: are either or both of you aliens? Nope!

Jon: Well..

Martin: No. We are 100% human people from Earth, we are under no definition extraterrestrial.

Jon: Eh..

Martin: Okay, first off, I know the tone of that 'eh' and "not fully human" is not synonymous with alien, so even if 100% is being a bit generous, we're still from the same planet as our listeners.

Jon:..

Jon: But. We sort of aren't though. Technically speaking.

Martin: No no no no no. I don't care if it's parallel, Earth is Earth is Earth, regardless of whatever nonsense metaphysics might be occurring.

Jon: So what you're saying is that if you got sucked through a portal and landed on an Earth where dinosaurs were still the predominant species, you wouldn't consider yourself to be an alien?

Martin: Nope!

Jon: I'm certain that they would consider you an alien. All of their mammals are probably shrew sized.

Martin: Sounds like a them problem.

Jon: Sounds like a-?! You know what, no, this will be an off the record debate, for now, I suppose I concede that the two Earths and our physiologies are similar enough that we might, maybe, not count as aliens.

Martin: Thank you. Anyway, our next question is from anonymous, and asks, "Is all of this an ARG?"

Jon: A whomst?

Martin: Alternate reality game. It's a method of storytelling that's interactive with audience, and usually has, I dunno, a certain suspension of disbelief to it where it pretends to be something actually happening in the real world until a dramatic reveal. A lot times it was used as a marketing gimmick, but others have done it just for fun. I can show you some examples after the show?

Jon: So it's in essence a more involved creepypasta?

Martin, delighted: Aw, babe, I'm never going to have a handle on what pop culture you are and aren't aware of, huh?

Jon: We were born within a year of each other, and I've told you that I was a deeply morbid teenager, you should probably be able to intuit some of things, love.

Martin: This coming from a man who has yet to see "It's a Wonderful Life", but has seen every film in the "Banjo Cannibals" franchise, including the Easter special. Jesus doesn't exist in the Banjo Cannibals universe, why does it have an Easter special?

Jon: The movies are rather shoddily translated from Russian, so I'm fairly certain the Easter component of that special was invented wholesale in the English version.

Martin: You say that like it answers more questions than it raises.

Jon: Yes, because it does. Oh, and to answer anonymous's question, no, this isn't an ARG. From my understanding of it, if it were, it'd be a poorly constructed one, as there's no real game element to any of this.

Martin: Hmm. Well, sometimes the game component is just trying to figure out what's going on with the story, or if there's any deeper content, and people are definitely doing that with this show.

Jon: That's not by design though. It's more a side effect of us having poor brain to mouth filters, I'd say.

Martin: Harsh, but fair. Oh, this next one is from Zac, no K, who asks, "Are you two actually even married?"

Jon, flat: We are, but it's under false names because this whole thing is an elaborate insurance scam.

Jon, incredulous: Yes, obviously, we're married. What did you hear in this podcast that would make you wonder otherwise, and how do we rectify it?

Martin: Clearly we need to up our quota for how "disgustingly in love" and "horrifically sappy" we are per episode. Which segues nicely into the next question from Gwen, "What's your favourite wonderful thing you've brought so far?" My answer: my husband. He's kind of my favourite in most things, you know?

Jon: Boooooo

Martin: Why, what's your favourite thing?

[Jon reluctantly sighs]

Jon, indulgent: being married.

Martin: A: serves you right for trying to pretend you're the less horrifically sappy and romantic one even though earlier today someone put a love note in the lunch they packed for me-

Jon:- Lies and slander! I have never, in my life, done that, even once.

Martin: Oh, sure, not even once. And you definitely don't reserve the lilac sticky notes specifically for my lunches because you know I like the colour. 

Jon: I..I don't.. you're rather ruining my image here.

[Martin snorts]

Martin: Can't have the audience think that you are, on occasion, an incredibly doting husband-

Jon: -A title I would argue we both share-

Martin: - which is obviously why, even with it being your favourite thing you've brought, being married to me is just a small wonder-

Jon, audibly rolling his eyes: As I already explained-

[A Pause}

Jon: Actually, you're right-

Martin: Wait-

Jon:- I really should have brought it as a larger wonder-

Martin: Wait-

Jon: though I should warn you, I think I'd have far too much material for just one little segment-

Martin: No no no no no-

Jon:- In fact, I think I might have too much material for just one little episode-

Martin: Joo-oon-

Jon: I might have to do a whole series! Where would I even start? I mean I could talk about how every day I get to watch the early morning sun highlight your curls when I get up first, or hear you quietly humming and shuffling around the kitchen when you do, or I could talk about how the lunch notes only started in the first place as retaliation to the notes you would leave on the mirror for me to find, or how every time I get to see you at ease in a way that you aren't with anyone else, it takes my breath away, or I could talk about how cute I find the lines between your eyebrows that you only get when you're thinking something petty, but you know it's petty so you don't want to say anything-

Martin: Okay, okay, Christ, I give !up I surrender, and will cease my teasing on this particular topic.

Jon, probably making the :3 face: You don't have to stop. I mean, I could also discuss how very, very attractive I find your voice when it takes on a teasi-mmph!

[There's a pleased hum, then a pause.]

[The audio quality is slightly changed, as if the recording has been stopped and then started later]

Martin, giddy: Uh, heh, anyway, Eric asked what the least favourite thing we've brought was, and because of Jon's attempt to embarrass me live-

Jon, overlapping: It's definitely not live-

Martin:- on air, I'm gonna say it's my husband.

[Jon scoffs]

Jon : If the past few minutes are any sort of indication, I'm going to go ahead and saying that you are lying.

Martin, sighing contentedly: Maybe a bit, but how was I supposed to resist when your indigance gives you that adorable little nose scrunch? In reality, my least favourite thing was probably, um, mini golf? Which, I still don't think is inherently bad, definitely superior to regular golf, but when it's the only thing a next door two year old wants to do with you, the charm begins to wear off a bit.

Jon: Wow. A rather scathing review of a toddler.

Martin: Not so much a scathing review of a toddler as it's a scathing review of minigolf's inability to keep its appeal after the third time in the same week.

Jon: Mmm, the sound effects rather quickly go from part of the atmosphere to part of the irritation, don't they?

Martin: So what's your least favorite thing we've covered here?

Jon: Oh, love, I'm not going to pretend to have nearly enough memory of what we've covered so far to have a least favorite.

Martin: Really? Nothing that you regret or rescind?

Jon: Well, regret, certainly. It was one of the weeks where you went first, and your second item was mutual aid funds, and what they can do for marginalized communities, and I had to follow it with fucking Slapchop.

Martin, poorly suppressing laughter: In your defence, Slapchop, or whatever offbrand we have, is pretty useful, especially when either your scar or my arthritis is acting up.

Jon: I'm still not convinced you didn't somehow see my notes for the recording and decided you get revenge for the first year that we knew each other.

Martin, no longer suppressing his laughter: Yep, you got me! This marriage wasn't an act of insurance fraud, but it was a near decade long con to humiliate you on a podcast that about twenty people listen to. I'll draft up the divorce papers immediately, and then we can finally go our separate ways. 

Jon: I'm glad you've at last admitted it. Such a weight off of my shoulders. Goodbye forever then.

Martin: Right.

Jon: Right.

[A beat.]

[There's a pfft from one of them, before both dissolve into giggles that lasts a good 30 seconds.]

Martin, slightly out of breath: I can't believe we're the kind of people that talk this much about speciality kitchen gadgets.

Jon: Sorry about that.

Martin: God, don't apologize. I'm, like, deliriously happy with our varying degrees of useful cooking ware filled life. If you had told 25 year old me that one day he'd be debating the merits of getting a tortilla press with his husband, he'd have wept, I tell you.

Jon: Funny, if you told 25 year old me the same thing, he would've said "You don't know the future,piss off" and then quietly have a bit of a panic at 3 am that night.

Martin: I bet you were insufferable in your mid-twenties.

Jon: First of all, who isn't, secondly, I was fresh out of Oxford, and third, I was insufferable in my late twenties, as you can attest to, and I'm insufferable now, as you can further attest to, so extrapolation would indicate that, yes, I was insufferable back then.

Martin: Probably a different kind of insufferable, though.

Jon: There are different kinds?

Martin: Of course! You used to be "prick boss" insufferable and now you're "smug in a way that I can't admit I find hot or it will go straight to your head" insufferable.

Jon, in the aforementioned smug tone: Oh, really?

Martin: See, see! Straight to your head.

Jon: Well straight is probably the wrong descriptor-

Martin: Oof, 4 out of 10 joke, babe.

Jon: That would be a far more convincing rating if you weren't grinning right now.

Martin: It's a genuine review, I'm just well known to be a sucker.

Jon: You and me both, darling.

Martin: Okay, if you're pulling out darling, you're clearly in too giddy of a mood to be focused on recording. Last question, from Jess, "You two mentioned meeting at work, but how did you actually end up together?" That's easy, Jon pulled me out of a hell dimension and then we went on the lam together to Scotland.

Jon: If that's not the way to tell a cute boy you like him, I don't know what is.

Martin: All right, that wraps up this bonus episode, and as the old saying goes, hiding from murderers in a cottage is more conducive to romance than suggesting you gouge out your eyes together.

Jon, cut off: Hey-!

#tma #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #post canon #wonderful! au #my fic

[thevalleyisjolly]

Ok, I’ve rewritten this post several times because I really want this to be a productive and respectful discussion, but this is a conversation that does need to be started.  I’ve been thinking about the whole cultural appropriation story line in this season of The Unsleeping City so far, and of course I think it’s great that Cody is starting to realize why that’s wrong and that Murph is making it explicitly clear that it is wrong, but I want to reorient the conversation away from Cody now and talk about Ricky as a Japanese-American character.

Because when Zac went “Just to paint a picture for you...” during the museum fight episode, there was quite a bit of surprise from non-Asian people in the fandom that this was really a serious issue, and one that Ricky would be bothered by or speak up about.  But why wouldn’t he?  I mean, the character is Japanese-American, and so is the player.  Doesn’t it make perfect sense that he would at least be a little bothered by a white person appropriating Japanese culture?  Asian fans certainly noticed and pointed it out before that episode aired.  Ricky/Zac certainly noticed - go back through the episodes and observe how every time Cody pulled out a kunai or threw a shuriken, Ricky was cringing or facepalming with an uncomfortable laugh.  Even with seven different camera perspectives to watch at the same time, it should have been pretty clear in the fandom that this was an ongoing issue that would bother and was bothering Ricky.

And I think there are several different facets to this, but the one I want to address is how there’s a tendency in fandom to ignore or erase Ricky’s Japanese heritage.  Not literally (although there is a particular sting every time I see another Ricky fancast where the actor is of another Asian heritage than Japanese - Asian people are not interchangeable).  But especially prior to Season 2, there was a general trend in the fandom that liked to simplify Ricky’s character and overlook him as a complex player character because of traits that are very common in East Asian immigrant cultures.

Perhaps it’s because my heritage is East Asian and I’ve had more exposure to general cultural customs and behaviours among East Asian immigrants, but Zac’s portrayal of Ricky has always read as a very obvious Asian-American child of immigrants to me (and, y’know, Zac and Ricky are actually Asian-American children of immigrants).  Not expressing negative emotions out loud, not verbally articulating thoughts and feelings but expressing them through actions, deferring to other peoples’ needs first instead of expressing his own wants because it’s not about him.  With the caveat that I’m Chinese and not Japanese, these are common practices that I’ve observed in my own family, among friends and acquaintances (of various Asian heritages including but not limited to Chinese), in broader experiences with other East Asian immigrants.

