#HAHAHA I would be a pop star

[munson-blurbs]

hiii i've gone through your whole masterlist and i'm obsessed with your works <333 an idea popped into my head and i just know you'll be able to bring it to justice because you're so talented hehe would you be down to write a friends to lovers fic about grooms man!eddie x bridesmaid!reader, like maybe it's nancy and steve's wedding, and everyone in the party just teases them like "oh so are you guys gonna be the next ones to get married" just so they'll admit their feelings to each othee once and for all hahaha sorry if it's too specific! love you <333

Eep this was so fun!

Warnings: some angst, language

WC: 2.6k

Divider credit to @firefly-graphics

“There we go.” You gently weave the clip of Nancy’s veil into her hair, fluffing the tulle so it brushes her shoulders. “Nance, you look stunning.” Her curly hair is perfectly coiffed, falling in soft waves. Her dress is classic and elegant; an off-the-shoulder bodice with a full skirt. Even her makeup is perfect, with eyeshadow shimmering on her lids, lips painted a soft baby pink.

“Seriously,” Robin agrees as she hands the rest of the bridesmaids their bouquets. “Steve is gonna lose his mind when he sees you walk down that aisle.”

Max pipes up from behind her. “I’ve started taking bets on how long it’ll take him to start blubbering.” 

“Personally, I think it’ll be as soon as he hears the music,” Holly adds, smirking. This makes everyone giggle, and no one can disagree. 

Once the laughter dies down, Nancy beams, looking at her bridal party. “I can’t thank you girls enough for everything you’ve done to make this day so special.” Her voice breaks on the last word, and maid of honor Robin dashes over with a tissue.

“Don’t cry! You’ll smudge your makeup!” she warns, contorting her face at her own words. “God, I sound like such a priss!”

“Yeah, but you’re my priss,” Nancy teases, carefully dabbing at the corners of her eyes. She turns to you with a smile. “Y/N, could you go see if the guys are ready? I have this fear that one of them is gonna show up missing a tie or a shoe or something.”

“I’m also taking bets on that,” Max calls out. “My money’s on Mike.”

You take Nancy’s hand and give it a little squeeze. “No problem. I’ll make sure everyone is fully dressed.” 

She thanks you and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m so glad the gods of dorm assignments made us roommates,” she says as she lets you go. It seems like ages ago that you’d lugged your suitcases into the tiny dorm room your freshman year of college, greeted by the shy girl with big dreams of being a New York Times editor. The two of you had become fast friends, writing papers and cramming for exams together. After college, both of you had landed jobs at The Indianapolis Star, and the shared experience of being women in journalism had only brought you closer.

It had also brought you closer to Nancy’s friends from high school, many of whom were in the wedding party.

You rap on the door to the groom’s suite three times. “Is everyone decent?” you ask, pushing open the door slightly.

“10-4, we’re good to go!” Dustin’s voice calls back. He’s been taking his best man duties seriously–perhaps too seriously–since Steve first asked him to take on the role. You walk into the room and squeal with excitement at the guys in their tuxedos.

“You all look so handsome!” you gush. “Just wait until you see your bride, Steve. She looks even more beautiful than usual.”

Steve smiles, already blinking back tears. You’ll have to report back to Max that he didn’t even make it to the chapel before crying.

A clamoring comes from inside the restroom. “Stupid tie; won’t stay straight!” Eddie Munson grumbles, flinging open the door in frustration. “Does anyone here know how to–whoa.” He stops mid-sentence when he notices you in your lilac dress, accessory woes all but forgotten. 

“Need some help?” you offer politely, trying to calm your nerves at the prospect of being so close to him. Eddie just nods, and you pray that he doesn’t notice your trembling fingers as you adjust his tie. “There; now it’s perfect.”

“Thanks,” he mumbles. “You, um, you look really…wow.” He blushes as he trips over his words. He’d been shy around you ever since you’d moved to Indiana after college two years earlier, but he’s never been this tongue-tied. Probably just nervous about the wedding, you think, shrugging it off.

“Good wow, I hope,” you tease, finding yourself unable to make eye contact with him. His gray suit is fitted to his body and his usually unruly hair is pulled back into a low bun. If it wasn’t for the signature rings adorning his fingers, the D20 cufflinks, and the guitar pick necklace peeking out from under his shirt, you might not even recognize him.

“Y-yeah, of course!” He rushes, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

You blush at the compliment. “Well, you look very wow, yourself.” He looks more than wow; he’s downright gorgeous, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Especially in front of a crowd.

“Okay, lovebirds, save it for your own wedding,” Dustin jeers with a roll of his eyes. “We gotta start lining up.” He reads out the pairs:Mike with Holly, Lucas with Max…and Eddie with you. 

You loop your arm through Eddie’s, waiting your turn to walk down the aisle. Steve and Dustin are already at the altar; the former has tears streaming down his cheeks, and Nancy hasn’t even started walking with her father yet.

“He’s such a mess,” Eddie whispers to you, making you laugh.

“Careful,” you warn jokingly, “you might be the same way at your wedding.” Your heart skips a beat when you imagine him in Steve��s spot; only instead of Nancy, you’re the bride.

You and Eddie part once you make your way to the front of the chapel; he takes his place next to Mike and you take yours alongside Holly. Everyone stands when Nancy enters, and you find yourself nearly as emotional as Steve. Her eyes are glued to her groom, and she can’t seem to stop smiling. 

Your gaze briefly shifts to the groomsmen, and you’re taken aback when you realize Eddie’s looking back at you. He notices the tears brimming in your eyes and quickly pokes his tongue between his lips to make you laugh. You mirror his action and he grins, looking down at the ground before he gets caught causing mischief. 

The ceremony is simple and sweet, with Nancy and Steve reading handwritten vows. After promising to love and cherish one another forever, the minister pronounces them husband and wife, and all the guests burst into applause. 

Steve places a deep, passionate kiss on his new wife’s lips, and the recessional starts. You hook your arm around Eddie’s once more and head to the cocktail hour. 

Nancy grabs you as soon as you enter the sunlit room. “Can you help me with my bustle?” she asks sheepishly. “This dress feels like it weighs a hundred pounds!”

You nod emphatically, ignoring your growling stomach. You really worked up an appetite being a bridesmaid. “Of course, Mrs. Harrington,” you say with a smile. 

You’re kneeling on the ground of the bridal suite, determined to hook the loop around the buttons dotting the back of Nancy’s dress, when you hear a knock on the door.

“Special delivery!” Eddie’s voice alone makes you blush. Nancy, always astute, catches your pink cheeks in the mirror and makes kissy faces. You swat at her playfully.

“Come in, we’re decent!” you call back, and he enters with a plate of hors d'oeuvres. 

He extends the plate out between the two of you. “Figured you ladies might be hungry,” he says. Nancy grabs a mini quiche, but you don’t want to get grease on your hands while touching her pristine white dress.

“You can just leave the plate there,” you tell him politely, jutting your head toward a nearby table. “I’ll have some when I’m done with this.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. Max told me you’ve barely eaten anything all day, and I’m not waiting for you to faint. Really cuts into our dancing time if you’re unconscious, y’know?” He pinches a mushroom cap between two fingers and motions to your mouth. “How’s it?”

“Delicious,” you report. “Hit me with another.”

He laughs and obliges. This time, his fingers gently graze your lips, and you have to stop yourself from visibly shivering. 

“Thank you,” you say softly, retreating into yourself after the accidentally intimate moment. 

“Not a problem,” Eddie replies, unfazed by the ordeal. “Anything else I can help with?”

“I think we’re good here!” You finish fastening the bustle triumphantly, and Nancy breathes a sigh of relief now that she no longer has to drag the long train.

Eddie nods and steals a bacon-wrapped scallop from the plate. “I’ll see you two out there, then,” he says, but he’s only looking at you.

With Eddie safely on the other side of the door, Nancy looks at you with her arms folded across her bodice. “Now do you believe us when we say he’s in love with you?”

You bark out a laugh. “Because he brought a plate of food? It was for you, too. Is he also harboring a secret crush on you?”

“He didn’t feed it to me,” she shrugs, giving a knowing smirk. “And he didn’t mention dancing with me, either. Only you. And the way he looks at you? Come on, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter. “Let’s just get you to your husband.” You can’t let yourself develop stronger feelings towards Eddie. You’ve been through this before–everyone convinces you that a guy likes you, you let yourself get attached, and then your heart gets broken when he inevitably starts dating someone else or says he only sees you as a friend. No, that can’t happen again.

The band plays song after song as you and your friends dance the night away. Robin, four shots of tequila deep, starts a conga line to Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody.” Between the endless barrage of photo taking and the sheer happiness radiating through you, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

Eddie’s among the group of you on the dance floor, laughing and moving along to the beat. This is probably what he meant by ‘our dancing time,’ you think; to your dismay, you’re disappointed by this realization. You could, in theory, ask him to dance to a slow song–it is 1992, after all–but you can’t stomach the idea of him rejecting you. Or worse–taking pity on you.

“Having fun?” Max shouts over the music, and you give her a thumbs-up. “How about you?” she asks Eddie, who’s sulking now that the band is playing some overdone Madonna song.

“Would be better if we could get these guys to do some Metallica or Black Sabbath,” he jokes, although you suspect there’s some truth to his statement.

Max rolls her eyes and says, “Don’t worry; you can have a metal band play when you and Y/N get married.” Your eyes widen at her brazenness, and you try your best to be inconspicuous as you shuffle back to your seat.

“Y/N!” Max calls after you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Her cheeks are flushed, though it may be from the drinking and dancing.

“‘S not just that,” you mumble, slumping into your seat. “Sure, it’s embarrassing; but it’s also…I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

“Get your hopes up?”

“Yeah, get my hopes up that…that he feels the same way about me.” You feel your voice warble, and you take a deep breath to quell your emotions.

“Are you kidding?” Max asks incredulously. “Eddie is pathetically obsessed with you; it’s so obvious.”

“Then why hasn’t he asked me out? We’ve known each other for two years, Max. Two years. And he can make me feel like the most special person in the world, but he never makes a move.”

Max is uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, chewing on a painted fingernail. “You didn’t know Eddie back in high school,” she starts, “but he’s basically spent his entire life being rejected, especially by girls.” She sits down next to you and rests her palm on your knee. “He asked this one girl to prom–a cheerleader–because he thought she was into him. And maybe she was, I don’t know. But her ex-boyfriend ‘won her back’ the day before they were supposed to go together, and she left Eddie in the dust.”

“That’s…that’s terrible,” you manage, a bitter taste settling on your tongue. “I had no idea…”

“He’s told us a hundred times that he wants to ask you out. He has all these plans: dinner and a movie, or a concert; one time, he even thought of taking you to a cooking class because you mentioned how you went to one in college and really liked it.” She snorts at the idea of Eddie using a stove without burning the place to the ground. “But every time, he second guesses himself and chickens out. And every time, we give him shit for it.”

“So what do I do?” You gnaw at your bottom lip anxiously, looking at her through your lashes. 

Max pauses, considering her options. “Wait here,” she says finally, bolting from the table and making a beeline to Lucas and Dustin. She whispers something to them, and they nod in unison. You watch as Dustin sprints outside, where Eddie is smoking a cigarette. Lucas talks to the band, who is in between songs. They’re nodding their heads and discussing something, and Lucas looks satisfied when he hops down from the stage.

Your pout softens when you hear the opening notes of “Nothing Else Matters” by Metallica. You glance over at Eddie, who is making his way towards you with a shy smile on his face. When he gets to your seat, he extends his hand.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks. You can see in his eyes that he’s nervous, maybe even more so than you.

“Of course you can,” you reply, taking his hand and joining him on the dance floor. You drape your left hand over his shoulder and his places his on your waist as the two of you sway to the music.

“It’s come to my attention that I’m an idiot,” he hums in your ear. “And that there’s someone really, really important to me that I’ve been hurting, and I didn’t even know it.”

You shake your head, hair tickling his face. “‘S not your fault,” you tell him. “I could’ve said something, too.”

“That is very true,” he teases, twirling you gently. “Maybe we can be idiots together?”

“I’d think we’d better, considering everyone’s already started planning our wedding,” you joke back. “Although I’d prefer to start with a date.”

Eddie holds you closer, pressing a light kiss to your nose. “I think that can be arranged.”

The two of you dance in comfortable silence, just holding one another. You rest your head on his chest, breathing in the scent of musky cologne and cigarettes. You feel so safe, so loved, with his strong hand holding the small of your back. “Hey, Eddie?” you murmur.

“Mhm?”

You shift your body slightly so you can look at him. His dark brown eyes are focused on you and you alone. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, and his jaw twitches slightly with nerves.

With all of the courage you can muster, you lean in and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you impossibly closer, resting a hand on your cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“Can’t believe I waited this long to do that,” he muses. “I really am an idiot.”

“I don’t know what’s more unbelievable: Eddie Munson kissing me, or Eddie Munson in a tux.” You laugh and kiss him again.

“Well, you’d better get used to the first one,” he says with a smirk. “But the second one isn’t happening again until our wedding.”

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[seangelfish]

hello, could i request headcanons of how nayuta, satsuki & shiki act when in love and how do they confess? thank you so much in advance <33

WHEN THEY'RE IN LOVE

Featured Characters: Nayuta Yatonokami, Satsuki Ito, Shiki Ando Tags: Headcanons, fluff, crush, romance, no mention of pronouns, not proofread! Synopsis: When they're in love with you, they must confess! A/N: I actually loved writing this. It was such a cute request! I hope you like it! (⁀ᗢ⁀)♡

NAYUTA YATONOKAMI

When Nayuta's in love, he's really sweet. It's not like he wasn't nice to you before, but the way he acts and speaks to you now is a lot more different, a lot more special.

Nayuta would want to be around you 24/7 — if you allow him to, of course. He just wants to be in your company because being with you not only soothes him, but it makes his heart skip a beat.

The feelings he gets when he's with you is addicting. It's like his heart's about to burst and all he could do is let out his love for you.

