#i might go back to college for performing arts next year but if i wanna do that i have to make? money? disgusting

[sunnysviolin]

Kel and Aubrey going around interacting with people to learn about the different cultures everywhere as they travel, wearing cultural outfits, participating in cultural activities, just having an overall good time...

Would they be good at any cultural dances? Since they're traveling to Spain first, I can just imagine Aubrey in a flamenco dress with Kel as they just dance together and enjoy themselves (or maybe Kel wearing the dress- or maybe both of them wearing dresses-)

...I kinda wanna draw them dancing around together now.

-from a videogame-world traveling anon

nonnie.....nonnie wait....if you drew something we created together I would be SO EMO WAIT!!! No oh my god like my brain literally just exploded like art?? ART??? I wanna be able to draw so bad...but I can’t I just gotta continue on w my lil writing bits....here take some more writing bits nonnie

*Singing to myself* This got lonnng againnnn I’m putting itttt under a readdd moreeeee

Kel’s parents are....less than pleased to find out their son isn’t directly going to college like Hero did, and they make that known. 

They don’t approve of his choice to take at least one gap year. They don’t approve of him not continuing his education. They don’t approve of him throwing away his life for that bad girl that spent so many years terrorizing him. Even two years after changing her ways, Aubrey is still regarded as a nuisance among the town old timers. Kel’s parents tell him plainly that they don’t approve of Aubrey, and they won’t be changing their mind. 

Which leads to Kel having a minor breakdown and finally admitting what he’s known his whole life- that he will never be good enough to measure up to Hero, and he’s finally tired of trying to be someone he’s not. He isn’t Hero and he never will be, but for once he wants being Kel to be good enough. 

Seeing their bright positive middle child finally crack under the weight they’ve been unintentionally laying on him is...it’s painful. Kel’s parents never meant to make it a competition between their sons, they just wanted what was best for both of them. 

Having Kel sobbing at their dining room table at 3:00 am on the night of his high school graduation teaches them that they might not know what’s best for Kel after all. 

So...yeah the talk the morning after that is filled with a lot of awkward pausing. Kel isn’t used to sharing his true feelings, and he isn’t used to exposing anything other than cheerful hope. Ultimately they come to an agreement. Kel can go with Aubrey, follow her and his heart on their crazy plan, but he has to spend the year before they leave working and earning and not just hanging around the house

That was Kel’s plan anyway, so he’s ecstatic. He calls Aubrey immediately after, and she comes over so they can plan things out together

That year before they leave is definitely not easy. They’re working multiple retail and menial labor jobs, spending 12-15 hours a day on their feet in steamy kitchens, being screamed at by rude customers, and delivering so. many. pizzas. 

At some point in that year Aubrey and her mother have the inevitable fight that has been coming her whole life, and her mother kicks her out. Aubrey shows up in the middle of the night with her things next to her. Kel’s mother welcomes her inside and gets her a cup of tea. Kel wakes up and comes downstairs the next day to see his partner curled up asleep on the couch under a blanket his mother had just finished knitting

His mother doesn’t explain anything (”It’s her story dear not mine”) but after Aubrey comes to stay with them his parents warm to her quickly. Aubrey and Kel are allowed to share the room that Hero and he once shared, but they’re adamant that the beds stay on opposite sides

((He and Aubrey fit cramped but happy into his twin bed every night, but she always wakes up early to switch beds in order to be respectful to his parents wishes)) 

Soon enough its the afternoon before their journey is beginning (They decided to redeye to Sevilla). They have hostel confirmation numbers for a dozen different European countries, a thick binder of plans and itineraries, and a joint account that has a surprising amount of money in it. 

Turns out working 15 hours a day, taking only your eight paid vacation days, and having all of your dates be creative free dates in the five hours a week you both have off together means that you are able to acquire quite the nest egg. Kel’s parents sit them down at the dining room table, and his father is shocked to see how this year has shaped Kel. 

It’s a strange thing to see your son as an adult for the first time. It didn’t feel strange when it was Hero, he always expected it from Hero. Seeing it in Kel rocked him. 

They drive the two young adults (calling them kids now feels...wrong) to the airport and make them promise to call and write daily. 

There’s an undeniable energy and excitement as they board the plane. He and Aubrey breathe an audible sigh of relief. They shouldn’t, but they sleep on the plane. After a year of running, they’ve earned it

OKAY SO THAT WASN”T AT ALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR....HERE HAVE DANCE LESSON HEADCANONS

Aubrey planned for everything, so she planned that they would need at least two days to recover when they finally got to Spain. The first two days are spent in a combo of sleeping and eating fantastic food and finally being able to spend a full night in bed together instea of sneaking unsuccessfully around Kel’s parents. 

She splurged and got them a private room at their first hostel in Sevilla. It was more expensive, but ultimately so very very worth it. 

But day three is when they start to explore. They finally venture off of the block around their hostel and began to deep dive into the tiny back paths of the city. They meet a nice handful of locals who invite them to breakfast the next morning (Kel’s spanish speaking skills are undeniably useful to them in this moment) 

And that night...that night is the beginning of the wish fulfillment she’s waited for since she was five years old. A flamenco lesson that promises an authentic experience, real outfits, and a party for all involved at the end. Aubrey was frugal with accomodations, but she spared no expense when it came to the experiences. Especially this one. 

Flamenco is traditionally a single dance with one woman, but she asked and Kel is allowed to come if he likes. The instructor in charge recognizes Aubrey from her call, and drags Kel over to where another man sits with a guitar. He and the man begin to converse in Spanish, and Kel seems to be rapidly making plans. He’s fine with only watching for tonight, this is her dream

Aubrey is thrust into a room with a bunch of other tourists, even a few from her own state, and a gaggle of women who work at the studio. They show her a row of gorgeous traditional dresses, an overwhelming rainbow of frills and explosions of color. 

Aubrey has let her hair go back to it’s natural color by this point, and her long dark locks catch the eye of one of the instructors who pulls her over to a corner of the rack of dresses. The instructor winks at her and pulls out a dress. It’s perfect. 

Kel is also having a fantastic time. He and the guitar player who’s name is Raphael are discussing guitar playing. Raphael wants to teach Kel to play himself so “He can play for his lady when she wants to dance for him again” 

All conversation stops when Aubrey walks out. 

The others are dolled up as well, but Kel only has eyes for his girl. Her dress is black, hugging to her waist and her body. As the ruffles of the dress begin on her arms and her legs, the dress goes from black to a striking bright red. Around her wrists and on her neck is bright gold jewlery, gleaming against her skin. 

Aubrey’s dark hair is wrapped up in a bun with a series of pink to red carnations following the curve of her hair. Her lips are tinged with maroon lipstick. 

Kel is left speechless. Aubrey asks him something and Kel just has to nod and try to catch his breath. The rest of the group giggle at their antics, and Aubrey rolls her eyes at him. She presses a kiss to his cheek, maroon imprint left in its wake, and then she is over with the other girls in front of the instructor. 

Raphael begins to play at the instructors insistence

The dance lesson is fun. Even just watching Kel has fun. Aubrey normally has a hardness in her eyes, a tightness in her shoulders as if she’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Within minutes of the instructors careful praise and guidance Aubrey is loose and even giggling. Kel hasn’t heard a sound like that from her since they were children. 

At the end the group performs the dance all together to a raucuous applause form Kel, Raphael, and the instructor. Then they all go to the patio behind the studio which has been decked out in warm golden lanterns with a table of food prepared. 

Raphael begins to play again and the others mingle close to the food. Aubrey takes Kels hand and they go to a separate corner of the dance floor. They don’t dance in any particular way, just holding one another and rocking to the melody. Her hair has begun to come out of it’s tight bun, but her eyes are bright with happiness and she can’t manage to stop smiling

That night under the glow of the lanterns is the night they first say they love each other. It was a given, they already knew it, but those words are saccharine sweet against their lips as Kel holds Aubrey close to him and they spin while the music plays. 

#videogame-world traveling anon #asks #anon #omori #omori headcanons #omori headcanon #i guess #omori au #world travel au #kelbrey #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori kels parents #This is cute #I love this sm

[slvtbible]

he just wanna say it

summary: harry has a crush on you. like a huge HUGE crush, my dear. and he has no idea how to say it to you

when he saw you walked into his house in Malibu, in a yellow summer dress, he knew he was captivated in that moment. you were holding a gelato in your hand while you share a laugh with your friend. That friend is, Sarah. She invited you to hang out in which he made a note to thank her later for bringing a pretty angel like you.

he was dying to get to know you, wanted to know every little thing about you. Also, he was drawing bunch of horrible scenarios in his head if he finds out you actually had a boyfriend. God, he would be crushed.

turns out—lucky him— you have been single for about a year now. When Sarah encouraged him to start a conversation because she caught him a few times glancing at you. he was nervous and stuttering, he felt his hands turned clammy as he introduced himself to you. you found that adorable to be honest, who knew you got a rockstar wrapped around your fingers.

fast forward three years, Harry’s love for you grows even more. He swears everytime you do something, his heart soars. Especially after knowing you teach kids ballet every Wednesday and Saturday. He thinks you look cute in your ballerina outfit and the way you smile at the little kids. One time you were his date to a charity event, and he swears on his Mother’s life he had never seen someone so gorgeous and sexy—in an elegant way— dressed in a midnight blue dress. God really did take His time with you. He knows it.

but after all that, he never found the courage to confess his love for you. All the 33 love letters , 25 love poems, 36 songs written about you, 17 mixtapes, 41 photographs of your candids are kept in a box. His secret crush on you is hidden inside that 152 art that he did. He doesn’t know how to say it, damn it he doesn’t. he never encountered a hard time while telling a girl he loves them but why the hell is it hard for him to say it to you? what’s the difference?

the answer is simple. because it’s you. you what makes it different

“you look so adorable with your hair like that... all fluffy and stuff” you giggle, messing with his hair for a bit before pulling your hand back. “don’t ever cut it”

“I won’t I promise” he smiles at you, admiring how beautiful you look today. In a simple black cami top and denim shorts, topped with black doc martens. You look like a pretty angel that comes straight out of 70s music video

the two of you decided to hang out for today, LA is quite nice and so he took you to a secret place where nobody could find both of you. you hate crowds as much as he is. he just wants it to be normal.

“anyway” you exhale reaching for the strawberry before taking a bite. “this strawberry is the best strawberry I’ve ever had. Good job” you wink at him, before dipping the fresh fruit in the chocolate dip.

he shrugs, looking out to the view before settling his eyes back at you. “i know you would like them. been eating these for a while now. tastes like heaven. Might take a few to New York next month.”

humming in response, you take off your sunglasses and setting them down on the basket. “Speaking of New York. You’re excited about your performance?”

he nods. Of course he does. He always is excited. Meeting new people, new fans, strumming his guitar. He loves it. Especially the adrenaline of the crowd.

“Very. Too bad you can’t come, love. Would love it if you were there” he smiles softly at you, fiddling with his fingers before he reaches out to wipe a strawberry juice from the corner of your mouth,

you give him a small pout. you really really want to be there but there’s alot of responsibilities you need to carry here. especially being a college student. “I’m sorry, puddin. i have exams and i know Dorothy won’t allow me to missed out a few days on ballet class before next month. I’m sure you’ll do great, yeah? you always do.”

that reassurance is enough to make him smile and blush softly. you always have faith in him, and his heart puffs out in pride because of that. Also, the way you call him ‘puddin’ and only him, his heart melted.

“we can do something right after you came back.” you reassure him again, then your eyes lights up and sits up straight causing the strap of your black tank top falls down a bit. “Doja Cat is performing next month! We should go! I can buy us tickets”

harry rolls his eyes playfully and grin while trying hard not to look at her bare shoulder. “I’m Harry Styles, angel. I can get them for free” he says, not in a cocky manner but more of jokingly. he’s far too good to be an asshole,

you can only scoff, giggling after as you slap his arm. “yea yeah. whatever rockstar.”

he giggles cutely at your response, looking down as he plays with the hem of his old Rolling Stones t-shirt that he sometimes lend it to you too,

“Mom said she misses you, you know?” He says, changing the subject while you sip on the tasty lemonade he made you. “told me you’re the only girl she’s ever liked being around. i said to her I’ll take you to my hometown if you’re not too busy anymore.” he informs, laughing nervously.

it’s silence after that which confuses him, so he cranes his neck and stare back at you. who has a cute smile on your face which he absolutely adore while biting down your pink coated lip,

“What?” He asks clearly confuse why she pulls that face,

tilting your head to the side, your smile grows even more. “have you been talking to your mama about me?”

then it hits him, he may accidentally confesses a small thing he shouldn’t have. his cheeks reddened in an instant as he turns back around and look down to hide his shy smile. “No...” he says in a cute small voice, like a little kid who just got caught taking a cookie out of the jar before lunch,

seeing him being so adorable truly melts your heart. Harry Styles, the Harry Styles has been talking about you to his mom. perhaps a crush? or about how a good friend you have always been to him? yet judging by the look on his face, the last accusation couldn’t be true. still you don’t wanna jump into conclusion.

after seeing him blush and still hasn’t died down, you reach over to him and give a small kiss on his cheek which causes his eyes to widen and blushes deeper making you laugh,

oh Harry, you truly are a gem

and he really really just wanna say it

*

i was bored and wrote this. but I personally think it was cute despite being too short lol, part 2?

#harry styles x reader #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurbs #harry styles #harry styles one shots #harry styles imagines #harry styles drabbles

[damfinofanfiction]

Chapter 13: A Change of Residence

A story posted on Friday the 13th? what could go wrong?

“What did you think?” Gail was showing Beatrice her new place. 

She had been staying at Beatrice’s place because she didn’t want to stay another night at Lenore’s. She found a Bungalow in Romaine street for rent. It was fully furnished, She brought her own items. The kitchen shared the same space as the living room with a door leading to her bedroom. Her grandmother's inheritance helped pay for the first month.

Beatrice said looking around, “Kinda thought you were getting a bigger place, but it’s alright.” she turned to her, “You have picked a nice place.”

Her previous homes, except for the shoddy place she stayed at, were bigger than her bungalow, but it was plenty for her. “I sure have,” Gail smiled, proud to have earned her own place.

“Lenore hired a maid,” Beatrice told her, “Just to let you know how they are doing.” She handed Gail a product covered in wrapping paper, “She and Sally had me send you a housewarming gift.” 

As she opened it, she found a sign saying home sweet home, a gift traditional to housewarmings. “Tell them I said thanks,” Gail told her. She hasn’t talked to them since the day of the heated argument and her outburst. Although they apologized for their comments about her and said there would be no more arguing, she could not take any more negativity. In a home without any tension, she felt more content.

Gail's last day at work in The Freshman took place outside USC's campus, where she and the other actors gathered around Harold Lloyd's character. She and Beatrice were previously in the Rose Bowl stadium as the members of the crowd watching the protagonist score the big Football game. Then they were on the field celebrating the win, waving the pom-poms.  Having to spend the day in the sun was uncomfortable for Gail. She couldn't bring her parasol for fear of disturbing the others. At least she had a hat to give her plenty of shade. Watching Lloyd play had reminded her of Buster Keaton’s Three Ages where he also played football. She couldn't compare the football scenes, though Lloyd’s scene was a bit suspenseful while Keaton showcased his aerobic abilities to the play. Gail thought he would have made a fine college movie; it might still be possible while Buster could pass off as a college student.

When their scene was over the assistant director requested the background actors and actresses to come by the studio in Culver to receive their pay.

Beatrice spotted the director, who’s still in the area, and told Gail, “I’m going to talk to Sam Taylor, wanna go with?”

Gail replied, “I'd like to, but I only want to work with Buster Keaton.” 

Beatrice shrugged, “Well, I hope he’ll boost your career.” 

When Gail headed towards the bench by the bus stop to wait for the redhead, she picked up a discarded newspaper from the ground, intending to throw it to the nearest trash can, but couldn't resist reading it when she sat down. Her eyes widened when she reached the performing arts section of the paper; it was advertising the play. It was traveling across the country and now has made its last stop here in Los Angeles. It wasn’t the play that intrigued her, it was the actress that was featured on the bill; Dinah Larson. The one person that Gail truly despised is coming here. Larson had beaten her at a local beauty contest in Churchill County five years ago. She won a role for a film in Hollywood, but after a screen test, she chose to be a stage actress and got free acting lessons instead. Gail scowled at the memory of Dinah stealing her dream only to waste it so much that she crumpled the paper and threw it away.

“Something wrong?” 

She turned to Beatrice who just came next to her. “Oh, it’s somebody I knew growing up.” while looking out for their pickup, Gail asked her, “What did you hear from Sam Taylor?”

“He actually left before I was able to, but he’s coming back to the studio so I’ll get to meet him there.” she sat down next to Gail who was shielding her eyes. Are you sure you don’t want to talk to Sam Taylor? You already worked at Keaton’s film.”

“I wanted to be his leading lady in his upcoming film and I won’t ruin that chance.” At that point, Gail was no longer concerned about Dinah Larson and what happened in the past. She was already appearing in films while that woman was out doing stage work. She knew she would have a fair chance of reaching prominence of being part of the silent era.

********************

A Birthday party for the Three Talmadge sisters occurred in the home of Norma and Joe Tuesday afternoon. Friends who stopped by were asking William “Buster” Collier and Dutch if they’re engaged. Meanwhile, the other Buster sat next to his wife at the table where the Keaton youngsters were treated with cake and ice cream with pink candy. Keaton had to get off work early so he could attend the party. Everyone then went outside to witness Joe, Norma, and their gardener plant a tree on their Estate. 

Buster and Natalie also planned to plant their tree on their property in Beverly Hills after the party. Keaton had purchased the land there last December and he was still paying for the construction, so he and Natalie decided to sell the mansion. 

Upon returning inside, some of the guests brought some gifts for the Talmadge sisters. Since Natalie’s actual birthday was tomorrow, Buster didn’t need to give her presents during the party. Her gifts from him won’t be expensive, he had arranged to have a bouquet of flowers delivered to the door on the day in the next afternoon

Keaton went out to the patio for a smoke. Collier joined him there to escape those who seek gossip.

“How did it go with the film idea?”

“Lex and I have already thought of the story,” he grinned.

“Swell! what’s it about?”

He said as he waved his cigarette, “A lonely man, played by yours truly, goes town to town finding a job and a friend. He then was inspired to seek out west where not only he found work, he also found an unlikely friend; a cow.”

“A cow?”

Keaton nodded, “Yes, the jersey kind. My crew is looking for her.”

“There are surely hundreds of cows like her in this country.”

“We’ll find her in time. No doubt.” he knew it would be a long search though.

Then Keaton sat up straight when he noticed Schenck came to him, “Hey, Keaton I was just looking for you.”

“I’ll leave you two alone for a bit,” Collier said as he left the patio.

The middle-aged man sat down next to him, “I would like to make an adjustment to the film.”

Not this shit again, he thought while frowning.

“We still have to find a leading lady.”

“We are. Just told Collier we’re looking for cows.”

“I meant a human lady,” he reprimanded him, “No one wants to see Buster Keaton getting too friendly with some Bovine.”

The film didn't need romance, the character’s priority was friendship. In the last movie, I proposed to too many girls for the love of mike.”

“You can keep the animal but we need an actress, they won’t be harder than cows.”

He would further object but he just thought of Gail. She had told him she wanted to work alongside him more than anything. "I think I have an actress in mind.” Keaton told him,  “I have to ask her first."

********************

As May just bloomed once again, Gail and Beatrice attended an evening reception held for Mack Sennett. Beatrice brought two men for their plus one. One was dark and tall, the other was dark and short. They were in awe when they entered the Biltmore hotel. Gail thought it was the most exquisite she had ever seen. It felt like she landed in another country.  They were lucky to be invited since they still technically work for Mack Sennett. Her other reason for going was that she had received a letter the day before from Buster that he was considering her for a role as his leading lady. As exhilarated as she was about the news, she felt as though she could float. She wanted to thank him personally, but she didn't want to bother him, so she left a reply note by his studio.

 When Gail first appeared in the ballroom, some of her guests mistook her for Theda Bara due to her dark makeup. After they had sat down to their table, the tall one, Bruce brought his flask from the pocket of his jacket and poured on each of their glasses. Gail offered to be the designated driver of his automobile, so she took one sip while the rest of the group finished off the flask. The music started playing, She went up to dance with her short date. Male guests were cutting in to dance with her. Some of them were actors that she wasn’t familiar with.

All of that dancing reminded Gail of the times when Sally took her out to nightclubs. The songs were more upbeat and livelier than the one playing now, and they danced the Charleston. She felt bad for not including Sally in the soiree but she was busy at work at the time and she didn't care for the classy decorations.

Shortly after returning to the table, Gail went to use the woman’s room, after doing so she then washed her hands and reapplied her makeup. She turned to look at the woman beside her splashing water on her face.

Gail recognized who she was, “Mabel Normand?”

The chestnut-haired actress looked at her, “Yeah?”

‘I’m Gail Anders, I used to be Mr. Sennet’s bathing beauty.” She fixed her hair even though there’s nothing wrong with it, “I look up to you as a role model.”

She appeared to be drunk when she responded, “Aw bullshit, you look like you idolized Theda Bara more than me.”

She was half surprised to hear a cuss word from someone famous, “No really, you inspired me to be in the movies, you’re one of my favorite actresses and you taught me that pretty women can be funny too.”

“Alright, I believe you,” Mabel held onto the edge of the sink as she needed it to support her balance. “It’s nice to have someone acknowledge me. Having to remember that I was an actress,”

“Are you feeling alright?”

“After having a former collaborator on trial, being accused of murdering a fellow director, and having my chauffeur shot a rich guy, I’m fucking fantastic.”