(Asia is not a monolith and I’m not familiar with the immigrant cultures and experiences of people from other Asian heritages.  I specify East Asian here because that is broadly what I can speak on and because Ricky is Japanese, but other Asian people please feel free to discuss your experiences as well)

And obviously, these are not monolith traits observed at all times, I’ve definitely met plenty of East Asian immigrants who did express their emotions loudly, who used their words, who were assertive about their own needs and wants (this is not the post to be getting into different generations of immigration and the culture differences between those generations).  And it also depends on the context - from my own experience, in private within families, both emotions and words can get extremely loud (if you dare to risk the wrath of your elders by arguing with them!)  But my point is that the habits I pointed out above are still relatively common in East Asian immigrant cultures, even if not all individuals follow them at all times.

Particularly prior to Season 2, there was a common perspective in the fandom, usually couched in “uwu, I love that Zac is playing a hot dummy!!” that would go along the lines of “Ricky doesn’t have a character arc, he doesn’t get into conflicts with other people, he doesn’t say anything and is just happy to be there, he’s a shallow character who’s just a himbo.”  All of which I’d dispute, (*insert post here about Ricky as a character reclaiming Asian masculinity*), but I want to focus on how the main traits -refraining from overt emotions, remaining reserved in speech, not bringing up his own needs and wants- that were brought up and used to simplify and dismiss Ricky’s character were traits which are commonly found in East Asian immigrant communities.  The whole “remaining reserved/trying to avoid conflict” is something a lot of East Asian-American kids pick up at home because what you say or don’t say isn’t as important as what you do or don’t do.

And I mean, so much of Ricky is about doing things for people, showing his feelings through his actions, not his words.  Just because he wasn’t getting into PC conflict in Season 1, or expressing his emotions in the same ways as other PCs, doesn’t mean he was just a silent, cheerful himbo.  Which there’s nothing wrong with being a himbo, and it can be particularly empowering in Ricky’s case as an Asian man (see above linked post about Asian masculinity), but that’s not all there is to Ricky’s character!  And don’t get me wrong, I personally love that part of his ongoing character arc in Season 2 is speaking up about his feelings and expressing to other people what he wants (because there’s the “American” part of the Asian-American experience that’s not just about having Asian heritage but is also about negotiating that relationship in a place with different norms and customs).  But it doesn’t negate the “Asian” part of “Asian-American” either, which does impact and shape the way Ricky interacts with people and the world.

In hindsight, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that interest and meta in Ricky skyrocketed once he did start being more vocal and assertive in Season 2, which are common traits in many Western cultures.  And it’s not the only reason that there’s a deeper interest in Ricky now (shout out to all the Asian fans and allies who’ve been really diving into Ricky’s character this season!) and I choose to believe in good faith that it isn’t intentional or malicious (audiences do tend to gravitate more towards tangible moments of conversation and conflict rather than background acting).  But I think we as fans need to start questioning why as a whole, we really didn’t start giving deeper thought to Ricky until he began displaying more typically Western traits, because I think it’s emblematic of how, very subtly and unconsciously, we are used to privileging white “American” behaviour and ignoring or glossing over Asian (immigrant) traits.

In many ways, Ricky prior to Season 2 (and very arguably up until the museum fight), has been perceived in the general fandom as a sort of post-racial American-melting-pot character.  Fans don’t wholly ignore that he’s Japanese-American, you can’t really do that when his family name is “Matsui” and when the Season 1 finale showed that his interactions with the American Dream pretty strongly involved his parents’ immigrant experience.  But knowing intellectually that Ricky is Asian doesn’t always translate to actually perceiving him as an Asian person with all the implications and racial dynamics that entails.

An example of how this manifests: Ricky and Esther become a canon couple.  Numerous posts begin to appear (and periodically still do) that express opinions along the lines of Ricky/Esther being the only tolerable “het” couple.  Ignoring the fact that we don’t know Esther’s sexuality and we only have an offhand Ztream comment for Ricky, Ricky/Esther is a canonical interracial relationship between two non-white people, a Japanese man and a black woman.  Interracial relationships are already extremely poorly represented in media, to say nothing of interracial relationships between non-white people.   Yet we overlook the racial dynamics and only focus on the perceived queerness (or not) of the ship.

Or, for another example, taking the discussion on cultural appropriation and making it all about Cody’s flaws and character development, rather than considering how it affects Ricky as a Japanese man to see a white man disrespecting a part of his cultural heritage.

Anyways, I really urge D20 fans, especially if you’re not Asian, to start questioning and challenging how you really perceive characters, what kind of characteristics you tend to privilege and be drawn to and why, and what kind of fandom environment you shape in your interactions with the show and with other fans.  This is not to say that Ricky should be everyone’s favourite character or that you can’t dislike him, but it is important to think about why we have the preferences that we do.  I especially urge you to remember that Ricky Matsui is a Japanese-American character, that this was a deliberate choice which has been repeatedly brought up by Zac (who is a Japanese-American actor), and that you cannot and should not ignore Ricky’s heritage when you think and talk about him. 

(And if you think Ricky is being an “asshole” to Cody just for being, frankly, mildly perturbed in his direction because Cody spent most of the season so far being very offensive to Ricky’s cultural heritage, I really encourage you to think critically about your opinions and why you hold them.  And if, after thinking critically, you still don’t see why they’re wrong, please don’t let the door hit you on the way out.  Your conscious racism is not something that is welcome in this fandom, and Asian fans are not here to teach you better)

((White and non-Asian people can and should reblog this, but don’t clown around.  Productive, respectful discussion is welcome.  Asian fans are more than welcome to add their perspectives/agree/disagree, especially people with Japanese heritage))

#dimension 20 #the unsleeping city #d20 spoilers #tuc ii spoilers #ricky matsui #diversity in fan spaces #asian rep #white people can and should reblog this but don't clown around #non-asian people can and should reblog this but also don't clown around #productive discussion is absolutely welcome but please be respectful #asian fans are more than welcome to add their perspectives/agree/disagree; especially fans with japanese heritage #i really love tuc but being an asian fan in the fandom is just like *avoids twitter* *avoids discord* *curated list of blogs to follow*

[allthingsfangirl101]

Soulmate Tattoos–Zac Efron

Your Soulmate Tattoo is your soulmate's first words to you. For girls, their tattoo is on the underside of their left wrist. For boys, their tattoo is on the underside of their right wrist. The year before you meet your soulmate, your tattoo begins to appear. There is no ink, no colors, and no words. Instead, there is a red splotch where the tattoo will appear on the exact day the following year.

The month that you are going to meet your soulmate, your red splotch becomes more defined. It begins to softly outline the edges. Seven days before you meet them, the words slowly start to form. The day before you meet your soulmate, the words finally appear in brown. That brown doesn't change to black until you're standing right in front of your soulmate and they have spoken the words to you.

My tattoo didn't start to appear until the summer after my third year of teaching. The minute the red splotch appeared, I couldn't stop glancing at it. That next year was horrible. I made note of the day, hoping it would help with the nerves, but it only made them worse.

When it got to the week I would meet him, I constantly rubbed the outline of my tattoo. And the second the words appeared on my arm the day before, I memorized them.

I'm so sorry, beautiful. I hope I didn't spill my coffee on you and ruin your nice dress.

I bit my lip when I first read his words. I couldn't help but start to imagine what he might be like. I spent the entire day thinking about him and our first interaction.

He's going to call me beautiful. He's going to spill or almost spill his coffee on me at a coffee shop. And I'm wearing a dress.

I woke up that morning, fighting the urge to go to the coffee shop right away. They don't tell us what time we meet our soulmate. I didn't want to sit in a coffee shop all day, waiting for him to show up. But I didn't want to miss him either.

Instead of overthinking this, I got ready at my normal pace. I took my shower, got dressed (making sure to wear my favorite sundress), curled my hair, and did a little more makeup than I normally wear.

There were positives and negatives to knowing the day you meet your soulmate. You can make sure you look nice, but it also leads to a lot of overthinking and anxiety.

I headed to the coffee shop, my hands shaking as I walked in. I got in line, nervously playing with my dress as I waited.

I gasped when I felt the burning. I looked down to see my tattoo changing color. My heart started beating really fast when I noticed the color was turning darker. Which means. . .

I was brought away from my tattoo when the guy who was in front of me turned around and bumped into me.

"I'm so sorry, beautiful," the guy said, his voice light and soft. "I hope I didn't spill my coffee on you and ruin your nice dress."

I could hear my blood pumping when I noticed the words this man just said were the words I'd spent the last 24 hours staring at. I looked up, my eyes widening when I saw who said the words on my arm.

This can't be right. There is no way this is my soulmate. I'm a high school history teacher. And he's. . .

My soulmate cannot be Zac Efron.

"It's alright," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "No harm, no foul."

Suddenly, he sucked in a breath. He slowly looked down at his wrist and let out a small chuckle. He looked up at me, his eyes filling with tears.

When his eyes drifted down to my left wrist, I rolled it so he could see it. He laughed and reached over, grabbing my left hand in his as he read the words on my wrist. I bit my lip when he intertwined our fingers, slowly looking up at me. I glanced down at our hands, our tattoos almost touching.

"Can I buy you some coffee?" He asked, his voice low. I hesitated, a small part of me thinking this was a weird twisted joke.

"I guess we should," I whispered.

Without letting go of my hand, Zac led me to the counter. I ordered my usual latte, my whole arm burning from his touch. I went to pay for my drink, but Zac paid for it before I could even get my wallet out of my bag.

Zac led me over to a booth in the corner, our hands never disconnecting. He politely waited for me to sit down first before taking a seat across from me, finally letting go of my hand.

All I could think was; no way. There is no way that Zac Efron is my soulmate. And how is he so relaxed about meeting his soulmate who is a complete stranger?

"So, we're soulmates," he said, laughing awkwardly.

"We are," I nodded. I cleared my throat as I wrapped my hands around my latte.

"This is kinda awkward," he chuckled. I looked up at him to see him smiling at me.

"I don't understand how people expect us to be so relaxed right now," I sighed. "You and I are complete strangers and because of a tattoo, we're soulmates."

"Well," he said, reaching over and grabbed my hands. "It's not like we're expected to run to the nearest church and get married."

I laughed, finally starting to relax. "I mean, we could always go to Vegas. I hear their drive-thru weddings can be quite beautiful."

Zac laughed, both of us relaxing. He let go of my hands and leaned back. When we stopped laughing, he was still smiling at me.

"I'm Zac," he introduced himself.

"I know," I awkwardly giggled. I felt my cheeks burning as I cleared my throat.

"Right," he smirked. "Do I get to know your name, Soulmate?"

"I don't know," I teased. "I kinda like being called, Soulmate."

He sent me a playful pout before breaking. I bit my bottom lip, my nerves resurfacing.

"Y/N," I finally told him.

"Y/N," he repeated. "Not as pretty as Soulmate, but I'll take it."

We both laughed as I playfully pulled my hands out of his. My breath got caught in my throat when the look on his face changed.

"My beautiful Y/N," he said, his voice so low it gave me chills. "Tell me about yourself."

I let out an embarrassed giggle as he leaned his elbows on the table, physically making himself look interested.

"Well," I said, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "I was born and raised in Burbank. I moved to LA to go to UCLA and I ended up getting a job at my old high school."