Though, he won't do that now. It's his first time being in love, so he's unsure on how to do this. Despite that, being in love makes him feel giddy, a feeling that is somewhat foreign to him.

But he knows that he's in love with you, he won't deny that.

Nayuta would seek out for you everyday. Waiting for your presence to pop up and brighten up his every dreary moment. He waits by the same street to see if you'll walk by and when you do, his face lightens up and he greets you with a big smile. When you don't arrive that day, he's a little disappointed, but hopes you'll come by tomorrow. He'll always wait for you.

Additionally, he's more likely to compliment you a lot more, mentioning how pretty you look today or how stylish your outfits are. He even goes out his way to compliment little things about you that you might be insecure about.

He just wants to see you smile more; it warms his heart when you do so.

When Nayuta's in love, he so badly wants to hold you, to touch you. He'll always take the opportunity to do so. When you're about to grab the handle, he'll cheekily brush his hand on yours to open the door for you.

His love is innocent and as pure as the bright blue skies that in the end, you couldn't help but fall for him too.

Once Nayuta knows that you have the same feelings for him too, he'll finally have the courage to confess.

He would want to make his confession as cute and memorable for you as he can. Quickly preparing for it too so he can beat you to it. It's about time he shows his true feelings for you once and for all!

In the evening, he texts you to meet him at the top of one of the abandoned buildings, the one that he usually escapes to. When you arrive, he turns to you with the brightest smile he can muster as the moonlight complements his features.

Sure, he texted you last minute, but he was waiting for the perfect moment the night sky was scattered with stars. With a radio playing music in the corner, the environment he created for you truly felt magical.

He takes your hands in his and straight up confesses like it's nothing.

"(Y/N), I like you a lot," he says. "I want to be with you always."

And as if he predicted your reaction, he laughs at your flustered and speechless expression.

"Hahaha, you're so cute." He brings your hands to cup his face. "So... what's your answer?"

"I like you too, Nayuta," you reply with a soft smile.

He lightly chuckles, relieved at your response. He kisses your palms gently which makes you blush even more.

"Ahhh... I'm so happy," he mutters.

The two of you spend the rest of the night together, hand in hand, watching the night sky.

SATSUKI ITO

When Satsuki's in love, he tries to hide it — emphasis on 'tries'. He's actually painfully obvious that everyone around him recognises his crush on you – even you get a little suspicious.

He tries to avoid you, but he really can't. Despite the many excuses he throws up, he can't leave you alone when you need him. He's always there for you, checking up on you, so it feels weird when he doesn't.

You two were good friends before he started seeing you in a romantic light. One day he thought you were the average looking person, the next day you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

Now he stutters a lot when he's around you. His words are slurred and he doesn't make any sense. His face gets really hot and red that sometimes you'd mistake him to be sick.

He tries to impress you with everything he does which not only leads to being taken advantage of by Reo, but by you too. It makes you laugh so he isn't really hurt by it. If it's for you, he'd pretty much do anything.

And even if he fails at it, he'll continue to get right back up!

It goes to show how dependable and reliable he is that you'd find him almost admirable.

But what gets you falling for him is how he isn't afraid to do these little things for you. If you ask him to tie your shoes, then he'll get on one knee to do it for you. If you ask him to try to get you one of those plushies at the crane game, he won't stop until he wins it. You could even ask him to wait for you for hours and he'll do it without a single complaint.

It makes you think why on earth he's doing all this for you when the two of you are just friends. You two aren't even dating and he's still willing to go above and beyond.

So one day, he's all you ever see too.

Satsuki would have to hype himself up before he confesses to you. He may even need words of encouragement from the rest of AKANYATSURA to even think about confessing, (most of that coming from Reo). He would want to make a big and grand confession even though he's unsure of how that would play out.

But he tries anyway because that's what he thinks you'd like.

His family helps him out with the confession. Iori and Zen help him book a nice restaurant, Reo helps him with his outfit, and Hokusai manages to calm his nerves.

He texts you the date and place, waiting for you outside the restaurant with flowers. He's already so nervous, but when you show up, he gets even more bashful. He stammers out how beautiful you look and when you compliment him back, all he can do is let out a steam of embarrassment.

The date goes well despite the amount of times Satsuki has embarrassed himself. He had lost his voice when it was time for the waiter to take your orders. Then he had knocked over his water which spilled on himself. Afterwards, he had said something so weird that it made you crack up.

But when the two of you leave the restaurant for a stroll around the city, he carries your heels when your feet start to ache. He offers up his shoes too so your feet don't get dirty.

That's when he confesses. Under the streetlamp by the pier. He apologises for how awkward he was tonight, how stuff didn't go the way he planned.

"It's just... I like you, (Y/N)..." he says softly, a tone you'd rarely hear him speak in. "I'm sorry."

You laugh at him, but not in a way to mock him.

"It's about time! I like you too, silly."

Hearing you say that made his ears perk up. He's surprised, but he's happy, so happy that he picks you up for a hug. As you laugh in each other's arms, the rest of AKANYATSURA smile to themselves in victory that their brother's confession ended in success.

SHIKI ANDO

When Shiki's in love, he's a lot more anxious to be around you. Whenever you're near, he stutters a bit more and his ears go red. However, despite how shy he is, he doesn't try to avoid you. In fact, he wants to see you more.

Whether it be in school or at the bar, Shiki will always be willing to greet you. He's really awkward with it, but he wants to talk to you even if he's a stuttering mess.

In class, he'll try to take a peek at you, but it would always end up with you catching him. You didn't think much of it though. You'd always assume he just wanted to ask you something, but he would always turn away, red in the face.

Though, whenever you needed help with homework, Shiki always accepted your request. He was a great friend to have around especially when he'd help you with studying too. It makes him smile when he's able to help you out, but being so close to you had him so flustered that his teaching can go the other direction.

Yet despite all of that, he smiles a lot more. Of course, being with you causes him anxiety, but this type of anxiety is so thrilling for him that he seeks it out again and again.

When you decide to visit him at the bar, he's always the one to brew your drinks. He makes your drinks with extra care and love that even you can taste it. Not only that, but the art he makes on your drinks are always so beautiful and carefully constructed. He hands them to you with such a sweet smile that you can't help but blush at this too.

Moreover, the drinks he makes for you are always on the house. He'll even tell Saimon to just take it out of his paycheck, but because of how clear Shiki's feelings are for you, Saimon lets it go.

With how kind and sweet he is to you, your feelings started growing like the plants he takes care of.

Truthfully, Shiki doesn't ever think of confessing his feelings towards you. His negative thoughts and worries eat him alive if he even thinks about it. He assumes that you don't see him in that way, and everything the two of you have done together were just things friends normally do.

What if you feel disgusted with him when he does confess? That you'd think he's weird for even trying to get with someone like you? If the confession fails, would your friendship be thrown away too?

Shiki doesn't want to endure that pain, so he avoids it. He's happy enough to just be with you like this.

Though, he knows that he's in love with you. Whenever you'd make your daily appearance in his life, his heart would beat excitedly, and he just didn't want to ruin that – to ruin what he already has with you.

But one day, Yohei asks him when he's going to 'man up', that if he continues life like this, he'll surely regret it.

And so Shiki finally has the courage to do it.

It was a simple confession, something that he planned himself wide awake in the middle of the night. So the next time you visit him at the bar to order your usual, Shiki includes a slice of your favourite cake.

"Wow, thank you, Shiki! That's so nice of–"

Your sentence was cut short because in icing Shiki wrote the words 'I like you' on the cake.

"I l-like you, (Y-Y/N)," he stutters. "Uh... y-you don't have to a-answer or anything...! I j-just wanted t-to tell y-you..."

"Hehe, I like you too!" you reply happily.

"E-Eh?"

Shiki was shocked that you actually liked him back, but he was more so relieved. He smiled in delight as he watched you eat your cake with a slight pink tint on your cheeks. He wiped off a piece of cake on the corner of your mouth with a napkin when you were finished.

"Ahaha... I'm so glad..."

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[jebewonmorelike]

Dark Blue On You

wc: 7k (HAHAHA WHAT) pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: swearing, angsty with a happy ending but its funny/fluffy too, mentions of others drinking, mentions of hooking up; think pg-13 for this one; also taerae in that suit should be a warning in and of itself warnings for spicy cut scene: MINORS DNI!!!-- mature/suggestive/smut themes-- MINORS SKIP THIS CUT SCENE AND CONTINUE READING BELOW IT!!! (fic makes perfect sense without it) linked here and linked in fic for correct placement in story summary: bestfriend!reader is so excited when the star of the soccer team finally asks them to prom. but when losercore!taerae asks his lab partner to prom out of the blue, reader's sudden jealousy takes them by surprise... basically the prom-themed best friends to lovers of your dreams, okay? okay :) ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ GUYS! HI! it's been so long. i missed you! this was 7,000 words (plus the cut scene) so i'm sorry but that's why it took so long. was also feeling a bit rundown in terms of writing so i really needed to pace myself. but i saw those pictures of taerae in that suit and i swear to god i'm a different person now, so this is the fic you get from that brainrot. also not sure if the suit was actually blue, but that's how it looked in the pics so i ran with it. SO many fun things happening in the zb1 world in the past few days! let me know what you think of this one :) love you sm

“If you steal one more of my sweet potato fries (Y/N), I swear I’m gonna--.”

You pop the orange-colored french fry into your mouth, grinning at Taerae smugly. “You’re gonna what?”

Eyes narrowed at you through dorky, wire-framed glasses, your best friend pouts annoyedly. “One day you’ll fear my wrath.”

“Wouldn’t count on it,” you respond with a giggle. Despite his angry demeanor, Taerae turns his lunch tray so that the sweet potato fries are now facing you-- giving you easier access to one of your favorite snacks.

“You could just go back up and get your own, you know,” he persists with his performance even as he squeezes more ketchup onto his tray for you to dip the fries in. “What would you do without me?”

“Sarcastic answer: finally achieve a peaceful existence,” you joke, popping another fry into your mouth. “Serious answer... I’d be lost without you.”

You watch as Taerae’s glasses fog up a bit; the way they always did when he received a compliment or you were being a bit too sincere with him. He takes them off quickly, clearing his throat as he wipes the lenses with the hem of his polo shirt.

A pile of books slam down onto your lunch table as your friend Dohyun plops onto the bench beside you. “(Y/N)! Just the person I wanted to talk to.”

“Do you ever talk to anyone else?” You quip, earning a glare from the skinny boy.

“I talk to Taerae hyung, too,” he mumbles. You glance at your best friend, noticing how quiet he’s gotten all of a sudden. “And I like him better than you anyway.”

You shrug. “That makes two of us.”

“What I was going to ask you is,” Dohyun starts; pulling out his lunchbox from his backpack and opening it up. “Has Ryan asked you to prom yet?”

Taerae audibly gulps from across the table. You frown at him, wondering why he’s acting so weird.

“No,” you answer softly. “He hasn’t. And I definitely don’t think he’s going to anymore.”

“I don’t know what you saw in Ryan anyway,” Dohyun says, shaking his head disapprovingly. “He only wanted one thing from you.”

Taerae chokes on his apple juice suddenly and you take the carton from his hand-- placing it back on the table pointedly as he coughs into his elbow. 

“That’s enough, Dohyun,” you scold. “And for the record, I’m as pure as the day you met me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” the younger boy laughs. “So… Are you gonna go to prom alone, or?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “I already bought my outfit. I had it altered to fit perfectly, so I don’t really think I can return it at this point.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” Taerae says finally. “I know you were really looking forward to going with Ryan. He’s gonna regret not asking you. But um...”

Your brow furrows as you wait for Taerae to continue his sentence. He’s looking at you kind of funny now-- eyes wide and anxious.

“Well, if you already have an outfit and stuff, I was thinking that... Um...” You watch curiously as he bends over to his side and begins shuffling through his backpack. “Fuck, where is it?”

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Someone suddenly calls behind you. Your head whips around to find Ryan walking towards your lunch table, his signature charming smirk on his lips. He’s carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder for soccer practice as he lands in front of you.

“Hi Ryan,” you greet sweetly, brain turning to mush. You’d first met the star of the soccer team officially when your Math teacher assigned you to tutor him a few months ago. He’d been in serious jeopardy of being kicked off the team for his failing grades, but with an hour of tutoring every other day, you’d helped him climb back up to a solid C+. The afternoon he received his first unit test grade since you’d started tutoring him, he had been thrilled to see B- circled in red at the top of the page... 

So thrilled, in fact, that he’d kissed you at your back corner table in the library.

And he’d kept kissing you. For the rest of that tutoring session... And then the one after that... And the one after that... And the one after that until your meetings had become more of a hybrid tutoring-and-make-out session.

That had been the extent of your “relationship” though. He was always busy with soccer and his meathead friends and ogling popular girls at the library tables next to you when your faces weren’t connected.

But he was the first boy to ever pay attention to you like this-- and he was so handsome to boot. The attention and the fantasy muddied every intelligent and rational thought in your brain. Even if you were being used, you weren’t really ready for it to stop.

One day as you were approaching the library, you stopped in your tracks as you heard Ryan’s voice around the corner. He was talking to one of his jock friends and you held your breath as you attempted to hear their conversation.

“All of the cheerleaders already have dates, dude,” Ryan’s friend relays. “Why did you wait so long?”

Ryan was silent for a moment before responding, “Even Steph?”

“Even Steph,” his friend confirmed. “Injun asked her yesterday.”

“Damnit.”

“Well, you’ve gotta go with somebody,” his friend urged. “Tyler’s parents are letting us use their lake house for the after party, so... Who’re you gonna ask!?”

“I’ll... I’ll find somebody,” Ryan responded and you heard the door to the library begin to squeak open.

“Hopefully somebody that’s gonna put out,” his friend joked and Ryan laughed along.

It was from that moment that you’d gotten it in your head that there was a chance that Ryan might ask you to prom. You’d gone shopping with your mom to pick out the perfect outfit, booked an appointment to get your hair styled for the occasion, and called a florist to purchase a boutonniere to pin on Ryan’s suit that matched your outfit.

