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atinymonster · 3 years

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peacemaker

ateez 9th member.

when bobby uses his last resort to help calm the awkwardness between hwiyoung and sunwoo.

request from a lovely anon hehe!

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Stepping out of the van, Jiyu stared up at the building, feeling the slightest bit intimidated by how much of an aura it gave off.

“It’s been years since I’ve been here...” she mumbled, pulling her bucket hat back onto her head after it started to slip from her craning her head.

She never thought she’d have a reason to come back to YG after MIXNINE.

“Hi Jiyu, I think I need your help.”

“I—huh?”

She was surprised that Bobby was actually calling her, staring at her phone in awe at the caller ID for too long at that she almost forgot to answer the man. Needing her help for something was the last thing she had expected.

“You and Sunwoo are dating, right?” he asked.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, wondering where he was going with this, “Did something happen?”

“Do you happen to know why he keeps staring holes into Hwiyoung? Or why Hwiyoung’s so cautious of him?”

“Is Sunwoo going through that phase again?” Wooyoung asked, leaning close to her to eavesdrop on the phone call.

Pushing Wooyoung’s face away, Jiyu sheepishly chuckled, knowing the root of the problem. “I think I do actually...”

And that was how Bobby had the grand idea of inviting her over to YG to help him deal with a savage Sunwoo. Deep down, she didn’t really mind since then she could see him for a bit before she had to go back to dance practice.

Entering the building, her jaw dropped open when she saw how large and spacious the interior was. She was so busy admiring the new environment that she almost elbowed the person who snaked their arms around her waist, but she immediately recognized the person when she heard him giggle.

She twisted around before gently digging her hands into his hair, making his giggles intensify. “What’s it with you and sneaking up on me?”

“Your little jumps are cute,” he cooed, bumping foreheads with her before pulling back and slightly tilting his head to the side, “What are you even doing here?”

Right, she was supposed to be here to help Bobby.

“A little birdie told me you were, and I quote, staring holes into Hwiyoung sunbaenim and he’s being cautious around you.”

The corners of his lips turned down before he whipped his head over to where Bobby and Hwiyoung looking anywhere but at them and casually eating the ice cream they bought. While feeling kind of embarrassed since Bobby was someone he really idolized, he also felt kind of bad that he had to resort to bringing Jiyu here to help.

“Can you blame me though?” he turned back towards her and asked, giving her his best puppy eyes to hopefully soften her up.

Which worked, but she wasn’t going to let it show that easily.

“Woo, I thought we already established the fact that all was forgiven and that we’re friends now,” she softly chuckled at his dejected expression. He resembled a scolded puppy that had his ears hanging down and his eyes downcast.

His arms tightened around her waist. “But I can’t let such a golden opportunity pass when we’re in the same team,” a mischievous smile crossed his lips, “I promise I’m not doing any real damage, I’m just teasing hyung here and there.”

With a breathy chuckle, pinched both of his cheeks in with her fingers, enjoying his little grunts to let go. “You really are a big child, aren’t you,” she teased. “Bobby sunbaenim even called me over during my break from practice since he needed help handling you, you know.”

“Is that why you’re sweating or is it because of me?” he asked, cheekily smiling before he bursted into giggles when Jiyu playfully punched his shoulder.

“Just be nice, okay?” she asked, pulling out her cute voice (one that she uses once in a blue moon), and looking up at him with her own puppy eyes. “I thought these,” she held up her wrist that was adorned with the matching white obsidian bracelet that she had bought for his birthday a few days ago, “made it clear that I was with you.”

Seeing him waver, she internally smirked at her success. According to Eric, her cute acts had always been Sunwoo’s weakness ever since their first encounter. She decided to try it out, and lo and behold, it worked.

“I’ll try, but no promises,” he childishly grumbled, looking away from her and pouting his lips.

A bright idea passed her mind. Rising onto her tip toes, she leaned in towards his ear. “Think about it this way,” she whispered, sending a shiver down Sunwoo’s spine, “we had our first kiss thanks to him.”

Pulling away from his ear, she placed a quick peck on his lips before innocently smiling up to him as if she didn’t just leave the poor boy a flustered mess in the middle of the building, in public.

Reaching up to pat his head, she held onto his hand before dragging him back to their two sunbaes, who had whipped their heads away so fast the moment they saw her about to kiss Sunwoo.

Catching sight of Jiyu’s innocent smile in contrast with the boy’s reddened cheeks and how he shyly scratched the back of his neck, they figured it was best to not know what she whispered to him.