"You're a teacher?" He asked, perking up. I giggled at his excitement.

"Yeah," I said, tucking that same piece of hair behind my ear again. "I teach AP U.S. History."

"AP? Damn!" He laughed. "That's like the top class!"

"Kinda," I giggled.

He cleared his throat, slightly shaking his head. "So, what grades do you teach?"

"Mostly seniors," I smiled. "But I also teach a few freshman classes."

"You get them as they come in and come out."

I tilted my head, biting back a laugh when his eyes widened like he just realized what he said.

"That came out. . . So wrong," he said slowly.

"It's okay," I chuckled.

                                * * * * *

We spent the next fifteen minutes, talking about ourselves. The more of his life I heard, the more I realized we had nothing in common.

"You alright?" Zac asked after I suddenly went quiet.

"This can't be right," I said under my breath.

"Why not?" He asked, laughing slightly.

"It's just. . . You're the famous Zac Efron. I'm just a high school teacher."

I held my breath when he reached over and gently grabbed my hand, lifting my arm and turning it over to show my left wrist. He smirked as he slowly ran his thumb over my tattoo.

"See?" He said, dropping his voice. "Soulmate tattoos don't lie."

"Your soulmate should be another famous actress or a model," I stuttered. "Not a high school teacher who's been mistaken as one of her students. I mean, what are your fans going to say? Honestly, my students would lose it if they find out my soulmate is Zac Efron, but your fans might not be as excited."

Zac chuckled as he stood up and walked over to my side of the booth, sitting next to me. I sucked in a breath as he reached up and cupped my cheek. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I held in a moan as I kissed him back. Zac slowly pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine.

"As far as I'm concerned," he whispered, "you're just the girl for me, Soulmate."

#zac efron #zac efron imagines #zac efron x reader #soulmates

[starfire-s]

here’s a list of the best, mediocre and worst kdramas i watched in 2020

no one asked for this but it’s happening because i have thoughts (also all opinions are my own if you disagree then get well soon i guess... no i’m kidding make your own posts about it don’t hate me please) ahsjsj anyways click to read a lengthy post and if you actually read the whole thing then thank you i hope you enjoy this wild ride! 

THE BEST KDRAMAS -

mystic pop up bar - this show had everything i ask from a kdrama literally i can name it all found family (to real family), well thought out characters, a mystery plot, special effects, soft romances that were well written, a happy ending! no show in 2020 even comes close to how good this one was! the writers literally guided you throughout the whole thing so you could come up with theories and didn’t do a ‘aha! gotcha’ thing where they want to prove the audience wrong but they wanted us to be right and satisfied! the worst part about the drama is that it’s still so underrated and people just brush it off as some random fantasy show but it’s so much more than that! 1000/10

flower of evil - who doesn’t want to see lee joon gi being the son of a serial killer, living with the name of a man who is in a coma, and hiding his real identity from his wife who is a detective? this show constantly had me at the edge of my seat on a weekly basis so the emotions i went through while watching this are unparalleled! the writers also did such a good job on writing a coherent story that made sense and tied up all the plot points in the end. just a really satisfying show to watch! 10/10

where your eyes linger - i literally bought a $8 viki pass to watch this show so it should tell you everything you need to know about how i feel ahsjsj the episodes were 10 minutes long but we got a good story with well written characters who got character development in a total of 80 minutes it’s insane! honestly it’s still hard to believe this show had rookie actors because they were just so emotive that you could feel all the happiness, sadness, yearning and pining! probably one of my fave kdramas this year because of the acting that i always constantly rewatch! would recommend 10/10

crash landing on you - okay so this drama was actually released on my birthday last year and it was a time in my life when i was going through a lot so maybe it’s the comfort this show provided me through that time this is why i have such a soft spot for it? like the romance was good, it was funny, there was found family, the nk soldiers were all softies, there were strong female leads, soft male leads!!! ahh!! no other show on this list made me think about the unification of south korea and north korea irl because i wanted se ri and jeong hyeok to be together 4ever! but the only issue i had with this show was the ending they gave seung jun if they didn’t do that i’d give this show a 10/10 but just for that they get a 9/10

psycho but it’s okay - this was one of those shows where you’re literally like ‘wow everyone here needs therapy’ but this show was amazing i loved the story telling and how each episode related to children’s book/fairytales! the writers also did a good job with how carefully they talked about mental health in depth without villainising their characters but actually tried to make the audience understand why they were this way which included all the side characters too who had a well thought out story in each episode! also the dynamic between moon young, kang tae and sang tae was everything to me the actors all did an amazing job portraying their characters, it truly was a healing drama. the only thing i didn’t like about this show was the whole plastic surgery plot with the mother like that was very far fetched but it provided drama so i’ll let it slide because the rest was amazing. this show is a solid 8.5/10

18 again - another underrated gem! who would’ve thought a remake of that zac efron movie could be this good!! lee do hyun stole this show for sure the way he portrayed his character and gave heart eyes to his kids (when he’s only 25 irl was the best thing i saw this year ahsjs) i loved the family dynamics in this show, i loved how it talked about what it’s like to be young parents and how society still think it’s taboo to be divorced! it’s a show that makes you laugh and cry at the same time and that’s why everyone should watch it! however, the biggest clown thing this show did to me though was that i got sls for the first time while watching a kdrama... hwang in yeop if u’re reading this i love u and u deserved better 🤡 that aside this show was a 8/10

itaewon class - i actually didn’t watch this drama as it was airing because i thought i wouldn’t enjoy the plot but when i watched it i binged the whole thing in 2 days and my biggest regret is i didn’t watch it sooner! everyone knows i have a soft spot for park seo joon since he’s my favourite actor i’ve literally watched all his dramas like he could star in the trashiest drama out there and i’d still watch it and be like wow (looking at she was pretty 👀) this show aside from the acting had one of the best revenge plots in a kdrama! just watching a character realistically hustle his way to reach the top while fighting the corrupt man whose son killed his father was so so satisfying to watch! however, the love triangle in this show was questionable idk what they were trying to do with that but it personally annoyed me! but still i’ll give this show a 7.5/10 because i enjoyed it a lot!

do you like brahms? - kim min jae and park eun bin.. that’s all you need to know about why this is a good kdrama! i’m usually not a big fan of melodramas and everyone knows i prefer rom coms but this show was just so perfectly melo that i loved all the angst and pain we got!! also just watching two introverted people awkwardly fall in love was amazing! the characters story arcs were also handled pretty well with song ah finally learning to speak up for herself and joon young learning to express how he truly feels! but... the love square? was probably the most annoying thing the rest in my opinion was nicely done! i know people had mixed feelings about the ending but i loved that after all the pain joon young and song ah went through they got a happy ending together! 7/10

find me in your memory - okay this show started off very slow and it was confusing at the start but as it progressed everything in the plot started to fall into place! i mean this show really took opposites attract to a new level where the male lead could remember every single detail from his life but the female lead had to forget some of her traumatic memories to help her cope with her life! they were also tied together through a mutual character who was a big part of their lives in a different way! just an interesting melodrama with interesting characters i liked it! and moon ga young... i love you queen!!! 7/10

THE MEDIOCRE KDRAMAS -

more than friends - was the storytelling in this show groundbreaking? no. was the acting decent? yes. also probably the main reason i stuck with this show until the end! i think we can all agree lee soo had the best character development on this show he started off as a bad boy who wore one ear stud to actually becoming a well liked character... who else did it like him? no one. also the chemistry between the mains was 🔥 but the second male lead was so annoying is there a opposite word for second lead syndrome because i had that for sure! i think the best part about this show was the people i watched it with on here... shoutout to the five of us ahsjsj also this show introduced me to a talented actor/singer like ong seong wu (y’all know my kpop knowledge is nonexistent so no i didn’t know he was in a band called wanna one) all in all a predictable show but i had fun watching it so 6.5/10

tale of the nine tailed - i didn’t actually watch this show i watched it through gifs and instagram posts ahsjsjs so am i qualified to talk about my opinion definitely no... will I talk about it anyways yes lmao. lee rang deserved better that’s all goodbye and take care. 5.5/10

start up - probably one of the most awaited opinions. y’all thought this would be in the worst kdramas section but i decided to give this show some rights. the show started off strong, lost it’s way after episode 6 and then the last episode gave me what i wanted so i have mixed feelings. the writing was not the best i think we can all agree, love triangle as a plot device? wow so groundbreaking 🤡 the characters on the other hand... i loved every single one of them i mean ship wars? i don’t know her. the show had a lot of potential that was wasted but we also got some cute moments between the characters so there was really no winning or losing with this show? but in all honesty you can’t put a talented cast together like this and then just decide to give the audience a mediocre plot but the writers did exactly that! i think i can redirect y’all to my ‘crimes this show committed’ post for a in-depth analysis. lastly nam do san was a GOOD and REFRESHING male lead and ji pyeong was also a GOOD and FUN second male lead!!! this show gave me the ugliest ship war ever that i was transported back to my high school tvd days so thank you for that!! but the cast was loveable and all had a lot of chemistry together so here’s a 5/10 maybe that's too generous but... i think the reason why i didn't enjoy watching this show as much was definitely because of the tag on here lmao

THE WORST KDRAMAS -

the king eternal monarch - i miss clowning this show so much. the amount of braincells i lost while trying to understand this plot... i should be compensated by the writers. however, woo do hwan was a treat to look at on a weekly basis... however the writers kept decreasing his screen time even though he had a dual role... make it make sense? and i cannot comment on the plot of this show because i still don’t understand anything? also in my opinion tae eul and lee gon were the most bland couple of 2020, there was no chemistry between them and there was just a random kiss in episode 5 and they randomly said i love you... where was the development? also lee gon was soooo boring and such a one dimensional male lead! literally all the side characters were so much more interesting and the cast was good... but this plot. 2/10

do do sol sol la la sol - i wanna fight the writer who decided that the plot twist on the show would be that jun is a minor? i had no expectations from this show but it looked cute and nonsensical but that plot twist made me run the other way so fast that i never looked back! just because jun is a boy they really thought this would be excused like lmao we all have critical thinking skills???? the clown behaviour. a solid 1/10

record of youth - i hate this show so much. imagine not utilising park so dam who just starred in the biggest oscar winning movie to her full potential. imagine just making her a love interest to park bo gum’s character in the year 2020. i watched it up until episode 6 and i kept waiting for her character to get development... but it never happened so i dropped this show. also this show featured the MOST useless love triangle i have ever seen in my life like what was the point? also park bo gum’s characters family was straight up annoying (minus the grandpa) but they got so much screen time like that should’ve been given to park so dam... also villainising a gay side character for no reason at all in the year 2020? this show was a waste of my time i want the 6 hours i spent watching this back. -100/10 

backstreet rookie - i watched one episode of this and literally wanted to rip my eyeballs out of my head. idk what ji chang wook was thinking when he signed this drama i think he lost his ability to read because that's the only reasonable explanation for why he chose to star in such a dumpster fire show! this show had a racist character... had a high schooler kiss an adult... sexist jokes... just the worst things you can think of in a drama... this show had it. i still can’t believe so many people watched this show to the point where it had better ratings than pbio... really made me question everyone’s taste? but sorry can’t relate my taste is excellent so here’s the rating this show actually deserves -1000/10

if you made it this far... thank you for reading. let’s continue to love some kdramas together and get clowned by others in 2021! looking forward to it 😅

#kdrama #mystic pop up bar #flower of evil #where your eyes linger #crash landing on you #psycho but it's okay #eighteen again #itaewon class #do you like brahms? #find me in your memory #more than friends #tale of the nine tailed #start up #the king eternal monarch #ddsslls #record of youth #backstreet rookie #komal talks #i actually did it ashdjsj #just read about your fave shows or most hated shows and enjoy #don't have to read the whole thing i'm just documenting this for myself #also every show that airs from december onwards is a 2021 show now #feel free to discuss with me further... i can be contacted via messages LMAO #my posts #* #kdrama review

[touchmycoat]

on Promising Young Woman

i was hesitant to watch bc i knew a spoiler, but @trixree convinced me to watch it and i’m very glad i did. all things aside, it’s just damn well-written—pacing’s top-notch, every act shift was action-driven with a female lead, and it balanced the pleasure of a revenge fantasy against the soul of the story SO well.

thoughts & spoilers below

elephant in the room: yeah I hesitated to watch the movie because I know Cassie gets murdered in the end. After watching the scenes that followed, I...have a better understanding of why that was the choice. I still hated that it happened, period. I literally said “fuck you” out loud to the morning after shot, with the sunlight pouring down on her in the white outfit and she had her arms outstretched—yes, she’s a martyr, yes, she’s the “morning angel,” but fuck that, I didn’t need her to be a martyr. I so desperately wanted the movie to give her more than that.