As you’d doodled your name next to Ryan’s in your journal and decorated it with hearts one evening last week, your best friend Taerae laid on your bed-- legs dangling off the side as he strummed his guitar.

“(Y/N)...” He sang suddenly in an improvised melody. “Put down your pen... It’s getting annoying... So please tell me when...”

You turned around and glared at him, but he continued.

“You’ll stop your obsession... With that asshole named Ryan... He hasn’t even asked you to prom yet, what if he doesn’t ask you, your heart is gonna break and I’m gonna have to pick up the pieces and glue them all together again and--.”

“None of that rhymed.”

“Lyrics don’t have to rhyme for them to hold meaning,” Taerae responded, arms flopping onto the bed in a T-position dramatically. “I’m worried about you. I think this guy might be taking advantage of you.”

“At least someone wants to,” you joked, but the levity didn’t quite reach your voice. Taerae sat up abruptly; eyes fixing on you for a long moment. Finally, he sighed and pulled his guitar strap over his head-- placing the instrument beside him. 

“A lot of people want to take advantage of you, (Y/N).”

Your jaw dropped as you watched Taerae realize what he just said. He’d already begun shaking his head and waving his arms about profusely by the time a smile crept onto your face.

“NOT WHAT I MEANT!” He shouted frantically and the sheer panic on his face was enough to make you burst out laughing. At the sound of your laughter, Taerae couldn’t help but grin and the appearance of his deep dimples was admittedly comforting to you. “You already knew that’s not what I meant but... I’m just trying to tell you he’s not the only guy that likes you.”

Your brow furrowed curiously. “Who else likes me?”

“Oh, uh,” Taerae stuttered nervously, averting your gaze. “Lots of guys. Other guys. Girls, too, probably. And nonbinary folk, I’m sure.”

You nodded, unconvinced. “Well all of those other people are gonna have to fight Ryan for my attention, I guess.”

Taerae gulped. “Right.”

“Now shut up, loser,” you said, spinning back around in your desk chair. “I’m trying to name me and Ryan’s fourth child.”

Now as Ryan stands in front of you, he glances at your only two friends that are also sitting at your lunch table. “Hey nerds.”

Taerae mumbles something under his breath but you aren’t paying him any attention. 

“I’ll pick you up at 7, yeah?” Ryan asks suddenly, nodding at you.

Your lips part slightly in confusion. “What?”

“Tomorrow,” he responds brusquely. “Prom.”

“You--... We--... Us? Prom?” You know that gibberish is falling out of your mouth, but your ability to form a coherent sentence has flown out the window.

Ryan gives you an impatient smile. Of course he has every right to be impatient, you think. I can’t even speak well enough to answer his question. “Yeah. Text me your address.”

“We were actually gonna take photos at (Y/N)’s house beforehand,” Dohyun interjects.

Ryan frowns. “Oh. Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

“Really? That’s so nice of you; you don’t have to if you don’t want to!” You say quickly, grinning up at the tall boy.

“Nah, that’s cool. I’ll be there. See you then,” Ryan says with a smile before taking off towards the other end of the cafeteria. His smile is enough to burst your heart-- but lucky for you (and your poor friends), you’re able to muster up enough strength to keep living.

Instead, you merely scream; keeping your mouth closed to muffle the sound. When you finally return to the world around you, you suddenly notice how silent your friends are. 

“What?” You ask, frowning at Dohyun. “Why aren’t you guys excited?”

You turn to Taerae, who is holding a large piece of folded up paper in his hands. “What’s that?”

Snatching it from his hands, Taerae immediately lunges across the table in a panic to grab it back from you. Dohyun also swoops in to steal the paper, but both of their efforts are in vain as you swivel around to face the opposite direction and open what appears to be a poster.

🌸🌺🌸 Will you go to prom with me? 🌸🌺🌸

“OH MY GOD!” You squeal, whipping back around to face your best friend. He rips the poster from your hands and begins folding it back up, cheeks turning red. “You’re asking someone to prom!? WHO!?”

“Oh thank god: you’re an idiot,” Dohyun mumbles, sinking back into his seat.

Your brow furrows confusedly. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” Taerae answers quickly. “No one said anything.”

“Taerae, if you don’t tell me who you’re asking to prom right now, I swear I’m gonna--.”

“MOLLY!” He shouts suddenly, eyes wide as he stares over your shoulder. You turn around to follow his gaze, spotting Taerae’s lab partner, Molly, a few tables behind you. She smiles when she hears Taerae call her name, getting up from her seat and walking over to your table.

“Hi Taerae,” she greets cheerfully, curly short hair bouncing with every step. The very smart, but sometimes obnoxious girl is blinking at your best friend nervously... Holy shit. Had Molly had a crush on Taerae this whole time and you hadn’t noticed?

More importantly... Had Taerae had a crush on her?

“Hi Molly, um... I was wondering,” he starts; his delivery of this promposal a little unprepared. That’s weird, you think. If Taerae was gonna ask someone out, I’m sure he would’ve rehearsed it in the mirror until he lost his voice…

“Dude,” Dohyun interrupts suddenly, eyes wide as he looks at Taerae.

Taerae just ignores him, clearing his throat and starting again; unfolding his poster onto the table once more. “I was wondering, actually, if you’d maybe like to possibly-- and no pressure or anything, maybe someone’s already asked you, but...”

“OH MY GOD! Of course I’ll go to prom with you,” Molly exclaims, throwing her arms around Taerae. You watch as he freezes, never one for accepting public affection from anyone he didn’t know well...

From anyone except you.

You frown at the bizarrely jealous thought. Taerae obviously liked this girl. Just last week, he’d been complaining about her chewing too loud in the computer lab, but maybe he was just trying to cover up his real feelings. Taerae deserved to be happy. 

Any boy that would make a whole poster just to ask someone to prom deserved to be happy. You sigh as you study the poster in front of you. I wish Ryan had made me a poster...

As Taerae starts to fold it back up, you notice some surrounding doodles that you had been too distracted to see before. All around the border of the poster are what appear to be light pink Royal Azaleas.

Your favorite flower. 

Had Taerae really used your favorite flower to decorate his promposal for someone else? How could he?

“Stop it!” You say out loud, earning a weird look from all three of the people surrounding you. You smile awkwardly, trying to laugh off your unintentional angry outburst at your own thoughts. “I mean... Stop being so cute you guys!”

Molly grins. “Text me where to meet you tomorrow! I can’t wait.”

Taerae nods quickly as Molly skips back to her own lunch table. As soon as she’s gone, he lets out a huge sigh and you hear the clamoring of his glasses as his head falls to the table.

“But this is amazing, Tae,” you say, staring at the top of Taerae’s head as his forehead rests on the surface of the lunch table. He lifts up for a second, folding his arms and laying his right cheek back down on top of them. His hair falls messily in his eyes, unkempt and fluffy as it usually is. But the sudden urge to brush it out of his face takes you by surprise. “I didn’t know you were going to ask Molly to prom today.”

Dohyun snorts from beside you, now totally engrossed in the game he’s playing on his phone:

“Neither did he.”

~~~

“(Y/N), come down here! We need to take pictures before you leave,” your mother calls from downstairs. “We’re gonna head outside so please hurry up and join us!”

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, anxiety building. Nearly everything about your appearance for tonight is perfect-- your hair, your skin, your outfit; even your shoes. Your friends and family are in your front yard waiting for you.

But all you can think about is how Ryan hasn’t shown up yet.

You’d texted him your address. Told him what time to come over. And now he’s already thirty minutes late. You’d have to leave soon to get to the school on time. 

“Where is he?” You whisper to yourself, grabbing your phone from your bed and checking your notifications again. Nothing.

“(Y/N), if you don’t get your ass down here right now!” The voice that’s calling you now is Taerae’s. His threat is angry enough that it makes you move-- opening the door to your room and walking to the top of the stairs. 

Taerae is furiously typing on his phone as you make your way down the stairs, his back turned to you. He’s wearing a dark blue suit-- slim-fitting and tailored to him perfectly. When you reach the second to last step, you clear your throat.

Your best friend looks up at you now, eyes wide as he takes in your appearance. His hair is pushed back, still fluffy but out of his face. You’re surprised to find yourself thinking that he looks very handsome. You blink away the thought as you continue to study Taerae-- eventually realizing that something is missing.

“No glasses?” You ask, waiting for him to respond. When he doesn’t, you prompt him again. “Taerae?”

“Oh, uh,” he begins to reply finally, shaking his head as if to clear his mind. “Yeah, just for tonight. My mom... thought it would look nice.”

“Your mom is right,” you say, smiling softly at him. “She usually is though.”

“You’re perfect,” Taerae says suddenly; eyebrows shooting up when he realizes what he just said. “I mean, you look perfectly ready to go and take pictures! And then go to prom. And stuff. You know? Like, you look perfect. Well--... You--... Um--...”

He’s rambling now and you don’t blame him. Your whole lives, you and Taerae had maintained a friendship without most pleasantries a normal friendship might have. Your affection towards each other usually came in the form of play-fighting, insults, sharing sweet potato fries at lunch, and other subtle acts of service. Only when one of you was having a particularly hard day would the other offer a hug or hand to hold or words of affirmation. You and Taerae were so close that normal affection usually seemed pretty arbitrary. 

So this compliment from Taerae, even if it was unintentional is... different.

You swallow hard, averting your best friend’s gaze. “So do you.”

Brushing past him, you open the front door and step out onto your porch-- Taerae following behind you after a moment. You check your phone again for any texts from Ryan.

“He’s a prick, (Y/N),” Taerae says softly, as you continue to stare at your phone screen-- willing your eyes not to water. “Don’t let him ruin this for you. This was all your idea. You wanted to go to prom. You wanted to take pictures beforehand. Why are you letting this guy totally fuck up your night?”

Your eyes meet Taerae’s. He’s right and you know it. Ryan couldn’t care less about you and it was evident in the way he’d asked you (or rather, told you that you were going with him) to prom-- and the way he hadn’t shown up on time to your house. In fact, the whole day you’d been consumed by two feelings: the first being obsession over whether or not Ryan would like your outfit, your hair, your parents, your house...

The second being that deep down, in the pit of your stomach, you were filled with regret about your fixation these past couple of months on the soccer star. Even Taerae had made a nice poster for Molly. Not that he’d even bothered to tell you that he was asking her. And not that you cared what Taerae did or didn’t do for people he liked.

Right?

“Tae, I--.”

“Taerae!” A chipper voice calls from around the corner. Molly appears at the bottom of the porch steps, motioning for your best friend to come down. “Come take pictures! You too, (Y/N). Just because your prom date’s a bust, doesn’t mean you can steal mine!”

Your jaw drops slightly in shock. “I wasn’t--... That’s not--...”

“Chop, chop!” Molly says, walking back over to where all of your parents are standing-- Dohyun in the middle of them, talking their ears off. 

Not wanting any more accusations being hurled at you on your own property, you give Taerae a quick shrug before following her out onto the lawn.

~

You’re sitting in the passenger seat of Ryan’s red sports car now as he parks in the school lot. He’d finally shown up two minutes before you were about to have to hop into Taerae’s car and ride in the backseat behind him and his date. Your mom, who was making no attempt to hide her displeasure, was able to snap a quick few photos of you before you left.

Ryan turns off the car, stuffing his keys in his right pocket before leaning back again into his seat. He’s staring at you and you’re not really sure how to respond. You reach for the door latch, but you feel his hand touch your left arm before you can open it.

You identify the look in his eyes right away-- he wants to kiss you. Come to think of it, you hadn’t kissed Ryan in over a week. You’d been busy with an essay and had to cancel your “tutoring sessions”. Usually, the idea would excite you. But tonight, it almost made your stomach turn.

A knock on your window startles you and you look over to find Taerae smiling at you-- more than a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Ryan rolls down your window. “Dude, what are you--?”

“(Y/N) really wants to go to prom with you,” he replies, opening your door for you. You hop out immediately, grateful for the interference. “So you can save whatever you’re gonna do for later.”

You don’t look back at Ryan, walking as quickly as you can towards the front doors of the school. Eventually, Ryan, Taerae and Molly all catch up to you as you walk through the entranceway.

A beautiful balloon arch greets you as you enter the gym, fairy lights and vintage streamers lining every inch of the walls. It’s exactly as you’d imagined-- the prom of your dreams.

“JORDAN!” Ryan shouts suddenly from behind you, almost knocking you down as he runs to greet one of his stupid jock friends. 

You start to fall, but a pair of hands are already on your shoulders to keep you upright. “Thanks,” you mumble as Taerae pushes you through the balloon arch and towards the open floor.

“Where do you wanna sit, Taerae?” Molly asks, smiling at him expectantly. “I’m sure (Y/N) is gonna go sit with Ryan.”

You glance back to where Ryan had run off to, finding him completely surrounded by his many popular friends. You turn back to Molly and Taerae, forcing yourself to nod. 

“You should sit with us,” Taerae says, the pity in his eyes growing more embarrassing every minute. You aren’t going to ruin his night with Molly. You just couldn’t do that to your best friend.

Shaking your head, you try to smile reassuringly. “I’ll be fine.”

“(Y/N)...”

“You guys have fun! I’ll see you in a bit,” you call, wandering off to a table in the opposite corner. Once you take your seat, it’s as if you’ve been glued to it permanently.

You watch all of your peers rush to the dance floor, laugh together, embrace each other... Not once does Ryan ever come find you. But you know deep down that you sort of deserve it. How had you been so obsessed with one boy asking you to prom and ended up being the only person here having such a miserable time?

You should never have come. Or you should have come alone. Or with Taerae.

Taerae...

Your eyes rest on your best friend, who is sitting with Molly at their table. He’s leaning back comfortably in his chair; navy blue suit contrasting perfectly with his light olive skin. His smile is bright and pretty-- why the hell does he look so pretty tonight? 

Is he having fun with Molly? Is he thinking about me?

Almost as if he’s heard your thought, Taerae’s eyes meet yours. The smile on his face instantly fades to an expression of concern and you hate it. You want him to smile at you like he was just smiling at Molly. 

But why would he smile at you like that? He likes Molly.

Not you.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you look at the screen to find a message from Taerae.

Are you okay??

You look back up at him, deciding to nod and give him a thumbs up-- hoping for that dimpled smile to return to his face. It doesn’t.

(Y/N), please just come over here You’re breaking my heart

Learning that you sitting alone in a corner is ruining Taerae’s prom experience is not what you needed to hear. Pressing your lips together awkwardly, you nod slowly at him; starting to stand up from your chair to go talk to him for a bit.

But you stop in your tracks when you watch Molly grab Taerae’s hand and pull him up out of his chair. She’s trying to tug him towards the dance floor-- his eyes widening in panic as they remain locked on you.

You wave him on, trying your best to smile at him. You feel your lip quiver and you hope he doesn’t notice from the other end of the gym. Taerae reluctantly stops resisting Molly and joins her on the dance floor after giving you another regretful look.

“Heyyyy (Y/N),” a voice slurs in your ear now, an arm wrapping around you from behind. You look up to find Ryan, smiling goofily back at you. He’s piss drunk, of course.

“Hi,” you say shortly, attempting to wiggle out of his hold but the alcohol hasn’t lessened his strength. “Can you let go, please?”

“Why would I do that?” He asks rhetorically, tequila coating his breath. “You’re my date.”

“Am I?” You spit, finally breaking free of his grip. “I couldn’t tell.”

He frowns. “What do you want? Do you want to dance or something? We can dance.”

“I want to go home,” you respond, glaring at him. “I don’t want to be here anymore.”

With that, you’re walking past Ryan and through the balloon arch out of the gym. It’s not until you’re standing in the hallway that you hear a set of footsteps following you.

You turn around to find Ryan standing behind you, a small silver flask in hand. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you home,” he answers, unscrewing the top off the flask and taking a sip. “You said you wanted to go home.”

“Are you kidding me?” You ask, eyes wide with shock. “You’re drunk. You’re not getting behind the wheel like this.”

He shrugs. “I’m really good at it! I do it all the time.”

“Holy shit,” you whisper, shaking your head at him in awe. “You fucking suck, you know that?”

His brow furrows in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you start, jaw setting in anger. “You’ve ignored me all night. You didn’t show up at my house on time to take pictures. You tried to skip prom to makeout with me in your car. Not to mention, you didn’t even ask me to prom. You told me yesterday that you would pick me up tonight. And now you want to drive me home and you can’t even stand up straight!?

Ryan stares at you for a long moment before the corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “Are you playing hard to get?”

You sigh exasperatedly. “You already got me! I was literally eating out of your palm for two whole months. I can’t believe I let myself be so stupid... Now I never want to see you ever again!”

He frowns. “It’s because of that Taeri kid, isn’t it?”

“What? No, no--...” It’s at that moment that you look back into the gym, spotting your best friend dancing with his date. He looks so stupid; he might even be the worst dancer you’ve ever met. So why does the sight of him make your heart swell? “His name’s Taerae. And he’s my best friend. That apparently likes someone else and never told me.”

You turn back to Ryan to find him staring back at you, wide-eyed. “Damn,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re in love with your weird friend.”

“I am not!” You protest, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “And he’s not weird, he’s just... Okay, yeah he’s weird. But the good kind of weird.”

“Wow. Denial much?” He says, laughing.

Your brow furrows curiously. “Why are you so okay with this? Weren’t you just asking me if I was playing hard to get?”

“It’s cool. You guys would probably make a better match anyway,” he responds with a shrug. “Plus I already hooked up with Steph in the bathroom, so I’m all set for the night if I have to be.”

You sigh, shaking your head in awe of the absolute dickhead standing in front of you. Turning on your heel and walking towards the exit doors, you mumble, “Goodnight, Ryan.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” he calls after you, far too cheerily. “Tell him! Or that girl’s gonna snatch him right up. Have you seen the way she’s been looking at him all night?”

Yeah. I have.

~

It had been a decent night for Taerae. Molly had turned out to be a good enough prom date. They talked about their science project most of the night, but he hadn’t really known what else to say. Besides, he was far too distracted to have any sort of real conversation when he’d been keeping at least one eye on you the whole night.

The pain he felt watching you sit alone at an empty table-- scrolling through your phone, tears rolling down your cheek periodically when you thought no one was watching you.

But Taerae was watching you. How could he not be when the most beautiful person in the room was his best friend?

Of course the one time he’d taken his eyes off you, you’d gone missing.

So far, he’d checked the buffet table, the photobooth, the hallway... He’d even knocked on the bathroom door (and received a very annoyed response from whoever was inside). But you were nowhere to be found.

That’s when he spots Ryan. The star of the soccer team is sitting down at the end of the bathroom hallway, back leaned against a locker. Taerae runs up to him frantically, smelling the liquor on his breath from six feet away.

“Where’s (Y/N)!?” Taerae shouts, shaking Ryan’s shoulders when he doesn’t answer.

The tall boy groans. “How should I know?”

“Because (Y/N)’s your date?  Don’t you have any idea where your fucking date is!?”

“Jesus, chill out. This is why I said you were weird,” Ryan mumbles, slurring his words. “(Y/N) went home already.”

“What?” Taerae asks, mind racing. “Did you say something? Did you do something? Did you put your hands on--?”

“Probably, yeah. I don’t remember,” he responds, pointing up at Taerae. “But I thought (Y/N) was gonna tell you. I said to tell you so that that girl... doesn’t...”

Before he can finish his entirely incoherent sentence, Ryan has slumped over onto his side and fallen asleep. 

“Tell me what?” Taerae asks; attempting to shake him awake. But it’s no use. “For christ’s sake...”

He turns around, about to run back towards the gym, but instead he comes face to face with his own prom date.

“Oh, Molly, I--,” he starts, but the girl in front of him cuts him off quickly.

“Go,” she says simply, the knowing smile on her face confirming to Taerae that she’s well aware of what’s going on. “Go get (Y/N).”

Taerae sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. This is not cool of me at all.”

“No, it’s not,” Molly says with a laugh. “But I knew you liked (Y/N) the whole time. Once Dohyun opens his mouth, it’s hard to get him to shut it.”

Taerae smiles. “I always knew Dohyun would spill all my secrets one day.”

Molly shrugs. “It’s okay actually. Because tonight made me realize I kind of like Dohyun way more than you anyway. He’s more my type. He actually laughs at my chemistry jokes.”

“Oh, uh,” Taerae falters, eyebrows raising in shock. Dohyun? More her type? Taerae didn’t know that Dohyun was anyone’s type. Not that Taerae thought he was anyone’s type either. “Yeah, I guess I’m more of a biology guy.”

Molly hums. “Do you think you could put in a good word for me then?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, nodding absentmindedly. “Yeah, sure.”

“No hard feelings, then?” Molly asks, smiling up at him.

“No, none at all, I guess,” Taerae agrees-- though the entirely absurd thought of someone using him to get to Dohyun is still eating away at the back of his brain. “You’re okay if I leave now? Do you have a ride home?”

Molly nods happily. “I’ll see you on Monday! Don’t forget the Chapter 13 exam,” she says, walking back down the hallway towards the gym.

 “And tell me how it goes with (Y/N)!”

~

You’re face down on your bed, having flopped there in a puddle of tears as soon as you’d gotten home and changed into your pajamas. Your dad had picked you up and you’d driven home in uncomfortable silence apart from your quiet sniffling. You’re currently subsisting on an entirely separate plane of existence-- one with excessive tears and nothing else.

But a rattling at your window startles you, causing you to jump up to see what’s making the sound. You’re even more startled when you realize that the sound is actually that of Taerae fiddling with the latch on your window frame.

You run to the window, unlocking the latch and pushing it open. You whisper-shout at your idiotic best friend, “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Remember when I used to do this when I lived next door? Before we moved?” He replies, completely out of breath and barely managing to hang onto the vines of ivy running down the side of your house. 

“Taerae, you moved when we were ten years old! You weighed at least 30 kilograms less than you do now. Are you crazy!?” Grabbing onto his arms and pulling him through the window, he lands with an ungracious thud on your bedroom floor.

“Huh,” he says, panting to catch his breath as he lies flat out on his back on your beige carpet. “I used to be in really good shape then. Maybe I should start working out.”

You sit down next to him, your back leaning against the side of your bed. You look at the right leg of his suit pants, finding a wet spot on the knee. He must’ve fallen before he successfully climbed up to your window.