Recognizing her facial expression, Gail requested, “Do you want a hug?”

Although Mabel didn’t answer, she had leaned toward Gail, letting her hold her close. She patted on the actress’s back as she coughed onto her handkerchief. After letting go, Normand chirped out “Thanks, I needed that.”

With some composure left she applied her makeup, "Here's my advice to you. Don't make a scandal out of anything you do. That's all I've got.” Gail watched her in remorse as Mabel Normand left the bathroom, acting as if she regretted coming here.

When it was time for them to call it a night, Gail drove Beatrice and the guys home. It was dark. She was bothered by what happened. Though she was in her early 30’s, the actress acted like a has-been. She hadn’t been the same after her films were banned in movie houses following the murder of director William Desmond Taylor with which she was allegedly involved with. Gail barely remembered when she last saw Mabel Normand in a film. As bad as she felt for the actress, she hoped she wouldn't end up like her.

Her attention was drawn to lights coming from the side shortly before she felt the collision. Crash! 

A couple of days later, Gail woke up in the hospital. She never realized that she was supposed to stop before a Ford Model struck the left side of the vehicle. Everyone survived but was a bit banged up with a few bruises and light concussions. The driver of that car also had suffered a concussion in addition to a broken nose. Everybody had gone home when they had recovered but Gail had to stay for an extra night because she suffered a broken arm.

A nurse came in through the hospital drapes, “Good morning, glad to see you awake.” She handed Gail a tray of breakfast. When she went to spread butter on her toast, she realized her left arm’s in a cast, therefore immobile. Then the doctor came in to give her a physical such as checking her heartbeat, reflexes, and blood pressure. 

“Miss Anders?” a nurse called, “You have visitors.” Sally and Lenore came in holding the bouquet. Gail smiled at the sight of her friends.

Gail was lucky. if the car that crashed them were bigger, they would've been killed or seriously hurt. Unfortunately she was going to be Keaton’s leading lady. How can she tell him?

Sorry it may be a bit crappy but I'm going on vacation soon and will probably edit before I leave the next day.

#Buster Keaton #buster fic #buster keaton fandom #buster keaton fanfiction #mabel normand #silent comedy #silent era #silent film #actor RPF #harold lloyd

[phantom-sunset]

Thank yo so much to @screwunsaidemily​ for putting this gift exchange together.

This one is for @penguin-writes-books and is inspired by the above song

Titled: Polaroid

Rated: T

Ship: Willex

Alex has been distant recently, It wasn’t anything they had done. It was his family. His parents, to be more specific. He had finally come out to them and well...it didn’t go well. They’d stopped speaking to him completely and when he was home, pretended he wasn’t even there. His mother looked through him and his father never stayed in the same room if he was there. Alex could feel it was only a matter of time until they kicked him out completely.

Julie hadn’t joined in the anxiety party Luke and Reggie were throwing for Alex but instead patiently waited. She had an idea, she always knew when one of her boys wasn’t okay. She never pushed though, and instead waited for them to be ready to come to her.

Ray was waiting as well. Both he and Julie, and maybe Carlos too, had an idea of what was going on. Ray had already gotten their second guest room ready for Alex, for when he was ready to open up to them. When he was ready to live his life completely out in the open. Ray had hung a rainbow flag off of the porch, just a little outward sign that Alex was safe and welcome in his home, that all of them were.

Reggie had come to move in with them when he had come over with cuts and bruises littering his body. That time Julie did not wait. She went to Ray and together they went to Reggie’s house, packed his things and brought him back to his new home. That was four years ago, when Reg was only thirteen.

Luke was a different story all together. When he began to get quiet and his energy seemed to diminish, they all noticed. Reggie and Alex had bothered him until he spilled everything. Julie had waited instead. She sat next to him quietly, worked on music to distract him. Held his hand when he cried on her shoulder. Played big spoon to his little when all he wanted was to feel loved and safe.

When Luke had finally let her in, she walked right up to his parents house the next day after school and refused to leave until they sat down and watched the entire video history of Julie and the Phantoms YouTube page. She sat there for hours until they admitted that their son was full of talent and that instead of forcing him into an engineering degree that would absolutely destroy his spirit, they should support his music major.

They had agreed when Julie sat quietly on their couch and simply stared at them expectantly without blinking. She might only be seventeen but she was scary when she needed to be, Rose had made sure of it. 

                                       ___________________________

Alex really wants to stay home tonight. He’s not really in the mood to see anyone but none of his friends would allow it. He was pretty sure that the moment he came home today, his parents would kick him out. It was getting pretty blatant. If they didn’t do it, he was going to at least.

Julie hadn’t joined in the anxiety surrounding Alex like the boys had. Instead she convinced him that one night out wouldn’t kill him, adding on that if he got too anxious they’d leave straight away. 

Julie knew that Alex definitely wasn’t ok but she knew it was a matter of time before he spilled his soul to her. It’s just how they’d always been, since they were kids.

Carrie is having her annual Valentines Day party tonight. Flynn’s cousin is in town touring UCLA for the week. He’s planning on starting in September. He is super cute and extremely Alex’s type.

So Julie is planning a secret set up. Alex has no idea but she’d let Flynn, Reggie, and Luke in on the plan. She was still shocked no one had told him about it but counted it as a win. One fourth of her best friends deserved a distraction and boy was Willie the perfect one.

“Are you guys ready?” Julie said as she walked into the studio that had somehow unofficially become the boys home. Even though Ray had made sure they all had their own space in his house.

Reggie was pulling a bright red shirt over his head, his black ripped jeans and combat boots already on, his leather jacket hanging lovingly over the back of a chair.

Luke was pulling on a white tee with “My Bloody Valentine” printed across it, a butcher knife dripping blood cut through the print. “Cute” she says to him as she takes in the shirt. She isn’t just talking about the shirt and he knows it but he smirks at her and winks. She rolls her eyes and turns to Alex.

He’s wearing a baby pink t-shirt and light colored blue jeans. His black and pink air maxes complete the look.

“No. But I doubt you’ll let me sit this one out.” Alex answers her question.

“You’re right. Let’s go, the Uber's here.” Julie puts her arm through his, pulls him towards Reggie where she loops her other arm and waits for Reggie to thread his arm through Luke’s. They skip down the driveway, Luke’s humming ‘We’re off to see the Wizard’ as they go.

When they pull up to Carrie’s it’s jam packed. Parents dropping their kids off, Uber’s dropping off their riders, and a lone skateboarder, weaving between bodies like he’s made of air. Julie smiles because she’d recognize that long brown hair anywhere. The guy hasn’t cut his hair since elementary school.

As they walk in, there’s staff dressed in red and white handing out brand new polaroid cameras to each guest as they come in. “To save the memories being made here.” He says to them. 

“Obnoxious, isn’t it? All that money and we get outdated cameras” Flynn says from Alex’s side. He jumps up, startled at her sudden appearance.

“Fucking hell, Flynn. Stop doing that!” Alex hisses. 

“Why? It’s so much more fun when you react like that.” She answers. Julie, Luke and Reggie snicker from behind him.

“Anyway. This is my cousin Willie. Willie This is Luke, Reggie, and Alex. You already know Julie.” She says, pointing them out individually.

“Nice to meet you.” Luke says as he holds his hand out. Reggie echoes him and Julie smiles and goes in for a hug.

Alex hasn’t moved yet. He’s just standing there, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he takes in Willie. He’s cute as hell and taller than Alex which was saying something. His cheekbones reach for the sky, and a jawline that should be illegal. He’s smiling at Alex, holding out his hand to shake and oh god, this was embarrassing. How long has he been waiting for Alex to move? How long has Alex been staring at him like a deer in headlights?

“The malfunctioning one is Alex. Give him a minute, he’ll be right with you.” Reggie said as he tears open his Poloroid camera. He turns to Luke who has his arm around Julie and is busy whispering her ear and snaps a picture.

“Shut up, Reg.” Alex clears his throat and offers up his hand, finally. He’s willing the blush on his cheeks to retreat, it doesn’t.

“So, I’m thirsty. Let’s go get some drinks?” Flynn says, grabbing Reggie’s hand and pulling him. He grabs on to Luke’s shirt who grabs onto Julie’s arm and their little chain disappears into the crowd at the speed of light.

“So, they’re not nearly as sneaky as they think they are.” Willie says. A wide smile stretching over his face. 

God, he’s teeth are so nice. White and straight. He probably never even needed braces. Alex shakes his head to clear his thoughts and realises Willie is speaking to him.

“Huh?” God, he probably sounds like an idiot. Way to make an impression.

“Your friends, my cousin. They’re setting us up.” Alex chokes on his own spit. Were they?

He turns towards the bar where his friends are standing. All four of them are watching him and he narrows his eyes. Reggie salutes him. Luke gives him a bouncy thumbs up. Julie and Flynn are batting their eyes and drawing little hearts in the air in front of them, their lips puckered in exaggerated kisses.

Alex rolls his eyes and turns back to Willie who had followed his line of sight and promptly burst out laughing.

“Wanna head outside? It’s super noisy in here and something tells me they won’t come back until we’ve gotten to know each other properly.” Willie suggests and Alex nods his agreement.

They end up spending an hour together. Alex lets Willie go first and everything he learns makes him like Willie more. He’s about to start college, UCLA is his first choice and he’s already been accepted. He’s going to be moving in with his uncle Robert (Flynn’s dad). The tour was an excuse to come to LA in order to see his family.

He’s from San Francisco, and is majoring in art. He’s sold his work in different galleries since he was fifteen. His mom calls him a prodigy but he just thinks he sees the beauty in things others don’t. He paints, sculpts, and does photography mostly but otherwise dabbles in everything.

Alex tells him about himself. He’s in a band. All four of them have also applied to UCLA for music majors. They’re going on tour over the summer, down the pacific coast. He tells Willie about the time Reggie and Luke convinced him to eat engine hotdogs and they all ended up in the hospital with food poisoning. Willie found that story hysterical.

It’s as Willie searches up the Julie and the Phantoms YouTube page to watch clips of their performances that he notices something and interrupts Alex’s story about how annoying Julie and Luke are in their mutual stupidity when it comes to their feelings for each other.

“Hey, do you mind if I take a picture of you?” Willie asks as he pulls the camera up to his eye.

“Only if I can take one of you.” Alex answers. It came out faster than his brain could process. Braver and flirtier than he intended but he let the question hang.

“Sure, hotdog! As many as you want.” He winks and smiles at Alex and snaps the picture. 

The little rectangle comes out of the side of the camera and Willie is shaking it and still smiling at Alex as he snaps his picture. They're both shaking the film to let it develop and laughing at the thought of people only ever having to do this for their pictures.

“God, how did people survive in the 90s?” Willie asks.

“Right? Like they had to carry around separate things for everything. Music, cameras, phones, planners. The bags must have been huge!” Alex answers and they laugh again.

Willie reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sharpie, he grabs the picture of him from Alex’s hand and writes something on the white border. When he hands it back, Alex’s face turns red yet again.

                                        Willie C. - 2.14.2021 🖤

Alex decides to do the same and grabs his own picture from Willie's hand, writing his own down too before handing it back.

                                        Alex M. - 2.14.2021 🖤

They end up staying outside and completely missing Dirty Candi’s performance along with the rest of the party. Neither one is sure exactly how long it's been but Willie’s phone chimes and he looks down at it, startled.

“It’s Flynn. Wow, it’s midnight already? Looks like we gotta go. This was perfect, thanks for hanging out with me all night.” Willie says and Alex smiles at him.

“Yeah, I had a great time.” Alex answers as they both stand up. Willie turns to walk away but only makes it a few steps before he turns back to Alex.

“Can I kiss you?” Willie asks when he’s in front of Alex again. Alex freezes in response. He can’t do anything but nod because Fuck, he’s wanted to kiss him all night.

Willie laughs softly and puts both of his hands on Alex’s face and pulls him forward. It’s soft and sweet. Willie’s lips feel like cashmere and he smells like pine trees and coconut. The scent makes Alex light headed but he refuses to pull away until Willie makes the move to. Unfortunately it’s way too soon when he does.

“Thanks.” Willie turns and starts walking away again, leaving Alex to try and stop his brain leaking out of his ears since it’s now turned to mush.

“Wait! Can I have your number?” Alex shouts to him as he leaves. Willie turns, walking backwards as he shakes his head. The wide smile is still plastered on his face.

“Nah. It’s more fun this way, hotdog.” Willie answers, holding up the picture he’d taken of Alex. 

“I hate that name! It’s how I almost died!” Alex shouts to him. Willie’s loud laugh lingers in the air around Alex long after he’s gone.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Alex C. Mercer. The boy who hasn’t been seen all night.” Reggie says as he throws himself down in the lounger next to him.

“Well, as setups go, I’d call this one a success.” Luke says from his other side.

“I definitely saw some flirting there.” Julie says as she sits down between Luke’s legs.

“How would you know? It’s not like either of you knows what flirting is.” Alex smirks at the two of them. 

Reggie’s snickers come from behind Alex and makes it difficult to keep a straight face. Luke rolls his eyes and leans his head back, pulling Julie back with him so that her back rests against his chest. Julie punches Alex in the shoulder and sticks her tongue out at him.

                                   _________________________________

It’s a week before classes start at UCLA and Julie, Luke Alex, and Reggie are enjoying being back. In their own homes, in their own beds (Alex’s happens to be at Julie’s house now). They decide to go to the beach and invite Flynn along. 

Alex hasn’t mentioned Willie since valentines day and no ones brought it up. After all, he’s six hours away and had never given Alex his phone number. Sure, Alex had gone full FBI and found his Instagram page but it was private and Alex had never worked up the nerve to request him.

He thinks about him a lot though. Looks at the picture in his wallet more than he’d ever admit. He doesn’t have to come out and say it to anyone though because they’ve all caught him with it. Julie just smiled sweetly and left it alone. Unfortunately, Luke and Reggie are assholes so they bring it up all the time.

So here they are, spread out on the beach and Alex is getting thirsty. They’ve been here for a few hours and whatever supplies they’ve brought have been depleted.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab some drinks. If you freeloaders want anything you’re going to have to come with.” Alex says as he stands up and slips his flip flops on.

“Rude.” Reggie says and stands up to go with him. Julie goes too and the three of them make it to the cement. Luke stays behind with Flynn to discuss album art concepts.

They stop to make sure someone actually had the money and when Reggie pulls out a soggy twenty that he had accidentally went swimming with, Julie laughs at him. Alex pulls out his own thankfully dry wallet.

“Watch out!” The voice comes from behind Alex but he doesn’t have time to move out of the way before something solid and strong slams into his back sending him sprawling face first into the sand.

“What the fuck?!” He yells as he spits sand out of his mouth and brushes it off of his body where it stuck painfully.

“Oh man, You dinged my board.” The voice comes from behind him again and he turns, fury burning in his veins.

“I dinged your board? You almost killed me!” Alex yells back. He doesn’t look up, examining his skinned knee.

“Yeah, I did pancake you, huh?” he’s laughing now and Alex stands up to give this guy a piece of his mind but his thoughts are cut off abruptly.

He can see Julie and Reggie out of the corner of his eye, smiling widely and snickering to each other. God, he hates them so much.

“Hotdog! Wow, long time.” He says. Alex’s brain has shut off though because wow he looks better than he did on valentines day.

His skin is sunkissed, his hair lightened by the sun, and he’s wearing a crop top that shows off his toned stomach. Alex traces the V as it disappears under his waistband. Someone pinches his elbow and he snaps out of it. Thank you, Julie. 

“Willie, hi! How have you been?” When had his voice gotten so squeaky?

“I’ve been good! Starting school next week. Just finished moving in yesterday. How about you?” He answers. Julie and Reggie have walked away to the beach bar.

“Just got back from touring last night. Now we’re here. Relaxing before school starts.” Alex waves his hand out, encompassing the beach and the general area where Flynn and Luke are bent over her phone.

“You know, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that party. Kind of the best kiss I’ve had.” Willie chuckles and bumps his shoulder against Alex’s.

“Tell me about it.” Alex pulls his wallet out as he speaks. Pulling out the picture from his wallet and showing it to Willie.

“No way!” That smile that Alex hasn’t stopped staring at is back as he pulls out his own wallet and shows Alex the picture. The ink is faded, as if he’d been running his fingers over the signed name. The corners are crinkled and Alex beams because his looks just as well loved.

“Wanna join us?” Alex asks and Willie nods and smiles in response.

“Hell yeah!” He takes off his helmet and picks up his skateboard, following Alex back to their spot. The thirst that had been drying his throat moments before is completely forgotten when Willie laces his fingers with Alex’s.

#Julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #willex #Alex mercer #jatp willie #Julie molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #jatp flynn

[quyennie]

Worldwide Handsome

Pairing: Reader x Jin (BTS)

Word Count: 4992

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Cursing, unprotected sex, impregnation fetish, that’s about it

A/N: possible sequel (let me know if you want it); major thanks to @excindrela for being my editor and proofreader and telling me it didn’t completely suck balls

“I will never call you worldwide handsome.”

“Oh, really baby girl? Imma have you screaming worldwide handsome soon enough.”

“In your dreams,” you scoffed.

“Ha you dream of me too?”

Jin was your most annoying classmate. How did you two get partnered up for your final project? You swear your professor must’ve hated you because he knew you two didn’t get along. This was your biggest grade though so you had to pass which means you and Jin would be stuck together all semester. There was so much to do, rehearsals, practice, picking what scene of what play or movie, there was just too much and you knew Jin was just going to disagree with everything you said. You were both acting majors, so you had been putting up with him since freshman year of college since you both had to take all the same classes in order to graduate. It was now your senior year. You just had to pass this class and a couple others and then you’d be able to graduate and try to find work as an actress or at least somewhere in the world of the performing arts - you didn’t even care if you had to start out behind the scenes. Right now, you just really dreaded the idea of being stuck with Jin all semester.

“Okay, we’re stuck together. Might as well get started on the project now don’t you think?” you asked.

“Yeah, okay kitten,” he replied leaning back in his chair.

“Geez would you stop with all the pet names. I am not your baby girl or your kitten. I am y/n, and I don’t wanna deal with your bullshit all semester any more than you wanna deal with me.”

You were so annoyed. Why did he have to be your partner?

“You must really wanna deal with me then. I’m thoroughly enjoying this,” he laughed.

You had no idea how you were going to make it through the next sixteen weeks without slapping that smug ass grin off his face. Yes, he was cute, but you didn’t know how he ended up with the name “worldwide handsome;” and you just hated him for being so damn cocky about it.

“Ugh, can we just get to work. First of all, would you rather do a movie or a play to recreate?” you asked. You were starting to get a headache just from being in the presence of an arrogant snob for too long.

“You pick,” he honestly sounded sincere for once.

“Okay, I pick a play.”

“Sounds good, kit- I mean y/n” he said.

Oohhh, he almost called you kitten again. Nice save though. Maybe he wasn’t quite as bad as you thought, but he still annoyed the shit out of you.

“Which one?” you asked.

“Umm.. Shakespeare?”

Was that a question? “Yeah, Shakespeare is fine. Which one of his plays though?”

“Romeo and Juliet.” He didn’t ask but stated. There was no arguing.

You sighed, “Fine, which scene?”

“Not sure, let’s figure that out later. Would you like to meet up later for coffee so we can talk about it more? I’m so sorry, but I have somewhere I have to be.”

He sounded sincere enough, “Yeah, the café by the library fine with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around 7?”

“Okay, see you then,” you still didn’t like him, but once he stopped calling you pet names, he wasn’t all that bad. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to get through the semester. Maybe.

“See you then…. Kitten,” he winked and walked out of the classroom.

“UGH!!!” you couldn’t help but sigh. This was definitely going to be a long semester. What were you even thinking?

You went back to your dorm to drop your books off from your other classes and to just chill for a while. It was only 4:30 and you didn’t meet Jin until 7. Two and a half hours. What were you gonna do until then? It was only a 5 minute walk to the café. You decided to catch up on your homework for one class. That only took half an hour though. Two more hours to go. You laid on the bed and closed your eyes. Why did you see Jin when you closed your eyes? You were slightly annoyed but not entirely surprised. He was very good looking- it was just that he knew he was good looking… he was so conceited! You just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. You also wanted to scream his name while his head was buried between your thighs. This was gonna be a long semester indeed. You’d heard the stories. He was a womanizer: he would seduce you, fuck you, and be gone before you ever even realized what happened- and you refused to become just another notch in his bedpost. You wouldn’t give in to him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t imagine doing things with him, right? You still had well over an hour and a half before you had to be at the café, so you pulled out your vibrator and went to work pleasuring yourself to the thought of Jin’s beautiful mouth sucking your swollen clit while you moaned his name. You got off so fast thinking of him. How was that even possible?

You just had to remember not to give in. Could you hold out for four whole months? Of course, you could! You needed to pass that class, not become a fucktoy for Mr. Worldwide Handsome (gag). You cleaned up and decided to take a shower so you wouldn’t walk in smelling like sex. You put your clothes on, jeans and a low cut t-shirt (who were you kidding- you liked when he looked at your boobs but you would never admit this to him) and your favorite hot pink Converse. You grabbed your phone and purse and headed out the door.

6:55. You walked into the café and looked around thinking maybe because you were early, he wouldn’t be there yet, but there he was sitting in the corner with a coffee scrolling on his phone. He looked up as the bell rang when you walked in and waved you over. Look at that smile. It’s a smile, not a smirk this time. Woah!

“Hey, you’re here!” He sounds happy about that. Maybe because he didn’t wanna look like he got stood up.

“Yep, you’re early.”

“I didn’t want you to have to wait on me. It’s okay though, I’ve only been here a couple minutes.”

“Oh okay, I was gonna feel bad if you had been waiting for a while,” You were trying to be nice since he seemed genuine right now.