Like Jenna and Wesley said, it was a superhero movie. That lasted until the choice to kill her.

Thoughts on why they did it: for the ironic morning after, where the audience sees not-Zac Efron sob and whine about how he’s going to lose his marriage and family and job after he just knowingly murdered a woman. Where we get to see Schmidt (fnjdnfjdnf what a casting choice, i lost my mind) say the words to Al Monroe that women like Nina needed to hear—it’s not your fault. None of it was your fault. We get to see the violent and continuous forgiveness of men that dead girls have and continue to pay for.

But my question is, what part of the movie managed to give the audience comfort that legal authority is the solution to this problem? The ending felt squeaky clean wrapped-up, yes, but the anxiety that ran deepest for me throughout this entire film was the fact that Cassie was leaving these men alive. All the men she’s found in the clubs, the man whose car she smashed, the entire law firm that specializes in burying rape cases—to me, every man she left alive was one more factor that could come back and bite her. That was my concern, and it was by no means alleviated by the scene with Bo Burnham and the detective right before the wedding.

I guess that circles back to the question of what the film is trying to be, though. It’s a different take on a revenge thriller. It isn’t meant to deliver a smash-burn-kill catharsis. Rather, it operates on a realer level. Which I love, actually! When she told the fedora guy that she’s not the only one who does it, it felt like a very enticing call-to-action lmao, and like a moment that ought to haunt the “good guys” that watch this film. The movie did so well to manifest and deliver the “enough is fucking enough” attitude that everybody ought to have about sexual assault under the influence.

More on why they killed Cassie: to really lean into the specter of Nina who has so haunted the entire narrative. Even handcuffed to the bed, Al Monroe never said the word “rape.” Nobody wants to, they keep skirting around it and refusing to acknowledge it for what it is. That’s why the movie does it for us, the audience. Instead of saying it, the movie gives its thesis on what rape actually is—a murder. A squeezing-out of a woman’s existence. Al Monroe rapes and kills Nina Fisher before the start of the movie, and the movie ends with Al Monroe killing Cassie. It ends with the violent burning of Cassie’s body, and fucking Schmidt kicking her hand with the childishly painted nails back into the bonfire. The parallel destruction of women is evident.

Did the ending feel like enough of a resurrection?

On a fandom level, I am happy to do the work of seeing the Romance in it. Cassie evidently anticipated her own death, perhaps even sought it—it’s easy to picture a fic focused on Cassie’s thoughts pre-bachelor party, where she’s just so happy to finally be joining Nina again. Where she gets to sign a text Love, Cassie & Nina. I fucking adore how much of an agent she was in the action throughout the entire movie, and the ending definitely did some work in resurrecting that agency.

On a real life level though, I’m so, so fucking sad she essentially had to commit suicide to get the justice she sought. She really is a martyr, but no part of the story indicated she was happy to be. There’s no relief in what she chose—it was simply what had to be done, because nobody else would do a goddamn thing.

Oh boy, the movie did so well to play Ryan as a good guy up until the very end. When time came for him to own up to his mistakes, he flipped like a fucking dime. Suck it #NotAllMen.

The evocations of childhood were interesting. We have the notebook, the scrunchie, the pink bedroom, the childhood photos, the juice box, the friendship necklaces, the painted nails. What is that doing?

- It’s a visual touch point for the arc words “we were just kids!” used as a protestation by rapists and assaulters to excuse their actions. Men get to be “kids” who made mistakes, women get repeated insistence that their actions have consequences, that they shouldn’t have gotten that drunk.

- It signifies Cassie’s vulnerability, her childhood best friend that she’s never been able to move on from. Functionally, I thought it was a brilliant way of grounding how tender the center of her story is, that she’s actually operating from a very simplistic point of pain and loss, considering how cool and violent she gets to be throughout most of the movie.

- It becomes a symbol for destroyed innocence when it’s the last bit of Cassie we see before her body’s burned. The movie re-positioned the meaning of this word “innocence,” I think. It’s not about women being ruined after rape, it’s about these women being people. Cassie’s last monologue about Nina does so much work to hammer that home—Nina’s value was never about innocence before or after her assault, it was never diminished. She was loved because of who she was as a person, but Al Monroe squeezed the life out of her anyways. Childhood and innocence become about the happiness that existed before men attacked, and the men get to symbolically destroy it one more time with a kick into the pyre. But then comes the resurrection, and in a way, the movie returns Cassie to that happiness with the last texts she got to sign with her best friend and a winky face.

The penitent lawyer was a hell of a narrative choice. I did accept it, and I like it mainly for what it showed of Cassie—that she is capable of forgiveness. By putting the scene with Nina’s mother right after, it transitions Cassie into a spot of hope pretty damn effectively. I also like that it didn’t take Cassie’s emotional labor to get the lawyer to that place, and that he was already self-flagellating (the dead plants behind Cassie in that apartment were a great touch) before she got there. I like the possibility that Cassie could have forgiven herself for not being there for Nina.

That’s why I’m so damn mad she’s dead!!!! She recognized how destructive her pattern of behavior is, and put an effort to stop that for herself and for her relationship with people she cares about. Yeah, Ryan proved an asshole, but it wasn’t even about him!! She laid it clean out for that guy!! No forgiveness. He was not an innocent bystander. He does not get to get away with anything, and all the ways he chose to behave after the fact just further proves it!

Cassie was stunning, and dangerous, and incredible. Narratively, she really could have gotten away with it. I don’t want to buy this finale, that it takes the destruction of another woman to bring justice to the first. I don’t care how neatly framed it was, that was not a happy ending.

#promising young woman #it was fucking great #and i'm still fuming about it

[justfangirlthingies]

Rewrite The Stars (Draco Malfoy)

Another songfic! This one's based on "Rewrite The Stars" by Zac Efron and Zendaya. You'll definitely know this song if you've seen the greatest showman

Word count: 1804 words

Warnings: angst, I used the word 'hell' once does that count as swearing?, I think that's it? please lmk if I missed something

The reader is a muggle in this

There's a lot of soft Draco

Grey eyes observed as you skillfully balanced your shopping bags, focus set on cramming around for your keys. "AHA! Got you now!" you exclaimed as your fingertips made contact with the cool metal and the sound of keys rattling filled the air. As soon as you had fished them out of your bag you took notice of the feeling that someone was watching you. Your gaze left your hands in order to look for the source of the unnerving feeling that had come over you. (E/c) eyes widened when they landed on the pale boy. "(Y/n)." He paused for a second so he could approach you. The eye contact he held was intimidating "We need to talk." At this you just gave a short nod and walked past him to unlock your door, the blonde following close behind you.

"You know I want you" he said.

Your eyes went wide after hearing his statement "Draco-" "No. I'm not done, just hear me out please?" the desperation in his eyes was something you were not used to, so you folded your arms, a sigh escaping your lips as you spoke "go on then."

You already had an idea where this was going and when he proceeded to speak, your theory was confirmed. "It's not a secret I try to hide. I know you want me" Draco felt some form of relief, like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders with every word that left his mouth as he finally came clean to the muggle girl.

They had had similar conversations before, but there had always been doubts holding the pair back from actually confessing their feelings. "So don't keep saying our hands are tied." you stop him right then and there as you claim "it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away and out of reach from me. There's no chance for us Draco...we're far too different from one another"

The blonde inspected you as he considered stopping the conversation, but he couldn't. Not now. Not now when he had finally found the courage to pour out his heart's desires to you. The longings he had been putting aside in fear you'd leave if you knew. It was ridiculous really. How he had no problems to tell you about his magical heritage or his family quarrels. Hell, he even told you about the task he'd have to accomplish soon, even though that one did take a bit of persuasion from your side. Revealing his feelings for you however, seemed nearly impossible. No, he couldn't stop now. He had to continue.

So the boy went on with his attempts of persuasion, all the while breaking your heart because in your opinion those attempts were, quite frankly, fruitless, seeing as how the two of you would have zero chances out there in the open. "But you're here in my heart. So who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny?" You wanted to interrupt him, yet he just carried on with his little speech.

Little did you know, what he was about to ask you next would have tears pooling in your eyes. "What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine" Draco took a step towards you and uncrossed your arms. Your glassy (e/c) eyes meet his silver stare as he relentlessly kept spilling his heart's content out for you. "Nothing could keep us apart" Slender fingers caressed from your shoulders along your arms until he reached your hands, intertwining them. You could feel the cool metal of his rings make contact with your skin as he held your hands in a gentle grasp all the while maintaining eye contact. "(Y/n) you'd be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me. No one can say what we get to be" As your ears picked up and registered what he meant, your lip started quivering, the tears that had been pricking your eyes finally fell, though you still tried to hold them back. Nevertheless, the blonde's eyes were still filled with determination "So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours tonight" The last word came out as a whisper.

Then there was silence. He had given you time to think about all the things that he had laid before you in the previous minutes. Oh how you would've loved to just agree and jump into his arms. But one of you had to be realistic. The perfect future you had envisioned with the pale boy was simply a fantasy. Nothing more and nothing less. It was entirely impossible, you couldn't be with him no matter what your heart told you.

"You think it's easy. You think I don't want to run to you" It was finally your turn to respond and even though it would hurt you both, you'd have to break his heart and yours would also shatter in the process. "But there are mountains and there are doors that we can't walk through" You couldn't give in the way you wanted to. Not with what he told you about his family, you already knew his parents wouldn't accept you if you weren't what wizards and witches call a 'pureblood'. So, even if you had possessed magic, you'd be what they call a 'muggleborn'. Nothing close to a pureblood.