But at the same time of being left in the dark, it was sort of scary how she made Sunwoo, who’s usually the one doing the teasing, turn into a blushing middle school boy.

“Is everything okay now?” Bobby asked, laughing at Sunwoo’s change of attitude.

Jiyu nodded with a little mhm. “Sorry you had to call me over, sunbae.”

Bobby waved his hands in front of him defensively. “No, no. I should be sorry I pulled you away from practice,” he grinned. “And that you’re helping your rivals, no less.”

Jiyu laughed before nudging Sunwoo back to the group. “Then as a thank you, can I get a sneak peek of the rap team?” she joked.

Now it was Bobby’s turn to erupt into laughter before pointing to their new matching white shoes. “There’s your little hint,” he said with a toothy and boyish smile. “But how long is your break?”

Looking at her phone, she saw a text from Seonghwa letting her know she had fifteen minutes left before they started practicing again. “I actually have to go now.”

Much to Bobby and Hwiyoung’s amusement and adoration, Sunwoo waddled back over to Jiyu and gave her a hug goodbye. “Bye lovebug,” he whispered in her ear like how she did to him earlier, chuckling when he felt her slightly tense from his breath in her ear.

Payback.

“Hm, bye, sunshine.” she said, but he didn’t miss the light pink hues on her cheeks. Smirking, he let her go. She politely bowed to Bobby and Hwiyoung while saying her goodbyes.

“Wait,” Hwiyoung called out to her before she walked past him. “I’m really sorry about today—”

“It’s alright, really!” she cut him off with a smile, watching Bobby take Sunwoo back to the snack shop to get him an ice cream, “But he really doesn’t dislike you deep down.”

“I hope that’s the case. He looked ready to bite me,” he admitted, sending Jiyu into giggles at his choice of words.

“Let me know if that ever happens,” she said, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. “I really need to go now before Seonghwa starts nagging. Bye, sunbae, and I wish you all good luck because we Mayfly are aiming to win!”

And with that adorably bold comment, she quickly scurried out of the building and back to the van.

Bobby stared at the door, surprised at her declaration, before flicking his eyes to the boy next to him, who had an adoring smirk on his face. Snorting, he gently jostled Sunwoo on the shoulder. “She really has you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?”

Sunwoo looked away, embarrassed at being caught before scuttling away from the iKON member. (But he didn’t know he had her wrapped around his finger as well...)

Bobby felt his phone vibrate and fished it out of his pocket. He almost choked on his saliva from the message.

[ateez’s jiyu] sunbae! i forgot to tell you, but i also wish you luck in being peacemaker should the time ever come!

[ikon’s bobby] what? h-how am i supposed to calm him down?! i can’t kiss him!

[ateez’s jiyu] i believe you’ll find another way, sunbae! fighting! ☆ ～('▽^人) “She put too much faith in me...” came his defeated sigh.

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milkybonya · 3 years

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In THE DaRk

order 004 for anon: large coconut milk tea (In THE DaRk by BOBBy) with regular tapioca pearls and fresh taro

Warnings: food mentions

Pairing: idol!Hui x delivery worker!reader

Summary: you deliver food to cube ent. and end up becoming friends with Hui, an idol who's at the peak of his career... but he finds himself falling for you even as his songs rise on the charts :")

Word count: like maybe 3k?

[a/n]: i love this request because i love this song and writing it while listening to the song on loop in the dark of my room just made me so happy? also i put wayyyy more effort into this than necessary and it turned out super long >.< i'm so sorry anonnie i hope you like itttt ahhh

Shine, you shine on my existence

Sure, Hui was an idol with a life of his own - especially now, during Shine promotions, that his group, PENTAGON, was blowing up. Yet he never failed to make time for you, because you were the light of his life.

As a hardworking idol who was always cooped up in his studio and skipping meals, his members encouraged him to at least order food. He was reluctant but eventually agreed, not wanting to make them worry.

That's where you came in: a delivery worker at a local restaurant not too far from Cube entertainment, Hui's company. A lot of people ordered from your restaurant to Cube, so you weren't surprised when a new order flashed on the iPad screen at your workplace.

"We've got another delivery, [y/n]," the worker at the front told you with a smile, walking to the back to tell the cooks what to prepare.

You tapped your feet against the ground, awaiting the order. Once it was prepared, you carefully placed it in your delivery bag, fastened it to your bike and off you went, wearing a helmet of course.

The gentle breeze was enough to cheer you up and give you energy, despite the scene around you being full of traffic and slightly bleak.