“Well in that case I’ve been waiting for ages. What took you so long? Did you change clothes? Are you wearing perfume? You smell nice,” he rambled on.

“First, you just said you just got here too so..” you stuck your tongue out at him, “second, yes I changed clothes, and third, I took a shower so that explains the nice smell and the change of clothes but no perfume. I don’t care about looking nice for you- we’re not on a date or anything. We’re just here to work on our project.” Were you too harsh? Did his face falter slightly? Maybe not.

“No need to get all sensitive, but you took a shower to come meet me? Are you sure you don’t like me?”

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for the sake of everyone. I wasn’t walking in smelling like se- sweat so I took a shower. Now I smell like a decent human being.” You almost said sex, and you’re sure he caught it. Look, that smirk’s back.

“Sex? You didn’t wanna smell like sex? Who you been fucking?”

“No one. None of your business. Can we just get started on our assignment?”

“Sure. Let’s get started,” he pulled out his computer. Shit! You knew you were forgetting something. “So, you weren’t fucking anyone, huh?” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you were so annoyed. How could you almost say that? You knew he was gonna catch it and now he’s never gonna let you live it down.

“I’ll drop it… for now. Would you like something to drink before we start working?” he asked.

“Oh, um, yeah, let me go get something.”

“I got it. What do you want?” “Just a caramel iced coffee.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

He walked away to get your drink. That was nice of him considering you two had just been bickering. You watched him, noticing how he smiled at the cashier as he ordered your drink. He had a nice smile; gorgeous, thick lips you imagined trailing kisses down your body- no, this wasn’t the time to think about that. You were here to do your assignment. Besides, you’d never let Jin know anything you thought about him.

He came back with your coffee as you were still lost in thought.

“Here’s your coffee. You good, y/n?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said snapping back to reality.

“You sure? You looked completely zoned out for a minute.” “Huh, oh, no, I’m good. Just thinking,” you answered hoping he wouldn’t ask what you were thinking about.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Just the project.”

“Didn’t seem like it but okay.”

Thank God he let it go this time. You really didn’t wanna argue with him anymore. You just wanted to get this part of the assignment done so you could go home and pull out your vibrator again. That little guy was about to get a lot of use since you had to be in close proximity to Jin all the time. If you were lucky, maybe Jin would use it on y- no, snap out of it. You’d never let him use it on you because you’d never let him know you secretly wanted to fuck his brains out.

“So, let’s decide which scene we’re gonna do. We both know Romeo and Juliet well. Star crossed lovers, kind of like us,” you glared, he backtracked, “Okay, not like us. Guess we’re only one sided. Anyways, star crossed lovers, young and reckless, but insanely in love, so much so they’d die to be together, blah blah blah, there’s so many scenes we could do, but I have one in mind. I don’t think you’ll agree to it, but I’m gonna throw it out there anyways because it also involves a lot of skill.”

“You wanna do the kissing scene, don’t you?” you asked already knowing the answer.

“Was it that obvious?” “I mean duh,” you laughed at him.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

“Umm... I mean, it’s difficult to get everything right, and I’m not agreeing because I wanna kiss you, cuz trust me I definitely don’t, but okay, let’s try it.” Why did you agree to this so easily? I mean you do wanna kiss him so maybe there’s that or maybe you just wanted to get this night over with. Someone needs to tell this boy to stop being so cute. You hate him for it. You don’t wanna like him and his arrogant self, though he doesn’t seem so arrogant right now.

“That was way easier than I expected. You sure you don’t wanna kiss me? We could practice it right now if you want.”

“I definitely don’t wanna kiss you. How many chicks have you kissed? How many have you fucked? I’ve heard the stories. I don’t want anything to do with you more than this assignment. I think we’re done for the night. I’m gonna head home,” You had to get out of here. He was offering to kiss you in front of everyone in this café. I mean, it wasn’t very busy, but still, it was a very public place. The longer you sit here with him, the harder it gets to keep ignoring the way your pussy is throbbing to have him inside you.

He looked taken aback, “Uhh, shouldn’t we at least exchange numbers in case anything comes up and we need to let the other know?” he asked.

You exchanged numbers with him, and you were finally able to head back to your room.

*hey its jin*

*hey I literally just left*

*I know*

*what do you want jin*

*so you weren’t fucking anyone?*

*bye jin*

…

Those 3 dots were there forever. What was he writing cuz it certainly seemed like it was about to be a novel.

*I just want you to know those stories aren’t true*

*the ones you say you heard*

*I’ve kissed a lot of girls but I haven’t slept with a lot of them. They just say I did cuz it makes them seem cool. I don’t hookup with chicks unless I have feelings for them. I’m not a playboy like everyone thinks*

*okay. I wasn’t expecting that from you. Still not interested lol :P*

*whatever you say kitten*

*imma get you to admit you like me one of these days*

*you keep telling yourself that lol*

*goodnight jin*

*goodnight y/n*

Ugh, you like Jin. Kim Seokjin. Worldwide Handsome. Still never calling him that. He’s not worldwide handsome to you. To you, he’s just Jin, handsome to you and that’s all that matters. No, you will never tell him any of this.

A Few Weeks Later

*hey cutie*

*hi jin*

You’ve figured out these nicknames are just Jin. You haven’t said anything about them anymore because as much as you hate to admit it, you actually like them.

*what you up to?*

*nothing much just chilling in my room*

*mind if I come over. We can work on

the assignment or just chill*

*yeah okay I’m in uc 408*

*I’ll be over in about 10 mins. Imma grab

some snacks. What do you like?*

*anything is fine. Could you bring a

soda please?*

*sure thing. See you soon kitten*

You needed to clean up and put something decent on. Your room was a mess and you were still in pjs. You wanted to be comfortable, so you grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a low-cut black t-shirt before heading to grab a trash bag. You put all your trash in it and ran it to the trash chute down the hall. You put some body spray on so the smell will linger in the room to cover any funky smells that shouldn’t be there. A couple minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. There’s Jin- standing there in all his glory- with snacks and a smile, his backpack slung over his shoulder in case you really wanted to do some work.

“Hey kitten.”

“Hey Jin.”

You move aside so he can walk in.

“I see you have no issues with my pet names anymore.”

“I’ve realized that’s just you, so I haven’t said anything about them anymore. They’re still annoying though.”

“You sure it’s not just cuz you secretly like them?” he teases.

You blush slightly, “It’s definitely not because I secretly like them.”

“So, did you wanna work on the assignment first or just chill? We don’t even have to work on the assignment if you don’t want to,” he asks.

“I mean, we can chill for a bit. I was watching Netflix, but there’s really nothing good on,” you say.

“I’m sure we can find something. Do you mind if I?” he gestures towards your computer.

“Oh, yeah, go ahead.”

You talk about whether to watch a movie or a show and what types of stuff you’re interested in. He ends up picking a show you haven’t seen before but had been meaning to watch. You only have a bed to sit on, so you invite him to sit with you. You guys are sitting so close your knees are touching. You notice this, and you’re sure he does too. After a few episodes you’re tired of leaning against the wall so you take the initiative and lean against Jin’s shoulder. He puts his arm around you. It doesn’t feel awkward though you can feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You’re no longer focused on the tv but on the way you can feel his body rising and falling with his every breath. You can smell him and it’s like fabric softener and a hint of cologne, just barely there not the overpowering scent you would expect from a douchebag. It’s calming. You can feel him rubbing your arm like a boyfriend would just to let you know they’re there. You look up at him hoping he’s still watching the show but no, he’s staring at you, smiling.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that y/n?”

You blush. You’re not even sure how to respond to that.

“Can I kiss you? I promise I won’t if you say no.”

You don’t say anything, just nod and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss is soft, nothing like you would’ve expected from the cocky guy you thought you knew. He put his hand on your chin as he kissed you. It was very gentle, and you enjoyed it so much. You wanted more but you didn’t want to seem too eager. It felt like hours of making out but really couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes. He broke the kiss, just as out of breath as you were, “Wow, y/n, where’d you learn to kiss like that?”

You laughed, “I might’ve had some practice. I could ask the same for you too.”

“Same,” he laughed too, “So, are you sure you don’t like me cuz that kiss definitely says otherwise.”

You blushed, “Umm…”

“I knew it. You couldn’t help falling for Mr. Worldwide Handsome,” he teased.

You hit his arm playfully, “You’re so full of yourself. I will never call you that. Not even in your wildest dreams.”

“No, no, baby, in my wildest dreams you’re screaming out my name while you cum on my dick,” he winked.

You couldn’t help blushing again. Why did your face betray you?

“Ugh shut up. I mean if you’re so horny I’m sure some chick would be glad to cum on your dick, but if that’s all you want best believe it’s not gonna be me.”

This was the Jin you knew. He annoyed you so much… and yet you loved the idea of cumming on his dick.

“It’s not all I want. If it was you know I would’ve tried it by now. We’ve been in the same classes for 4 years now. I actually like you, y/n. I wish you would see that. I’m gonna go now. I’m sorry if I upset you,” he got up to leave. He looked like your words really hurt him.

“Wait,” you grabbed his arm. He turned to look at you. “If that’s not what you want then what do you want?”

You were curious.

“I want you. All of you. Your heart, your mind, your body, your soul. Everything. I really like you. Yes, I joke around and yes, I really would love to have you cum on my dick, but not unless you want to. And if you don’t ever want to then that’s fine too. I’ve really enjoyed the past month being able to hang out with you and not argue so much like we used to. I know it’s only because of the assignment, but I enjoy it, and I hope you do too.”

With that, he turned and left. You wanted to go after him and tell him to stay, that you liked him too, but your body wouldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything. Why did this hurt? You two weren’t even dating. You would barely even say you were friends.

Days went by. One day. Two days. Four days. A week. He hadn’t shown up in class. You looked at your texts. You wrote and rewrote the same message over and over again. Finally, you gathered enough courage to send it.

*hi jin*

*are you busy?*

…

…

Read

Two hours later, he responded.

*kind of*

*oh*

*when you’re free can we talk?*

*please*

*I get off work in an hour*

*can you come over?*

*I guess*

Your heart was pounding. Why was this so nerve-wracking? What if he stood you up? What were you even gonna say to him? You weren’t really sure, but you decided you should look nice for him. After all, you were going to confess to him… and you had hurt him. You needed to make up for it. You did Instagram worthy makeup and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans, which you decided to pair with a tight low-cut shirt & your favorite push up bra. You sat on the edge of your bed just waiting, rehearsing what you were gonna say to him. Finally, you heard a knock on the door. You literally ran across the tiny living room and opened the door. There he was. You had to admit, you really missed him.

“Hi,” was all you could manage to get out.

“Hi,” he replied and followed you inside to your room.

“I’m really glad you came.”

He just sat on your bed and stared at you, not even bothering to respond.

“Jin, I have something I want to tell you,” you paused, “I missed you. I missed us not talking this past week. I missed arguing with you… texting you… I missed you, every bit of you. I missed your hair and the way it falls in your face. I missed your eyes and how they crinkle when you laugh. I missed your thick lips and how perfectly they fit with mine,” you paused to give him a small kiss. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you. Do you still like me? I hope so, because I like you. I’ve liked you for years, but the stories I heard and the way you acted made me not want to like you. I just never wanted to be another entry on the list of women you’ve been with. I’m not that girl, Jin. But I honestly really like you. Remember the day we met for coffee and I said I didn’t wanna smell like sex? I was thinking of you and how I’d love to have your head buried between my thighs while those thick ass lips are wrapped around my clit. Yes, I want you Kim Seokjin, and I hope you still want me too.”

Everything was now out in the open. You really hoped Jin would accept your confession. He just sat there though. He stared at you forever. You were standing between his legs just staring back waiting on an answer. An answer that felt like it would never come.

Until finally he responded, “You’re an idiot.”

He grabbed your hair and kissed you hard using his other hand to hold your body against his. He moved down to your neck leaving marks all over your pale skin. There was no way you could cover this up. He broke contact just long enough to pull your shirt off and unhook your bra, throwing them on the floor before he stood up turned you around and pushed you on the bed. “You’re a fucking beautiful idiot, but an idiot, nonetheless. How could you take this long to confess? We could’ve done this a week ago. Shit we could’ve done this years ago.”

He took his own shirt off before latching on to your nipple sucking harshly causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

“Shit Jin.”

One hand played with your other nipple while the other rubbed over every inch of skin he could reach. Once he reached your jeans, he undid them and slid them down your legs.

“Look at that wet spot kitten. Someone’s excited, aren’t they?”

“Shut up and fuck me Jin.”

“Not until you call me worldwide handsome.”

He wrapped his hands around your thighs kissing them and leaving the most satisfying bruises on your skin. You could feel the heat of his breath on your mound and could feel his lips ghosting over your panties.

“It’s not that hard baby girl. ‘Fuck me Mr. Worldwide Handsome.’ That’s all you have to say princess, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

You mumbled, “Fuck me, misserworwiehansum.”

He pressed his thumb against your clothed clit, “What was that baby?”

“Fuck me Mr. Worldwide Handsome,” you panted.

“Now was that so hard?” he ripped your panties off and buried his face in your wetness licking a stripe up your core. He latched onto your clit licking and sucking while inserting two fingers inside you. He curled them so he hit your gspot every time.

“Mmm… fuck Jin… right there. I’m gonna cum.”

He continued to finger you and lick circles around your clit until he could feel your pussy convulsing and your juices running down his face. He rode out your high and then pulled his fingers out before licking all your juices off them.

“Baby girl, you taste so good. Why did you wait so long to let me ruin you? I could’ve been doing this for years.”

You were shaking, the orgasm was the best you’d ever experienced and Jin was just getting started.

“Don’t tell me you’re ready to tap out now. I know that pussy can take more than that. You haven’t even cum on my dick yet. Come on, Kitten,” he purred in your ear.

“Oh, I’m not done, Jin, but shit where did you learn how to eat pussy like that? Wait, I don’t even wanna know. Just continue,” you laughed.

“I’ll never tell. Now turn around, baby girl, let me hit it from the back.”

You rolled over so you were on your stomach spreading your legs so he could see the beautiful mess he made between your thighs. He smacked your ass before taking his pants and boxers off. You looked back to see him rubbing his precum over his dick before lining up with your entrance and slowly sliding in. It was easy with how wet you were.

“Damn, baby girl, look at that pussy swallowing my dick. You’re so tight. Shit.”

“Fuck Jin you’re so big. Move please.”

“What was that? What did you call me?”

“Ugh, move Mr. Worldwide Handsome!” you moaned.

He laughed before pulling out and slamming his dick back into you. Slowly at first, then harder and faster until you were spilling all sorts of profanities.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Princess. I better be the only one who can make you scream like this from now on.”

“Yes, Jin, fuck yes. Please don’t stop.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter; you were so close.

“You’re close baby. Cum for me like a good girl.”

One more thrust had you seeing stars, you came so hard on Jin’s dick you pushed him out.

“No, no, baby girl, don’t push me out. I’m not through yet.”

The overstimulation was too much.

“Jin, fuck Jin, I hate you. Don’t stop!”

His thrusts were getting sloppy. He was about to cum.

“Baby girl, can I cum inside you? Let me put a baby in you,” he growled.

“Please cum inside me.”

Who was this man and why were you so into the thought of him impregnating you?

A few thrusts later you felt his seed painting your insides.

“You better hold all my seed inside that beautiful pussy. I plan to fuck you again later and fill you up some more.” He collapsed beside you. “Shit, baby girl, I was not expecting this when I came over. You are amazing.”

“I could say the same.” You rolled over so your head was on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast, still coming down from the high.

“Do you have a washcloth baby? Let me clean you up; then we can cuddle and just chill until it’s time for round two.”

“Yeah, in the closet in the bathroom.”

He found a washcloth and cleaned up the mess between your thighs making sure not to let any cum seep out. Afterwards, you cuddled up to him and found something to watch on tv. It was mainly just background noise though because neither of you were paying much attention to it.

Jin was holding you so tight like he’s afraid if he lets go, he’ll wake up and all of this will have just been a dream.

“Please don’t tell me this is a dream and I’m gonna wake up and you’re still gonna hate me,” he whispered.

“It’s not a dream. And just so you know I never hated you. I just hated what I heard about you, so I refused to let myself like you. Now that I know they’re not true I will never not like you,” you don’t even open your eyes to reply to him.

“I wish I would’ve known. We could’ve been together for years already. I’ve liked you since forever.”

“Really?” you looked up at him.

“Duh. Why do you think I have all those pet names for you? I literally don’t call anyone else by those names.”

“I didn’t know. I just thought it was because you’re a cocky bastard,” you laughed and punched him playfully.

“Cocky? Maybe. Bastard? No,” he laughed back.

“Just so you know I hate calling you worldwide handsome. I don’t care if you’re handsome to the world. All that matters is that you’re handsome to me. And now you’re mine so it doesn’t even matter if you’re worldwide handsome. No one else can have you,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“So true, and you’re mine.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

You two ended up falling asleep like that, so wrapped up in each other, afraid that this would all be a dream, but finally your dreams were better than reality.

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[oohfluffy]

TIHM Ch.2 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 1,818

chapter 2

The final bell rang throughout the room, signalling the end of the last subject for the day. However, your professor seems to have a different schedule as he continued discussing the human anatomy all over again. You stared at his powerpoint presentation, trying to keep awake and take notes of what he was saying.

You can hear some of your schoolmates already buzzing and getting ready to pack their things. After ten minutes, your professor finally ended his lecture, but not before leaving a hundred pages of lessons to review for a short quiz on the next meeting. You just let out a sigh as you hear groans of complaints among your schoolmates.

"Do you guys wanna hang out?" You hear someone ask around. "I hear that there is a newly opened pizza place near the bookstore by the street!"

"Yeah! I want to go!"

"I'm in for the food!"

"As long as Irene would go, I will too!"

You didn't bother looking at the crowd forming at the back of the room, and continued packing your things. You never went to any group gatherings anyway, not that they made efforts to invite you in any. You were invisible in their eyes. 

You stood up from your seat and quickly went out of the room without a sound. It was just half of the first week of your 3rd year college life, and it was the same as ever. As soon as you saw the lockers by the hallway, you brought out your key. Since it was nearing weekend, you'll start bringing home your books to read.

"You skipped practice on the last two days, man!" 

"I was busy—" 

"Busy with what?! What is more important than practice?!"

"Sex, man. I'm betting he did—"

"Shut up, Sehun." 

That was the last thing you heard before your locker door hit you in the face.

You groaned in pain as you pushed the small locker door away from your sight, looking down at your feet. You cursed in your mind while your hand caressed your reddening cheek. 

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" You felt a hand touching your shoulder, urging you to turn around. You just waved your other hand without bothering to look back at the person. "I'm so sorry, miss. I-I wasn't looking where I was going—"

"It's okay." You said, just so he will stop talking to you. You flinched as you became aware of his warm slender fingers on top of your shoulder. You moved away from him, closing your locker quickly after getting your books. You locked your locker and silently nodded your head at his direction, being respectful enough to acknowledge his presence and apology.

You held onto your left cheek with a frown as you waited for the bus in the waiting shed. You heard noisy teenagers hanging around the shed, making your eyebrow furrow in annoyance. Your eyes couldn't stop looking at them as you waited. 

You saw how much fun they were having.  

Their smiles, laughs, and teasings that they share within their circle of friends, you kind of envy their bond. You looked away as you gripped on the straps of your backpack tighter. 

How fun.

"I'm home." You said as you entered your apartment. You hear the radio's noise in the kitchen, making you smile. You quickly placed your shoes on the rack, and running to the kitchen. As you saw your roommate by the stove, you grinned in delight.

"My girl is home!" She exclaimed as she noticed your presence by the counter. She's in her baby blue apron with her hair in a messy bun. 

"Jiwon-ah." You greeted her as you sat on the tall stool chair by the kitchen island. "You got out of campus early today, huh?"

"Yep! Our prof for the last class was absent, and she just sent us an email for the upcoming quiz." Jiwon shrugged as she looked at the ramen she was cooking. When you met her two years ago, you didn't expect she will be a bubbly person. She's so pretty to the point you got intimidated of her dashing looks. You were not prepared to have someone bright as her to be your roommate in college. "I cannot accept the fact that we're having quizzes in the first week!"

But she was more than her looks. She was talkative, never letting you hear a pin dropping on the floor with her loud voice. She was also outgoing, becoming friends with people from different courses. You won't be surprised if she knows everyone in the campus. Even Irene's group knows her despite being in a different building.

"Me too." You frowned as you remember the hundred pages you need to read this weekend. You might start reading them later if there are no disturbances like Jiwon's loud voice. You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't notice Jiwon was done cooking and was already beside you as she place a bowl of ramen in front of you. 

"Ooh, what the hell happened to your cheek, girl?" She pointed at your cheek, where a small bruise was forming. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realizing that that locker door has probably damaged your face more than you thought it did. "Did someone punch you?!"

"No, no. It's an accident." You placed your hand on your cheek and tried pressing it, only to grunt in pain. "Damn, that locker door is harder than it seems."

"What? Someone hit you with a locker door?!"

"It's an accident, Jiwon." You shook your head as you sighed, picking up the chopsticks on your bowl to start eating. "Thanks for cooking ramen."

"Who was it?" She continued questioning you, picking her chopsticks up as well. "Did that person apologize?"

"I don't know who was it. Yes, he did." 

"Well, that's good. If he didn't, I would have to find him and kick him where it hurts the most." Jiwon smirked as she munched on her noodles. You just chuckled at her protectiveness and ignored her incoming threats to anyone who tries to hurt her roommate. "I don't like how your batchmates do not want to get close to you. Like you're one of the best people I've ever met, and they're just treating you as an invisible woman."