He looks just as pretty lying here like this as he had all night-- only now, he looks a bit more like the Taerae you were used to. His hair had fallen into his eyes a bit more and he must’ve switched out his contact lenses for his glasses on his way here. Maybe your best friend had always been this beautiful... Maybe you’d just never taken the time to notice before.

Your eyes widen suddenly. “Taerae, what are you doing here? Where’s Molly?”

He sighs annoyedly. “Ask Dohyun.”

“What?” You ask, brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Never mind,” he says, rolling his eyes. “It’s a long story.”

You frown. “Prom isn’t even over yet. Why did you leave?”

“Because Ryan told me you left,” he answers, finally sitting up to look at you. “I needed to make sure you were okay.”

“Well, you could’ve texted me,” you respond, looking around you for your phone.

Taerae points to your desk and you turn to see your phone sitting on the corner of it. “You weren’t answering.”

“Oh,” you say softly, eyes falling to your lap. “I guess I wasn’t.”

“Look at me,” Taerae requests suddenly and you reluctantly oblige. You know you must look absolutely insane. Hair out of place, eyes red and puffy and face blotchy from crying. He smiles at you sadly again, just like he had been the whole night. “I know you’re not okay. You can be upset. You know I won’t judge you.”

His words are all you need for the tears to start flowing again. In less than a second, Taerae’s arms have wrapped around you; holding you tightly in his embrace. It’s comforting, but at the same time it’s not. Not if he knew the real reason you’d been crying so much.

“He doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N),” he says, hand finding its way to the back of your head to pet your hair. “I’m so, so sorry that he treated you this way. He was never worth your time.”

You swallow back your tears, before pulling away from Taerae. Your arms still tangled up with his, you say finally, “I know.”

He stares at you for a moment before that sad smile returns. “You should know. I’m glad that you know. He doesn’t deserve any of your tears.”

“They’re not for him.” The truth falls from your lips before you can chicken out. You brace for the instant regret that should come with saying these words, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you feel the beginnings of relief.

Taerae’s head tilts to the side questioningly. “What--... What do you mean?”

Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth and you bite it hard to dissolve the anxiety in your chest. “I wasn’t crying over him.”

“Oh...” He says softly, utter confusion written all over his face. “So... You... Okay, no, I don’t get it.”

Of course Taerae didn’t get it. He had a wonderful night with the girl he likes. And the person who’d ruined it for him was you.

“Oh, I just remembered that Ryan said you wanted to tell me something?” Taerae says, brow furrowed curiously. “Or that he told you to tell me something? I dunno. He wasn’t making much sense right before he passed out.”

“I like someone else,” you blurt; the rush of adrenaline causing you to stand up and find something to busy yourself with before your nails dig holes into your palms. You walk over to your record player, turning it on and dropping the needle on whatever album is already loaded. When the sound flows from the speakers, you realize it’s an R&B album you picked up from a vintage thrift shop across town last week. 

Taerae stands up, too-- recognizing the tension in your voice. “You do?”

You nod, avoiding his gaze. “Mmhmm.”

“That’s... That’s great, (Y/N),” he encourages, but there’s a hint of reluctance in his voice. “I just hope whoever it is, they’re much nicer to you.”

“He’s really nice to me, actually,” you confirm, finally turning around to look at Taerae again. You catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes before he shifts his focus  down to the floor.

It’s now or never.

“Even when I steal his sweet potato fries.”

There’s a lag in his response. It takes a full ten seconds for Taerae to look up at you and, when he does, his eyes are wide and his lips are parted in shock. He’s so silent that you’re suddenly sure you’ve made a terrible mistake.

You clear your throat awkwardly. “I’m really sorry; maybe I shouldn’t’ve said that. I know you like Molly and I’m sorry you left prom early to check on me and I know I’ve been so annoying these past couple months and maybe it’s not fair of me to say any of this but when you made that poster for her and it had those Royal Azaleas on it-- that’s my favorite flower, how could you do that, you insensitive piece of--.”

For the last couple moments of your insane rambling, Taerae had been stepping towards you-- closing the gap between you and him quickly before finally cupping your face in his hands and connecting your lips in a particularly unskilled kiss.

When he pulls back, he’s blinking at you with innocent eyes; a blush heating his cheeks.

“Was that your first kiss?” You ask, a small smile turning up the corners of your lips. Taerae’s bottom lip has found its way between his teeth and he’s biting it hard to alleviate his nervous energy; hands dropping to his sides. He just nods in response.

Your right hand raises to his jaw now; left hand resting on his shoulder. Pulling him in to kiss you again, you say softly, “Just follow me for a second.”

When your lips are on Taerae’s again, you squeeze his shoulder gently to get him to relax. He responds to this, letting you lead until he feels confident enough to match you. And once he does...

You’re ready to kick yourself for not falling for him sooner.

“It was for you,” he says softly in between kisses. “I made it for you.”

You pull back to look at him. “What?”

“The poster. The promposal,” Taerae clarifies. “It had your favorite flowers on it, because it was for you.”

Your eyebrows raise as the truth sinks in. Taerae had been trying to ask you to prom yesterday; that’s why he was acting so weird. And Dohyun had obviously been enlisted to help.

“You wanted to go so badly,” he explains. “I know not with me, but I just wanted to try and make you happy anyway.”

A sad laugh escapes you. “Tell me honestly: why are you letting me confess to you right now? Do I really deserve it after all I must’ve put you through?”

Taerae shakes his head. “You definitely don’t,” he affirms before grinning at you. Finally those perfect dimples are on display just for you. “But I’m such a sucker for you. Those sweet potato fries only cost a dollar, you know?”

“I know,” you whisper, grabbing the collar of his navy suit jacket and pulling him in once more. You kiss him sweetly and his arms snake their way around your waist in response. “They just taste better coming from your tray.”

“I don’t even like them,” he says, kissing you again; a smirk on his lips. “I just get them so you’ll steal them from me.”

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“(Y/N)?”

Your mother calling you from the other side of your door jolts you, sending you and Taerae scrambling off each other on your bed-- where you haven’t really let each other breathe for the past twenty minutes.

“If Taerae’s sleeping over, can you tell him to turn his headlights off, please?” That’s all your mom says before her footsteps travel back down the stairs; a hint of a smirk in her voice.

Taerae’s eyes widen, his hands searching his pockets for his keys. When he doesn’t find them, he smiles at you sheepishly. “Oops.”

“So stealthy of you,” you tease, hitting his chest lightly as you attempt to catch your breath. He grabs your hand, pulling you back into him and reattaching your lips. Before your mind goes blank again, you pull back. “Go turn your car off!”

“Fine,” he sighs, annoyedly. Pushing himself up off the bed with his hands, he finally stands up and walks towards the window. “Here I go. Just like you asked.”

You walk over to him, grabbing his shoulders from behind and turning him towards your bedroom door. “No more scaling buildings for tonight, King Kong.”

“Really? King Kong? Couldn’t have said something sexier like Spiderman or?”

Before he reaches for the doorknob, you turn him back to face you. Raising up on your toes cutely, you press one more kiss to his lips. “I just don’t really like spiders.”

“That’s right,” he says, palm cupping your cheek. “Giant gorilla it is, then.”

“Now go turn your car off so we can get back to what we were doing...”

Taerae’s hand flies to the doorknob; throwing the door open and running to the stairs as fast as he possibly can. 

Just before he disappears down the stairs, he turns back to you-- pounding his chest with his fists lightly like the cutest, lamest gorilla to ever exist.

“This idiot,” you whisper, shaking your head.

I must really love him.

#zerobaseone #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone taerae #zerobaseone fics #zerobaseone angst #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone drabbles #zerobase1 #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 fics #zb1 angst #zb1 fluff #zb1 drabbles #zb1 taerae #kim taerae #kim tae rae #kim taerae fics #kim taerae imagines #kim taerae drabbles #kim taerae fluff #kim taerae angst #kim taerae x reader #taerae x reader #taerae #taerae fluff #taerae angst #taerae imagines #taerae drabbles

[nburkhardt]

Chrissy Cunningham, coming back to the music industry. First single in three years!

Chrissy Cunningham was once a Disney star, grew up in the spot light and was America’s sweetheart. Stepped away from the acting world to become a singer, with her fan base following along with her; became a pop star over night with her first single, Love Story. Eventually the actress turned singer, she took a massive break from both to quietly start up a fashion line.

Her success is known world wide and has recently stepped back in Hollywood with a short series on Hulu. Now it seems after that success, she’s taking her comeback further with her new single; Single Soon.

We’re all ready to hear the new music and see what else Cunningham has up her sleeve!

“The world seems to be ready for you, Sweets.” Eddie looks up from his phone to smile at a nervously pacing Chrissy, “Why the pacing?”

Chrissy groans and falls helplessly against the couch, covering her face and says something that Eddie can’t hear. She groans again, lifting a hand and repeats, “I’m afraid of what Jason’s gonna think”

“Carver? You’re asshole of an ex? That guy?”

She groans and sits up, “I’ve only ever dated one guy named Jason, Eddie! You know this”

He snorts, “yeah well, what about him?”

Chrissy glares at him and Eddie raises his hands in surrender, a finger wiggle gets her glare to drop. His smile drops as her face falls and he sets his phone down to sit next to her, “Chrissy, babe, what’s the actual problem? The song is amazing, your show is a success and Robin is coming over with Stevie”

“I’m afraid Jason will react, Eds. He is sweet but he can be a lot-“

“Yeah I know, I got the texts to remember that he has a controlling side”

She groans again, “we’ve been broken up for months and now I’m coming out with this song, he could try something” she’s biting her lip and twisting her shirt in her hands, “Just, I don’t want backlash”

Eddie softens and pulls her against his side, kissing her temple and rubbing her arm, “you won’t, not from the ones who know you. You have me, the rest of our friends and your fans? Babe, they’ll always be supportive of you! They’ll never take his side if he does come out with bullshit about you.”

“I guess” she mumbles against him, “Are you absolutely sure Robin will be here?”

Eddie’s happy that she’s hiding against his side, because she doesn’t see the shit-eating grin he has, “Stevie made absolutely sure that she’ll be there, he even promised to drag her away from her studio if he has too.”

“He doesn’t have to do that! I know she has a deadline for-“

He makes a ‘tsk’ sound while shaking his head, “Chrissy, her deadline isn’t as soon as you think. Stevie told me it’s actually in October, three months away. Your crush just has anxiety over her album, she can take a day to relax and maybe this will finally be the chance you get!”

She doesn’t say anything, Eddie has a good point but still, Chrissy is worried but she won’t say it again.

Eddie squeezes her once before hopping up and holding his hand out for her, she grabs it and is immediately up and twirled around before being hugged.

“Watch, this single will be a huge success. Carver can cry his heart out, you’ll be making records and get the girl you like so much. Trust me on this, Chrissy Cakes”

She squeezes her arms around him and nods, lost with words right now. Knowing her best friend, he’ll keep that promise and keep reminding her of it to even out her anxiety on it.

(Eddie’s right of course, the song is a huge success. At the launch party, she ends the night on stage with Robin Buckley, spinning her around and kissing her cheek. The media go wild with it, but it doesn’t bother Chrissy like she thought she would. Instead, she spends weeks laughing at Jason’s poor attempts to ruin her with Robin next to her)

I… don’t know where this came from other than I heard Selena Gomez’s new song ‘Single Soon’ and then I just started typing hahaha.

Information to know: everyone is famous in some way in this. Eddie’s got Corroded Coffin, Chrissy is basically Selena Gomez (child star/singer/fashion designer) Robin’s an indie singer and Steve’s a baseball player. The Party members are whatever you can think of it, I’d like to think some of them are YouTubers, singers & actors. Jason is also unfortunately famous too, he’s an actor. Steve and Eddie are together in this. They’ve been playing matchmaker with their best friends/platonic soulmates.

I could probably write more but I probably won’t lol so if anyone wants, you can take this and add too it or write your own version!

Tag list:

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @zerokrox-blog @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @i-less-than-three-you @grimmfitzz @strangersteddierthings

#modern day au #chrissy cunningham #Eddie Munson #platonic hellcheer #implied buckingham #implied steddie #stranger things #nburkhardt writes #chrissy Cunningham fic #Jason carver is an asshole #famous au #singer chrissy #idk what else to tag tbh

[indndwnshead]

Amalgamation: Part VI - When you meet... Jungkook

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Chapter tags: developing relationship, meeting the baby bro

Series summary:

Now that you are a permanent fixture in Min Yoongi's life, it's inevitable that you meet the rest of BTS.

Each encounter with the rest of the group becomes a unique thread in the tapestry of life, gradually integrating disparate elements into a harmonious whole and seamlessly weaving into the fabric of your joined world.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI!!! Ending my creative stump with this last official part of the story. It's relatively short but do not worry, Kookie steals the center stage in the next chapter too (bonus!!!). PS: this is set in 2026/27-ish.

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Masterlist. Previous Chapter. Bonus Chapter.

Also read on: AO3

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You found yourself at a party you'd rather not be attending, hosted by your new co-star, a former idol who was now making his mark in the acting world. Your agent had encouraged you to maintain a good public relationship with him, so you reluctantly put on your best smile and mingled with the unfamiliar faces.

As you made pleasantries with other guests, your eyes met a pair of familiar ones. The surprise was evident on your face. It was Jeon Jungkook, the only member of BTS that you hadn't met in person yet.

Your boyfriend first introduced you to Jungkookwhen the younger man suddenly video-called him when you were hanging out with Yoongi. Since then, Jungkook always popped in to say hi to you whenever you called Yoongi when the guys were together. You’ve followed each other on several social media too, including your Instagram private account.

You offered a polite smile, thinking that he might not recognize you in person or he might not want to engage with you in public, but his face lit up at the sight of you.

With a cheerful grin, Jungkook made his way over, weaving through the crowd until he stood in front of you. "Minseo-noona," he said warmly, referring to you by the character you played in your drama that Yoongi had a cameo in. His enthusiasm was infectious.

"Hi, Jungkook." You smiled warmly at the younger man.

"We finally meet!" Jungkook exclaimed with a bright smile.

"Yeah, it's great to meet you in person, Jungkook! Are you on your own tonight?" you inquired, eyes darting around to try to spot other BTS members.

Jungkook nodded, "Yeah, a friend invited me here. Had I known you'd be here, I'd have asked the others to join." His eyes suddenly lit up with an idea. "Let's take a picture! I'll send it to the group chat."

You agreed, and Jungkook quickly opened his phone's camera. Both of you had matching grins, making the photo infectious with your positivity. He chuckled as the replies began to flood in the group text and turned the phone to show you.

Jungkook: Look who I met at the party. Jungkook sent a picture. Taehyung: Cherie! Seokjin: Oh! _____-ah Hoseok: Hahaha, bet you wished you had come, Yoongi-hyung. Namjoon: Hey, that's awesome! So good to see you, _____. Jimin: Cherie, it's been forever! We should catch up soon. Yoongi: Yeah, I'm not surprised she met Jungkook. He's everywhere.

You couldn't help but laugh at the responses, feeling a mix of affection and amusement. It was nice to see that you were so warmly welcomed by all of them, even in a virtual chat.

Your own phone beeped with a new message from Yoongi.

Yoongi: You look beautiful, my sherry :)

Jungkook grinned, reading the messages on his phone. "Seems like they all miss you."

You chuckled. "Well, I miss them too. We should all hang out together soon."

Jungkook's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "That would be amazing! I'll make sure to arrange it."

As the night went on, you and Jungkook continued to chat, and you found that you got along quite well. Jungkook was curious about your relationship, especially the details of how you met and started the relationship, whining that his hyung was too shy to share. So you shared some funny and sweet stories about Yoongi, promising that you’d share more details when you meet in a more private setting.