"I know you're wondering why, but after all you told me you could be disowned for simply interacting with me" your voice cracked and you pulled your hands from his. No matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't give in. "Because we're able to be just you and me within these walls, but when we go outside you're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all" Finally, you allowed your tears to flow freely "No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you'll be mine? When you know it's just an empty promise. I'm just some muggle and you're a well-known wizard. Please Draco can't you see? It's never going to work out. You'll find someone better someday" You pleaded. "Everything keeps us apart. And I'm not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you. It's not up to me" But was it really not up to the two of you? A question on the tip of your tongue was igniting hope. "Draco tell me, when everyone tells us what we can be, how can we rewrite the stars?" The young Malfoy's eyes lit up when you asked him. Had his words finally gotten through to you? A noise left your throat, quiet, desperate and fragile. Had you intended for him to hear it? He didn't know. But hear he did. He heard the whimpers and whispers emitting from you as well as the sentence they formed "Say that the world can be ours. Tonight"

It was then and there that you gave in and just crashed right into his chest. Tears staining his dress shirt as he held you steadily, his lips pressed against the top of your head. "All I want is to fly with you" you murmured against his chest, voice muffled by the fabric of his clothes. A chuckle resonated in Draco's chest as he tilted your chin upwards with his finger, so you were looking straight at him. His thumb wiping the leftover tears as a small smile made its way to his face. He leaned in closer to your face to the point where his lips were ghosting just above yours "All I want is to fall with you. So just give me all of you" He breathed against the soft skin of your lips, hovering there for a moment before you closed the gap completely. Your lips fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. Both of you pouring everything you felt into the kiss. Your hands soon found their place in his soft platinum hair and from one moment to another he had you pressed up against a wall, how or when that happened you didn't really know, nor did you care for it much. After pulling apart you bit your lower lip while observing him. His breaths had gotten more rapid, blonde-white hair disheveled, a pair of swollen lips parted slightly, cheeks tinted in a rosy tone and dilated pupils in pools of silver admired you.

A sad expression decorated your features when your concerns came back to you. Of course he noticed your expression, a worried and irritated one overcoming his own features in the blink of an eye. "What is it love?" he questioned, an eyebrow arched in confusion. Your eyes met once more when you informed him of your fears "It feels impossible" you whispered. A soft grin tucked at the corners of your lover's lips after his hearing picked up on your words, one hand came up to cup your cheek and caress it with his thumb, while the other brushed a strand of your (h/c) hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear "it's not impossible" Foreheads now pressed together with your arms looped around the back of his neck, you closed your eyes and exhaled "Is it impossible? Say that it's possible" "It's very possible darling" he murmured, displaying a smirk before connecting your lips again.

How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine?

Pure bliss is what you felt when you were with him. Nothing can keep us apart

The two of you together. Reunited. 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find

After all, this was your life. It's up to you and it's up to me

It was your decision to make, not one for society. No one can say what we get to be

And why don't we rewrite the stars?

Draco Malfoy and (Y/n) (L/n), an invincible combination. Changing the world to be ours

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The next morning you awoke in your bed, a strong arm which was draped loosely over your waist, held you within close proximity to his chest. His scent and the warmth against your back invaded all your senses. Slowly and carefully, you turned in his arms and admired his peacefully sleeping form. One of your hands lightly caressed his cheek as a small, bright smile made its way to your face. You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide

And for a few moments you really thought it was possible. You had inched closer to his sleeping figure, threading your fingers through his tossed, platinum hair, before you pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

"But I can't have you. We're bound to break and my hands are tied"

Taglist: @ateez-star

#draco malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #x reader #harry potter imagines #hp #songfic #rewrite the stars #angst #harry potter #draco x you #draco imagine #draco x y/n #harry potter characters #harry potter characters imagine #harry potter fanfiction #zendaya #zac efron

[karlajoyner]

first of all: i absolute LOVE your write

also....can you write an enemies to lovers smut with reggie or jeremy (what you feel more comfortable with), and if you have a taglist for jatp could you add me?

(english isn't my first language, sorry if there's something wrong!)

Why Wait? (Jeremy Shada x Reader)

A/N: So I got two requests a Jeremy one and a Reggie or Jeremy enemy to lover one so I put them in one. I have a enemy to lover one coming out about Charlie. It’s a smut and gets well aggressive so make sure not to read it if it makes you uncomfortable! It was as well per someone's request so I hope you guys enjoy!

Requested by: @epikskool (Tumblr)

@agotzmann (Wattpad)

Warnings: None

(P.S I do not do smut for Jeremy, Madison, Jadah, Booboo, and or Sacha! Only for their characters!)

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I sighed getting out my car unprepared for tonight's events. My best friend Savannah invited me to a game night with some of her co-stars from her new show on Netflix. They were nice people I visited on set a couple times when they were shooting in LA and got along pretty well with most of them. Well all except one. Jeremy. Jeremy Shada.

Flashback

I frustratedly walked towards Savannah's set beyond pissed. I was visiting my best friend on set today when I anonymously received photos from an unknown number. After 2 hours of sitting in her trailer I had just confirmed that my now ex boyfriend had been cheating on me and to make it worse it was with someone who I though was my friend. I finally reached the location she was filming at watching as she spoke to the director who was probably giving her instruction. She threw a glance at me realization hitting her what we had suspected since I got the pictures was true. I stood back as she said something to the director before making her way towards me.

"Did you talk to him?" She asked.

"Yeah. He admitted it to me. He straight up told me he cheated on me" I said on the verge of tears.

"He's such an asshole" She whispered pulling me into a hug.

“I know. I just don't know what I'm gonna do Savannah. I live with the man for fucks sake" I sobbed pulling away.

"Well for starters your moving in with me"

"I can't do that Sav, our lease isn't up for another 2 months"

"Your not staying with that jerk for 2 months y/n. Over my dead body am I gonna let my best friend stay in the same apartment with such a pig" She said getting ticked off. I sighed knowing there was no point in trying to argue right now when I was filled with too many emotions to count. I simply nodded fidgeting with my fingers.

"Go wait for me in my trailer. I almost done with this scene then I'm done for the day. After that we can go pick up some clothes then head over to mine for a breakup ritual"

"You really think that'll fix this?" I asked letting another tear slip out.

"No but it'll sure help. We'll order takeout, paint our nails, and have a high school musical marathon"

"Your just saying that because you can't wait to drool over Zac”

"Well yeah but your gonna be doing the same"

"Fair enough" I said smiling at the girl.

"See you in a bit k?"

"Okay" I smiled walking away.

I was walking back the route I came from when I received a message.

"You know we don't have to stop it here if don't want to😏" I read aloud making anger boil in me. He's such a fucking Asshole.

I groaned in frustration suddenly feeling myself collide with something hard.

“What the fuck!?" I cried holding my forehead. I looked up realizing I had just collided with an opening door.

"Oh my god are you okay?"

"Do I look okay? Are you fucking serious?"

"Look I'm sorry but you don't have to be such a dick about it" The person spoke. I finally looked up seeing a guy around my age who looked awfully familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it.

"I'm the dick? You hit me with a fucking door"

"Look I said I'm sorry" He said sticking out a hand to help me up. I was so fed up with men today. I scoffed standing up on my own.

"I don't need your help. Just watch where your going next time"

"It's not my fault. I didn't know anyone was gonna be passing by"

"So it's my fault I just got knocked to the ground by an opening door?" I shouted holding the part of my head that was now throbbing.

"W-well n-"

"You know what save it! I'm tired of men today I'm tired of everyone" I said passing by the dark haired guy bumping his shoulder in anger. That guy ended up being Jeremy Shada. Savannah's cast mate. And now my worst enemy.

“I brought lasagna” I announced to the group of people who were in the living room. Specifically Charlie, Savannah, Sacha, Owen, Jadah, Tori of course, and unfortunately enough Jeremy.

“Yes!” Sacha shouted with excitement. I giggled putting down the dish in the kitchen going over to greet everyone.

“Hey Charles!”

“How you doin?” He smirked making me laugh.

“I’m doin good baby. How you doin?” I played along. Recreated one of my favorite scenes from friends.

“This is why I love you! You get me!” He shouted pulling me in for a hug.

“Hey Owen. Sacha” I greeted the two boys with a hug.

“Y/n! We missed you the last couple weeks on set”

“Owen you were shooting in Vancouver”

“I know we just really missed you. Savannah was no fun”

“I was fun!” The girl shouted form the kitchen.

“What he means is we missed our biggest cheerleader” Tori corrected.

“I am great aren’t I?” I jokingly flipped my hair on my shoulder earning laughs from around the room.

“I beg to differ” Jeremy’s voice spoke making me roll my eyes.

“Seriously? I just got here and your gonna start?” I asked looking at him.

“Hey! Guys! It’s game night let’s chill out tonight” Charlie tried to reason shuffling the uno cards in his hand.

It wasn’t the first time he or any of the other cast tried to talk me and Jeremy down but sometimes his side comments got to me so much that I’d burst. God I hated his luscious dark hair. And his snarky little smirk. And his beautiful brown eyes. And his adorable dimples.

“Charlie’s right” I spoke calming down.

“It’s game night. I’m with my friends and nothings gonna ruin that. Even you Shada”

“It was ruined the moment you stepped in”

“Man chill out” Owen said placing a hand on Jeremys shoulder. I watched as the two small talked on the side before turning my attention back to the rest of group.

Internally groaning I took a seat in between Jadah and Savannah who had finally made it back to the living room.

“Glad to see your lasagna didn’t come out burnt” Savannah said making me let out a giggle. Referring to the first time I tried baking lasagna.

“Sav that was one time and it was an accident”

“I can think of other things that were an accident” Jeremy said my eyes going wide. Gasps filling the room.

“Dude yo chill out”

“That’s low even for you Jeremy” I said standing up and making my way down the familiar hallway. I reach a room I recognized as Toris. Locking myself in. I began to cry sitting down on her bed in the center of the room.

That was it. Those were the words that finally triggered me.

Flashback

“Your a drunk! Can’t even take care of your own daughter!” “She was a fucking accident!” “You don’t mean that daddy” I cried holding my chest to my knees. Drowning out the voices of my parents fighting. Wanting anything. Anything to happen that would get me out of this house. But nothing did.

My thoughts were cut off by a sudden knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I questioned wiping the stray tears that had escaped.

“It’s me”

“Who’s me?” I asked sniffling.

“Jeremy”

“Go away you fucking prick”

“Can we talk? Please” He pleaded confusion hitting me. Why would he want to talk to me? Why now?

I made my way toward the door slowly unlocking it.

“What do you want?” I asked moving back onto the bed.

“I wanna apologize. Savannah told me about your parents. She also said if I didn’t cool it she’d have my head” He said moving slowly to sit beside me on the bed.

“Yeah. She’s a sweet girl but she’ll have your head in seconds” I tried to joke only to have more tears fall down my face.

“Look I’m really sorry for acting like such a jerk”

“A dick” I corrected him earning a chuckle from the guy.

“A dick. I’m really sorry”

“For the sake of our friends outside. I guess I’m sorry too. Sav always talks about how much of a great guy you are but I never actually got to know you. I honestly I don’t know why I always went out my way to attack you”

“I do” He spoke. My head cocking to the side in confusion.

“I mean I know why I always acted like that”

“And why is that?”

“Maybe it was to conceal the big fat crush I had on you since the moment I laid eyes on you”

“What?” I questioned looking him in the eyes.

“Don’t make me say it again. Look I’ve acted like such an ass especially lately. But every time I see you I just remember the first time we met. How beautiful you were. But then we interacted. And now I realize how terrible I really was. Then the way you reacted didn’t help the situation. I mean it looked like you weren’t having the best day and I made it worse. And guilt has been eating away at me ever since but I could never bring myself to apologize because of my stupid pride”

“Your pride is pretty stupid. But your face makes up for it” I spoke with a nervous smile.

“Was that a compliment?” He teased.

“So what if it was? What are you gonna do about it Shada?”