You felt better chatting with your best friend slash roommate. She was the only one who appreciated you, and treated you as her own sister. She may be clingy most of the time, but she makes you feel accepted in this new environment you are living in.

"Oh! I forgot to ask you if you're interested in working part-time in my aunt's new coffee shop?" 

Your eyes widened as you turned to her, full of excitement and curiosity. Jiwon glanced at you and laughed as she shook her head. 

"Why did I even ask, you love coffee." She said with a smile, making you nod in agreement.

"I would love to work in a coffee shop, Jiwon!" You responded after you slurped down the soup from your bowl. You worked at the library last year, until you got too busy with school and ended up quitting in the summer. "I was about to seek for part-time jobs around the campus. Thank goodness you asked me."

"Welp, I'm your fairy godmother! It's my responsibility to make your life easier!" 

You spent the whole night listening to your best friend's stories and gossips, which you aren't really interested but chose to listen. You enjoyed her company anyway. You looked at your biology book resting on the table in front of you, deciding that you can start reading tomorrow.

"Are you going on Friday?" Jiwon asked you, making you look back at her in confusion. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Of course you don't know about the first football game of the term!"

"Oh, that. What?"

"You're not going as usual? Oh come on! Come with me on Friday!" She pouted while shaking your arm in persuasion. "I'll introduce you to nicer people!"

"I've met your friends, you know. They're not that interested to be—"

"Not Krystal and her entourage! I said nicer people!" She emphasized, her eyes widening as if to prove a point. "I'm certain you will like them!"

"Will they like me though?" You rebutted her, raising your eyebrow. Jiwon huffed, shoulders deflating in defeat. She looks so sad that you almost gave in her favor.

"I'll buy you two corn dogs, extra large fries, and mocha frappe if you go—"

"I will go." You said in a heartbeat as you heard food involved in the deal. "You should have said earlier that you'll provide those."

"You bitch." She laughed as she pinched your cheek. "EXO will be playing, so we need to get there as early as possible or else we won't find any seats."

"EXO?" You mumbled as you tried remembering what or who was that. You just remember hearing the name a year ago when the music festival arrived. 

"You don't know them too?!" Your best friend shrieked as she looked at you in disbelief for the nth time tonight. "You've been in the university for two damn years and you don't know them?!"

"Stop screaming, our neighbors will totally report us tomorrow." You rolled your eyes at her. "I've heard of them before, I just can't recall who are they."

Jiwon just sighed in dismay as she leaned her back on the bean bag. You looked at her in expectation, waiting for her long ass explanation. And that is what you get.

"EXO is a group of hot guys, coming from the Engineering, Advertising, Art, and Music departments. Most of them are scholars, and not only they are intelligent, they are also talented. Some participates in dance competitions internationally, and some in band festivals. If not performing arts, intellectual competitions are what they join into!" Jiwon narrated like a storyteller, hands going up in the air as she enthusiastically emphasize her admiration to the said people.

You nodded as you listened to her introduction. Sounds like a popular group.

"They also represent our university's football team!" She exclaimed excitedly, looking at you with a smile. "That's why they are so well-known everywhere. They are just so amazing!"

"I see." You replied to her long explanation, with a serious face as if you were indeed interested in the so-called group of hot guys. 

"That's all you can say?" 

You shrugged at her dismayed question. She scoffed at your indifference. 

"Well, we still need to get on the field real early!"

"Then you need to buy my food as soon as you get out of your class then." You smiled innocently at her frowning face. "I'll head to the field as early as I can and save us seats."

"Hmp, fine!"

You are so looking forward to that most anticipated game.

Really.

—

♫ Ch. 3

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[cecilspeaks]

164 - The Faceless Old Woman (Live)

[applause]

Jeffrey Cranor: I’m really excited, we wrote this script recently coming up in this last performance for tonight. And I got real excited for writing it, cause we haven’t written like a, to do a live show full length in a new voice. And it was a lot of fun to do.

Joseph Fink: Yeah so tonight we are presenting the first Welcome to Night Vale show that is entirely from the point of view of someone who is not Cecil, this is the time when the Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home gets to step out from her secret.. place in your home. [laughter] And tell you a little bit about herself.

Jeffrey: One of my favorite things about writing the Faceless Old Woman stuff is cause the way Joseph and I work is that we’ll write episodes or write parts of episodes and pass it to the other and that person will, sometimes have questions but oftentimes just maybe like add something to it. So a lot of times it’s either, when I get stuff back from Joseph and I dunno if he feels the same way getting stuff back form me, with the Faceless Old Woman script it was always either something really hilarious for something really upsetting. [laughter] And I really love that a lot.

Joseph: This is maybe the most upsetting thing we’ve ever written, I hope you guys enjoy it. [laughter]

Jeffrey: Have fun, good night! [applause]

Joseph: I guess we should start that show we talked about.

Jeffrey: Let’s do it. You guys, let’s welcome to the stage your friend and ours, Mara Wilson!

[applause] [long silence]

Mara Wilson: I am the Faceless Old Woman who secretly lives in your home. Hello. You don’t know me, but I know you. I know you very well. I’ve been going through your medicine cabinet. You take too much Advil. Do you realize how hard that is on your digestion? I know a couple gelcaps and a glass of water before bed can alleviate a morning hangover, but it also puts you in a bad mood, because you don’t get good sleep with all that extra stress you put on your guts. You know what’s a better hangover cure? Not drinking like it’s the last day of community college. I replaced your vodka with clear Windex, and your Advil with Ipecac. This won’t help your hangovers, but it certainly will be more entertaining for me. I don’t sleep, so I need better late night entertainment than Netflix. I’ve already watched every episode of “Money Heist” and “Criminal Man” and “Planet documentary”, I have to spice it up a little bit.

Which reminds me, sorry about the tarantula incident last week. And here I’m speaking specifically to you, Tony. Yes you, in the shirt. The one hoping I’m not talking about you. I’m not sorry you woke up with a tarantula covering your face, nor that it bit you, causing your eyelids to swell up like Kinder eggs filled with purulent discharge instead of toys. I am sorry that I forgot to turn the flash off of my camera, which alarmed both you and the spider, and I never got a good photo. I’ve been building up my portfolio for an art exhibit I call “Gross Things on a Sleeping Tony”. It’s going up June 1, exclusively in your living room.  I’ve already gotten “Open-mouthed Centipede Bouquet” framed. You’re gonna find this show absolutely terrific.  Wait no, not terrific, what’s the word? Terrifying.

Tony, you’re one of my favorites in Night Vale. I know you hate your direct marketing job selling high interest credit cards to twenty-somethings, but the benefits are great. You have health care, a 401k, and you get to take advantage of people less fortunate than you. Everything is its own reward. But I’ve read your poetry, you love poetry. To be fair, there isn’t a big job market for poets, but you need to explore what makes you happy. I tattooed one of my favorite lines of poetry on you last month. It’s by Mary Oliver. “Instructions for living a life. Close your eyes. Be scared. Good luck.” And then I drew a little butterfly next to the words. I’m not the best artists, though, so it kind of looks like a radish or a sarcoma. Doesn’t matter, you still haven’t noticed. It’s just right below your right shoulder blade, don’t try to find it now, it’s still healing and given that I used the metal rod from that fondue set in your closet as the needle, it’s possible it’s infected. Better to leave it alone.

Tony, look at me. Imagine where my eyes would be. You have a lot to work through. I’m here to help you, I really am. I’ll prove it by giving you some advice. If a venomous arthropod is on your face, don’t scream.

Anyway, it’s not you Tony who’s bothering me, it’s the new people. They are elderly, like me, and they just moved into a house in the center of Night Vale. Or maybe this is decades from now, time is a little hazy for me. I’ve never been in this house nor noticed it before they moved in. it’s a one bedroom and there are three of them. I thought polyamory, but they have three separate beds and they never speak to each other, rarely look at each other, and never leave the home. The first night I secretly lived in their home, I realized they never slept either. They brushed their teeth, put on pajamas and get into bed. But they all lie there, eyes open, through silent hours of darkness.

I tried whispering to them but got no response. Usually when I reveal myself in the dark, I get the thrill of witnessing horror dawn across a person’s distorted mouth and bulging eyes as they see my faceless face pressed up against their own. One of the best parts of visiting new residents. But not these three. For once, I’m the frightened one.

Speaking of frightening, did you get your taxes (-) [0:08:20] on time Alex? You, you’re Alex. You with the shoes. I had to file for an extension. I don’t owe any money because I have no income, but I’m over 200 years old, never got a social security number, have no permanent address and I wasn’t born in this country, it’s a lot of paperwork. And Alex, you know your Wi-Fi is terrible and I was having a hard time downloading the forms I needed, so I just wrote my name on some yellowish-black Boston lettuce you’ve left in the crisper for the last three weeks. But the leaves kept falling apart, I think more like melting. After about 20 minutes, I got frustrated and just made myself a salad. Also, I used the last of your parmesan cheese, but don’t worry, I replaced it with dried skin I’ve been collecting from your bed sheets. Don’t be grossed out, Alex. Same texture and nutritional value, you won’t know the difference. I got the idea from a Food Network’s “Beat Bobby Flay”, where this one winner tied up Bobby and ran a (micro-) [0:09:17] across his forehead to make a chimichurri sauce.

I love that show, but I’m a bigger fan of HGTV’s “House Hunters”, the desert dystopian version. That’s where I met you, Addie. Yes you, with the face. You were shopping for a new home here in Night Vale. You told the realtor - who was inside of a living deer, its belly horrifically distended and quivering with every one of the agent’s words and gesticulation – that you wanted three bedrooms, a back yard, and something close to an outdoor community space. The first home, the yard was not in good shape, lots of (- remains) [0:09:55] and the lawn was glowing, perhaps from underground radiation testing. It was well under your budget, but you would have had to spend your savings on fixing it up. Also, in the bathroom mirror you saw, crawling across the ceiling, a faceless old woman devouring what looked like a rat. You didn’t need to worry about a rat infestation, Addie. It was a chipmunk. The second home was a condo right in the heart of the arts district. You loved the design: a simple large black cube, no doors, no windows, no interior. A true closed floor plan, so popular these days. But you weren’t sure there was enough room for entertaining, or anything else at all. The house you selected was perfect. Three bedrooms, a Jacuzzi en suite, and a large patio backyard. Plus it was right in the middle of town next to a community dog park. Although you would be disappointed later to learn that your dog had been arrested for domestic espionage after peeing inside the park’s forbidden walls. I think you made the right choice, Addie, but I can’t help wondering every time I watch “House Hunters”, who is this person running away from? You left Queens to move to Night Vale. Queens is where your family lives, where your best friend lives, and your girlfriend of two years. Are you afraid of stasis, Addie? Of being loved, of commitment? You might be afraid of that pinkish ooze coming out of your ear, might wanna see an ENT about that. Or if not an ENT, an entomologist.

Speaking of putting woodboring beetles inside orifices, I tried a similar thing with the elderly room mates who recently moved to town, or will move to town many years from now, again time is strange to me. But these room mates are also so strange. When I went to put a beetle into one of their ears, I noticed a lot of scar tissue there, making the hole too small. In my haste, the beetle scurried away and I got kind of desperate and just made a bunch of spooky moans and hisses like this: [moans, hisses] but not one of the three responded to me. They continued their meaningless pantomime of sleeping, and in the morning they got up and each went quietly about their days. One of them made coffee, but did not drink it. They then went to the window and waved at their neighbor, Susan Willman, who was on her porch stretching before her morning run. Susan looked at the figure in the window next to her and froze. She stared in terror, then darted back into her home and locked the door. Susan has always been unfriendly. I ran her bed sheets through her office shredder as a reminder to be more open and loving toward the world.

The other two room mates climbed into the shower at the same time. I’m not one to get off on others’ sexual activities, I just thought I might see something new, something human here. But no, they stood side by side, cleaning their cold gravity-defeated bodies, not once looking at each other let alone speaking. A squelch and a squish and grey water falling around yellow toenails. They toweled off, but when they hung the towels up, those towels were completely dry.

I’m used to being the one who does inexplicable and disturbing things. Last year during the community players’ production of “Romeo and Juliet”, I decided it would be more fun if they used actual poison. But it was a last minute idea, so the only poison I could find was Borax. Which just gave the two kids playing the leads several unhappy hours in the bathroom on the night after the show ended, so I don’t know. I could have made a stronger directorial choice. But so could the actual director, I get that Shakespeare plays are long, but he cut out all the best parts like the train robbery, and also Tybalt winning his bowling league. Although I did appreciate that they left in Juliet’s famous line: “Good night, good night, your blood and guts and marrow, which worms shall eat inside your grave so narrow.” It’s a classic story. Kids these days just don’t try to fake their own deaths anymore.

Oh. And Morgan. Yes Morgan, I’m talking to you, you with the fingernail sand the teeth. I need to explain something to you. You tip 20 per cent. You can afford it, stop using it as a measure of how much you approve of the restaurant service. A 20 per cent tip is not  bonus, it’s a fee. Restaurant owners don’t pay their staffs, instead they make the diners pay their employees through this idiotic notion of capitalist meritocracy. I don’t care how bad the service, tip them. You have money, Morgan. I would also tell you to stop asking to speak to a manager every time your Long Island Ice Tea is a bit like, but I got out your tongue last month, so they wouldn’t understand you anymore anyway. Do you know what a cut human tongue tastes like, Morgan? Yes you do. You just don’t know that you do. Remember Applebee’s last week? You ordered soup. It was a beef base with  little onions and little perfectly sautéed flecks of your own tongue that you had used to lash out at a manager the last time you ate there. You could blame them for poorly expediting your orders, but really the onus is on you for going to Applebee’s. Which serves neither of the items its name promises. It’s false advertising. It’s like an egg cream soda, or Taco Bell.

Speaking of eating, the elderly room mates made lunch together, but not for each other. They were all in the kitchen at the same time making separate meals in silence. They sat around the dining room table together and ate. They carved and stabbed and pushed foods quickly into their mouths, but their eyes were empty. One of them began to spit out their food. No one seemed to care or notice. They all began to vomit, but not with muscular heaves of shoulders and necks, the vomit spurted out like water from a hand pump, their torsos and heads perfectly still. After each bodily rejection of food, they would start shoveling it back to their mouths, repeating the same process. Eventually one of them stood up and threw their plate into the kitchen window, glass bursting everywhere. That person leaned into the hole and began punching the jagged shards out with their clenched fists as blood poured out of their forearms and wrists. They screamed mournfully into the suburban street. Neighbors and passers-by passed only briefly, as if they had barely heard the sad howls spreading across the valley. Susan’s lemon tree next door died instantly and all the lemons fell with wet plops to the ground. The fruit pealed open and inside of each was a fleshy crimson pulp, like meat that has been ground for too long. The other two room mates kept eating and vomiting, not even noticing the shattered glass being subsumed by the growing pool of blood on the floor.

You know, I wasn’t always like this, faceless or old. Secretly living anywhere. Once I was born upon warm water. The smell I remember is sharp citrus and the peppery sting of grass. The salt funk of ocean. I was once a child. I grieved once. I smelled blood. Once I was a thief. I lived among thieves, I saw empires rise and fall, centuries cast themselves upon infinity as fruitlessly as waves upon cliffs. Once I was a recluse. I lived amongst bandits and farmers, I spoke a different language then. I’ve spoken many languages.

Once I was under the sea. That was a quiet time. I lived amongst the coral and dead-eyed fish. Once I was a wanderer. I’ve seen the (head) [0:18:14] waters of the Mississippi and I’ve seen the cobbled streets of Paris and I’ve seen the empty arches of Franchia. But I’ve never seen anything like those three room mates. Of all the things I've been – child, thief, recluse, wandered, faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home, I’ll tell you this: I’ve never been more scared.

Fear is in the unknowing and the mystery. Fear is seeing everything about an old woman except her face. Fear is the uncertainty of her secretly living in your home. Fear is not the spider you see on the wall. It’s the spider you no longer see on the wall when you look back again.

In the unnerving din of shattered glass and mournful howls of that house, I found the loose thread that unraveled this mystery. The room mate who screamed had no tongue. And one of the others had an ear swollen shut from a previous surgery. And the other had a red mark, like a radish or sarcoma adorned with poetry drawn upon their shoulder blade. I realized I knew these three strange room mates. They are you, Tony, the special tattoo I gave you. And they are you, Addie, with your oral scar tissue from the beetle I jammed in there. And you, Morgan, with your tongue removed and digested. The three of you do not exactly live together in that home, not at the same time. You are living three different lifetimes in that same space. You do not speak or respond, because you are dead. Each of you alone in that house together, or you will be, time is confusing for me. Decades from now after you die, your souls will be trapped in the house, because something in this world is unresolved for you. You know this, paranormal neuroscience is required for all high school freshmen. But what they don’t teach you is how to resolve it. I know how and when each one of you die. I wrote it down on the back pages of your journals. Iv’e done this for everybody, but nobody ever reads it, because while people always think they’ll write every day, after a few pages they fall off the wagon and never see the lsat pages of their journals. Except Jonathan Franzen. He didn’t seem bothered by what he read. But he did cross out all my adverbs and added some Oxford commas. In case you’re wondering how Jonathan Franzen dies, here’s the answer: he doesn’t.

I am the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home. You might find this ambiguous, after all the word “home” is singular. So whose home is it that I secretly live in? Listen, some things in this tangled world are simple. I live in your home, and your home, and your home, I live in all of your homes simultaneously. I am many. [echo] I am many. I am one. [echo] I am one. You all live such different lives, teeming, that’s what you are: teeming. And I am there watching you.

You, Tony, you dream of being a poet. Resolve the unresolved. The worst that can happen is crushing disappointment and public mockery, and eviction when you can’t pay your rent. Many more awful things after that, get to it!

And you, Addie, you fled your previous city to escape a murder charge. Strangely, you didn’t commit the murder you were charged with, but you have committed murder. Weird choice to go on “House Hunters” as a wanted fugitive, but maybe it was a good first step to healing your soul.

And you, Morgan. You have an idea that could save us all, an epic defining idea, one of the greats, but you don’t know which one. You have so many ideas. I can tell you this: most of them are not important. One of them is vitally important. Good luck. Also, tip 20 per cent.

And you, I forgot your name, you tweet too much. We all tweet too much, but that doesn’t let you off the hook. That’s why I ate your phone. You can thank me later. You can all thank me later. Because you all will be seeing me soon. I think that tonight is the night to let slip my secret. You’ll soon see me fumbling wet and gray from out of the bathroom mirror, or folded up strangely loose skin and mashed bones in the bottom drawer of your dresser. Or you will see me scuttle on your walls, the hair hanging down from my faceless face. Or you will look out your kitchen window and there will be someone standing in your driveway, and it will be me, and there will be no one in the driveway and instead, I will be next to you in the kitchen. Faceless and so very very old. Won’t that be nice?

I’m the Faceless Old Woman who secretly lives in your home. And your home. And your home. And every home. And I will be seeing you very, very soon.