Jungkook was all too happy to share his own stories about his arguably favorite hyung and the rest of BTS too. You’re especially delighted to hear about the earlier days of their career from the youngest member’s perspective. You both had a good laugh as you exchanged tales about Yoongi's quirks and endearing habits.

Jungkook was also intrigued by your choice of drink, so you decided to embark on a mini cocktail adventure together. You don’t normally indulge in alcohol, especially not in public settings, but Jungkook’s enthusiasm was infectious. It might have something to do with those big, sparkly, doe eyes. You’ve heard Yoongi playfully complain that he could never say no to Jungkook, and that night you find out just why.

You both tried out various cocktails, sharing your thoughts and preferences. It turned out to be a fun and memorable evening, and you were pleasantly surprised by how much you enjoyed Jungkook's company. The party that you had initially been reluctant to attend had turned into a delightful and unexpected bonding experience with the youngest member of BTS.

As the night wore on and the cocktails flowed, it was no surprise that both you and Jungkook were more than a little tipsy by the end of the party. Giggles and laughter accompanied your somewhat unsteady journey through the private parking lot. Jungkook kindly offered to drop you off in his company car, and you readily agreed, grateful for the gesture.

However, what you both didn't expect was to find Min Yoongi waiting in his car instead. He sat in the driver seat, a playful expression on his face as he looked at the two of you in mock disappointment. He was clearly amused by the situation, trying hard to hide the hint of a smile on his lips as he said, "Aigoo, my two youngest are turning into drunkards."

The surprise encounter left you and Jungkook in fits of giggles, and you couldn't help but feel a warm, happy buzz not only from the alcohol but also from the presence of the two wonderful men.

As you settled into the car, Jungkook couldn't contain his amusement. "Hyuuuunngggg," he exclaimed with a teasing grin, "You're so cute."

Yoongi frowned, clearly not getting Jungkook's sudden accusation of his character. You, on the other hand, giggled in response, clearly sharing an inside joke with the younger BTS member.

"Aishh," Yoongi groaned in mock exasperation, "Sherry, what did you tell him?"

"Only the truth!" you exclaimed, the alcohol was making you even giddier than usual.

The drive to Jungkook's apartment was filled with your and Jungkook's laughter, and Yoongi couldn't help but be amused by your antics. Jungkook made you promise to have a playdate between Bam and Bagel, citing that it wasn’t fair that you’ve only done so with Yeontan and Taehyung before. Yoongi ushered him to get off at the private lobby, swearing that he wouldn’t share your contact info if the maknae didn’t get out of the car anytime soon. You giggled the pretend pout on the youngest’s lips. He eventually got out of the car and waved as Yoongi drove the two of you away. 

After getting out of Jungkook’s building, you snuggled up to Yoongi's side, as much as the middle panel would allow you to, and hummed in appreciation.

"You smell good, jagiya," you murmured, the alcohol making you more affectionate than usual.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the new nickname. You and Yoongi had been calling each other by just your names, although he occasionally called you Sherry – after mistaking it from ‘Cherie’, the name that had stuck with you since your modeling days.

That night, Yoongi discovered a delightful and affectionate side of you that he hadn't seen before. The alcohol had a way of loosening your inhibitions and bringing out a playfulness and warmth that was both endearing and heartwarming. 

You shared your stories with Yoongi, your voice animated and your eyes sparkling with the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. Your happiness of suddenly meeting Jungkook and your account of the alcohol adventure had him grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't resist breaking into laughter at your vivid descriptions, especially when you confirm that no one could ever say no to the golden maknae.

"Jagiya," Yoongi teased, "I never knew you were such a fun drunk. You should consider having a glass or two more often."

You leaned in closer, resting your head on his shoulder and looking up at him with a dreamy smile. "I think it's just you that brings out this side of me, Yoongi."

He glanced down at you with a playful smirk, "Well, aren’t I the best boyfriend ever?"

You giggled and poked his cheek, "You really are. I'm so lucky to have you."

The car ride was filled with these precious moments, and as you both basked in the warmth of your affection and the lightness of the night, Yoongi couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world. He cherished the newfound side of you that the alcohol had revealed, and he couldn't wait to explore more layers of your character as your relationship continued to blossom. The atmosphere in the car was filled with love, and Yoongi was falling for you all over again, if that was even possible.

​​Min Yoongi hadn’t expected another delightful surprise that night.

In an instant, as the door of your apartment closed behind you, a different side of your tipsy self emerged. With a look of desire in your eyes, you pinned Yoongi to the door, your heated gaze devouring him. The sight of him standing there ignited a passionate spark within you, and you couldn't resist the urge to show him just how much you appreciated his care and company that night.

With an intoxicating hunger, you closed the gap between you, capturing his lips in a fervent, longing kiss. It was as if you couldn't contain the affection and desire that had swelled up in your heart throughout the evening. The startled exclamation of your name from Yoongi was quickly silenced by the intensity of your kiss, as you poured your feelings into this single, powerful gesture of love and gratitude.

That night, as the two of you shared a passionate night, Yoongi made two mental notes. First, he realized that seeing you in your affectionate, tipsy state was something he cherished, and he'd have to find more opportunities to get you to drink. Second, he resolved to always be there to take care of you whenever you indulge in alcohol, ensuring that he was by your side to enjoy these endearing moments together.

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[cookiegirlsstuff]

The Hobi cheer up pt. 3

AN: This is part 2 of a series that will consist of 7 parts. I hope you like it!

It took so long to find this gif 😭✌🤣😶👍

Lee: Taehyung

Ler: J-hope

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It was a normal day in Seoul. At least for most people.

It was a lonely day for Taehyung. Recently, he often felt lonely, although there was no particular reason why.

Despite being surrounded by fans and his members, the K-pop star felt isolated. He misses his family, old friends, and the simple joys of his old everyday life.

BTS would be starting their new tour in about 2 months and would also be coming to Daegu, but he probably had to hold out that long.

Sighing, he rolled back and forth on his bed.

What he didn't realised yet, was that the other members had long since seen through his cheerful facade and were desperate to do something for him.

That's why they had planned an early trip to Taehyung's hometown for the coming weekend.

And today they wanted to tell the second youngest about it.

J-hope was more than desperate to carry out this task and was on his way to Taehyung's room.

But what he saw there was even worse than what he had expected.

Taehyung lay curled up on his bed with his face buried deep in his pillow.

He looked exhausted and lacking in energy.

But so far the younger boy didn't seem to have noticed him, and that was just right, because Hoseok had a plan to cheer him up.

"Boo!" he shouted before jumping onto Taehyung and pinning his hands over his head.

"Hobi hyung? What are you doing?" asked V as he tried to free his hands from his friend's tight grip.

"Oh me? I just want to hear your beautiful laugh again," J-hope smiled.

"What do you mean?" asked Taehyung, a little confused.

But just in the very next moment, Hoseok's fingers touched Tae's ribs and he let out a little shriek before starting to laugh.

"Hobi hahaha please nahhaha", he squeled.

"Cute", J-hope smiled.

He kept going and Taehyung's sweet laugher grew louder and louder with every second. But one thing being said: Tae was a very squirmy lee. He tried to free himself almost the whole time but Hobi's grip was tight.

But somehow, Taehyung managed to free himself after a few seconds of helpless squirming.

When they both realised what had just happened, they looked at each other, slightly perplexed.

"Are you all right? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" J-hope asked worriedly, hugging the younger one tightly.

But Taehyung was fine. He liked the tickling sensation he had felt until a few seconds ago. It had just been a reflex that he wanted to break free. But how could he explain that to his hyung?

In the end, it might have been smarter to just explain the situation, but since Taehyung was too embarrassed to explain, he just did it.

He freed himself from Hoseok's hold, stretched out on his back and navigated J-hope's hands in the right position to pin him down again.

"What…?" Hoseok asked, confused, but then he understood what his dongsaeng wanted.

"Can you maybe keep going?" asked Taehyung as his cheeks grew redder and redder, causing him to turn his face to the side in embarrassment.

"Oh….so you liked that?" Hoseok teased. Taehyung didn't respond. But no answer was an answer and so J-hope started to make crawl shapes with his fingers. But he didn't touched Taehyung.

"I'll stop immediately if you move that much again," he said playfully as he ran a finger down Tae's side.

"I promise I won't", Taehyung gulped before closing his eyes.

And shortly afterwards he felt his hyung's fingers dancing across his skin again, this time at his hips.

"Nohoho", Taehyung laughed and pulled away as much as he could but this time Hoseok held him with a bit more strength and he couldn't escape. Of course he didn't wanted but it was just a reflex.

“Stop? But you’re enjoying yourself so much, why would I stop?” Hoseok teased.

And it was so true. Taehyung loved this. He felt so happy and cared for even though he was "just being tickled". But for him it was so relaxing and enjoyable and he was thankful that his hyung wanted to cheer him up.

Of course J-hope wasn't done and at the moment he was kneading both of Taehyung's sides with his thumbs.

"Hahahah! PLEASE!” Tae wheezed. His cute, high pitched belly laugh echoed through the dorm andd everyone knew that Hobi was giving one of his special "cheer ups" again.

"But you asked for this.” Hoseok reminded his victim. Then he started wiggling both of his hand as claws on Tae's overly sensitive ribs. His laughter blossomed into louder and higher shrieks and crackles.

"HOBI PLEASE! I CAHAHAN'T!"

"Hm let me think for a second" he said looking up, tapping his chin as if he was thinking "Nahhh I'm having so much fun I don't think I wanna stop"

So he finished by tickling Taehyung's armpits, his absolute weak spot.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO" He let out a cackly laugh as he began wiggling once again wanting to escape.

He deeply scribbled his armpits and then softly stroke them. Taehyung’s nerves were alight with ticklish sensations, his body was twisting under the evil fingers. The poor boy kept on laughing and giggling in hysterics, but with a real and happy smile over his whole face.

Soon enough Hobi knew to stop. He kissed the top of Tae’s head and rubbed his tummy to help the poor boy get rid of all the ghost tickles.

"That was fun", Taehyung smiled and hugged his hyung tightly.

"I'm glad I could help you a little bit with cheering you up", J-hope replied.

"By the way, we have this weekend off and wanted to go to Daegu!" Hoseok finally told him the plan and gently tousled Taehyung's hair. He smiled even wider and hugged his hyung again after mumbling a small "thank you" into his ear.

So as you guys voted the Taehyung fic first!

#bts #bts tickling #tickle fic #bts tickle #tickle content #bts tickle fic #lee!taehyung #ler!hoseok

[ghosts-cyphera]

Hi I dont have an interesting story with any of the doctors that I've worked for but I do with some patients 👀

One that really pops into my mind is this older gentleman whose blood pressure i was taking. He was trying to guess what it would be and I was like oh, we'll see. He guessed 132/84 and it was like 134/87 and I was super impressed because I've NEVER had anyone guess that close before and I was like praising him or whatever and

THIS MF says "oh, I was only off because I was distracted by your beauty."

Mans was like 67 yo but goddamn I dont know what it is about old people rizz but he had be BLUSHING. Like cheesiest fucking thing ever but ksjfjskdjej

“oh, I was only off because I was distracted by your beauty.”

oh my fucking god this man’s rizz is unbeatable hahahaha I LOVE THIS, core !!

I don’t know what it is about older gentlemen (or women but older women never flirt with me lmao A CRIME) but whenever they say something flirty I’m like tugging my hair behind my ear and blushing, hahaha. so I get you !! old people rizz is next level.

once this man in his like early 60s let me pass him in the grocery store checkout queue by putting his hand on my lower back and I swear feminism and my need for verbalizing consent LEFT this CONTINENT because the SPARKS that his touch sent down my spine had me clenching my thighs and seeing stars lmao

no one’s ever made me shiver like he made me shiver lmao wtf

in this house we need love older men 😭🫶🏻

p.s. whenever you send me a message I think about persephone who was also known as kore, and I absolutely adore you for that!! I love her 💌

#lo answers #so sorry for taking so long to reply to this!! #I love you core!! you’re amazing 💕 mwahmwah

[prideoftheknights]

SPRING TROUPE 10TH PLAY: MOON TRAVELER — ムーン・トラベラー 【CHAPTER 1】

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translation under the cut!

On a spring night a few weeks before my birthday–– I escaped from a facility and went to the town where I grew up.

It took several hours to get here by bus, and the return trip would take the same amount of time.

The small amount of pocket money I got from helping out is for the bus fare back. If I lost it, I would not be able to go home.

I clutched the small amount of coins in my pocket.

No matter how uncomfortable it was, I can still get food from the facility.

If I don't want to die by the side of the road, I have to go back there.

If I'm not back by dawn, I'll be sent to the punishment room again.

I walked along the walled off path before stopping. I put my hand on a lower part of the wall, where two blocks had collapsed.

I pull my body up and jump over the wall in one go.

Since the night I was driven out from my house, nothing had changed in the vacant land where I used to look at the moon alone. I thought I would feel more nostalgic, but strangely, I felt nothing.

"Ah, right. The moon......" There were only small stars twinkling in the night sky.

"Why can't we see the moon?"

Suddenly, a boy's voice came out of nowhere. I turned around, startled.

"Do you know?"

Before I knew it, there was a boy dressed in all white standing in the vacant lot that was supposed to be empty.

"……Because moonset has passed. The moon sets just like the sun. You cant always see the moon just because it's night time."

"Heh, you really know your stuff, don't you! And you jumped over that high wall just now, right? Your athleticism is good too, too. That's amazing."

The boy's eyes sparkled.

(Who the hell is this guy....... To be at this kind of place at this hour, what a suspicious guy......)

I was about to get on top of the ledge and distance myself slightly, when I heard a loud talking voice.

"HAHAHA! Like I said, you always drink too much! You're gonna get in trouble again!

"You're in no position to tell me about that!"

I heard the footsteps of men who seemed to be on their way home from a bar coming closer. With a start, my body shivered.

(If kids are found in such a place at this hour, we'll be in trouble. We need to run……)

Even as I slowly walked away with a wandering gaze, the boy was still in a daze, thinking about something.

(No, I have to ditch him and go.)

As I was about to start running, a quick hand grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Hey."

"What?"

"Do you have any family?"

The boy's question made a number of faces pop up in my mind.

Immediately after, I drown out those faces from my mind, annoyed.

"No."

"Do you have a dream?"

(What a carefree question......)

Thinking that now isn't the time to talk about something like that, I try to shake him off my arm, but he's surprisingly strong.

"Come on, do you have a dream?"

"A dream......?

Irritated, I subconsciously looked up at the night sky.

What I was looking for isn't there.

As always, what I wish for disappears from me.

"No."

"Then, do you want to help me make my dream come true?"

The boy laughed softly as he said this.

Izumi: Alright then, that'll be all for today's leader's meeting.

Tsumugi: Good work everyone.

Tsuzuru: Are you guys done?

Izumi: Yeah. We'll have our next meeting now.

Banri: Next up is the Spring Troupe meeting huh.

Tenma: Doing two meetings in succession... Thanks for your hard work.

Sakuya: Thank you!

Banri: ......

Chikage: ?

Could it be, you guys were talking about me?

Izumi: Huh?

Sakuya: How did you know?!

Chikage: Bull's eye?

Izumi: As expected, you're sharp. We were just about to start talking about you.

Well then, let's start up the Spring Troupe MTG again.