“Well for starters.....I’m gonna take you on a date. A proper date. Maybe to the beach. We could have a picnic. Make a day out of it. The I’ll drive you back to yours and Savannah’s. We’ll walk hand and had up to your door. We’ll make casual small talk about how great it was. Then I’ll say we should do this again sometime and you’ll agree of course. Then I’ll lean in at the last second and....kiss you”

He said our bodies seemingly to have gotten closer within the period he had begun talking to now.

“Why wait?” I whispered finally looking straight at him to see him already looking at me.

We gazed into each other’s eyes until our lips met in the middle. The kiss was short but sweet. We finally pulled away looking down I watched as he intertwined our fingers. Smiles plastered on both of our faces

This was it. No more backhanded comments. No more glaring at each other from across the room. No more uncomfortable tension in the air.

It was me and Jeremy.

————

Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader (Smut)

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Sacha Carlson x Reader

#alex jatp #charlie gillespie #flynn jatp #jeremy shada #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke jatp #madison reyes #owen patrick joyner #reggie jatp #jadah marie #luke patterson x reader #reggie x reader #alex x reader #sunset curve #owen joyner

[harryhighkey]

reassurance

hi! it’s been a really long time since i posted a one shot! i don’t really have a good excuse besides that life has just been really busy. but i genuinely do miss writing these. here’s just a little something to get me back into it 

______________________

It was late, and normally by this time you would be in bed with Harry and finding yourselves somewhere in between either a deep coversation, making love, laughing at silly things or even seeing a viral parkour video and asking him if he thought you could do it to which he would say,

“Baby, you can’t even walk up the hallway without tripping over.”

But currently, you were kind of avoiding going up to your bedroom. Harry had been off for the later part of the night. You couldn’t figure out why either and it was putting you in a weird mood, also. Usually you were so tuned in with him that you would notice even the slightest shift in his demeanour, as he would with you too.

However, whatever mindset he was in tonight really seemed to appear out of no where. You couldn’t pick where it came from at all. There was no argument, no significance with what day it was, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Hell, you hadn’t even been secretly binging TV shows you were meant to watch together behind his back just because you couldn’t wait after he got upset about it last time. You couldn’t even really tell if Harry’s mood was more mad, sad or anything else in between and you were dwelling over it. You couldn’t find any kind of clue and your brain was caught in a whirl of over thinking.

You sighed as your phone died, you’d been killing time by scrolling through Tiktok. It was the only thing that was keeping your brain distracted. This time, you had to finally make your way to your room where you knew Harry was. You couldn’t help but become a little anxious with each step. You were a big believer in being honest with feelings - and thought everyone else should be too - so when you couldn’t pick what was going on because something wasn’t being said, you felt so out of your element. 

You couldn’t help but to think you shouldn’t have to be feeling like this, it had been such a good afternoon and night. Your best friend had come over spontaneously, but that was nothing new. She did that about once a week, and her and Harry got on well. At first the three of you were hanging out, you’d had an early dinner and then Harry left you two, to allow you to have friend time. He was good like that, he knew how important friendship was to you. But that was never something that bothered him before.

You’d noticed his mood change when you went to ask him if he wanted a tea when you were making some for you and (Y/F/N). And the way he answered you was so strange, immediately you noticed and asked if he was okay and once again, his reply was not like his usual self. If you didn’t have a friend over you probably would have questioned him further, but you figured it could wait until it was just the two of you.

Which happened to be right now. And fuck, you wished it had been sorted out earlier so you weren’t overthinking how this was going to go.

You cracked open the bedroom door and stuck your head in, as if you were a guest in someone else's home and trying to find the right room. However, this was more your apartment, Harry had been living here ever since he got back from tour a couple of months ago, though.

He looked up and saw you peering in, “What are you doing?” He initiated the conversation, but it wasn’t said with any humour, you picked up on that. Things were still not completely okay.

You took the opportunity to come into the room fully, taking the few steps it took to reach your bed in your not so big bedroom. “Phone died.” You answered him while sitting on the side of the bed and reaching for your charger.

“That’s the only reason you came up?”

Shit, things were touchy with him then.

“What? No.” You answered him instantly, twisting to face him and bending one of your legs up on the bed. “I just got caught in a Tiktok scroll after (Y/F/N) left.”

“Told ya’ not to go on that before bed.” His tone was lighter and you smiled, unconsciously shifting more onto the bed and closer to him. He smelt so good, and his hair was damp. He’d showered already. “Keeps you up for hours. Good thing it died.”

“It’s not my fault I find the dumbest shit funny.”

“That definitely is your fault, that’s your sense of humour!” Harry laughed then, too.

“Oh my god, like yours is any better.” Harry was definitely no where near into social media as you were, but he would always come see what had you laughing at your screen. And sometimes he’d find himself laughing too, but it mostly made him smile to see you laughing. “I didn’t even get to do a twitter scroll yet.”

He frowned at that and looked away. The weird mood was back as quick as that brief moment of normal had appeared. Why? You hadn’t said anything to upset him, he knew you also enjoyed scrolling through twitter to see silly things to laugh at there, too.

“Hey,” He looked back at you as you got his attention. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He was being stubborn and you really had to fight against an eye roll. You hated when he was like this, it wasn’t all the time but enough to frustrate you when he wouldn’t be forthright with his feelings.

“Harry.”

“(Y/N).”

“Please tell me what’s going on. We had such a good night, I’m really not understanding this right now.” You were always very forthright with your feelings, sometimes that contrast between you two worked wonders and other times, it was challenging. Tonight seemed to be the latter.

He let out a deep breath and had a very deep in thought look on his face as he stared at his own feet stretched out to the end of the bed. God, even there propped up against the headboard he looked perfect. If your phone wasn’t dead, you would have picked it up and taken a photo. 

“Why are you smiling?” He caught you staring with that fond look upon your face.

“You just look really good right now.”

“You sure about that?”

What? 

“What?” The word appeared loud in your head and also exited your lips in surprise. That was not the typical reaction you received from Harry after complimenting him. You couldn’t help but to begin to think that whatever he was feeling off about was something not so major, in fact, something petty or he wouldn’t be acting so immaturely otherwise. “Tell me what’s going on, you’re being silly right now.”

Stubbornly he looked away.

“Harry, c’mon. You know this is gonna’ get to me if you don’t tell me.”

“Something you said got to me.”

“What did I say?” Your reply was a little defensive, you didn’t want it to be but you couldn’t help it. You knew something was off with him, but you didn’t expect it to be specifically something you done or said to him, because you truly thought tonight had been such a good and chilled out night.

“When you were talking about Zac Efron.” He finally admitted what was stirring in him and the conversation with your friend from earlier played in your mind.

-

“Dude, what?!” You displayed genuine surprise at what your friend had just told you. “There’s no fucking way, you’re lying.” After reminiscing over a funny memory that had happened when you and your friends had gone to see High School Musical Three at the cinemas, you’d been informed by your friend that Zac Efron was in a relationship with a girl he’d met at a cafe while she was waitressing.

“I’m not! Check twitter, it’s all over it.” She prompted you.

You picked up your phone then. “Oh my fucking god.” You exclaimed after typing Zac Efron into your twitter search bar. “This is like... real fanfiction shit.”

“I know!”

“She is living the literal dream, imagine dating the actual Troy Bolton. Her life couldn’t get better.”

“Personally, I’m more into a 17 again Zac Efron.”

“Or how truly beautiful he looked in Charlie St. Cloud. What a man.”

-

It was such a silly conversation with your friend, one that in all honestly, really had no significance. You, like many other people, were a big fan of the High School Musical movies and - once again - like many other people had a celebrity crush on Zac Efron at the time.

“Harry, you can’t be serious right now.” You couldn’t help but to let out a laugh, all of this fretting you had been doing over something so minor.

“Don’t laugh.”

“I’m sorry, but you have to know this is really dumb.”

“Didn’t you hear how you talked about him? Saying how his girlfriend has got the best life and shit like that.”

“Oh my god, you do not need to be this jealous right now.”

“It wasn’t very nice to hear, (Y/N).” You didn’t even realise Harry had heard you two talk about this, he must have gone to the bathroom or something and overheard as he walked past you two on the couch. But after his latest response you started to realise that all he heard was you two talking about Zac Efron, his current reaction probably meant he had missed when you talked about your own life with Harry.

“Did you stay around to listen to what I said after that?”

“No, I had enough.”

“Oh, baby, you really missed out on the good part.”

“What did you say?”

“I don’t know if I should tell you.” You know you shouldn’t be teasing him right now, but you really couldn’t help but to make fun of him. It wasn’t often that Harry got caught up in something more on the pettier side and you weren’t one to shy away from teasing in the first place.

“Don’t.” Along with his one worded reply, he scooted his body down to lay flat on the bed before rolling onto his side and groaning into the pillow. He knew this was one of the more trivial things he had gotten annoyed at you with, but he couldn’t help but to allow his jealousy to seek through. Not when it came to his dream girl.

Mirroring his movements, you too manoeuvred to be laying down on your side and once you were comfortable, you brought a hand up to run it through his hair. “Well, if you had stuck around to hear the rest of that conversation you would’ve heard me say,” He turned his head to face you then, genuine curiosity painted on his features and it truly took your breath away how beautiful he was this close up. “that I was living in the best fanfiction of all.” He started to smile then, he could notice the blush beginning to appear in your cheeks. You typically weren’t one for a sappy moment, so when you were this way he loved every second of it.

“Tell me more.”

“Well, I said to (Y/F/N), it’s kind of weird because Zac Efron is this celebrity crush, you know? Like a, never gonna happen but woah, that man-”

“I meant tell me more about me, not him.” He cut you off and there was a little anger in his voice, but it was at least mixed with a little humour this time.

“I’m getting there.” You laughed at him again. “Anyway, but, so were you once upon a time for me.”

“Hm?”

“Harry, you know this already, don’t make me say it.” Now you rolled over, except onto your back to look at the ceiling.

“If you want to make it up to me, I gotta hear it.” He wasn’t being serious, you knew he had already moved past the jealousy from before, but it was rare to catch you in a more romantic spiel and he wanted to milk it some more.

You let out a sigh before continuing. “Well, you know I was a One Direction fan.”

“I’ll never forget the night you told me.” You laughed at that reply from him and so did he, it came out when you were very drunk and made for lots of embarrassing moments the next day. 

“Anyway, what I was saying to (Y/F/N) was kind of along the lines of, if I could tell a younger version of myself walking out of her first One Direction concert that she’d be where I am right now, she’d... I don’t know, die or cry or something.” You turned your head to look over at him then and he was smiling in that way that made his dimple so prominent and the beat of your heart harder. “Like, yes, I have celebrity crushes from when I was younger, but, I’m so happy with you, Harry.” You rolled back onto your side, you wanted him to know you meant this. “This life with you is better than any fanfiction or daydream I could think ever up. You don’t need to be jealous, I have everything I want with you.” You didn’t intend for the mood to shift but tears of complete happiness had welled in your eyes.

Harry noticed and he brought his arm around you to pull you closer in towards him until your bodies were against one another. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

Handyman.

Pairing: Zac x Reader

Warning: A grain of smut (but seriously, that’s how non-existent it is)

A/N: Y’all have opened the floodgates on requests for this cutie pie. Here’s the first.

Request: “Are you sure it’s not supposed to go here?”

“I’m positive it’s not supposed to go there!”

Summary: With a recent move, Zac takes it upon himself to set up your bed. He quickly learns he hasn’t quite earned the title of “handyman.” 

Words: 1.6k

“Are you sure it’s not supposed to go here?”