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Today’s proverb: Never judge a book by its cover. Judge it by the title page instead.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv transcripts #episode 164 #the faceless old woman #the faceless old woman live #finally #thanks for your patience #there might be more mistakes bc there were many big words

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hello, hello, hello !! i am here with my fifth muse (who i’ve been wanting to play for literally a month now dkfjgbkjsdfg so the muse is very, very, VERY strong with this one) and you can find more about her under the cut!!

trigger warnings: drugs, overdose & abuse

nina eloise connolly here was born and raised in a small town in the middle of nowhere. a little farm town where there were more cows and horses and goats than there were people

she’s the second eldest out of 4 kids and the first daughter

you’d think that the first daughter and the mother would be really close but NOPE like her parents..... should never have been parents in the first place becuse they love the pipe and the bottle more than they’ve ever loved their own kids 

sometimes things were find in that household, but most of the time, it wasn’t. her mother was a quiet drunk, moreso when she was high but her father’s a pretty volatile person and wasn’t above laying his hands on his children to release some of his pent up anger 

her older brother, the eldest of the connolly children, took up most of the abuse but sometimes nina was there too because she hated that her brother had this tendency to play the hero 

by the time she was 13, her dad died because of an overdose, and you’d think her mother would actually step up and become a mother but even though she TRIED or said she would and even managed to be clean for a couple of months, she still hit that pipe every once in awhile and it was just a vicious cycle 

eventually, nina just stopped caring, stopped hoping that she’d actually stick to her word because it was just a constant barrage of disappointment every single time

nina was working by the time she was 12, babysitting the kids nearby and just taking every chance she could get to get out of that house. she hated being there. she hated being around her mom. she hated feeling like her entire life was a burden when she never asked to be born in the first place, she hated just how relieved she feels that her father is no longer with them..............which made her feel horrible as a daughter

in school, nina is like whip-smart but she was always the girl who had potential and it was actually comical how frustrated the teachers get when it came to her and how she could go places if she just applied herself 

she wanted to tell them that the last thing she wanted was to deal with schoolwork when they barely have food on the table because her parents spent all their money on their next heroin hit 

she worked at the stables owned by a filipino couple for some extra money and her love for horses just grew like she adores the animals, loves just how majestic and free they are, and she sometimes sleeps over at that stable just because she doesn’t wanna go home to her house 

the filipino couple lets her ride a mare that nina has pretty much come to think of as her own and they urged her to try and become a professional equestrian but nina didn’t have it in her to stay there in that tiny, tiny town and stick close to her family when all she wanted to do was leave

which was exactly what she did as soon as she graduated high school. she packed up her stuff, went with a friend to new york and that’s where she’s been the past couple of years 

there was this weird limbo of time after graduating high school and before starting college that was just her working her butt off to save up enough to allow her to go to college and learning to play the piano because she wanted to actually be good at something other than riding (which she misses terribly)

during her first semester, she ended up meeting this cop who she ended up falling in love with and inspired her to shift her course to criminal justice which was a good move tbh because she’s always been a lover of mystery and murder documentaries (not like her parents were alarmed or anything since they never really cared about her existence except to complain or get angry about)

she got her degree, ended up marrying her cop boyfriend and then proceeded to work in new york as a private investigator once she passed the state exam to get her license, though she and her husband worked in different precincts

they had a pretty good marriage for awhile but she noticed when she was in her late twenties that her husband kept wanting them to have babies. at first, it was just questions here and there whether she’d want to -- the answer was always ‘not now’ -- until eventually he started demanding it from her which caused such a rift between them 

nina wanted to focus on her career because she absolutely loved her profession and she definitely wasn’t ready to settle down and be a mom, especially when she has no idea if she’d actually be a good one since she never had a good example of on in her life 

the final straw came when she received a job opportunity to work in charming two years ago and her husband FORBADE it. according to him, she wasn’t ALLOWED to go since they already had a great life in new york. he didn’t understand why she’d give that up to work in a small town on the other side of the country.

it was then that nina realized just how suffocated she was under all his demands -- wanting her to be the perfect wife for him, wanting him to have his children and she usually ended up tiptoeing around the issues and the fights until he’d calm down but not this time. she WANTED to go to charming and actually make a name for herself, and the more he said that she couldn’t, the more she wanted to, the more she fought on him about how it was her life and she had every right to choose what to do with it

they ended up divorcing right before she moved to charming two years ago for such a fresh start since she didn’t know anybody AT ALL 

personality & extra!! 

she................. loves books more than she loves people. bonus points if it’s a mystery novel because she always tries to solve it before she reaches the end 

LITERALLY has a large af corkboard in her room, red string and all because she..... is that person when it comes to her cases omg

she’s part of a ragtag group of people who call themselves a band who performs at bars here in charming every other weekend for free beer. they know they have 0 chances of actually making it big but that’s totally fine with her since it’s more of a hobby anyway. she’s the pianist and back up vocals!!

she and her ex-husband do not talk. like at all. looking back, she doesn’t understand how she let that marriage go for as long as she did and why she allowed him to think it was okay to pressure her into having kids when she had said from the start that she didn’t really have any intentions of becoming a mother

she’s never done drugs and she has no plan to. she looks down on the gang solely because she doesn’t understand how they can sleep well at night knowing they’re getting richer by ruining other people’s lives through those drugs. she understands that the drugs were what killed her father and ruined any chance her parents had at becoming good parents so she tends to stay as far away from them as possible 

her only vice is alcohol (but she rarely gets drunk because she doesn’t like how much it reminds her of how her parents were like when they were drunk) and smoking which she does when she’s stressed (which, depending on the case she’s working on, might be all the time)

her life is pretty much like a french movie - lots of smoking, lots of kissing, lots of staring off into the distance, tinged in like this weird gray color

she just !!! tries to keep herself composed and classy because the years of being called trailer trash are long gone now and those years of being called that just made her want to become a better person and she’s SO PROUD OF HERSELF for working her ass off so she could get to where she is now

that also means that she doesn’t really talk about her past a lot because she’s ashamed of being tied into that kind of lifestyle. when you ask her about her family, she’ll only talk to you about her siblings and that’s pretty much it. even the people she’s close to, she only mentions her parents in like.... VERY RARE moments of vulnerability and then she’s quick to change the subject because she....... doesn’t want to dwell on any of it. she’s very closed off in that sense and is an expert in deflecting conversation so that it like veers towards you and she’ll very happily listen instead

she talks to her sister a lot because she stayed behind in their tiny town because she 1. doesn’t want to leave and 2. actually likes looking out for their mom who somehow managed to stay clean when nina had already been in new york for a couple of years. 

up to this day, she has never spoken to her mom. never even invited her to her wedding (though it was just in the courthouse but then was also just like a really tiny get together with a couple of their friends) and she just doesn’t believe she’s actually clean. she doesn’t know how to pair the image of a ‘good mom’ to the mom that she had growing up

(also *cue eleanor shellstrop moment* where she’s like hella bitter that she changed when it was just her sister there which meant that either she hadn’t been ready to change then when nina still wanted a mom or just never actually believed nina was good enough to be changed for)

is a pretty decent cook lbr but she loves pasta and pizza more than anything even tho she knows they’re not healthy

she just has this love for like art in every form, like she already shows her love for music by being in that band but she also paints sometimes but she can’t sketch to save her life like she’s just always wanting to try new things because like she’s really digging the fact that she CAN now. she has the absolute freedom to do whatever it is that she wanted and that’s so LIBERATING

literally has a horse tattoo on her side because she just ADORES them and it looks like this 

she highkey volunteers at the stables here in charming too just because she wants to keep being around them, sometimes still rides here and there 

she’s also like fairly moody but i think it would just be hard to tell because she’s fairly expressionless most of the time (or tries to be) 

100000% bi

can be hella calculating tbh but don’t let that offend you because she’s like VERY into mysteries so if she thinks you’re one, that means she’s very intrigued by you!! 

she tries very hard not to be flaky but it’s hard when she doesn’t want to be around people most of the time BUT will do her best to be there for her friends because she adores them all so much

some connections for her!!

her first friend in charming!

ride or die!!!

a drunken hookup/mistake (like i mentioned that she doesn’t drink until she’s drunk plus she doesn’t sleep around all that much either so she highkey would have considered what they did a mistake omg) 

a hookup that was not a drunken mistake omg (but like i said, she doesn’t sleep around a lot so imma just limit this to like... 2)

enemies (probably in the gang lbr)

unexpected friendships!!!

opposites attract!!! someone who could be so extroverted and would help her get out of her (self-made) shell just a little 

maybe someone she dated when she first got here but it didn’t work out for some reason? 

people in the band!! (gonna send a wc for this to the main) 

someone involved in a case at one point or maybe paid her to find something out for them !!!!!

fellow book NERDS

horse people RIDE UP (i was gonna say rise up but somehow....... this works)

people she works with!!!

neighbors!!!

someone who might be friends/related to her ex-husband (who will stay an NPC)

people she knew back in new york 

literally just come at me if you have ideas because i’m pretty sure i’ll be 10000% up for them

#this..................became really long im so sorry sfdkgbjfsdg #charming.intro #drugs tw #abuse tw

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College! AU | Nine Percent - Fan Cheng Cheng

Pairing : Fan Cheng Cheng x Fem!Reader | Chen Li Nong x Fem!Reader | Justin Huang x Fem!Reader

Genre : College!AU, Fluff

Note : I’m not sure if the first part made any sense, but okay. I seriously suck at this, wow. I’M SO SORRY I KEEP HURTING NONG NONG, I PROMISE I’LL GIVE HIM A HAPPY ENDING OKAY.

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“Welcome to The Nest!” you and the rest of the staff greeted as the bell hanging in front of the door rang. As you look up from the cash register that you were checking, you see that the customer that just came in was Cheng Cheng.

“Oh, Cheng Cheng. You came alone?” he nods as answer, which was odd because he usually talks a lot. Like, on a normal day, he would come in and start asking you stuff or telling you about his day. “Have a seat, I’ll bring you your food asap.” you told him, knowing what he orders all the time.

.....

As you serve up his food and drink, you notice that he was kind of just staring blankly at the table in front of him. “Cheng?” you called out to him. No response. “Hello? Earth to Cheng Cheng?” you waved your hand in front of his face. He jolted up a bit. “Something wrong?” you allow yourself to sit down in the empty seat across him.

“Just... stressed.” he sighs. 

“From school?” he nods at your question.

Cheng Cheng majored in acting. He tells you about how he got a bad grade last time and the comment that the teacher left for him was ‘Learn from your sister.’. He also minored in singing, which also wasn’t going well. You knew exactly how he felt, considering the fact that you too had an older sibling. You share your past experience with him.

Your older brother who was born ten years earlier than you, that’s already like, a major head start, but Cheng Cheng had an even larger gap with his sister. It was always difficult for you to get along with you brother because of the age gap and the fact that he was way smarter than you. Your brother had always been doing well in his academics, but you never did. You were more of an artsy person, you liked art, music and anything of the sort. 

Your family hadn’t constantly been comparing you to your brother, but you always did that to yourself. At the same time, you were proud to have a brother like that. You brag about your brother to everyone instead of making yourself feel bad about having a sibling like him. If he could work hard to get to where he is today, you surely can do the same, it’s just a different path with different obstacles.

“So... I have to brag about my sister who is already famous?” he asks.

“No, you dummy. What I meant was, your sister could make it this far because she’s talented, but she also worked hard for it. Even if you lack talent in the same stuff as her, just try and prove that you can do better in your own way. The harder you work, the luckier you are.” you say again.

“I see... Also, I never knew you had a brother.” he says.

“He’s working in Australia now. Doesn’t get to come home often. I miss him sometimes.” you tell him. “By the way, you performing at the talent show next week?” you ask.

“No, why?” 

“Nong Nong asked me to go watch him perform but I don’t wanna go alone. Come with me?” 

.....

A week goes by and it’s the day of the talent show. You are already inside the auditorium and when you see Cheng Cheng, you wave at him frantically, letting him know where you were.

“I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

“Well, I’m here now.” he grins. 

.....

It’s Nong’s turn to perform and he sings Nv Hai. The entire time, gaze only on you. Cheng Cheng noticed this and decides to do something about it. 

“Y/N... I don’t feel so well...” he says, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. He describes everything he’s feeling right now, headache, feeling dizzy, wanting to puke etc. So you bring him to the infirmary in the middle of Nong’s performance and yes, Nong sees you two leaving the auditorium. He also sees that Cheng has his arm on your shoulder as you two leave.

.....

Cheng Cheng is laying on the bed in the infirmary while you look around for some medicine that may be able to help him. “Found it!” you read the label on the medicine container as you walk towards the bed that he was laying on. “Here, this might be able to help.” you hand him the pill. He stares at you for a while, the light coming from the sunset shining on you. It just seemed so perfect. You seemed so perfect. He couldn’t help but grab your wrist and pull you towards him. 

You dropped the pill and the container as he pulled you in. You didn’t dare look at him since you two were literally centimeters apart, but he was definitely still looking at you. At first his gaze was on your face, but it slowly shifted to the tiny gem hanging from your neck. Yes, it was the necklace that he had gifted you for your birthday. “Uh... Cheng?” you call him softly. 

He finally comes to his senses, and let’s go of your wrist. “I’m feeling better now.” he says, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed, towards the opposite side of which you were standing at. His back now facing you. You feel the awkward atmosphere rise as you didn’t know what to say either.

Suddenly, he stands up, turns around and starts laughing. “My acting isn’t too bad after all huh?” he grins widely at you. You were probably blushing a little from what happened earlier but he can’t see anyways considering how dark it was starting to get. At this point you didn’t know which part was the acting. Was it the ‘I’m don’t feel so well’, the part where he pulled you in, or his smile right now? Was it everything?  

.....

Ever since that day, it has always been the tiniest bit awkward when you two are hanging out, with or without the others. You try to forget about it, but the reoccurring dreams about it are not helping. Not gonna lie, you were starting to develop feelings for him too, but the fact that you didn’t know if it was just an act kept you from ever wanting to confess. 

Other than Cheng Cheng, another person being a little awkward was Nong Nong. You couldn’t stand it anymore and decided that you should ask him about it. So you ask him to head to the courtyard with you while you were all having lunch together. To be honest, all the boys had the same thought at that moment, ‘What’s going on?’. And out of all the eight other boys, only Cheng Cheng decides to go after you two, which made the rest of the boys confirm their suspicions about Cheng Cheng liking you.

.....

“Something wrong?” Nong Nong asked you.

“That’s my line. What’s up Nong? You’ve been acting this was since the talent show.” 

“You and Cheng Cheng have been acting weird too, so why are you interrogating me?” he sounded pissed, which was a side that you’d never seen. You stayed silent, kind of afraid of what he might say next. You had a good idea on where this was going, but you weren’t sure.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you.” he sighs. “It’s just... I like you a lot Y/N. And when I saw you and Cheng together at the talent show, it hurt me a lot.” 

‘Shit.’ you thought. 

This was exactly the kind of choice you never expected you’d have to make. You knew the answer in your heart but you didn’t want to wreck the friendship that all of you had and you also didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

“I’m sorry. I like Cheng Cheng a lot. Don’t tell him though. I don’t want to ruin what any of us have with each other right now.” you tell him. When you look at him, he’s smiling but at the same time he looks so pained. “It’s okay, I understand.” he says.

It broke your heart. Seeing how Li Nong is right now compared to how he used to be. “I know it’s hard... But please promise me that we can all still be good friends.” you stretch a hand out in a pinky promise gesture. “Promise.” he finishes the pinky promise. 

From a distance away, Cheng Cheng was watching you two but he couldn’t hear anything since it was too far. He assumed that he didn’t have a chance anymore and fled the scene, going home early that day.

When you and Li Nong returned to the cafeteria, you asked the rest of the guys where Cheng Cheng went. They told you he left after the two of you. No one knew where he went.

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(First & second text are Y/N POV, Y/N calls Justin Ming Hao, no judging ok, third text Justin POV in case you get confused at first)

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When you arrived at school in the morning with Justin, you saw Cheng Cheng waiting for you at at the gates. This boy never got to school that early in his entire life. He walked towards you two and grabbed your wrist. “I’ll take care of her from now on.” Cheng Cheng said to Justin before running off with you.

“This is what it feels like to have your heart broken huh?” Justin watched as you two left.

.....

“Wait! Cheng! You’re running too fast!!!” you exclaimed.

He finally stops when you two reach the courtyard. You’re panting and your face is red from both running and embarrassment because of the conversation hours before. You feel his hand on your shoulder. When you look up, he’s grinning so widely at you. 

You two finally sit down on the bench and start talking.

“Care to explain?” you ask. He holds one of your hands, inching closer to you. And you close your eyes tight. You feel a pair of soft lips peck your forehead instead.

“I like you too.” he says.

You can’t believe it but it’s true, you liked him and he liked you. 

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see through - hyunghyuk

CHAPTER ONE

He wishes he could figure out where everything went so wrong, where the love just stopped, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know when things became so sour, so rotten, in their relationship, or when Heejin started spending more time with the girls instead of with him. He should’ve known right then and there when Heejin barely spared him a glance—when Heejin checked out long before Hyungwon could even process it.

All he knew was that their love became like a rotten apple: shiny and delicious looking on the outside, but once you took a bite it was black and mushy—rotten from the inside out.

Hyungwon wishes he could figure out the when and the why—when it all started to go so wrong and why Heejin decided he wasn’t the one for her—but he couldn’t.

One day, when clouds were scarce and the heat hit in waves, Heejin says, “Hyungwon,” in a tone he doesn’t recognize. She points to the leather one-seater, silently telling him to sit. Before she can even muster a word, Hyungwon can see her disappointed face, her telling gaze, and knows.

“We’re over,” he asks, “Aren’t we?”

She lets out a sigh.

“You know I love you,” he continues, “Right?”

He wants her to say something, anything, that wasn’t so devoid of feeling—call it a hunch, but he doesn’t think that was going to happen anytime soon. His mood plummets, going from something that was happy to something that was a mix of angry and sad, but he can’t say from what with certainty. There was always an inkling of doubt, a quiet voice in the back of his mind that told him that something bad was bound to happen.

He didn’t think it would be this, though.

“Hyungwon  please,” she says calmly, “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“I won’t,” he replies. It’s lifeless, hollow—empty. He makes his way to the front door, exchanging his house slippers for the dirty Converse he had just changed out of. “Goodbye, Heejin.”

“Hyungwon, let me at least explain—”

“Explain what, exactly? That you’re not in love with me?” He’s lacing up his shoes and can’t look up at her out of fear that he’s going to lose it. “That you’d rather see someone else than be with me? Or am I too drastically different than what you thought I was going to be?”

“Hyungwon -”

“No, I don’t need your explanation. I get it,” Hyungwon sighs. He steps out the door. “I know. Who would ever love someone like me, huh?”

He didn’t know when they got like this, all he knew was that they did and there was no going back.

+

It takes him about four hours, but he manages to walk from their apartment in Queens to Hyunwoo’s apartment in Brooklyn. He takes a glance at his phone, looking at all the missed calls from Heejin and scoffs. Why was she calling him? To rub it in his face that he wasn’t good enough for her?

He didn’t want to hear it.

His feet ache like all hell when he calls Hyunwoo to buzz him in, but the older does it without a question. He knocks on the door to Hyunwoo’s apartment and, as it opens, falls to the floor.

“Hyungwon,” Hyunwoo says, helping him back on his feet. Behind Hyunwoo he sees Changkyun and Jooheon looking at him with sad eyes and shakes it off. “I’m so sorry.”

“Can I move back in?”

“Of course. When have you ever been turned away from here?”

+

Single.

The word felt foreign on Hyungwon ’s tongue. He hadn’t been single in almost six years and, just like that, it was suddenly thrust upon him. He’s been single for a whole month. Thirty-one days and a handful of hours.

It feels like he’s gotten a large knife in his abdomen, twisted—he felt like he might as well have spilled his guts all over the floor of what used to be Hyungwon  and Heejin’s shared apartment. It feels like a heavily bleeding wound, one that he hastily slapped on bandages in hopes that it wouldn’t get so bad.

But it did, and now he’s dying and doesn’t want to do anything about it at all.

It’s in that moment that he remembers: Heejin still lives in the apartment, all by herself. He wonders if she ever painted the kitchen wall mint green like she had planned, something about brightening the dark kitchen. He wonders if she changed the color of the cabinets to the sleek white that she liked.

Single.

Hyungwon didn’t know if he likes being single at all.

+

A bit of backstory for those who don’t know: Hyunwoo, Hoseok, Kihyun, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun, and Minhyuk all meet in college back when getting a degree in the arts was enough to get years of ancestral disappointment put on your shoulders, they became the best of friends over the fact that their parents hated the fact that they were pursuing a career in their passions.

Hyunwoo was a dance major, Hyungwon was a performing arts major, and Jooheon was a music production major and they roomed together. Hoseok was a music major, focusing on music education, Changkyun worked towards his Bachelor’s in Digital Media, and Minhyuk went in for performing arts as well, and those three roomed together. They meet Kihyun in Hyungwon's second semester, when Hyungwon gets told to be an interpreter for a Korean exchange student that didn't know much English and, like destiny, all seven of them were really close friends.

They were, some might even say are , the best of friends.

There was nothing that they didn’t do together: whether it be partying or studying, they were all within each other’s grasps.

That’s when Hyungwon figures out he’s not exactly straight.

He and Minhyuk are both out of their mind when they decide it’s a good idea for them to kiss. Drunk on one too many pineapple and vodka drinks, Minhyuk grabs him by the collar of his black striped button down and kisses him.

“We should date,” Minhyuk says curtly, breaking apart from the intense kiss.

“We should,” Hyungwon replies. He's breathless.

And they did. They dated for two years. They promise each other that they’ll be together forever and go on cute dates. They don’t tell their friends, either. It wasn’t any of their business to know whether or not they were dating.

But it all breaks apart in the end.

Minhyuk gets distant with not just Hyungwon, but everyone. When Hyunwoo and Jooheon are finally able to open the studio--a small space with just enough room to keep all their recording equipment--Minhyuk isn’t there. When Hoseok gets accepted into Potsdam’s Master’s program, and subsequently asks for their help moving into the dorms, Minhyuk isn’t there. There’s a long list of things that Minhyuk just isn’t there for and the cherry on top of the sundae is a note from Minhyuk on the day he was leaving.

One where he says they should break up.

“You were just going to leave me? Like that, Minhyuk,” Hyungwon says, “You know, I was worried about you when you didn’t answer your phone. I thought something happened. I-I thought you were hurt, but you’re just packing up and leaving in the middle of the night. You've been avoiding us for a month."  Hyungwon holds the note in his hands, the one that Minhyuk left on his dresser from the night before everything turned to shit. “And you didn’t even break up with me face to face, you had to do it over a fucking note like a coward? Why couldn’t you tell me?”

“Hyungwon, I finally got a job. One that will pay me well so I don’t have to live in a shithole apartment,” Minhyuk replies. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gonna happen in the next few years, but I know that I can’t keep you waiting for me. I don’t know if I’m ever gonna come back to Brooklyn.”

“So you don’t want to see me because of it?”

“I don’t want you to wait for me, Hyungwon. It’s not fair to you.”

Minhyuk leaves for California the morning after their argument. Hyunwoo offers to drive him to the airport because it would cost more than Minhyuk had to catch a taxi and he wakes everyone up to go with him. Hyungwon doesn’t want to go, doesn’t want to see Minhyuk off after he shattered his heart, but he goes anyway.

He wasn't about to have everything revealed right before Minhyuk's plane took off.

They’re waving him off at the airport when Hyungwon and Minhyuk make eye contact. There’s a hidden apology in Minhyuk’s eyes, but Hyungwon wasn’t going to accept it.

He gets an offer to be a vocalist in a studio that wasn’t Hyunwoo’s and he took it, leaving Hyungwon stands there--eyes misted with tears.

He says nothing.

+

Even when Minhyuk is out of the picture, Hyungwon can’t help but picture him.  

He reads article after article about Lee Minhyuk, America’s Next Big Indie Artist according to Billboard. He’s got the same face, the same smile, but his hair is teal. It suits him. Hyungwon wishes he could say it to Minhyuk’s face. In fact, Hyungwon wishes simply to just be able to see Minhyuk’s face, but he knows it won’t come into fruition.

The album is called Shine Forever and Minhyuk’s voice is so smooth and so captivating that Hyungwon melts.