First of all, regarding the 10th play of the Spring Troupe, we were discussing during the leaders' meeting earlier about having the sixth member of each troupe play the lead role.

Sakuya: So for the Winter Troupe it'll be Guy-san, Autumn Troupe will be Azami-kun. Summer Troupe will be Kumon-kun, and Spring Troupe will be Chikage-san!

Chikage: Why is that?

Izumi: I think now, more than ever, is the time to show off our individual abilities before the new Fleur Award, which is about to have a new structure soon.

The last four people to join the company have only had one lead role, right?

I think there's a certain freshness and 'buzz' that comes with playing the lead role.

Additionally, we all agreed that we wanted to see what would happen if the four of you, who have matured as compared to when they first joined the company with simple reasons, played the lead roles.

Chikage: I see.

Sakuya: I also learned a lot from my experience as the second lead role in the company's play, so I hope Chikage-san can experience it too!

Tsuzuru: It's true that everyone grows a lot when they play a lead role.

Itaru: It's a great opportunity, isn't it?

Citron: Chikage also break dances with one step!

Masumi: Breakthrough.

Chikage: But the next show will be the monumental 10th play of each troupe, right? Is it really alright for me to play the lead role?

Izumi: Yes, it is a nice milestone and a commemorative number, but for the company, it is just a checkpoint.

Sakuya: We're gonna keep on going from here on out!

Chikage: You're as positive as ever.

Tsuzuru: So, what're you gonna do? Are you gonna do it or not?

Chikage: I suppose you're right...... For you all, it might just be another milestone, but I think fans will hope for something significant for the 10th round of plays.

After so many performances, I wonder what they'd want to see next.

I'm sure that my first starring role was warmly received as I was still a rookie, and I do feel some pressure but......

I'll do it. It seems like people are also hoping I'll do it.

Sakuya: Thank goodness!

Citron: What a long time to turtle!

Tsuzuru: I think you meant to say accumulate. [1]

Masumi: But yeah, it was long. Why didn't you just say you'd do it.

Izumi: That's just shows how much he thinks about the theater company.

Itaru: It was so much easier during the 4th play, huh.

Izumi: You're right. If he had just nodded his head like he did then, would that have worried you?

Tsuzuru: We're on the 10th play now, so it's been quite a while since Chikage starred as the lead...... I guess I'll have to put my all into the script too!

[1]: citron says カメ (turtle) which tsuzuru corrects with 溜め (to accumulate)

it was hard to put these two sentences in a way that still captures the meaning of "wow he took so long just to say he'll do it" so i left it as is TT

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#a3 translation #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! #a3! chikage #a3! translation #chikage utsuki #a3! citron #a3! tsuzuru #tsuzuru minagi #itaru chigasaki #a3! itaru #a3! sakuya #sakuya sakuma #a3! masumi #masumi usui

[synergysilhouette]

"Mean It" (Villain song from "Stargazer")

To clarify: this is one of my villain songs. That's correct, ONE of them. I currently only have two (but maybe I'll do a duet). To follow with the radio sound I was going for, I kinda going for a pop-rock/alt pop vibe for this. I'd actually been putting this song on the backburner, but I felt inspired today! Note: I'm still working on Act I of my rewrite, and this is in 2 or 3 (haven't decided yet), so lyrics may change as I go on. I also made a little mood board at the bottom for the vibe I wanted to replicate.

(Verse 1)

You bought me flowers

When no one else could ever buy your time.

You bend to authority so easily,

I guess that's how I made you mine.

I said what I thought you'd like,

Turns out it's what you needed.

The illusion of autonomy,

Who cares? You like the way that you're treated,

But...

(Pre-chorus)

I tripped you up,

You fell in love,

Gave me your heart,

That wasn't smart!

Now it's all done,

I've had my fun,

You left your team,

Find a new dream!

(Chorus)

Promises, promises,

I tell you what you wanna hear.

How can you get it though your head?

We all want you to disappear!

Broken doll, marionette,

You've outlived all your usefulness.

You're a liability,

Trust me, I've seen it.

Think about the things I've told you.

All that praise, I didn't mean it!

(Verse 2)

I've got admirers for days,

What made you think that you were special?

All those years waiting in the wings,

You failed when I tested your mettle.

You hurt others to get ahead, can't say I blame you.

But what do you have to show for it?

Meaningless letters, a blissful kiss,

Your green eyes grew so wide.

Burn it all, send it back,

I don't care about the feelings you have inside.

So...

(Pre-chorus)

So look at them,

And then look at me

My friend or foe,

What does that mean?

I threw you out,

You crawled right back

I treated you like you did them

What good's a wolf without the pack?

(Do I get a discount? Hahaha!)

(Chorus)

Promises, promises,

I tell you what you wanna hear.

How can you get it though your head?

We all want you to disappear!

Broken doll, marionette,

You've outlived all your usefulness.

You're a liability,

Trust me, I've seen it.

Think about the things I've told you.

All that praise, I didn't mean it!

(Bridge)

My heart belongs to myself,

I put yours up on my shelf.

I wonder how it must've felt.

To have your frozen heart melt.

Red flames dance before my eyes,

I still remember it, to my surprise.

That fear, it makes you so small.

Now here I am, taking it all.

(Chorus)

Promises, promises,

I tell you what you wanna hear.

How can you get it though your head?

We all want you to disappear!

Broken doll, marionette,

You've outlived all your usefulness.

You're a liability,

Trust me, I've seen it.

Think about the things I've told you.

All that praise, I didn't mean it!

(Outro; slower)

If I came running to your arms

Crying with guilt from all the harm

I had to do to keep you far,

Would you buy it, that you're my star?

"I didn't mean it, let's forget

Nothing is written, nothing's set"

If you do, I hate you even more

Than I thought I ever could before.

But if you were crueler, more abusive,

Dedication, I could use it.

Make your destiny, let me see it,

And I'll be your queen,

This time I mean it.

Lemme know what you think! Like I said, revisions may happen, but when they do, I'll be sure to highlight it when I post the appropriate arc.

#disney #disney animation #disney villains #wish #mean it #olivia rodrigo #billie eilish #demi lovato #ashnikko #miley cyrus #rina sawayama #disney princess #disney wish

[phonypizza]

"We ready?" "I think we're ready." "Thanks for indulging me, Peppermint." "You owe me."

The lights dim once more, a single spotlight coming to focus on a young man. And then another. And a third.

Chai looks up to the crowd, stars shining in his eyes. A real crowd. Here to actually see him perform. He isn't hijacking Mimosa's show this time - this is the real deal, and he can feel the beat in his chest already speeding up. That's good. The tempo for this song is high, and his heart's going to have to match it.

808 mewls as the signal, and as soon as she does, the drums start. Her entire body vibrates with each strike, and Chai counts under his breath before his fingers find the strings. It's a simple melody, really... but it's already pounding in the speakers when the budding rockstar lets out a howl as his opener, one that the mic picks up to go beyond the room itself--

WAKE UP! Our life is calling! We're smoking, but not on fire! Give us a sign that we're alive!

His head bobs to the beat, eyes shut as the music flows into and through him, the mp3 player in his heart pounding away as Chai takes a deep breath.

SNAP OUT of indecision! Have we been hypnotized To think that everything's alright?!

808 briefly scurries back behind a curtain on recognizing that it's time. Chai keeps playing, his robotic fingers moving nimbly across the body as his calloused flesh-and-blood hand presses down on the neck strings. The self-assured smirk on his face turns to a grin.

The clock is counting down... Seconds tick awaaaay...

A young woman clad in dark blue pops up from behind the curtain, clutching what looks like a bazooka. Before security can do anything, she takes aim and fires at the ceiling above the crowd--

This is our time!

--only for the projectile to explode into a shower of confetti sequins, which flutters down upon the audience as the chorus hits, timing it just right so that any waving spotlights for the crowd would catch the glittering things and throw a bit more light around the room.

Without a doubt!

She disappears in a brief flicker, teleported safely away as Chai's joined onstage once again by 808. The LED lights on her joints and in her eyes are slowly strobing to different colors on beat.

Time to ignite! We're not going down Without a fight!

This is our time! Get up off the ground! Take what is mine! We're not going down Without a fiiiiiiight!

With each repeat of the chorus, that odd young woman keeps reappearing in some unusually high-up places, taking aim and firing the... confetti bazooka? each time. There's a wry smile on her face. Normally she would never agree to do something like this, but... Chai owed her now, and it was actually kind of fun. Even if her ears were ringing a little.

The song comes to its conclusion, with Chai swearing he could hear some members of the audience joining in the chant to FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Woooooaaaaaahhoooooo!!! Hahaha!

"Thank you everybody!!!"

#!ic #!chai #!guest #event: the power of music #where my eba players. rise up #he would adore this song i'm kinnie and i say so

[shadesofdeviant]

For the fanfic asks … all of them? 😁

HAHAHA Ginger! I mean...you said you'd ask for all of them XD So...I guess I'll answer them all XD.

🍄How do you come up with ideas for your stories?

A variety of ways, sometimes I get inspired to write an AU based on an episode of a show, or a novel etc. Or sometimes my brain just pops ideas into my head.

🍉Are you a pantser or a plotter?

I am very much a plotter. It's also why I don't often get much written because I need SO much to be planned before I can write.

🍒What genres/tropes do you find yourself using most often?

Fluff, 5+1, Domestic Slice of Life, AU's - I am an absolute sucker for AU's.

🥝Who are your literary influences, and have they shaped your own writing?

As much of a problematic person as they were, Anne Rice's first 3 vampire chronicles books were the books that got me thinking...oh I really wanna do this kind of thing. J R R Tolkien's descriptions very much shaped my own (i used to write horrifically long paragraphs). Neil Gaiman inspired my shorter style, quirky dialogue with inside jokes aimed at the reader.

🥕What's your favorite fic you've written, and why?

My favourite fic is a toss up between "Your Arms Are Like Corset Strings" (9-1-1, Buddie) and "Rainbow Coloured Monstrosity" (9-1-1: Lone Star, Tarlos).

The rest I'm gonna put under a cut haha or this post is gonna get SUPER long.

🥨How do you overcome writer's block?

When I work it out I'll tell you haha. I don't think I've ever managed beyond just pushing through and hate-smashing at the keyboard, or just waiting for the inspiration to come back by itself.

🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?

Honestly as cliche as it might sound, all comments I get are my favourites. I couldn't pick any specific ones, I enjoy comments so much.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I use a lot of notebooks, I also get really sad and make powerpoint presentations of planning. Then I either listen to music, or put on some series that Ive seen enough times that it can be background noise.

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

I HC a few things for different people but they're not exactly huge things, but have a few examples. I headcanon that Alec Hardy is a huge fantasy novel fan. I headcanon that Eddie Diaz has chronic pain in his shoulders. I headcanon that Aziraphale hates the scent of pine.

🍭What's been your most challenging story to write, and why?

I'm writing a huge multi-part reincarnated soulmates AU, in which the soulmates meet each other throughout history and have different names etc. and it's...taking me soooo long. And honestly it's just because it so long and has so many historical points I need to research hahaha.

🍬What's a genre/trope you've never written, but might in future?

I'm...not sure tbh. Theres a lot of genre's/tropes I don't like or I'm not comfortable with so won't ever touch. But the ones I do like, I've attempted or I am in the process of attempting.

🍩What advice would you give to aspiring fic writers?

Just go for it. Find something you really, really want to see written and write it, because at the end of the day you write for yourself first and foremost. If you try to write to please everyone you'll stress yourself out too much.

🌶How dependent are you on feedback, good or bad?

Bad feedback is never warranted. I do not write for profit so therefore do not need amazon style reviews. Nor do I ask for constructive criticism. I appreciate if someone wants to tell me they like what I wrote though.

🥑What are you currently working on?

I am currently working on a bunch of things: Doctor Who x Good Omens crossover - The events of "The Giggle" with Crowley tagging along. Broadchurch Whump - 2 entries, poor Alec is getting tormented. Broadchurch x Good Omens x Rab C Nesbitt crossover - Alec, Crowley and Davina are identical triplets. Shenanigans ensue. Buddie birthday gift for someone dear to me. Buddie soulmates AU.

🍹How do you decide a story is ready to post?

I finish writing it haha. I let it come to a natural stopping point and then try not to over think it.

🍊What's a story that changed significantly from its initial idea to the final draft?

My reincarnated soulmates AU. I've changed so many historical points and condensed some and completely scrapped a whole half of it haha.

🥠What's your approach to world-building?

Powerpoints. Powerpoints and mind maps haha. If I'm going AU I will plan it like I'm Tolkien creating middle earth haha XD.

🍎How do you prioritize which stories to work on when you have multiple ideas?

I don't. My brain goes brrr and tries to plan all of them at once to the point I can't work on ANY of them haha.

🌮How do you balance the desire to write for yourself versus the desire to write for an audience?

I have been writing on and off since I was 13, and I used to write entirely for the audience and it stressed me out. Whilst I enjoy audience responses and like to receive comments confirming that they enjoyed what I wrote, if I don't like it, I won't post it, but if I enjoyed what I wrote I will love it regardless.

#rinwrites #rintrash #Fanfic writer asks #ask game #Thanks for this! haha #These took me so long to write as well

[craby-bouquet]

Would you accept a request for the next chapter of Wonwoo or Soonyoung’s Crown Heads??? 😬😬😬 If not, just some good old Wonwoo fluff! Maybe a new town, neighbors2lovers!au?

thank you for requesting!! i’ll be continuing crowned heads for sure no worries!! i love that series too much to just stop it hahaha so ill gradually be continuing that :) 

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A new Neighbour - Jeon Wonwoo

Requested

Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Fluff, neighbors2lovers

900 words

You watched the moving truck pull up to the house next to you. It had stood empty for about a year now, since the old lady Miller had died. You wondered who would move in next. Perhaps a writer, or an actor, maybe a pop-star or a ghost. The possibilities are endless and your imagination was overworking itself thinking about it. 

The moving truck stopped on the driveway and a young man walked out. You were immediately enchanted by his beauty. 

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Your mother pricked the cake on the counter to check if it’s ready to eat. 

“Perfect.” she placed the cake on a nice plate and handed it to you, “Bring this to the new neighbors, please. And maybe invite them over for coffee somewhere next week.” 

You took the plate from her hands and nodded, holding your excitement to meet the beautiful man in. 

When you knocked on their door you heard some scrambling and rumbling from the inside but it didn’t take long for the man to open the door. He was about your age and looked at you with a blank expression. You noticed his plump lips and stared at them a little too long before introducing yourself and handing him the cake. 

“Oh… thanks. We will enjoy it.” He placed the cake on a dresser close to the door.

“And we were wondering if maybe you wanted to come have coffee at our house next week?” 

He nodded, “I’ll ask my mom when she gets home, but I’m sure she’d be excited to meet the neighbors.” 

You beamed, “Great.”

For a second he seemed hesitant about something, then he shook his head and opened his door a bit wider, “I have a strange question for you…” he started.

“Shoot.” you encouraged. 

“Well, I’m trying to assemble this closet thing but I’m home alone and I could use a second pair of hands. Would you mind helping me out?” 

You nodded eagerly, happy you decided to wear comfy clothes today, “Of course I would. Tell me what I can do.” 

He smiled and stepped aside so you could walk through. After he closed the door behind you, he picked up the cake again and walked through the hallway into a room, “I’ll put this in the kitchen real quick.” 

The house looked like what you’d expect a house to look when people are still moving in. There were boxes everywhere, picture frames stacked on top of each other waiting to be nailed to the wall, and pieces of wood waiting to be assembled into a closet.

“Yes, that's the one. It’s more complicated than it looks.” he chuckled, a lovely sound. 

You picked up the instructions and sighed. It did look complicated.  