“I’m positive it’s not supposed to go there!”

You lower the manual, in your hands, just enough to put your boyfriend back in focus.

Zac is across the room. Still wearing his sweatpants and white t-shirt from the night before, he is more wide awake than you are. It's nearly seven in the morning, and you're in no rush to shake away the sleep still bogging down your mind.

It's Saturday morning, and your excitement of purchasing your first place together was enough to convince Zac to set up your bed bright and early. You’re still not sure why he didn’t just have it delivered and assembled.

You impatiently check the time on your watch. The movers aren't set to come for another three hours. Zac has been working on the bed for nearly forty-five minutes. You offered to help, but he swore he didn't need it.

Or the manual. 

You scan the discarded plastic and boxes, a tiny smile spreading across your lips as Zac studied the pieces laid out across the room. 

"It looks like it should fit." 

Your gaze returns to the manual, your brow furrowing. 

"I'm pretty sure you’re gonna need these screws." You lean forward picking up the untouched bag of screws. Zac steals a glance in your direction before glancing back at the board in his hand. "Babe, just look at the instructions."

Zac glances over at you, his eyes rolling.

"I don't need the instructions," he grins. "It's just a bed. How hard can it be?"

Apparently, extremely difficult. 

Stepping over a discarded box, Zac tries for a second time to push the board into the slot. And for a second time, it doesn't fit.

"The boards should just slide into place-besides, I'm pretty sure it goes here," he grunts, a soft smile finding your lips at his stubbornness. He waves his hand towards the tiny portion of the bed he has managed to successfully assemble over the last forty-five minutes. "I've made it this far without that book, Y/N. I got this."

"It's called a manual for a reason. What is it with boys and directions? If it was supposed to fit it'd slide it much easier. We also wouldn’t need these-"

Pushing yourself off the ground, you sigh as Zac applies more pressure than the two previous times. Just as you're about to swat him out the way, Zac releases a grunt before shifting the board deeper into the notch. A triumphant “got it” follows as the board is forced into place.

You catch sight of his playful blue eyes, and boyish grin, as he admires his handiwork.

He places a quick kiss against your lips before shifting you aside. 

"Told you it would fit."

Zac gathers the second board, shifting it into place to form the second half of the bed frame. Each board that slides into place lets off a satisfying click, each a pat on Zac's back.

Once's he's assembled the bed frame, Zac turns to face you a triumphant grin on his face. 

"Piece of cake." He grins as his hands find your waist.

Guiding you back, he moves you towards the center of the room. Once he feels you're in a position adequate for admiring his handiwork, he wraps his arms around you.

With the mattress placed on top of the frames, the bed does seem pretty stable. But you could have sworn it looked crooked a few seconds earlier.

Your eyes narrow as Zac's chin rests against your shoulder.

"Babe, just because it's standing doesn't mean it was set upright." You use your foot to point towards the abandoned screws on the floor. "I'm pretty sure those were supposed to be used."

"They were spares."

"Spares? Did you even use any screws? There have to be fifteen screws on the floor-"

"You're just mad because I did it without your manual," he chuckles as he slips the book out of your hand. Tossing it the floor, he playfully squeezes your hips. "Just look at it, for a minute, and tell me that's not the best damn bed you've ever seen."

Your head tilts to the side. 

"I swear it's crooked."

Mirroring your actions, Zac studies the king-sized bed before shrugging his shoulders. 

"Looks good to me."

"Then by all means, maybe you should quit your day job," you giggle as he steps around you, the grin on his face growing as he studies the bed. "Become a handyman." 

"The first piece of furniture up in our new place, courtesy of me," Zac lifts his hand in the air, his brow furrowing as you make no move to meet the action. 

"Is it?" The skepticism in your voice causing Zac's eyes to roll. You do the same before lifting your hand to meet his, which is still waiting in the air. "How do we know it’s stable?"

Zac's hand runs over his beard, his brows furrowing in deep mock thought. He glances over at you, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Good question...Only one way to find out."

Your hands go up defensively but before you can take a step back, the air is pulled from your lungs. The blood instantly begins rushing to your head as your feet are swept from under you. He effortlessly brunts your weight against his shoulder, as he lifts you off the ground, your giggles making it impossible for you to catch your breath.

"Stop before you drop me-” Zac's grip tightens securely along the back of your thighs, his chuckle filling the air as you attempt to push yourself up. Your heart flutters in your chest as he turns towards the bed. "Do not throw me on to that safety hazard." 

Zac's weight teeters forward the shifting of balance causing you to squeal. Just before you hit the mattress, he returns to normal. 

Gently lowering you onto the bed, he smiles as your arms wrap around his neck. Although you are back on a solid foundation, you find yourself glancing around to check that it hasn't shifted.

Lowering himself down on top of you, Zac places a kiss against your lips.  

"See. It’s all about having a little faith."

"I have faith in you," you counter. Noting his raised brow you giggle. “I don’t have faith in this bed."

“Scale 1 to 100?” His brow piques as he pulls back to get a good look at your face.

“Since it didn’t instantly collapse? I’d say it went up-”

"To at least 90." Zac finishes your sentence with ease, the confidence in his voice pulling a giggle from your lips.

Your nose scrunches as you shake your head.

"A solid fifty."

“Unacceptable,” he smiles. “We’re not leaving this bed till it’s at least 100.” 

“It’s only right.”

"Besides," Zac mumbles as his lips find yours. Stealing a kiss, he smiles before shifting for better access to your neck. A smile pressed against your collar bone. “We gotta break it in. That’ll be the true test.”

"Naturally." You giggle, the warm fingers massaging your rib cage pulling a soft moan from your lips.

Shifting his weight, Zac presses a kiss against your hip. His mouth is warm soft against your stomach, passing over your ribs as he guides your t-shirt towards your chest. 

“Let the neighbors know we finally moved in.”

The kiss you place against his lips is all the confirmation Zac needs. 

Soon you’re both undressed, your fingers lost in his hair, his hips pressing into yours. It’s not until you swear you feel the bed shift, the boards releasing a groan, that your hands press against Zac’s chest causing his movements to halt. 

He lifts his head from your neck, his eyes finding your face.

“What?”

Placing your hand over his mouth, you ignore the rolling of his eyes. You listen, but the only thing you can hear is you and Zac’s breathing. 

“You didn’t hear that?” 

“No,” he chuckles, his lips pressing a series of very distracting kisses along your wrist. “I was kinda busy.”

"Babe, I think-”

“It’s fine,” Zac grunts you as he ducks down to kiss you. “Relax.”

Although his words may not have been the most reassuring, you find that your mind quickly abandons the thought as he starts to move again. Neither of you registers the groan from the bed once it initially bounces off the walls. The shallow breaths and giggles flooding your senses.

But the jerking of the mattress registers perfectly. 

Zac’s grip tightens around your as your scream fills the air. The right post shifts beneath your weight, knocking the entire frame balance off. The mattress shifts right, sliding towards the ground. The unstable balance kicks the other post out of its post causing the entire frame to collapse pulling you both, and the mattress, down to the floor with a loud thud. 

The slamming of it echoes throughout the empty house.

Zac's grip around your waist relaxes as your eyes meet his. The smile spreading slowly across his lips grows as your hands cover your face. His face drops into your shoulder, his body relaxing against yours as you attempt to steady the hammering of your heart.

Zac’s laughs make it impossible for you not to do the same. 

“I’m not even going to say it,” you giggle as you reach up to brush your fingers against his hair. 

“Good,” he chuckles as his lips press against your palm. “Because we both know what really broke the bed.”

“Shut up,” you giggle as he shoots you a sheepish grin. “It wasn’t even fixed to begin with!”

"You wanna finish?" He teases, the kiss he presses against the corner of your mouth pulling a giggle from you. Placing a second kiss against the same spot, Zac chuckles as you shake your head. "I can just shift the mattress a bit."   

#let me know what you think? #zac efron imagine #zac efron #imagine #zac efron x reader #zac efron one shot

[super-unpredictable98]

Sex Ed

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (The Eighth Child’ Verse - OC) Word Count: 1,4k Warning: Strong language, very mild sexual content.

(Masterlist)

"Don't look now," Klaus smiled mischievously. "But there's a very cute boy coming over here, and he looks straight."

"Oh..." I jumped on my seat. "Does he look like a surfer?"

"Yeah."

"It's Michael," I mumbled.

Michael was one of my classmates, he was fairly attractive with blonde hair in a shag haircut, hazel eyes, plump lips. He would sit by me sometimes, we would talk and he was a really nice guy.

Of course I always ended up comparing him to Klaus and he always ended up losing, but at the time I was pretty sure I was a freak for even thinking of my brother in that way.

I know we were not actually related and we grew up more like a couple of best friends or teammates than siblings, but in everyone's eyes, especially our father's, we were brother and sister.

"Hey, Vicky," Michael became slightly disappointed when he saw Klaus by my side holding my hand. "Sorry if I'm interrupting your date..."

"Hi, I don't believe we've met," Klaus smiled. "I'm Vicky's brother, Klaus."

"Ah, hey, man," Michael smiled. "I just wanted to ask if you have yesterday's product management notes? I got a little bit distracted and missed a few slides."

"Sure," I looked through my backpack and gave him my notebook. here.

"Thanks..." he nodded. "Also, I was wondering if you're doing anything this  Friday?"

"I was actually gonna watch Mamma Mia with my bro..."

"No," Klaus cut me off. "She's not doing anything, totally free."

"Looks like it," I pressed my lips together.

"Cool, would you want to watch a movie with me or something? We could grab dinner after if you'd like."

"Um..." I looked at Klaus who widened his eyes at me and gave me a very urgent nod. "Yeah, why not?"

"Alright, pick you up at seven?"

"It's a date," I agreed hesitantly.

"See you then," he waved as he walked away.

I waved back with an uncomfortable smile. Klaus waited until Michael was out of sight and looked at me with the biggest grin on his face. It hurt me a little that he was so ok with me going out with a guy, but he was just more conformed than me, he always has been, not to mention his poly tendencies, he just wanted me to be happy.

"You're going on your first date!" Klaus shook me by the shoulders.  "And the guy looks just like Zac Efron!"

For the rest of the week, Klaus wouldn't shut up about the date, he was way more excited than I was. I wasn't mad at the idea of going out with Michael, I did somewhat have a crush on him and we had been flirting back and forth for a few months, but I was very scared. I was 19, had only kissed one guy in my life on a spin the bottle game (which sucked), so needless to say I was still a virgin who never dated anyone.

When the day finally came, Klaus started preparing me as soon as I arrived from school. I walked into our living room and he was waiting for me on the couch with a pack of condoms.

"Hey, Schatzi," he smiled. "Come here."

I sat by him, my face burning red, I didn't want to connect sex with Klaus in my head, it was bad enough when it happened in my dreams and I woke up feeling guilty as all hell. I didn't want to take the risk of my mind wandering and thinking something that I deemed wrong.

"So, I guess you've decided that I have sex on the first date..."

"I mean, you don't have to, but you know," he shrugged. "Just in case things get heated you should take some with you, better safe than sorry. Dad never really gave you 'the talk', and mom was very technical about it."

"Did you steal this?"

"Does it matter? I can teach you how to put it on with your mouth if you want."

"I think I'll pass," I hid my face behind my hands.

"Oh come on, I wanna help you! I know how frightened you are of sex, and it's really not a big deal as long as you’re safe."

"Alright, share your wisdom with me," I leaned back, defeated.