He listens to song after song on repeat and he grieves his friendship, as well as what could’ve been the relationship Hyungwon had always wanted, time and time again.

+

It’s been three years since Minhyuk has left New York, five years of Hyungwon staying in the same place, hoping that he’d come back. Minhyuk never does. Unless it’s for a concert or whatnot, Hyungwon knows deep down he won’t come back.

He meets Heejin around this time and finally, just finally , feels like he can move on. Minhyuk’s been out of his life for a particularly long time now. If he can let go, so can Hyungwon, although Hyungwon would need just the slightest push to do so.

He meets her in a museum, of all places, when Changkyun drags him out of their apartment by the ear.

“Your moping,” Changkyun says, “Is very tragic. So we’re going to the museum.”

“But I don’t wanna-” Changkyun sends Hyungwon a look, the look if you will, and Hyungwon sighs. “Fine, I’m getting my things.”

They get on the B line and, soon after, get off on 81st Street. Changkyun is grinning from ear to ear, holding Hyungwon’s hand in his own as he tugs the older up the steps.

“Aw,” the stranger says, "Are you guys together?"

“Oh, no, ha,” Hyungwon responds, handing Heejin the ticket, “He’s my best friend. He’s been wanting to come here for a little bit and we finally went.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry for assuming,” the stranger replies, face beet red as Hyungwon hands her his entry ticket. “I’m Heejin.” She scribbles something on the ticket and slides it back to Hyungwon.

He reads what was on it.

Sorry for assuming haha, that could have caused a really big misunderstanding, huh. We should grab some coffee or something. My treat! [xxx-xxx-xxxx] - Heejin

At first, it’s great. Heejin and Hyungwon have such undeniable chemistry that it shakes him down to the core. Heejin gets acquainted rather quickly to his friend group as well. She gets everyone to fall in love with her--even Changkyun, which is no small feat considering romance and meeting new people was not  in his wheelhouse--and Hyungwon is finally happy.

Until Hyunwoo shows him a particularly odd message.

+

Minhyuk > Hyunwoo 12:00

I’m coming back

Not this year, because I’m squaring off an album

But next year for certain

And I’m staying for good

I don’t like it in California.

+

It's the accursed year that Minhyuk is supposed to come back and Hyungwon is more than stressed.

"Wonnie, what's wrong?" Heejin asks. She back hugs him and he shrugs it off, leaving her looking absolutely astonished.

“Nothing,” he replies simply, trudging to their room to lay down.

He supposes Minhyuk coming back was the catalyst to his impending relationship imploding, unsurprising when Hyungwon realizes that his entire life revolved around the elder.

[next chapter]

#monsta x #monsta x fic #pairing: hyunghyuk #rated: m #length: multi chaptered #seethroughfic

[cassoliver]

new york’s very own cassandra “cass” oliver was spotted on broadway street in reebok club c 85 vintage shoes . your resemblance to  sydney sweeney is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your  twenty-first  birthday bash . while living in nyc ,  you’ve been labeled as being  naive  , but also compassionate . i guess being a  pisces  explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be exposed tan lines , loud laughter , and only ever wearing gold jewelry  . ( i slept with one of my co-stars while we were shooting on location, not knowing they had a significant other back home )  &  ( cis-female & she / her  )

lia takes on a second character TAKE TWO whAT is up you guys , it’s ya girl back at it again with another muse . i randomly got a lot of inspiration for this new girly pop and i feel p good about it ! go ahead and smash that mf like button if you wanna plot ! i can slide into your ims or on discord if that’s more your jam !

S T A T S ↴

– * FULL NAME : cassandra rosemary oliver – NICKNAME(S) : cass ( commonly referred as ), cassie – * AGE : twenty-one – * D.O.B : march 16th – * ZODIAC : pisces – * GENDER : cis-female –* ORIENTATION : bisexual biromantic – * HEIGHT : 5′4″ – * NATIONALITY : american – * BIRTHPLACE : asbury park , new jersey – * OCCUPATION : student + actress – * TRAITS : compassionate, creative, intuitive, gentle, empathetic, fun-loving, naive, whimsical, loyal, subservient, overly emotional, pensive, fearful, overly trusting

B I O G R A P H Y ↴

   you’d have to be living under a rock to not know jeremy and elizabeth marie oliver . think brad pitt and angelina jolie , will smith and jada pinkett , or whatever other celebrity IT couple you fancy . jeremy is notoriously known for his acting career that took off in the late 80′s . around the same time , elizabeth marie’s acting / modeling career was taking off across the pond . the iconic duo met through work and quickly fell in love . after their over the top wedding ceremonies ( yes plural . they got married once in jeremy’s hometown in new jersey and then again in elizabeth marie’s hometown in england ). shortly after their holy matrimony , they produced three healthy babies : mason , samuel , and cassandra . there were a few years in between the kiddos , but they were all raised in a tight knit family outside of the limelight in asbury park , new jersey . their parents decided to take a break from working in order to raise their kids . i wish i could say that gave the oliver trio a normal childhood . but it’s kind of hard to go to public school and not draw attention to yourself when your parents are household names . it was hard for cassandra to understand that her parents were super famous and for some reason that meant something to people . if you asked her , there was no reason to get all starstruck over her parents . they were just people after all .

    so i guess you could say she had a normal childhood . at least , as normal as one could have with their name and photos constantly plastered all over tabloids . cassandra grew up in a happy and loving environment , which is nice . and with her dad working part time as a professor at his alma mater , juilliard , she and her family bounced back and forth between their coastal home in new jersey and their urban townhouse in new york . and she throughly enjoyed experiencing the best of both worlds . both places felt like home to her and she and her brothers made the best memories together . see , her brothers were her best friends growing up . mason and samuel were five (5) and three (3) years older than her , respectively , and she followed them around everywhere they went . the two boys let her reluctantly at first when mom and dad forced them to but over time it became enjoyable to have her be just another member of their friend group . cassandra was well liked and throughly protected by her brothers and their friends . they shielded her away from all things dangerous : from substances to rude people . this led to a pretty sheltered upbringing . she lived in this little bubble where things were all good all the time .

   as she got older , she had to learn to fend for herself a bit more . no longer was she under the watchful gaze of her brothers , for they had rushed into graduating high school early so that they could pursue their own acting careers-- following in line with their infamous parents . having the oliver last name gave them an advantage in the film industry and they ran with that opportunity . meanwhile , cassandra stayed back and took her time . acting was always something she was interested in . there’s no way she could be a member of her household and not dabble in the art at least a little bit . but it wasn’t a top priority to her for a long time . she didn’t want to rely on her family name to get her somewhere in the industry . if she was going to do it , she wanted to do it right . she wanted to earn her place just like anybody else . and if it worked out for her then great ! and if it didn’t , well she prepared a back-up plan . she elected to go to NYU for business instead of studying acting or just bypassing college all together . she figured if all else failed , then she’d start her own company and branch out of the creative arts .

  and she took her college career very seriously . she’s studious and hard-working , genuinely enjoying learning new things and having a ‘ normal college experience ’. even though people still look at her funny or talk about her behind her back once they figure out why she looks so gosh darn familiar , she’s come to find that college students are much more chill than the kids that used to bombard her with questions about her famous family on the play ground . most days , cassandra gets by feeling like a completely normal girl . no fame or fortune , just a regular schemgular student trying to get by . and she’d probably gotten away with just melting into the background and never breaking out into the limelight if it wasn’t for one little netflix project she agreed on .

  it was just supposed to be another passion project . cassandra had done a few small roles in indie movies at that point . just enough to dip her toes into the movie making world but not enough to drag her away from getting a higher education . but when a script for a new netflix original series was slid in her direction by a family friend turned agent-- well , she just couldn’t put it down ! she loved everything about the show and knew she just had to be a part of it . so she gave up one summer of her life to film OUTER BANKS , not at all thinking that it would blow up the way it did a year later when it premiered . and now news is breaking out that the youngest oliver is finally stepping out into the acting scene , which is warranting a lot of media attention towards her . honestly , she feels pretty good about the project itself . she’s very proud of the show and is incredibly grateful that it’s doing as well as it is . but when it comes to all the notoriety she’s getting because of it , well ... she’s still adjusting to being famous in her own right and not just secondhand through her family . she’s a little overwhelmed . she’s a big girl now that has to navigate through this next chapter of her life without anybody holding her hand or shielding her from the highs and lows of being known . whether or not she thrives in the limelight or crumbles under the pressure is to be determined .

P E R S O N A L I T Y  &  F U N  F A C T S ↴

i think it’s really funny to call her the third franco brother ( yes dave and james have a third brother , his name is tom ). bc like her brothers are essentially mega stars w all the movies they’ve been in at this point and she’s sort of the other sibling that everyone forgets about . y’know until recently lol

she is a giant sweetheart !! just v lovey and kind and empathetic ,, has a warmth to her that makes it feel like it’s summertime all the time

v humble bc she does not consider herself famous what so ever . like being second-hand famous from her family and getting a few extra instagram followers bc of her last name is one thing , but with the success of her current show she’s being put on covers of magazines , being interviewed for teen vogue and stuff like that , getting verified on everything , and gaining hundreds of thousands of followers DAILY . it’s crazy to her

naive in the sense that she’s rlly out here thinking that everyone has a heart as big as hers and has only the best intentions when sadly that might not be the case !! so like ,,,, probs gets taken advantage of and doesn’t even realize it . or messes things up bc she thinks she can just continue living a normal average joe life when in reality her whole life has been far from average ,, the whole world’s got their eye on her and everything she says and does publicly can and will be scrutinized and she is just …. not prepared for that

wants to have a good time and do cool art sh*t !! as long as she’s being creative in some aspect , she’s happy . honestly doesn’t take a lot to make her happy

but also when she gets sad oh boy oh boy does she get sad . pretty much down and out and nothing anyone says or does can make her feel better unfortunately . will just self isolate and you just gotta let her ride it out ://

hobbies include painting , reading , collecting plants , and taking photos

has a second instagram account just for her photography ! @casstookthis lol

lives with her “babies” which are like 10 house plants and all of her books

v family oriented ! goes to visit her parents regularly and talks to her brothers basically daily despite living on two different coasts

acting was always something she knew she wanted to do-- and that may or may not have to do w her parents’ influence and the pressure to follow in their foot steps just like her brothers did 

as kids , she and her brothers would work together to put on performances in the living room for their parents . they’d make “short films” and upload them to all 6 of their subscribers on youtube

allergic to cats but wants one so bad ,, has never had a pet in her life actually

the little things amuse her . her sense of humor is really quite simple . hit her w some puns and / or a dad joke and you’ll have her rolling

is learning how to speak mandarin and french

always over-prepared , never underprepared ,, needs to feel like she is capable of handling anything or else she panics

cannot tell a lie to save her life , gets nervous and can’t make eye contact

at any given moment , you can tell what she’s thinking and what she’s feeling just from taking one look at her face . sometimes she tries to mask it because she is an actress after all . but it’s not hard to see through the facade that she puts on if you know her well

hopeless romantic af ! romanticizes everything in life ! loves love in all forms , romantic , platonic , self love , whatever ! looks at the world through rose tinted glasses and heart eyes ! probably falls in love with a person , place , or thing at least 5 times a day !

prefers summer and living near a beach / some body of water over living in the middle of the city . so she’ll often visit back home or go stay with her brothers in LA , not just to be closer to family , but to be more in her element

her family has so many houses simply bc their lives are all over the place ???? like they kept her childhood home in new jersey but they also always had a luxury townhouse in new york plus a summer home in the hamptons and a cottage in england and an apartment in los angeles that her brothers currently reside in . she used to just stay in the townhouse while going to school but she recently bought her own apartment bc she wants to be #independent

might catch her as the lead in a new netflix original movie coming soon *wink wink*

is in love with her best friend east harvey and they’re getting married

WANTED CONNECTIONS PAGE HERE

#wealthyhq:intro #this is short right? i tried to keep it short #but anyways plz love my soft girly pop

[jiyu-koya]

Let's be honest at 3am - Update on art block.

Hey, it's been a long time since you've heard of me, and honesty is important to any relationship so hear me out. It's 3 am, I'm tired, let's go.

Art block doesn't even begin to describe what I'm going through these past couple of years. Idk what's wrong with me but I've left drawing aside lately, and by lately I mean like a year, though it's mostly lack of time.

Honestly, it's a weird time for me art-wise (And life-wise as any college student ever can say). Going to an art based university, I kinda expected it'd make me learn more and fulfill my thirst for art, but what it's done instead is drain me of it and waste my time on that more than my personal projects.

And another thing I've found about myself, since we're on this topic, is that I really can't push myself to create something. If it's been ordered or I have a deadline, then I get this burden on my shoulders that affects my performance. Which I know I have to get over soon because if I want to be an artist, this is exactly a skill I should be able to have. But I feel guilty, because I have a handful request that should be easy and I really wanted to make them, and I just. Can't. Do it. I have 5 versions of sketches for each one rotting in my files, and I can't bring myself to finish them. And that goes for all my recent ideas for art.

So I'm really really sorry about those request left undone, I was even stupid enough to answer privately to some and now can't find the URL to explain the deal or even say who requested them in the first place if I ever do them. Like GRRR.

Moreover, last year I got really into D&D and also grew out a bit of my anime phase. Don't get me wrong, I still like anime and all that, but last anime I watched was Fairy Tail final series (which I didn't even finish), and while I'm still a fan, I don't get as inspired by it as much as I did. I have one big piece of artwork on the making since summer, which for some reason can't keep me inspired enough to work on it for more than... Maybe less than an hour, or even half - as well as sooo many ideas for concept art and artworks that I've left as sketches or haven't even begun.

And coming back to D&D, it's inspired me to practice new forms of art, such as comics / graphic novel, and animation, which I started teaching myself around that time last year. In the rare instances I get the time to work on some drawing, I often find myself working on a few more draft pages of a graphic novel, or practicing animation, other times drawing D&D characters, or what I've been doing lately, painting from reference. All of which is a different, more personal work that ties in with the next topic.

Let's be honest here, I'm kind of shy. If you've noticed I very very rarely post text posts of any kind on Tumblr, and even now I'm very nervous to even post this. However, this culture of media, with the movies and series and comics and fantasy and just this whole escapism and art and animation and cartoonish aesthetic, etc, is something that I wanted to do since I was really young. I really wanna be an animator, a concept artist, a comic book artist, all that kind of stuff. And in 2019, going to 2020 in less than a month, it's possible thanks to social media. But. I'm shy. And it's not easy.

Truth is that art pieces that make it to Tumblr are my proudest ones, the best of the best, only the finished ones that look good to me, and lemme tell you, this has gotten so much more difficult as I reached "adulthood".

And for better or worse, this blog is just anime, and specifically Fairy Tail. Which I don't want to diverge from, but the constant exposure to that has burned me out. I'd like to expand my horizons on that, like I want to draw some Critical role, or Game of Thrones, or even other Fandoms and even some D&D.

But that isn't the point. It's not what I draw, it's that I don't finish my art or I don't post it.

Part of it might stem from the fact that I used to get a decent amount of notes and following, and after I took a few months off to study 3 years ago (holy shit it's been 3 years), that kind of... Disappeared. I'm sure some of you may understand that when you build up a tempo and momentum that suddenly vanishes, it becomes quite discouraging. Especially when I've been working soooo much harder on my art and taking it more seriously than when I did in high school. I obviously don't mean to fish for compliments here - I know my worth and I know it's just stupid algorithms - it's just something that happens and affects me on some level and I know most artists go through or have gone through at least once on their lives and understand where I'm coming from.

Sigh... The point of this entire long ass post is to... Be honest with you, explain it to you who will - I hope - understand. Some of you are artists and can probably see where I'm coming from. I haven't reached a decision yet, but it's something that is often on my mind and plagues my thoughts. And I know this blog is super new and I haven't given it the love it requires. I haven't even figured out its identity yet.

I found a piece of identity in drawing fanart with a twist, like metaphorical or realistic, or crossovers between universes etc. Which, while is something that I like, art block, man, it's eating me alive.

I don't know if I'll start posting anything different for the time being, but I have thoughts on posting on other platforms like ArtStation. Still, very new and alien to me, so I haven't figured it out yet. Please don't take my word for it.

Other than that, this is about it. Feel free to ask me any questions if you want and even care, sorry for the long post, I might even delete this who knows.

~Ellie

#This has been a long time coming #I expect this to be untoticed and very few people to see it #But it's something I felt like I had to address #Because my legacy has been lost a long time ago #And I realize now that I can't ignore it anymore #I hope you guys understand #I really appreciate it if you do #Jiyu-koya #Update #Long post

[smokelesseyes]

Hello fellow treasure planet fan!!! First off, I'd like to start by saying I love your OC Sky!!! She's very cool and I'm loving her story so far! And, if you don't mind, I'd love to know more about her! Especially if there's anything connected between her and the main cast of characters. Another question; can I please draw her? :)

Aw hello!  Thank you so much for reaching out! The Treasure Planet fandom seems so small, and OCs are even rarer to come across!! SO, I’m happy to be able to talk to you! :D  AHHHHH thank you so much!! I love her and have been working on her story when I have time (I’m currently one week out from finishing my college semester so I’m pretty busy but am trying my best to doodle and create when I have the time). 

AH gosh, okay, what would you like to know specifically? I finished her profile art wise but still need to do the write up portion. I think I have her story mostly squared away so I can answer any burning questions that you might have about her O3O  Main characters! Okay, well, she actually knows Silver; I guess I’ll have to provide some back story to explain how they meet, so let me set the stage for ya XD So, as I have mentioned, Sky lives with her great aunt and little sister in a small, rural town on a planet a little farther out than Montressor. Her  parents die suddenly when she is 8/9 yrs old and her her great aunt falls ill when she is around 11. It is around when her great aunt falls ill that she takes over as the main breadwinner of her ragtag family, running the several generation bakery and caring for her sister and great aunt (note: Sky’s great aunt isn’t completely incapacitated, but she has become wheelchair bound due to her illness so she cannot run the bakery as she did before. She mainly offers assistance and advice to Sky to help her with the baked goods and watches her youngest great grand niece (still deciding on her name XD). 

Sky is able to maintain her family’s income and run the bakery with her great aunt’s help for the first few years, but things become sticky after taxes are increased in the town astronomically, putting out a majority of the rag tag businesses or forcing them to sell out/ give their deeds to one of the wealthiest, plundering families who happen to have great influence over Sky’s town and neighboring counties (the ones who may or may not have suggested upping the taxes to seek more control). The bakery is no different, and when Sky notices their running out of money/ability to keep the bakery open, she knows she needs to come up with a quick way to make money, and fast.

This is what leads to Sky offering her intellect and skills for profit; AKA, Sky offers her services in tinkering to those down by the pier several miles out from her little town. Since her world is fairly behind and more misogynistic than others, Sky disguises herself as a boy in order to freely navigate through the bustling port and offer what she has to those who are interested. 

Of course, she soon learns that she isn’t going to get enough customers or money from people right with the law; why trust a 13 year old “boy” to handle some tech issue you have when you can pay an apprentice with the education and skill? And even if they do take her up on her offer, she gets paid even less than what she wants, which will make it impossible for her to actually pay for the bakery and her family’s basic needs. 

Sooo...She crosses over into the black market. 

People running from the law are more desperate and willing to pay more to get something fixed. Sometimes people can be rough (she got some scars to prove that) but most times, things go good. She’s not only able to make enough extra cash to support her family and bakery, but can also perform a service that happens to be her passion. So all in all, it’s good. 

And, it is here that she runs into, you guessed it: Silver. After being on the run for a few months (post Treasure Planet), Silver stops by the dingy little port and is in a pretty big need to get a part looked at (I don’t know what yet, but just that it’s something Silver himself can’t just hit a few times and fix XD). He soon hears the rumors about a young engineer with sharp eyes and tongue who appears around the port a few times a week, and can fix anything you ask him to, for a price. With this info, Silver sticks to the shadows and makes work of tracking this engineer down, and when he does, it’s Sky.

Sky of course, goes by “Larz” when she is undercover.  She’s about 15-16 at this point, so she knows her way around the port. She offers her assistance to Silver, and the two strike a bargain (Sky is much more stubborn than Silver thought) and she fixes whatever his issue is fairly quickly and impressively. Her skill and coded, mysterious nature intrigue Silver, and so, he finds himself watching her over the next couple days that he hides out at the port, wondering what it is that makes the boy so interesting. 

I’m thinking that on one of these times, Silver steps in when one of “Larz’s” clients are getting  a little too rough, which annoys Sky and sets her off, as she can take care of herself, thank you very much. And it’s that spark that Silver sees that reminds him of Jim, and oh no John, do NOT get yourself invested in another kid-

But it’s hopeless. Jim’s made him soft for clearly under appreciated, trodden down, brilliant teens, and Silver finds him with yet another troubled (different sort of troubled though) teen. The two end up talking, and actually meet up every time to chat at the port while Silver is there then next couple of days and Sky comes to offer her services.

Well, more so, Silver goes out of his way to “run” into her, and eventually, Sky gives in and joins him for a conversation (annoyed or not, the guy did save her from a pretty nasty brawl AND had been nothing but kind to her since, looking out for her and all. Plus, if he did try anything, Sky knew 8 ways off the top of her head to dismantle him, so she was prepared). 

And the conversation goes pretty well, leading to several more before Silver leaves after his few days (still on the run and all that, heh), but he comes by every couple of months to see her and catch up. Sky still keeps her disguise and Silver doesn’t pry, but he’s pretty much figured out that she’s not who she says she is (Sky’s smart and can outsmart most of the pirates at the belly of the port, but not Silver). 