Once you arrived, the guards let you in without even checking your workplace ID this time, recognizing you as a trusted delivery person.

You made your way up to the floor listed on the order, roaming through countless hallways until you finally found the right room. Judging by the area and the doors, it seemed to be full of studios.

The person who ordered this must be working hard, you thought to yourself.

Suddenly, you got an urge to leave a note, wishing the person well. You took out a scrap piece of paper and a pen that you always had handy, your heart racing and your hands shaking at the thought of doing this. You were excited at the idea of the person being happy to see such a cheerful note...

I hope you enjoy this meal and that it gives you enough energy to keep working hard :) Go for it!

After neatly placing the food and note at the door, you knocked and walked away, not wanting to bother the person. Even though you didn't turn your back, you heard the door open a few seconds later.

"Thank you!" a voice echoed through the hall.

You turned quickly to say ‘you’re welcome’ in response and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a young idol hard at work. His hair was messy and he had dark circles under his eyes, but his mismatches clothes and bright smile were quite cute.

You thought that would be the last you’d see of him, but from that day onwards, he always ordered food from your restaurant at the same time: 2:09pm. Why so specific? You weren’t sure, but that’s how it was, and you being the only delivery worker at your restaurant meant that it would always be you taking the food to him.

The second time you went, you were surprised to see a note waiting on the door for you.

Thank you for your cheerful message... I’ll do my best to work harder!

It made you smile and you decided to leave another note with his order, this time just asking him what his favourite side dishes were so you could tell the cooks to put more of those in next time. Instead of him leaving a note for you with the response, though, Hui decided to text you this time so he wouldn't have to wait for you to make another delivery before you could see his response.

Unknown: This is Hui! Ah, I ordered food from you at 2:09pm? I'm not really picky on side dishes, but one of my members likes kimchi, so could you make sure to leave more of that for me?

You: sure, of course! but how did you get my number?

Hardworking Hui: Ah, sorry! It was on the app since you're the delivery worker... for me to contact you in case you get lost? I'm sorry!

You: No, that's okay! i just wanted to be sure ^^

So after that day, you made sure Hui always got extra kimchi with his order. He would always greet you at the door of his studio, quickly asking about your day and how you were doing. Truthfully, he actually wanted to ask you to come inside so he could talk with you some more, because the two of you would always get an interesting conversation going before you declared you had to leave.

Since he was too shy to ask you in person, he texted you, instead.

Hardworking Hui: could you get the rest of the day off after delivering my order today?

You: why?

Hardworking Hui: so you can eat with me? if that's okay? or just take an hour off!

You: ...

You: Only if you pay for my food :P

Hardworking Hui: deal

So that day, you asked your manager for the hour off from 2:30pm to 3:30pm. She agreed, knowing that you always work hard and deserve a break.

Showing up to Hui's studio with his usual order and some food for yourself in your hands, you knocked a little nervously this time, knowing that this wouldn't just be a delivery, but a whole... hang out? Type of thing?

Hui had made sure to clean his studio to the best of his ability, making sure that there was another comfy chair for you to sit on and that the room didn't smell bad or anything. He lit a couple of candles and vacuumed the place so there would be no dust. When you knocked on the door, he jumped out of his seat with excitement, immediately opening it.

"Hi! Come in," he said, holding the door open so you could step inside. Seeing the cosy, dimly lit space left you in awe.

"It's so cool to see where you've been working away for all this time," you said, sitting down on a chair and putting the food down.

"Yeah... sometimes I get tired of it, but it's home," Hui said, sitting on his studio chair and opening up the food.

"Ah... where's the kimchi?" Hui asked, pointing at all the dishes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I told the cook to include my favourite side dish too, but he must have just replaced the kimchi with this instead, I'm so sorry!"

Hui laughed, shaking his head.

"It's completely fine!" he said, handing you your favourite side dish.

As the two of you began eating, you were able to get to know each other more as you spoke and asked each other questions. Even though it was a little silly asking for each other's favourite colours and seasons, it was a lot of fun, and the two of you turned out to have a lot in common.

Tears are erased by my emotions / Add, add colour to the world

After that day, you weren't just a delivery worker for Hui, and he wasn't just a customer to you. The two of you became close friends, attending the concerts of your favourite artists together. Hui would joke and say that he was attending for work reasons, trying to gain musical inspiration, while you had no real reason to be there. You'd slap his shoulder lightly, telling him to watch his words while he'd laugh at your reaction.

Even though his work was stressful at times, it was days like those that seemed to make him cry in reverse, if that was even possible? You showed up and turned his world around, adding colour onto his black and white canvas.