That afternoon, Klaus explained everything he knew about sex, and that is A LOT, like really... I have no idea how I didn't just run away to hide as I heard those explicit tips.

Even as I was picking my outfit, he was still spilling his knowledge onto me. He was laying on his stomach as I desperately tried to find an outfit that made me look nice.

"Don't be scared to tell him what you like, he's there to please you too. I love when girls tell me what they like, it's the biggest turn-on because then I can do it and they feel good, which makes me feel good. With men I never have to ask, but with girls..."

"I don't even know what I like."

"I do, would you like me to teach him a little German?" Klaus joked.

"Shut up..." I shook my head embarrassed.

"This one," Klaus jumped when I touched a sundress that looked a bit like the iconic one from '13 Going on 30'.

"No, Klausie, it's too short."

"Trust me," he flashed me a wicked grin. "You have those beautiful legs for a reason, and your tits look so amazing in this dress."

I nearly choked with the comment, but it did raise my self-esteem enough to try the dress on. Once I did, Klaus stood behind me and rested his chin on my shoulder as I looked in the mirror.

"It does look good..."

"See? I told you" he wrapped his arms around me. "But it doesn't work with a bra."

Klaus unhooked my bra with one hand in the quickest motion I've ever seen. I  turned to him agape:

"Wow," I pulled it off and threw it away.

"It's a gift" he bit his lip with a smug grin. "Now turn around, let me do your makeup, Schnucki."

"Are you sure? You have a pretty heavy hand..."

"Don't worry, I'll make you look even sexier."

That night I found out that Klaus does his eyeliner all smudged by choice, he's  actually great at doing makeup! I have done that for him millions of times, but he had never done it for me, I was very pleasantly surprised with the result.

"This is incredi... Shit!" I mumbled as I heard a knock on the door.

"Oooo, your sexy surfer is here!"

I sighed as I opened the door. Michael's face lit up when he saw me, it was actually kinda cute...

"You look gorgeous," he took my hand.

"Thanks, you too..." I was starting to second guess my decision to go out with him, it was way too scary.

"You better take care of her, or else..." Klaus tried to sound threatening, but he just looked like a crazy person.

"I'll do my best," Michael nodded.

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The date wasn't bad, it wasn't good either. He was handsome, sure, but not nearly as handsome as Klaus or funny, or charming, or nice... At that time I thought that was the best I could get. I came home feeling a mixture of sadness and shame.

It was about four in the morning, so I quietly took off my clothes, put on the first shirt I found, and wiped my makeup off before joining Klaus in bed, doing my best not to wake him up.

"So, how was it?" his voice nearly made me scream.

"Klaus! I thought you were asleep."

"I tried, but I couldn't sleep without knowing you're home safe," he turned to me, enrapturing me with his long arms. "Tell me, how was it with him?"

"It was okay."

"Just okay?"

"Yeah... I'm no longer a virgin, so there's that."

"What?" Klaus screamed. "That's a pretty big fucking deal!"

"No, it's really not, I don't feel any different..."

"My Schnucki popped her cherry!" he squeezed me. "Tell me everything."

"There's not much to tell, Klausie."

"Oh, then he must be shit in bed."

"It wasn't horrible."

"That's never a good thing to say after sex," he chuckled. "But don't worry, lovely, it will get better, I promise you."

"How can you know?"

"I have a feeling..."

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Drunken Confession–Zac Efron

The last thing I expected to come home to after a long week at work was a drunk Zac sitting on my doorstep.

"There's my girl," he slurred. When he looked up at me, I saw he had a black eye and a busted lip. I looked down to see his knuckles were bleeding.

"What the hell happened to you?"

He tried to sit up but ended up falling back down, laughing way harder than necessary.

"The last thing I remember is being at a bar," he giggled.

"Clearly," I sighed as I bent down and helped him up.

Once we were standing, I wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I unlocked my door and carefully led him inside. I slowly put him down on the couch before heading into the kitchen. I grabbed some crackers, a bottle of water, and a first aid kit.

When I walked back into the front room, Zac was laying down. I knelt in front of him and quietly started cleaning his cuts without waking him. I was able to stop the bleeding on his lip and the cut on his forehead. I was rubbing some face lotion on his bruised eye when he started to wake up.

"Morning," he whispered. I coughed when I got hit in the face with his alcohol-soaked breath.

"It's 5 o'clock," I sighed as I helped him sit up.

"AM or PM?" He joked.

"PM," I sighed.

I sat on the coffee table in front of him and continued cleaning him up. The entire time I fixed his cuts and bruises, I could feel him watching me with a weird look on his face. When I was done, I put everything away without breaking the silence.

"Okay," he sighed, slightly laughing. "I know you're mad at me."

"I'm not mad," I shrugged. "Just concerned."

"Awwww," he cooed. "You're concerned about me."

He tried to hug me but I stood up and angrily turned towards him. "Of course I'm concerned about you. Not only are you drunk off your ass, but you're also beaten up. You can't just show up on my doorstep, looking like someone beat the shit out of you and act like nothing happened."

"Y/N," he stuttered as he tried to stand but drunkenly fell back down.

"What happened to you, Zac?"

"Nothing," he tried to say.

"Who did this to you?" I angrily cut him off. "Tell me what happened. Now."

"Okay," he sighed. "Just promise me you won't get mad."

"You're my best friend, Zac," I sighed as I sat next to him. "Of course I'm going to be mad that someone kicked your ass. Just calm my nerves by telling me what happened."

As he hesitated, he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. When I looked up and saw the expression on his face, my stomach did flips. Whatever happened that led Zac to get in a fight must've been bad.

"Zac," I whispered. "Just talk to me. You're really scaring me."

"I got into a fight with Adam," he finally confessed.

"What? Zac, why would you and Adam get into a fight? You're friends."

"We were drunk," he continued. "He started running his mouth and I got angry and. . ."

"And you punched him," I sighed. "You started the fight?"

"I had to," he stuttered. He looked up at me, the look in his eyes changing. He turned towards me, slightly scooting closer to me.

"What was he running his mouth about?"

"You."

"Zac," I sighed.

"He called you my shadow," he cut me off. He let go of my hands and ran his fingers through his hair.

Zac stood up and started angrily pacing back and forth in front of me. I sat back on the couch when I saw his shaking hands. He was still extremely drunk.

"So you aren't a big actress. You still have a tv show that's been going for five seasons. Besides, why do people keep thinking that we can't be friends because our careers are in different chapters? That's not why we're friends. And it shouldn't matter."

I jumped up when he stumbled. He would've fallen onto the coffee table if I hadn't caught him. He drunkenly giggled as I led him back to the couch.

"You're so good to me," he slurred. I gasped when he pulled me into his chest and laid us further into the cushions.

"Can I be honest with you?" He asked.

"You're going to be whether I say yes or no," I sighed.

"You're too good for me, Y/N," he mumbled. "And sooner rather than later, another guy is going to see how amazing you are and he's going to take you away from me."

"No one is going to take me away from you, Zac," I said even though he definitely wouldn't remember this tomorrow.

"Yes he will," he whined. "And I'm scared."

"That someone will take me away?" I stuttered.

"That a new guy will come around and you'll leave me for him," Zac pouted. "As soon as you find a guy who treats you amazing, like you deserve, I'll lose you. And that fucking terrifies me."

"Zac," I said, my voice breaking like my heart.

"You're gonna leave me," he said, sounding like a child.

"No, I'm not," I said instantly. He just scoffed as he pouted. I sat up and turned towards him. "Zac, look at me. I am not going to leave you. Ever."

"Not even when you find a new guy to spend all your time with?" He asked, pursing his lips like he was pouting.

I reached up and cupped his cheek in my hand. I gently rubbed his skin with my thumb.

"Listen to me very closely," I said softly. "It doesn't matter if I meet someone new. I will never leave you. Okay?"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

He reached up and grabbed my wrist, not pulling my hand away from his face. I got chills when he dragged his fingers up and down my forearm.

"Let's get you to bed," I said, clearing my throat. I stood up, pulling him with me. When we got to the spare bedroom, Zac suddenly pulled on my arm and stopped me.

"I love you," he slurred.

"You're drunk. You don't mean that," I laughed awkwardly as I took a step back. I gasped when he grabbed my hands and pulled me back into his chest.

"Yes, I do," he said oddly seriously. "I'm in love with you, Y/N. I have been since forever! Remember when we were little and you called me your superhero? That's when. The first time you said I was your hero, I was done for. I was in love."

"Stop," I cut him off. I had tears streaming down my cheeks as I pulled away from him. I took several steps back and wrapped my arms around myself.

"You don't know what you're saying, Zac. You're drunk. Sleep it off and we'll talk about it in the morning."

I quickly turned around and walked to my room, a sob getting stuck in my throat.

                               * * * * *

I woke up the next morning to dishes being set down in my kitchen. I sat up, grabbed my cardigan, and left my room. My heart stopped and my breath got stuck in my throat when I saw Zac moving around in the kitchen.

"Shit," he said when he looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. "I woke you up, didn't I? Damn it. I was trying to be quiet. I was going to surprise you, but clearly, I screwed that up."

"What are you doing?" I stuttered.

"I was trying to make you an 'I'm sorry I came to your apartment drunk off my ass' breakfast," he shrugged, smiling goofily at me. Usually, that smile always made me laugh. It fell when he saw it work.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Instead of answering, I asked, "What do you remember from last night?"

"Everything," he laughed. "I wasn't that drunk, Y/N."

"Zac," I said sternly. I looked up at him, frustrated tears in my eyes. He put down the spatula and ran over to me.

"What's wrong?" He rushed out as he rubbed my arms reassuringly. "Did I hurt you last night?"

"What?" I gasped. I sighed as I shrugged his hands off me. "No, Zac, you didn't hurt me. You just. . . You said something that is really confusing and unfair if it isn't true."

"Wait, what did I. . ."

"You said you were in love with me," I rushed out, looking away from him. "You said you've been in love with me since I called you my hero when we were kids. Is it true? Or was it just some stupid drunk thing you said? Because if it wasn't true, I don't think I can go back to normal. Not when I. . ."

I gasped when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. It took me a second before I started to kiss him back. When I did, I let out a small moan as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt him smile into the kiss when he let go of my face and pulled me tightly into his chest. We broke apart, laughing, when we had stumbled backward and bumped into the island.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, out of breath. "I just. . . Maybe I shouldn't have kissed you. I needed you to stop talking so I could show you that it was true. I guess I could've just told you it was true instead of jumping you. . ."

This time it was my turn to cut him off by kissing him. He laughed into the kiss as he moved his lips in sync with mine.

"What is it with us kissing each other to shut the other up?" He mumbled into the kiss with a small chuckle.

"I don't mind," I whispered as I deepened the kiss. I gasped as he picked me up and set me on the counter, standing between my legs without breaking the kiss.

I moaned as he dragged his tongue across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. The second I opened my mouth, he started exploring every inch of it with his tongue.

He broke the kiss, both of us struggling to catch our breath as he started kissing my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access, and moaned when he found my sweet spot. I gasped when he bit down.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly as he quickly pulled away. "We're probably. . . This is. . . I mean. . . We should talk about this before we do anything."

"You're right," I whispered, still trying to catch my breath. He gently grabbed my waist and lifted me off the counter. When my feet were back on the ground, he didn't remove his hands. I looked up at him, nervously biting my bottom lip.

"Or we could talk about it later," I whispered. Zac smirked as he pulled me closer into his chest, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

"Later it is."

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