This is just the beginning though; there’s a whole lot more that goes on between them, but I think this is what I will share for now (also I don’t wanna make you read anymore cause I know it’s a lot XD). You’ll have to tell me what you think! :D 

Oh, and before you ask, yes, she does eventually meet Jim, but the two get off on sort of a rocky start (some jealousy with Silver and all that, but the relationships Sky and Jim have with Silver are not the same; Silver and Jim have that father & son thing going on, where as Silver and Sky have a “friendship, but also mentor” sort of thing. Jim doesn’t realize that though so he doesn’t like Sky all that much, and Sky’s not a big fan of men in uniform, so he can hate her all he wants and it’s no skin off her nose. Basically, bad first impressions, so we will see where it goes~). 

And finally: YES OF COURSE YOU CAN DRAW HER!! AHHH I’M SO HONORED YOU WOULD EVEN ASK!! THANK YOU!! TTuTT

[lets-talk-appella]

Aubrey’s Least Favorite Game

Bechloe Week 2019: Truth or Dare

Summary: Or, the three times Aubrey hated Truth or Dare and the one time she didn't. For Bechloe Week 2019: Truth or Dare.

Word Count: 3k

Rating: G

AO3 and FFN

The first time Aubrey played Truth or Dare, she swore to never play again.

She was in middle school, and Taryn Henning dared Mitch Benson to kiss her. On the mouth, even. Before Aubrey could protest or punch him, Mitch just swooped down and pressed his awkward seventh grade mouth to hers. He had horrible breath, everyone was looking, and Aubrey just wanted it to end, which it did eventually, thank God. Then she punched him.

She was furious for days. You can’t just dare a first kiss on someone against their will. It’s rude, for one thing, and it was her first kiss. She had a whole scenario planned for her first kiss (one that involved sunsets and picnics and maybe Leonardo di Caprio), so for one idiot and a stupid game to take that from her was traumatic, to say the least.

Aubrey never wanted to play Truth or Dare again, or any game like it, to be completely honest. And for the most part, she succeeded in that venture. For any subsequent middle school and early high school party, Aubrey abstained from Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and pretty much every other game her friends seemed to find endless enjoyment in.

Thankfully, the fun of those sorts of games wore off over time. By the time she was a junior in high school, she allowed herself to think that she might actually be free of Truth or Dare for the rest of her life.

And then she went to college and joined the Barden Bellas.

********************

It wasn’t until Alice, the tyrannical Bella captain, dared her and Chloe to streak across campus that Aubrey realized she may have made a mistake in joining the Bellas.

“This is stupid,” she said to Chloe even as they undressed behind the auditorium. “It’s hazing, you know, and we could seriously bust them for this.”

Chloe shrugged and Aubrey looked pointedly up at the night sky; Chloe was already naked. “It’s not like it’s dangerous,” she said. “It’s bonding, like Alice said. Just Truth or Dare. We’ll get her back next round.”

“We could get in trouble,” Aubrey reminded her as she finished stripping and placed her clothes in a neat pile against the side of the building with Chloe’s.

“No one’s out there,” Chloe assured her. She was right; it was a Saturday evening right at the start of the school year, so campus had become a ghost town.

“Still,” Aubrey emphasized, crossing her arms over her chest and angling her body slightly to the side. She didn’t understand why Chloe wasn’t more upset about this. She also definitely didn’t understand how Chloe could just… stand there, totally natural, as if she wasn’t in her birthday suit in front of a near-stranger. They’d only met that night at the first rehearsal, and yet, Chloe was acting like they’d been friends for years.

Chloe shifted in place, glancing toward the window Alice and the other sophomore Bellas were watching them from. “Look, I know it’s not great, but if we wanna join the Bellas, we just have to do this little dare. Just this one, okay?”

“We’ve been doing stupid dares for that stupid game all night,” Aubrey complained. “You really think this is the last one?”

“I…” Chloe hesitated, then looked down. “I just really want to be a Bella, okay?”

Aubrey deflated slightly. She understood completely. “Fine,” she agreed through clenched teeth, bringing Chloe’s eyes back up to meet hers. “But when we’re co-captains of the Bellas,” she said, making Chloe smile, “let’s promise not to make new girls do crap like this, okay?”

“Deal,” Chloe said, then, “Race you?”

It was dumb, but even that hint of competition made Aubrey’s stomach tighten. “You got it,” she said stiffly, stopping herself from looking at Alice. She didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.

“Ready?” Chloe asked, starting in a lunge that Aubrey mirrored. “Three… two… one… go!”

It wasn’t until later, after their naked sprint across campus was done and they’d put their clothes back on, that Aubrey wondered if Chloe had let her win. The more she thought about it, hovering in the back of her mind even as Alice officially welcomed her and Chloe to the Bellas (“I guess you slut-bags are in it for the long haul,” she’d said), the more Aubrey was certain that Chloe had only done the whole thing to take her mind off of the situation.

As much as Aubrey had hated that dare, it had told her one thing: even after knowing her for barely an hour, Chloe had known competition would be just what Aubrey needed to get through.

********************

The next time Aubrey was coerced into playing Truth or Dare, it was actually Chloe’s idea. It was their senior year, and they’d somehow found themselves co-captaining the strangest band of Bellas of all time. Really, why would anyone want to be known as “Fat” Amy? Chloe had insisted on the game, claiming it would help them all bond.

“Oh, you mean like it bonded us and the old Bellas?” Aubrey whispered furiously to Chloe, pulling her aside almost as soon as the suggestion had left her mouth. “We promised, Chloe. We wouldn’t make them do this.”

Chloe was already shaking her head. “This won’t be like that,” she said. “This isn’t initiation, and we won’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do. It’s just bonding!”

“I really don’t think—”

“Okay, Bellas!” Chloe called to their new recruits, clapping her hands as she turned away from Aubrey and the whiteboards. “Form a circle, and we’ll play!”

“Chloe!” Aubrey hissed, but her voice was lost under the mingled groans and cheers emitted by the ragtag group as they dragged their metal chairs into a sloppy circle that was really more of an ellipse.

“Does everyone know how to play?” Chloe asked, taking her own seat. “You just pick on a person, and have them choose between a truth or a dare, and then—”

“Yeah, we know, let’s get on with it,” Amy said loudly, waving her hand.

“Totes!” Chloe chirped. “Um, Beca, do you want to start?”

Aubrey had to bite back a sarcastic laugh; the alt girl that Chloe had begged her to let join looked about as happy about this as Aubrey felt.

“Um, I’m good,” Beca muttered, her eyes flicking toward the door. “Maybe someone else wants to—”

“I’ll go,” Stacie said, looking delighted. “Chloe, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Chloe said, and Stacie’s eyes gleamed.

“Who was that guy you were making out with at Hood Night?” she asked, leaning forward.

Aubrey rolled her eyes as most of the other girls “oooohed,” though she noticed Beca took on a more sullen look than usual.

Chloe beamed and launched into an explanation of Tom, which kicked off the annoying game in full. Chloe dared Amy to stand on her chair and sing the alphabet (which she did, stretching it out for a full three minutes, making every letter into one ridiculously long, rather off-tune note); Amy picked Cynthia Rose, who chose dare (to Amy’s disappointment) and subsequently had to attempt to perform a handstand; she looked at Lilly, who grinned evilly, before choosing Aubrey.

Aubrey sighed. “Truth.”

Cynthia Rose grinned. “Do you hate the Trebles because you’re secretly in love with Bumper?”

A few of the Bellas laughed, except for Chloe, who winced.

Aubrey smiled tightly. “No, Cynthia Rose, I hate them because they’re immature assholes whose male energy taints those who are unfortunate enough to find themselves near to them,” she answered, then looked across the circle. “Beca. Truth or dare?”

Beca rolled her eyes so hard that Aubrey was briefly concerned about retinal detachment. “How about neither?”

“Truth it is,” Aubrey decided for her, ignoring Chloe’s small sound of protest. “Are you boning Jesse?”

She knew it was a long shot (Beca had already denied her obvious toner and wasn’t about to admit it in front of all of them) but maybe she’d catch Beca by surprise and be able to toss her snarky ass out of the Bellas.

“Oh my God! Again?” Beca asked, throwing her hands into the air. “Dude, you don’t get it, do you?”

“I asked you—”

“Aubrey—”

“Okay, you know what?” Beca spoke over her and Chloe. “I have to be at the station for my actual job, not wasting time playing this—playing middle school games!” she stood from her chair quickly, grabbing her bag.

“Wait, Beca!” Chloe called after her, but Beca only glanced her way before storming out of the auditorium.

Chloe sighed and looked down at her lap. A trickle of guilt ran down Aubrey’s spine; she hadn’t meant for that to happen.

“So, are we still playing, or…” Amy trailed off.

“I can lead you to Ancient Mesopotamian art,” Lily whispered.

“No, you guys can go,” Chloe dismissed with an attempt at a smile. “Thanks for playing, that was really…” she stopped, her voice lost under the sound of seven metal chairs scraping backward as the new Bellas rose to their feet and started picking up their things. Stacie waved goodbye, but the rest of the girls wandered away and out of the auditorium without a second look.

Chloe wouldn’t look at Aubrey; her eyes stayed focused on her lap even after everyone else was gone.

Aubrey cleared her throat, breaking the silence. “Look, Chloe, I’m—”

“Did you have to ask her that again?” Chloe asked, picking up her head to glare at Aubrey. “She already told you she isn’t seeing him, and besides, you know I—” she stopped abruptly, looking away again.

Aubrey shifted in her chair uncomfortably. “I didn’t know she’d leave like that.”

“You never even—you know what?” Chloe huffed. “I’m gonna walk home. I’ll meet you there.”

“Wait, Chloe, I can still drive us!” Aubrey called after her, but Chloe was already up and walking to the exit.

********************

Aubrey had to hand it to herself; her retreat was a total success.

So what if maybe it had more to do with Beca finally realizing that her ass was not, in fact, a hat, and admitting to Chloe (and everyone, but mostly to Chloe) that she’d been doing a secret internship the entire time. Aubrey thought that was pretty impressive, actually, and was secretly pretty proud of Beca—not everyone gets an opportunity like that—and her confession seemed just the thing to fix whatever weirdness had been happening between all the Bellas.

The hope that the Bellas as an institution might actually continue following a potential success at the Worlds competition put Aubrey in a good mood. Such a good mood, actually, that she didn’t even protest when Emily suggested a game of Truth or Dare around the campfire.

Instead, she joined in, having fun with it for the first time in her life because she was friends with every single person playing. She trusted them, and that made all the difference.

Emily dared Amy to put six marshmallows in her mouth at once, a feat which was accomplished happily; Amy got Flo to confess that she still sleeps with no fewer than twenty-eight Beanie Babies; Flo got her turn, and asked Lily what she was going to do over the summer, the answer to which Aubrey didn’t catch but had both Flo and Amy reeling away from her in horror; no one could hear who Lilly called on, so Cynthia Rose took her turn and dared Stacie to play the rest of the game topless.

Aubrey was about to intervene at that point—the less nudity, the better—but Beca beat her to it.

“Oh come on, don’t make her do that,” she said, picking up a marshmallow to spear on the end of a stick. “The rest of us would have to suffer.”

“You don’t wanna see my goodies?” Stacie pouted, already reaching to take off her shirt. “It doesn’t bother me.”

“Your goodies might catch on fire,” Beca deadpanned, now holding her stick out to roast the marshmallow.

Stacie looked horrified and crossed her arms immediately.

Beside Aubrey, Chloe started to laugh. “Okay, move on,” she said, as the unofficial referee of the game. “Cynthia Rose, you can go again though.”

Cynthia Rose paused. “If there’s no nudity, they have to do it, right?”

Aubrey didn’t like the look in her eyes.

Chloe frowned. “I… nothing illegal, either.”

Cynthia Rose widened her eyes, the picture of innocence. “It’s not illegal! Promise.”

“I guess…” Chloe allowed slowly, and almost immediately, an evil look came over Cynthia Rose’s face.

“Um—” Aubrey started, wanting to shout a general warning before—

“Chloe, truth or dare?” Cynthia Rose asked.

Chloe thought for a moment before replying, “Dare.”

As soon as she said it, Aubrey knew it had been the wrong decision.

Cynthia Rose’s smile widened. “I dare you to kiss Beca.”

Aubrey’s stomach panged unpleasantly. Around her, the Bellas went silent and still; Chloe stared, her mouth hanging open, and Beca sat frozen as the marshmallow at the end of her stick caught on fire.

Then it was like a switch flipped, and suddenly the campfire erupted with noise and Chloe was being urged up from her chair by Stacie and guided around the fire to stand in front of Beca, who still wasn’t moving or blinking or even breathing that Aubrey could see.

And Aubrey was flung back to the seventh grade and Mitch Benson and something about the rigidity in Chloe’s spine and the panic in Beca’s face made her chest constrict because Aubrey wasn’t blind; she knew exactly what had been going on between Chloe and Beca for years (even if they wouldn’t admit it themselves) and she knew with complete certainty that neither of them would have wanted it to happen like this.

“Okay, hang on, stop!” she called out in her drill sergeant voice, and everyone stopped to look at her.

Aubrey took a breath, thinking fast. Chloe still looked like she was in shock; Beca’s marshmallow had fallen into the flames long ago, and now the stick she still held was burning.

“Beca, drop your stick!” she said, and Beca snapped to life, dropping the flaming wood into the fire with a yelp. Aubrey sighed and continued, “We can’t do this, guys, come on.”

“But—but Chloe said!” Cynthia Rose sputtered. “She has to!”

“Right, yes, she did,” Aubrey agreed, “and, um, I was going to say that we can’t do this without a camera.”

The relief on Beca and Chloe’s faces turned to horror.

“So, um, Amy, can you go to the cabin and grab me the camera?”

“But we all have phones.”

“Amy! Go get the camera!”

“All right, all right,” Amy said, hands raised defensively as she stood and started walking toward the cabin. “I’m going! Yeesh, no need to get all—”

She was cut off by her own scream, hoisted into the air by yet another bear trap.

“Oh—Amy!” Cynthia Rose shouted and ran to her, followed closely by the rest of the Bellas apart from Beca and Chloe, who stared at Aubrey.

“Did you just…” Beca started.

Aubrey lifted a finger to her lips. “They’ll forget all about it.”

The smile that Chloe sent her made it all worth it.

“Okay, ladies, get in formation,” Aubrey shouted to Cynthia Rose and the others, walking over to stand halfway between them and Beca and Chloe; she had to direct the take-down. “We’ve done this before, now, get under her!”

She tried not to listen, she really did. But she’d always had keen, military-grade hearing, and really, it wasn’t like Beca and Chloe were being nearly as quiet as they should have been. But as she supervised and directed Amy’s rescue for the second time that night, she overheard the conversation happening not ten feet behind her back.

“So, that was close,” Beca huffed quietly (not quietly enough).

“Yeah, um, would have been really aca-awkward.”

There was a pause during which Amy asked loudly for a juice box, and Aubrey pictured how Beca and Chloe were probably looking everywhere except at each other.

“Do you…” Chloe’s voice was barely there, shaking with nerves. “Do you, you know, maybe want to… try that… without an audience?”

Aubrey stopped trying not to listen and instead focused all her attention on what was happening behind her (sorry, Amy).

“I… you mean, the, like, the… kissing thing?”

“Yeah. Only if you want!”

“Well, there’s—I’m still—Jesse,” Beca muttered, and Aubrey wanted to roll her eyes. She’d seen that one coming a mile away, too, and no one had listened.

“Oh.” Aubrey winced at the disappointment in Chloe’s voice.

“But,” Beca said quickly. “I… well, he and I aren’t…”

Aubrey’s heart rate picked up.

“Look,” Beca sighed, “let me talk to him first, and then, you know, maybe we can try… that… not with an audience? I’d—I’d like to.”

Aubrey could almost feel the excitement coming off Chloe without looking at her.

“Yeah, that’s—totes.”

“Totes,” Beca said, and with great timing; the rope holding Amy up snapped, and she fell with a shout directly on top of Cynthia Rose and Flo.

“Um, great work!” Aubrey shouted over the chaos. “The teamwork was really…” she trailed off, no one listening to her, and glanced back in time to see Chloe reach out her hand and Beca take it, smiling at her more softly than she believed possible.

Well, thought Aubrey, satisfaction creeping through her. Maybe Truth or Dare doesn’t always have a bad ending.

#bechloe #bechloe fic #my writing #aubrey posen #beca mitchell #chloe beale #aubrey POV #bechloe week 2019

[robinrunsfiction]

Ok I’ve had this idea in my head for weeks and I trust you to write it. Person A: I’m in love with (person B)?! Why didn’t you tell me? Revenge Frank x reader during warped tour. Where the reader does merch for either my chem or another band and she’s kinda girlier (soft emo? Idk) and frank keeps finding excuses to talk to her and the band keeps teasing him about it. Just lots of awkward but cute fluffiness. Sorry it’s so long I’ve had this idea for weeks and can’t get it out of my head.

Summer of Like, Summer of Love 

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female ReaderRating: GeneralRequested By: @scrolling-my-life-awayWord Count: ~2,400Author’s Note:I love this request because I’m biased toward the early to mid-2000s as this is when I discovered FOB, MCR, all of them really! Also this request gave me an excuse to look at pre-hiatus FOB pics, revenge era MCR, and my own facebook photos for inspo! Also a little background Petekey for fun!

On the 2005 Warped Tour, the heat of the summer sun bakedeveryone alive during the day, and the parties revived everyone at night andtonight was no exception. You were only about a week into your first majortour, running the merch booth for the hottest new band, Fall Out Boy. You weresipping on a cup of stale beer as you looked around at all the band members,roadies and groupies who were partying after the last sets of the nightfinished.

You tried to pick out anyone you recognized when suddenlyyou thought you spotted a face that looked familiar. There were tons of bandsyou loved on the tour, but more than any other band, you really wanted to meetthe guys from My Chemical Romance, and you thought you saw them across the way.You could have sworn for a second Frank was even looking your way.

“Hey, (YN), wanna go grab some food?” Your cousin Patrickasked, seeming to appear out of thin air.

“Jesus, Trick, you really have to scare me like that?” Youjumped.

“Sorry, you wanna go grab something to eat or not?”

“Yea, I suppose,” you said setting your mostly empty cup ona table before following Patrick toward the van waiting to take the band out toget dinner.

From across the parking lot, Frank watched you walk away.

“Hey Mikes, what’s that one band you can’t shut up about?”

Mikey thought for a second. “You mean Fall Out Boy?”

“Yea, we should check them out tomorrow.”

~

The next day Frank, Mikey and Gerard were standing just offstage as Fall Out Boy performed.

“Who are you looking for?” Gerard asked as he watched Franklooking around at everyone but the band on stage.

“No one,” Frank replied snapping back to attention. “I’ll beright back,” he replied wandering off.

“Wasn’t this his idea?” Gerard asked his brother whoseattention was glued to the band, specifically the bassist on stage. “Never mind,”he muttered to himself.

Frank’s suspicion was correct. The girl he had spotted thenight before was singlehandedly working the Fall Out Boy merch booth, but atthe moment she wasn’t busy since all the fans were watching the band play.

“Hi, what can I- oh my God, you’re Frank Iero. Sorry, I justlove your music,” you gushed, blushing crimson.

Frank laughed and looked down to keep from blushing himself.He was used to girls fawning over him, throwing themselves at him, but this wasdifferent. He was certain you were the cutest thing he had ever seen.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Umm, what’s your name?”

“(YN),” you replied. “Sorry, again, you just startled me.”

He laughed again. “Are you gonna be at the party tonight?”

“Yea, usually am,” you replied, starting to notice peoplewere standing back, looking at the merch. “I’ll see you there?”

“Yea, I’ll see ya,” Frank said before waving and headingback to the backstage area before he got mobbed by fans.

~

Knowing that Frank was probably going to come talk to you atthe party tonight, you decided to put a little more effort into yourappearance. You had been avoiding wearing makeup during the day, since it wouldjust melt off in the heat, but now you made yourself up, and pulled on a pinktank top and a denim mini skirt.

You found Patrick and Joe by one of the kegs and Patrickpoured you a beer. You talked for a while before Pete and My Chemical Romancearrived. Everyone introduced themselves and you couldn’t help but notice Frankhad come to stand over by you.

“(YN), you need a refill?” Patrick asked.

“No, I’m good thanks,” you replied as some more people cameover and started talking. You spotted a picnic table close by and sat down.Much to your delight, Frank followed.

“So, is that your boyfriend?” Frank asked almost shyly.

“Patrick? Oh my God, no! He’s my cousin! He got me the jobmanaging the merch booth because I just graduated college and don’t have a jobyet.”

Frank tried to keep his cool and not let a relieved smilewash over his face. “Oh, sweet. What did you major in?”

“Marketing with a minor in graphic design. It was kind of amiddle ground. My parents would pay for school if I majored in something Icould get a job with.”

“So, what do you wanna do with it?”

You sighed. “I dunno, maybe get a job at an ad agency or-”

“No no, not what do your parents want you to do, what do youwanna do?” He asked, looking dead in your eyes. You stared back, a slow smilecreeping across your face. You were surprised he was able to see through yoursafe, but boring response.

“I wanna design band merch, and logos, and album art, all ofit. That’s why Patrick put me up for this job, he knows I’ve been obsessed withthis for years.”

Frank smiled once he heard the truth spill from your lips.“That’s so cool, I’d love to see your work some time.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I have a sketch bookback in the bus I could show you.”

“Hey (YN), Frank, we’re going to a party, wanna come?” Peteshouted before Frank could reply.

“Wanna go?” Frank asked you.

“Sure, I could use a change of scenery.”

~

The party was at an over-full house, and most of the peoplein attendance were from the tour as well. The stench of stale beer and weedwafted through the air as music blasted through speakers.

“So much for a change of scenery,” you muttered as youfollowed the gang through the crush of bodies.