His members even told him that he seemed more cheerful and energetic despite still working hard in the studio, and Hui even told you that his songwriting process seemed to be running more smoothly.

"I'm so glad we became friends," he told you, leaning his head on your shoulder one day as the two of you sat on a park bench. You smiled, strongly agreeing with him in your own heart.

But do you remember when I mentioned Shine promotions at the beginning of this? Well, let's skip forward to that point.

By then, you had seen Hui and his group perform quite a few times, whether it was at concerts, music shows or even on the TV at your home. You were incredibly proud of him and wanted nothing but for him to succeed.

Every time Hui found you in the crowd at any of his live performances, he'd feel some kind of crazy adrenaline rush as all of his tiredness just seemed to magically disappear. He'd perform as if rent was due just because you gave him the energy to do so.

"Was [y/n] watching us again?" Hyunggu asked backstage after another performance for Shine ended safely.

"Yeah, I saw them there!" Hongseok confirmed.

"Plus, you can tell by the way Hui is acting," Yuto laughed, nodding towards Hui who was frantically texting you asking you if you'd left completely.

You told him you were still at the venue, and he begged you to come backstage. When you arrived, you greeted all of the Pentaboys, who adored you almost as much as Hui did, before joining Hui at his makeup table. You greeted the makeup artist too, out of respect, before asking Hui why he needed to see you so urgently.

"We might win today... I just wanted you to be by my side as good luck," he explained, a clearly worried expression on his face.

It was a shock to you that despite Shine doing so well on the charts, Pentagon still had not gotten their first win, but you knew they were an amazing group, regardless.

What you doing now? What's your plan now?

You placed your hand on top of Hui's, which rested on his own thigh.

"Hui, I know you haven't been getting all the wins you've been expecting, but we can't deny that this song is absolutely a bop and you have all been killing it!" you told him with a smile.

You couldn't tell whether or not your words had any sort of effect on him because he was looking down, but you hoped they at least didn't make him feel worse.

The rest of the Pentaboys cheered hearing your words though, feeling energized at your honest observation.

Hui was looking down because his stomach was tied in knots at the feeling of your hand on his. It was something he'd never felt before... butterflies? He tried to shrug it off but he couldn't stop wondering about your intentions... did you place your hand over his for a reason? What were you trying to tell him? What were you planning?

Inside my brain, after making a place for you / You make it impossible for me to sleep

That night, Hui still couldn't stop thinking about your simple gesture. You didn't mean anything by it, right? It was just a friend comforting a friend... the two of you had been friends for a while now, so why was he thinking into this so much?

As feelings of sleepiness took over, he drowsily wondered what it would be like to hold your hand rather than to just have his hand underneath yours. What would it be like to be held by you?

The next day, with more promotions ahead, you made sure to send Hui a text of good luck. You wouldn't be able to watch from the live audience that day, since you had work and deliveries to carry out, but you still wanted him to know that you were thinking of him.

Hui couldn't stop staring at your message of good luck for the whole day, pressing his finger on the heart emoji that you added at the end of your message.

"Hui hyung, are you reading something?" Wooseok asked the leader, sitting beside him on the sofa in the waiting room.

"Huh? N-no," Hui quickly said with a laugh, tucking his phone away.

"You've been staring at your phone all day... what is it, is it a fun webtoon?"

"No, no! Don't worry about it," Hui laughed, ruffling the tall boy's hair.

Wooseok whined, yelling about how the stylist just did his hair. Meanwhile, Hui's heart was racing. Why had he been staring at your text message all day?

You: I'm thinking of you today, Hui! Go get em, good luck <3

Are you thinking of me in this dawn? / I wish there was a continuous portal from my room to yours

Again, that night, Hui couldn't stop thinking about you. This time, it was about the message you'd sent him. He still had it open and was staring at it. He wondered if, when you said you were thinking of him, did that mean you were thinking of him right then and there too? At the same time when he was thinking about you?

Were your sleepless thoughts filled with him, just like his were filled with you-?

Ring ring. Ring ring.

Shit.

He'd been staring at your text and holding his phone so tightly that he accidentally pressed the call icon next to your name.

"Hello?" you answered sleepily. It was 3am and you had been asleep.

"H-hello? [y/n]?"

"Yes, Hui, what is it?"

"I uh..."

He desperately tried to think of an excuse for calling you, any reason-

"I wish there was a portal that went directly from my room to yours."

Really, Hui? Was that the best thing you could think of?