But together it was easier than you’d thought. You learned very quickly, because you asked, that your new neighbor was called Wonwoo. He was the nicest man you’d ever met and were happy to find out he would be starting at your school after summer vacation. Even though you spent the afternoon assembling a closet, you had so much fun getting to know Wonwoo, and you could tell he had fun too.

“I can’t believe it.” he said after the closet was standing in the hall, completed, “We did it.” 

His eyes found yours, the biggest smile adorned his lips. You couldn’t help but smile too, and before you knew it Wonwoo’s arms were around you, hugging you tight.

“Thank you for your help.” it was almost a whisper.

He took a step back and you tried to fix yourself up again, trying not to show how shocked you were by his display of affection.

“I think,” he was still smiling, “we deserve a piece of the delicious cake your mother made.” 

He gestured you to follow him to the kitchen, where you sat down on a bar stool while he took out a knife to cut the cake.

He handed you a plate with a thick piece of cake on it, together with the drink you asked for, “Thank you.” you said eagerly. You loved your mothers cake, she was the best at baking. 

Wonwoo sat down next to you with his cake and took a bite, making sounds which told you he liked it.

“This is amazing! You have to thank your mom for me.” 

You chuckled and took a bite yourself.

When he finished his cake he turned to look at you, “So I was wondering something.” 

You swallowed the last of your cake, “Shoot.”

He nodded, “Well I had fun this afternoon and I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go out some time.” 

Your heart jumped, but you tried to look as calm and collected as you could, “You mean… this wasn’t a date?” you gestured around you to tell him you meant today. 

His eyes widened, “Well I didn’t mean for it to be, but it could have been if you want. I mean, I… uh.” 

You laughed, “I was joking, Wonwoo.” 

He nodded and sighed relieved, “Right, right. Well I want to take you on a proper first date. Maybe dinner and a movie?” 

You nodded happily, “I would love that.” 

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[confused-bi-queer]

20 Questions for fic writers

Thank you for tagging me @ileadacharmedlife 🩷🩷

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

28!!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

381,482. It’s just that I can very easily write a 10k one shot, I have a lot of things to say, apparently. It just makes sense to illustrate every thought.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I’ve only written for Carry On because I’ve come used to them, but I’m interested in Wolfstar, so maybe in some time they will pop up too.

4.. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Protecting you like a Pitch (M) (I seriously don’t know why)

Sick of vanilla (E)

Birthday Man (E) (but it’s a fandom collab)

Surprises, stars and universes (E)

The Rise and Fall of Us (M)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always do, it’s just that sometimes it takes me a while

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That would be a WIP, but it’s a one shot 2k word “it’s hard to hide someone who loves you”. They both die at the end and it’s Simon rescuing Baz from the numpties, tell him he loves him and Baz gets killed! It’s just that I love making a character suffer along the story, but giving them a happy ending, so I’m not into writing a sad ending; it would kill me.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think “Done waiting” because it’s not angsty, so it feels happier, but I do give them a happy ending, even if it’s hurt/comfort.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nop. Everyone who’s commented is so lovely.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! OMG, I LOVE writing smut. I find it very relaxing and fun hahaha. I usually write them with a dom/sub dynamics, with bdsm, toys, and exploring. I do like writing kinky things; not into vanilla. And I prefer a dom Simon, he’s very lovely. And I always write them with enthusiastic consent, being so in love, and aftercare. It’s a must in my fics.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve written Drarry within SnowBaz and from a book series I read when I was 10 (the wolves of mercy falls), but I’m normal about them.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really, it’s more like pin-pong-ing the ideas with another person, but I did write “Birthday Man” with the fandom! It was a fic for Simon’s birthday

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

SnowBaz OWNS me, but WolfStar is very close to ripping my heart out. And I am so very sorry, but I would die for MalMage. There’s a fic I’m plotting, and it makes me ache.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have several wips on my mind that I regularly come to, so I do plan on finishing them, but there are many ideas I’ve had that I just threw out. It was a thing in the moment, but not that serious to have me actually explore them more.

16. What are your wrimting strengths?

Angst and smut. I love writing dirty things and making my characters suffer. I l’m good at writing a lot, it’s very easy for me to write thousands of words. And I love dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Keeping things simple hahahaha. A short idea for a short silly fic is NEVER a short idea for me. I struggle with describing places, and well, I do have english for a second language, so it’s been a process for me to get better at grammar and phrasing. I’m not good at writing crack or fluff; it has to hurt.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I like it but I never know what it says if they don’t write it in the notes.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Carry On still. I’m living in a bubble hahaha. I’ve only written for my babies.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Definitely “The Second Chain” (smut). I wrote that fic exclusively for me and to me; I wrote all the things I like. And I like my Ballet AU because of all the backstories and how close SnowBaz feel to me (and Ebb). But I do have a MalMage wip, after all.

Now tagging: @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @wellbelesbian @nightimedreamersworld @thehoneyedhufflepuff @theearlgreymage @alexalexinii hello friends🩷

#snowbaz #carry-on #tag game

[kaletastrophes]

Pedro Pascal: A Life in Movies

Categorizing every film Pedro has mentioned in public.

Notes and Sources:

He mentions the 1979 film Caligula here in this interview but it’s so in passing I didn’t feel I could fully include it above.

He talks about Last Tango in Paris in that same interview but its…in relation to Marlon Brando’s dick size hahaha so again I didn’t feel this was enough to warrant inclusion. I'm sorry, I would have loved to include it! But alas.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have given so much space to Kramer vs. Kramer because it’s mentioned in passing in his funny Superman story, but I made the executive decision to put it in there anyway. 

So I didn’t include it in the graphic above but Superman was actually the film the Pascal family was watching in the theater when young Pedro wondered off and got lost. 

When Pedro Pascal was roughly 4 years old, he and his family went to see the 1978 hit movie “Superman,” starring Christopher Reeve. Pascal’s young parents had come to live in San Antonio after fleeing their native Chile during the rise of dictator Augusto Pinochet in the mid-1970s. Taking Pascal and his older sister to the movies — sometimes more than once a week — had become a kind of family ritual, a way to soak up as much American pop culture as possible. At some point during this particular visit, Pascal needed to go to the bathroom, and his parents let him go by himself. “I didn’t really know how to read yet,” Pascal says with the same Cheshire grin that dazzled “Game of Thrones” fans during his run as the wily (and doomed) Oberyn Martel. “I did not find my way back to ‘Superman.'” Instead, Pascal wandered into a different theater (he thinks it was showing the 1979 domestic drama “Kramer vs. Kramer,” but, again, he was 4). In his shock and bewilderment at being lost, he curled up into an open seat and fell asleep. When he woke up, the movie was over, the theater was empty, and his parents were standing over him. To his surprise, they seemed rather calm, but another detail sticks out even more. “I know that they finished their movie,” he says, bending over in laughter. “My sister was trying to get a rise out of me by telling me, ‘This happened and that happened and then Superman did this and then, you know, the earthquake and spinning around the planet.'” In the face of such relentless sibling mockery, Pascal did the only logical thing: “I said, ‘All that happened in my movie too.'” (Source)

Poor baby hahaha 

He also mentions Paper Moon here around the 3 minute mark, as a film that the Mando team asked him to watch to inform the Mando character and his relationship with the child.

Chinatown and Dog Day Afternoon are mentioned as two of his all time favorite films in both his Reddit AMA and this Buzzfeed interview. The Reddit AMA is also where he mentions Solaris, Alien, and Superman.

Alien being is mentioned AGAIN in his Variety interview here. The interviewer of this really annoys me but that's truly here nor there.

Dog Day's Attica! scene is named as his favorite movie scene in this interview. That interview is also where he speaks about Alien, and The Omen.

The story about his father taking him to see Watership Down can be found here.

Jaws is mentioned briefly is his Vogue Italia interview.

Star Wars is mentioned in his Esquire Spain interview.

Masterlist

#pedro pascal #a life in movies #watership down #Chinatown #Jaws #Star Wars #Alien #Superman #dog day afternoon #Paper Moon #Caligula #Last Tango in Paris #kramer vs kramer #pedro pascal project #pedro pascal interview

[forlix]

talking ab fallen star cos that fic consumed me when i first read it and consumed me again when i reread it earlier 🤚

firstly the way he kept his promise to bring mc to the airport it really broke me. it's so melancholic like there have been broken promises before but hyunjin wouldn't dare end their relationship on another one? you can still feel the love he has for t hemin the way he tiredly made his way to drive to their house and to the airport after he came back from his own long flight it honestly makes me insane.

i love how in the car there's this like faint and twisted idea of hope lingering between them. some part of them still longs for the other and it's right there they could just grab the very thing they yearn for but it's incomplete. it's not the same. honestly when mc mutters "idiot" it really made me think like are they calling hyunjin an idiot? or themselves an idiot? and ac i feel like they meant both of them are idiots for allowing themselves to end up in this awkward but necessary situation.

there are some unresolved feelings and unanswered questions while they sit in silence on the way to the airport, but the airport scene™️ gives them both the closure they need. they're not getting back together, no matter how much one might like, but the tension in the car shows a sliver of hope that they would and i feel like it really emanates in your writing and makes me as a reader reader hope for a happier ending as well. also the shaky "fuck" describes my feelings as i read this as well thanks btw 🥲

and this is all from my own mind but i imagine reader saw a photo or maybe got an invitation to hyun's wedding and they realize he's okay and it makes them reflect on themselves and with a heavy heart they realize theyre okay too. the worst part is there's no definitive point where they felt or "became" okay, because like you said, time is the best medicine and gradually mc just healed. but knowing that hyun is okay and has moved on kind of popped a bubble of reserved feelings and its not necessarily sad its just kind of disheartening or numbing?

idk how i started yapping sm lol i read wayyyy into this HAHAHA. i chose to analyze this instead of study for my finals ☝️🤓 but in conclusion, xian i love falling star and its yet another product of ur mindblowing sexy brain i love you so much bby and i js wanna say im so proud of you <3

when i tell u i saw this while studying (also for my finals) and it had my jaw on the floor my head in the clouds i couldn't focus for the LIFE of me afterwards. WDYM YOU WROTE ME AN ESSAY OF UR THOUGHTS ON MY WRITING? IS IT MY BIRTHDAY?? i love you so fucking much omg. thank u for sending this in my lovely star :') putting my VERY ramble-y response under the cut

"there have been broken promises before but hyunjin wouldn't dare end their relationship on another one" is soooo poignantly put and so so so correct. honestly him remembering the day and time of the flight was supposed to be a show of pettiness at first, like "you called me unreliable so here i am bitch" lmfaooo but let's be real you're right on the money with his real intentions. he was literally counting down the days until he had an excuse to see mc again.. he was also worried about the flight being so early and wanted to ensure their safety... AGGHHH not me hurting myself thinking ab this couple 😭

"when mc mutters "idiot" it really made me think like are they calling hyunjin an idiot? or themselves an idiot?" I LOVEEEE LOVE LOVE THIS? god u are a genius i adore you. i totally see this being the case. if i may add, maybe mc thinks they're an idiot because they reciprocate hyunjin's yearning even after everything that's transpired. like inward frustration that there are still feelings there? yeah. ur a genius.

about the slivers of hope after the car scene, i apologize for the lack of a happy ending love </3 the fic was definitely challenging (and saddening) but also refreshing to write. i really wanted to explore a couple that is well and truly doomed bc some of the relationships in our lives are doomed, yaknow? and you can recognize that and still have a lot of love for the person at the same time bc human beings are fucking complicated like that. but please consider this my official justification for posting something so depressing

"and this is all from my own mind but i imagine reader saw a photo or maybe got an invitation to hyun's wedding and they realize he's okay and it makes them reflect on themselves and with a heavy heart they realize theyre okay too." FUCKKKK NOT THE WEDDING PICTURE. this just made me frown irl. if i may add.....again..... what if they physically run into each other and that's how mc knows? at the start of the convo mc kinda feels the familiar stirrings again but it's more out of habit than anything. they talk for a bit and it's really pleasant and mc notices he has a ring on his finger and they realize they feel ✨ nothing ✨ about it anymore. but there's just an inkling of remorse remaining about the whole situation. like a passing thought of "maybe in a different universe we would've made things work"....haha.....fuck. BUT mc is happy hyunjin's happy, and mc is happy to have recovered, and life goes on

as for ur entire last paragraph i might actually cry, i'm so glad you love the fic and i truly do appreciate u taking the time to look into my fic this closely so so so much :'( you keep me going, I MEAN IT

#smothers u with kisses this made my whole life ily #*inbox

[bizarrescribblez]

me x dethklok minute host/marc tackett lore because i can and will info dump lore for this stupid ass crackship thats gotten a grip on me for the past two days

💜 - we both meet when we’re late teens, both coming off of entertainment/acting careers (me being an actress on a sitcom and him being a host for a kids channel’s entertainment segment)

🩶 - the reason we both meet is because we auditioned and passed @ being in a US tour for the musical Hairspray :) me being Tracy and him being Link. Traveling around the country and the instant connection makes up super close, so once the tour ends and the musical stays on Broadway we both stay in the same apartment together in NY. We always deny when asked if we’re in a relationship or like each other since we play a couple in the musical (every denial hurting him more and more)

💜 - while in NY, my pop star career starts to take off a bit thus garnering attention from other rock stars (r.ikki k.ixx) and having flings with said rock stars (which makes marc MORE SAD because he thought we had something). Said flings end up failing for one reason or another and becoming sort of just a shoulder to cry on (at least to him) starts to hurt him more and more. Once I sign onto a record label and once he signs up the contract to become the host for dethklok minute we go our seperate ways for a while which BREAKS BOTH OF OUR HEARTS. (Debating if theres even a goodbye since i know i hurt him and would feel terrible facing him.. ANGST THINGS !!)

🩶 - we meet again and hang out again/more when i get introduced in the series in dethstars cuz i imagine hes at the blood ocean premiere covering it live.. AND DUDE ALMOST MENTALLY FLATLINES ON LIVE TELEVISION SEEING ME AGAIN.

💜 - obviously in season 2 he.. GETS EXPLODED. So im by his side always till he recovers and ofc (this happens in any ship timeline) i made the dethklok boys pay for his surgery. He worries he fr wouldnt have a chance to win me over because of how he looks but i constantly remind him i’ll always love him no matter what. Yet i go “ill love you no matter what .. bestie hahaha”

🩶 - he tags along with me as i go to reunite with rikki in SnB2 and ofc marc (kind of jealous) lets me and rikki have time to ourselves and rikki is just like “yea hes still obsessed with you” and im like “😀.. whatre you talking about he just likes me as a friend hahhaha” (I NEED TO MAKE A FIC OUT OF THIS.)

AND thats about it for now ill have more ideas soon its easy when you can just do whatever but its also hard since theres not much going on with him like all the stuff that happens with skwis nate or mf DISBJSBSHAN

#hahaha sorry for my ramblings HES JUST BEEN ON MY MIND . SO BAD. #self ship #self ship community #f/o community #self shipping #dethklok minute host #idgaf im using the tag idc if i annoy people