“Should have stayed outside, it was cooler out there,” youheard Ray comment behind you.

“Come on,” Frank said taking the lead, charging through thecrowd toward the back of the house. Soon you had escaped into the backyard andinto fresh air.

“This is better,” you commented, straightening your skirt.

Both bands assembled outside around a fire pit that someonehad started but left unattended. Gerard and Andy watched over their friendslike two sober babysitters as everyone got drinks and sat around the fire. Youfound a lawn chair and got comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should try tojump into a conversation, but again Frank made his way to you, pulling up hisown chair.

“Is this your first time being on tour?” Frank asked.

“Yea, I’ve worked some of their local shows and helped makeshirts for them and stuff, but this is the first time I’ve gotten out on theroad. It’s such a different experience. Do you like it?”

“Yea, being in front of the crowds is amazing, but anytime Ican do anything with music I’m happy.”

“Being on this tour I’ve seen a lot of awesome bands, butyou guys are the best. Like, your energy on stage is incredible,” you toldFrank.

“Thanks,” he replied with a grin, again looking down,feeling a blush on his cheeks.

As you and Frank talked, you both leaned closer together, withyou occasionally getting up the nerve to place your hand on his arm, and hewould look you in the eyes adoringly. Neither of you quite believing what youwere experiencing between you.

“Do you think they see what’s going on between them?” Gerardasked.

“I have no idea,” Ray replied with a laugh as he tookanother swig of his beer.

“Just don’t think you can steal our merch girl, she’s the onlyone who can put up with them,” Andy said nodding to his band mates.

“As long as Pete doesn’t runaway with Mikey,” Gerard said with a laughand a glance toward the bassists who had wandered off from the group.

~

It had been a couple weeks since the start of the tour and Frank wasstill going out of his way to hang out with you when he could, and your crush onhim was as strong as ever. Even though so many people looked at you and how youdressed, or did your hair, and thought you didn’t belong with the punk or emo scene,Frank made you feel like you belonged because he looked past that and got toknow you. And as Frank got to know you, his feelings deepened for you as well.

You had been in your bunk, listening to music as you drew inyour sketchbook when you heard Mikey and Pete leaving the back of the bus.

“Wait, Mikey, are you going back to your bus?” You asked,scrambling off your bed.

Mikey stopped almost out the door. “Yea, why?”

You handed him the folded piece of paper. “Its just a designidea I thought Frank might like,” you explained.

Mikey smiled knowingly. “Sure.”

When Mikey arrived back at the My Chemical Romance bus, hefound Frank reading in the back.

“Here,” Mikey said handing his band mate the piece of paper.

“What is it?”

“Its from (YN),” the words barely left Mikey’s mouth beforeFrank snatched the paper from him, a grin forming on his face.

“Oh this is so cool,” he said in awe.

“What is it?” Gerard asked as he and Ray came into the backof the bus.

“(YN) made something for Frank,” Mikey answered.

“It’s a cool design of my name,” he said still studying thedetails around the letters of his name, running his fingers over the lines. “Ishould write her a song to thank her,” he thought aloud, momentarily forgettinghis band mates presence.

“Damn Frank you’ve really fallen for this girl,” Ray saidwith a laugh.

“What? No, she’s just super cool, and really cute, andalways smells good and she’s easy to talk to.”

“And you never stop smiling when she’s around, and she’s allyou can talk about when she isn’t, and you wanna write a song for her,” Gerardsmiled, hoping his friends mind would go where he was leading.

Frank sat for a moment and then a look of realization washedover him. “I’m in love with (YN)? Why didn’t you tell me?” Frank exclaimed.

“I think you’re the only person who never noticed,” Mikeylaughed.

“What am I gonna do?”

“Ask her out like a normal human being?” Ray suggested.Frank shot him a look that said that was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.“What? It’s really not that big of a deal. I mean, I could ask her out if Iwanted to.”

“No!” Frank shouted, jumping up. “I’m gonna do it.”

~

It was nearing the fourth of July, so almost everyone whoshouldn’t have been allowed near explosives had purchased fireworks. Frank was scanning the crowd nervously looking for you. Thenhe spotted you looking uncomfortable with some guy talking to you. You caught Frank’seye and felt relief wash over you as he came your way.

“Frank! There you are!” You said jumping up and wrappingyour arms around him. To your surprise he hugged you back just as tightly. Overyour shoulder Frank glared at the guy who had been talking to you and he tookthe hint to get lost.

“Thanks for that, he was really bothering me,” you said whenhe pulled back and saw the guy was gone.

“Its no biggie,” he replied smiling. “I got your design bythe way, it’s amazing, thank you.”

“No problem. I still gotta show you my whole sketchbooksometime when we aren’t so busy.”

“I’m not busy now,” Frank replied.

You smiled and nodded. “Yea, come on then,” you said headingtoward the buses. As you moved through the dark you felt Frank’s hand graspyours and you smiled, butterflies soaring through your stomach.

When you made it back to the bus, no one else was around. Youwent back to your bunk and pulled out the notepad. You switched on the lightand sat down on the sofa next to Frank.

“Ok, so this is my favorite so far,” you said flipping to apage with Fall Out Boy logos. “I did a few for My Chem too,” you said turningthe page.

Frank examined everything on each page carefully, notletting you rush past, even if you argued that the ones he was looking atweren’t good.

“Pete should give you a job at his label, these are awesome, you reallyhave a lot of talent,” he said looking up at you in awe.

You shrugged. “I’m afraid my style isn’t edgy enough for alot of bands.”

“Nah, it’s cool, and I think you could be edgier if youtried. Its there under the surface, I can tell.”

“Thanks,” you laughed.

“I’m serious, you’re awesome,” he said looking in your eyes.It was now or never. “Umm, (YN) do you wanna go out with me sometime?”

You were shocked and then thrilled. “Yea, yes, that would becool,” you grinned.

Frank grinned back and suddenly you were both leaning in,lips inches from each other.

“Oh (YN) you’re here- oh shit sorry,” Patrick rambled realizingwhat he interrupted when you and Frank both sat bolt upright.

“What’s up Patrick?” you sighed, looking over at yourembarrassed cousin.

“They’re starting the fireworks soon, I know you alwaysliked them,” he replied, looking at his shoes.

“Thanks,” you replied sincerely. Patrick waved as he walkedout. “Umm, do you wanna look at the fireworks?”

“Sure,” Frank replied with a smile. Anything to spend a little more time with you.

You found a spot back from the rest of the people gatheredaround watching the amateur pyrotechnics. You and Frank sat down on thescratchy grass and Frank wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You looked upat him and he smiled down, and you felt yourself leaning in again. When yourlips finally connected with his, you couldn’t help but smile. You pulled back fromthe kiss, the grin still plastered across your face.

“Holy shit I do love you,” Frank said, his eyes wide. Youlaughed and the smile on your face grew even larger. He grabbed your face andpulled you back into another kiss, the momentum of which caused him to tumblehim back into the grass with you laid out on top of him. Needless to say, neitherof you saw much of the fireworks that night.

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hyunsuk as your boyfriend

word count; 3.3k i’m sorry 

warnings; hmm i don’t think anything but possibly swearing i can’t be sure!! 

requested; no uwu i’m a new blog :) 

(also to gif makers; if you don’t want me to use your gif for any reason please just tell me and i’ll remove it!! apologies in advance if that’s the case!!) 

gif credit; bggon on tumblr!! please tell me if you’d like it removed :)

ok so uh let’s just give it a lil background

you decide to go out n get some new clothes bc u know. u got some extra money to spend why not

and you take some of your friends!! and you’re shopping and having a good time and everything is great

until you see this cute lil blue dress and you’re like ‘that’s The One, i need that dress……very necessary to my daily life’

so you tell your friends that you’re just gonna go find your size and they’re all “yes!! get the cute dress!! we’ll see you at the check-out!!”

so you’re about to grab the dress when you see,, the exact same dress except this time! it’s in red

so now you’re completely torn obviously because :// do you want the blue one or the red one,, they’re both cute,, but what’s gonna look nicer on you,,

and you’re just kinda stood there staring at them both because it turns out both colours have your size and now you don’t know what to do with urself

n just as your about to pout and go find one of your friends to help you pick you hear a Boy VoiceTM  

and it’s just a quiet lil, “you should get the red one!”

but it makes you turn around because whom said that to you

and you see….a cute boy….just kinda smiling at you while he looks at a shirt or something,, and he smiles even bigger when you look at him and just kinda shrugs before saying, “it’s a prettier colour!!”

part of you is like ?? i’m not gonna get the red one just because a random stranger thinks it’s a cool colour

but the other part of you wins because it’s like “:) you’re right red is a rlly cute colour :) i’ll get this one thank u fashion advice stranger”

and he smiles back at you before he turns back to the clothes he’s looking at and you know you’re supposed to just grab the dress and go now

but. you,, want the cute boy stranger to turn around again,, so u grab another random two articles of clothing and tap him on the back to be like “what about out of these two??”

and you just. keep doing it. and he keeps answering,, to the point where he doesn’t even turn around anymore because he’s giving you all his Focus

so now you have an armful of clothes that ur not gonna buy and he’s offering to carry some for u while u get them checked out and ur like “haha! of course! this is a great idea!”

and like. he isn’t dumb he knows what ur doing so he’s like. hyping himself up in his head like ‘come on!!! she’s clearly into you!! you’ve got this!! just…ask her out and if she says no! it’s all good! we’ve got this bro!’

so he takes a deep ass breath (n u think for a second that you’ve done something wrong) n is like “or…u could like idk man just…idk get the cute red dress and wear it…when i pick you up for a date…maybe like…tomorrow or something…” and in his head it sounds really smooth n nonchalant

but in reality it’s just a jumble of incoherence but you heard date and tomorrow so you’re like “yes!!!!!!!!!! yes this is Very Good i am free tomorrow pls do that” n give him your phone to save his number in

and he’d save it as ‘fashion god (a.k.a hyunsuk)’ with like fifty hearts next to it

((also as a side note you’d have to text him ur own name because he wouldn’t even ask for it in the store…… a charismatic king))

and that would be the story you’d have to give to your kids one day about how you met their dad :) very romantic

anyway! with that being said! let’s get into actually dating him

hyunsuk is a Loud Boy and is most of the time a Happy Boy

and he would constantly try and make sure that you’re feeling equally as happy as him because!! he really just hates the idea of you being upset or down

he hates it so much when your upset because of something outside of his control (like school, work, college) because he just doesn’t know how to fix it?? and he’d resort to doing really dumb stuff to get you to smile at him !! because seeing you :( makes his heart physically hurt

honestly he would melt if you did the same thing for him…..like….if you showed clear concern for him or hyped him up in anything he does the babey smile you know the one loll and feels his heart go zooooooom

i don’t think he’d actively go out of his way to show affection in public but it would definitely just happen

like. sometimes he’s just walking and the next thing he knows he’s tangling his hand with yours and giving your knuckles each a lil kiss

or you’re standing in front of him and his arms just kinda outstretch and pull you really close to him and he’s burying his face into the crook of your neck

or you’re just stood next to him minding your business when you’re tugged into his side and feel him leaving lil kisses on your cheeks while he calls you cute

all of his friends are Disgusted and beg him to not do that right in front of them 24/7 but like. he genuinely doesn’t notice until he’s already done it

however! if you initiated affection (in public) he,,,, blushes,,

in private you two are always attached somehow so it’s more unusual for you two not to be touching

his favourite form of affection would be when you were cuddling and you snuggled your face into his chest ! he’d literally go blank for a second before he’d yell something abt u being cute

i also personally see hyunsuk as someone who would wanna talk about so much all the time??? like…his mind is just buzzing with stuff all the time and he’d love having someone to share that with

and you’d have to do this late at night a lot (because of his schedule) but when he’d come to yours and if you were still awake, you’d both kinda just lay facing each other in bed with ur pinkies linked really loosely while you talked about a bunch of different stuff

they’d be long conversations too!!! you wouldn’t need to ask each other what you’d been up to that day because you’d be talking pretty much all day oof

so you’d be talking to each other about random stuff you thought of!! he’ll ask you about your views on stuff like ghosts and aliens and conspiracy theories, and you’ll get to hear his, and he’ll talk to you about his favourite songs and why they’re his favourites and he’ll really want you to explain yours too, he’d also ask dumb stuff like “do u think fish can see water” and would want a genuine answer 

but overall those would go on for hours and you’d only know he was ready to finally sleep when he curled an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him

speaking of cuddling!! hyunsuk would go between being the little spoon or having you lie on his chest to sleep

he loves being the little spoon because,, it’s such a warm experience,, so safe,, and bundled up,, and he’d definitely wrap himself up in a blanket before doing it for Maximum Comfort

but! he also loves having you sleep on his chest because “you’re my baby!! you’re so small it’s where you belong!!” (even if you’re taller than him hyunsuk what) he just,, loves how close you feel to him when he knows you can hear his heartbeat and he can feel how warm you are and he can see you falling asleep and it makes him feel so !! warm inside

he’d definitely introduce you to his friends really quick into dating you lol because?? what if you guys don’t get along?? they literally mean The World to him??

but of course you would i mean. what’s not to like

and they’d tell you embarrassing stories about him (seunghun would go into immense detail of how hyunsuk talked about your first date, including an oscar worthy rendition of hyunsuk talking about your first kiss)

you’d probably tell hyunsuk that you were scared of byounggon and hyunsuk would CACKLE

he’d be like “him?? he?? he’s a Baby! he’s the Sweetest Boy!” and then place all of his efforts into getting you and byounggon to be certified best friends

and like. it would work but more because you and byounggon had to bond over who would take care of him in his chaotic inventive ways to get you and byounggon to talk and communicate (including: accidentally locking you two in the practice room so you’d talk through ‘your issues with one another’ which would literally end up with you showing byounggon dumb pictures you had of hyunsuk on your phone and him giving you music recommendations)

[a/n; using that as a way to talk about something else,, writer of the year :)] we all obviously know that hyunsuk is very music orientated as a person!!! and he wouldn’t hesitate to share that with you through either his performances, his producing, or just music he likes

he’d make multiple playlists for you that would be for different things! (songs he wants to show you, songs that remind him of you, songs he wants to you to listen to and tell him whether performing them would be a good idea etc.)

he’d also love for you to show him your favourite music because he’d personally see music sharing as something very intimate and special!!! and if you ever told him about songs that reminded you of him he might actually have a heart palpitation

but i think in general he’d wanna be involved with something you’re interested in because you supported him so much in his passion!! if you were into art, he’d wanna know all about what you were drawing/painting and he’d find cute museums to go to together! if you were into writing, he’d wanna know what you were writing about and he’d wanna find you cool notebooks and stationary to use for it! he’d just wanna involve himself in any way possible to let u know he cared about it too!!

now onto his other Big Hobby

he…is now your personal stylist…a fashion king…he will not let you change his name in your phone…

he wants to go shopping to find cool clothes all the time! and now he has someone else to take with him! and someone else to try and dress!

i know there’s like the dumb Boyfriend Trope of ‘no :( you can’t wear that because it’s revealing :(‘ but like………hyunsuk wouldn’t care lmao

he sees something he thinks you’d look cute in?? he immediately jumps to get you to try it on for him!! it’s not a weird thing he’s just a fashion king and needs everyone to know that you two are the Best Dressed Couple

speaking of which! dating hyunsuk would be such a healthy thing !

he’d be a lil heavy-handed at first just because he’s not 100% on what he’s actually supposed to be doing

but once he figures out how dating actually works, it’s over for literally everyone else

like, at first, he might get jealous quite a lot because :(( what if u find someone better :(( but then he’d kinda re-evaluate and be like ‘i could…literally talk about this…what’s stopping me…’

and then you’d have a conversation about it where you’d reassure him that he’s your man!! you like Love him and stuff!!

from then on i think dealing with issues that came up in your relationship would just,,, get easy to him??

like, you’re jealous over someone else? that’s okay, you guys can talk about it and work it out!! he’s stressed and tired and just wants alone time? he’ll explain it to you in a calm n rational way without snapping at you!! you snap at him because you’re stressed and tired and just want alone time? he understands, but he tells you to tell him next time!!

he just can’t comprehend that any of the things you two work through are actually genuine problems for other couples because?? he finds them so easy to avoid

that’s not to say you two wouldn’t argue, because like, everyone does. but arguments would just,, end so quickly because

first of all: he hates there being tension between you two, and hates the idea of upsetting you even more

and second of all: he’d calm down quick enough to talk things through calmly and discuss a good way for both of you to fix your problems

and ! the relationship would never ever feel one-sided

you’d support him so much!! you’d remind him to get sleep, and to eat and drink regularly, and to not take the criticisms too harshly because he knows how good he is

((a side note: you’d probably Go Off at some point about yg and how gross he is for being so mean and never complimenting hyunsuk because you knew it upset him and you’d be ranting and gesturing around with your hands and probably yelling a lil bit and hyunsuk would just be looking at you like (✿╹◡╹) because his heart is so warm while you’re talking about burning the yg building down for him))

and he’d support you just as much!! he’d remind you to not overthink things, and to take breaks if you had studying to do, and would call you at least once a day if his schedule was packed just to get a quick run-down on how your day was going

also, on the topic of phone calls, sometimes he’d just call you and leave the call going while he did other stuff

most of the time it’d be while he did writing or producing

but if he wanted you to ‘be there’ during his dance practices he’d facetime and just kinda,,, leave it going while him and everyone else did their routine

and you’d either be doing other stuff or watching but either way you’d hype them all up for how well they were doing

and hyunsuk is（￣ε￣ʃƪ）because oh boy!! he loves you a whole bunch

onto another topic but he’d really wanna have you meet his family only after he knew it was gonna be serious with you two !

and he’d already know his family would love you so he wasn’t stressed (you definitely were, but he was just like “no!!! they’ll love you because they love me!!!”) and from then he’d really love for you to be close to his family

but oh boy meeting your family. he’d have a heart-attack

what if they didn’t like him?? what if they thought he was a bad influence?? he couldn’t handle that

(you’d go to meet them and you’d be calming him down because “you’re literally the cutest sweetest most charming boy i have ever met?? how could anyone ever hate you??”) and he’d still be super nervous but. two minutes into being through the door he has it! he’s got ur whole family just as whipped for him as you are by the time he leaves

he’s like the meme of ‘your mum asked me to ask if you wanted to come to dinner with us at your house tonight :)’

hyunsuk is also definitely the type to wanna get you guys a couple item!! and he’d try and find something really ugly because he’d think it was funny to see your reactions to the cringy couple shirts and hoodies

but then one day he’d come over n be like “hello i have done it again!!”

and ur like “oh no. why. what did you do. i’m too young to go to prison hyunsuk pls”

and he’s all “:) no silly we finally have a couple item”

and ur immediately like. “no. i won’t have it. take it back! no more micky and minnie mouse matching hoodies!! i won’t do it and you can’t make me!!!”

but he’s like “no i promise it’s a good one this time :( please”

so u allow him one chance…..just one….to prove himself…..

and boy! does he do it!

he gets out a cute lil box n he’s chanting like a lil kid when he gives it to you and he’s like, “open it open it open it!!”

and you do and :(( it’s this cute lil locket and you look up at him like :O

and he’s grinning so big and nodding for you to open it and when you do there’s your favourite picture of him in it and you’re !! so happy that you don’t know what to do with yourself

but then he’s like “wait! that isn’t even the best part!” and he shuffles about for a second and wham! he’s wearing a matching one

and ur like :O this is the cutest thing in the entire whole wide world

but ! he opens it up and he’s grinning at u n he looks like he knows something you don’t and there!! is a picture of you where you’re in a shirt of his and the lighting’s kinda bad because you’re kinda sat up in ur bed and ur grinning real big at something

and ur like “:/ hyunsuk that is the ugliest picture of me”

he would be. genuinely offended. he would pop off ! he would be gesturing around with his hands and rambling about how “that’s so dumb??? u look so happy?? and so cute??? and it’s my favourite picture of you ever???”

from that day obviously you wouldn’t take yours off because uhm that’s so cute

but like you just think he’ll wear his when it fits in with whatever the current days LookTM is

but………he wears it All the time…..(but he does take it off to sleep n shower because he’s scared to damage it!!!)

also i firmly believe hyunsuk isn’t the type to get jealous very easily anyway, but as i said earlier he wouldn’t find talking about it difficult

like,, if there was a situation where someone was being too touchy with you and it made him uncomfortable then he’d wait until later and then tell you kinda like, “hi idk what u think of this but it just made me kinda uncomfy :// can we talk abt it” and you would !! and you’d find something that worked for both of you !!

i mean hyunsuk really is like. that boyfriend

i know this is super long already so i’m gonna go into a quick fire bit;

he would completely and totally buy you chapsticks whenever he saw any !! like now he just buys two of each as a natural reaction to seeing them

leaves u notes if he has to leave early however they’re not like ‘ily see u later mwah’ they’re more like dumb jokes he thinks of or drawings of weird animal combinations he thinks of

totally accidentally steals the covers in the night if you guys move away from each so he buys you the cutest most fluffy blanket he can find as an apology

also!! his kisses would be the best ever?? he loves giving you lil cheek and forehead kisses 24/7

has to give you one (1) kiss every time you have to leave and one (1) kiss every time he sees you  

but he gives you two (2) kisses every single time you compliment him!!!

overall! i think hyunsuk would be one of the most relaxed and easy-going ((and best but you didn’t hear that from me)) boyfriends anyone could ever have

thank you for coming to my ted-talk

#this was just something to get started if anyone sees it lol #ygtb scenarios #ygtb imagines #yg treasure box scenarios #yg treasure box imagines #ygtb reactions #yg treasure box reactions #:)) uwu thank you if you read it #writings//