His heart raced and he smiled as he heard your laugh on the other end. He didn't realize he'd balled his other hand into a fist until your laughter made him calm down.

"What are you saying, Hui?"

"I miss you..." he mumbled.

Despite being sleepy, his words still made you nervous. Your heart raced and you wondered what he was trying to tell you.

"I m-miss you too," you croaked out.

"Really?" Hui asked you, sitting up in bed.

"Yeah, really," you said, laughing. It wasn't a lie, either. You'd been watching all of his performances on your phone that day while working, almost falling off your bike because you were that invested. In him.

"Do you wanna meet up now?"

"Now?" you spluttered.

"Yeah... by the Han River?"

You paused for a while before answering.

"Let's do it."

Even if I breathe in the cold air / It feels sweet, so sweet

"AHHH IT'S SO COOOOLD!" Hui yelled into the night air, rubbing his arms and running around in circles beside you.

"Here, take my coat," you said, but instead just wrapping your arms around him.

Hui tensed up, wondering if your arm that was wrapped around his chest could feel his heartbeat.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked.

"Providing you with warmth," you said.

You also felt butterflies stirring within you, realizing that maybe you saw Hui as more than just a friend. Yet you shrugged it off, telling yourself that Hui was an idol and you were just a delivery worker.

You can't know my pathetic feelings / Even if I've confessed a hundred times inside my brain / I'm invisible to you

Hui stayed quiet, closing his eyes tightly and enjoying the feeling of being in your arms on this cold night. He knew this embrace wouldn't last and that maybe it wouldn't happen again, because in his mind, he was invisible to you. Just a friend who you goofed around with, but all of your jokes made his heart rush.

The two of you ran around the grassy banks of Han River together, laughing into the night and chasing each other like kids. Each time Hui caught up to you, he'd wrap his small frame around you so tightly that it made you lose your breath. You told yourself it was just because you were running so hard, but it was definitely something else.

As the sun was beginning to rise and the two of you were finally in your homes, trying to get some sleep, Hui imagined what it would be like to confess to you. What if he confessed right there and then when you hugged him by the Han River? What if he told you how much he likes you and... what if you felt the same? What if you cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him right there as the river reflected the starlight from the sky...? What if Hui would drop his phone in shock but would kiss you back more passionately?

No, Hui. No.

If I ever want you to feel the same / That must be greedy, that'd probably be a chance to peek into heaven / 'Cause you are angel

There was no way any of that would ever happen. There was no way you would ever like him back, at least for Hui. You were way too good for him, an angel on this planet full of demons and sinners.

Little did he know that you were also squinting at the sun, struggling to get some sleep as you thought of the way Hui would press his face into your chest every time he caught up to you at the Han River as you chased each other for fun. His bright smile and gentle laughter made your heart feel like the Han River itself, gently flowing along but filled with such a refreshing feeling.

After another week of intense Shine promotions, Hui feeling all sorts of emotions as Shine continued to soar while his feelings for you also grew, it became unbearable. The two of you would talk late into the night, whether it was sending texts because Hui was busy working or whether it was phone calls. Hui thought about you every second of every day and always missed you a ton.

Please know that I like you / I just want to be there for the rest of your life

Hui asked you to meet him in his studio one evening, as he knew your work schedule and knew that you were free. You agreed, slightly confused as to how he was making time to meet with you despite being so busy.

"Hui, I'm here!" you sang, opening the door to his studio and finding him sitting there in his chair, looking especially cute as his hair was slightly ruffled and he wore a big, comfy hoodie.

"[y/n], I have to tell you something," he said, with a slightly sad smile.

"Yeah, what is it?"

You grew worried, but decided not to make a fuss over anything just yet.

"So, for some time now.... well, of course we've been good friends, and I don't want this to ruin that if you don't feel the same..."

He sighed mid-sentence.

"Gosh, I don't know why I'm rambling," he said with a laugh.

You instinctively laughed along.

"Well, [y/n]. I like you... a lot. I know it's pathetic for me to feel this way when I don't even deserve you, but-"

"You like me?" you cut him off.

Hui nodded in response, looking slightly red now.

Nervous and absolutely bewildered, you starting laughing to yourself, making Hui worry if he'd said something wrong.

"Hui, I... I like you too, what the hell?! And here I was thinking I was pathetic!"

"You're not pathetic at all!" Hui said, grinning widely and bright red in the face upon hearing your answer to his confession.

Both of you nervously smiled at each other for some time before Hui broke the silence.

"I know... it may be hard to date me... well no, it will be hard to date me since I'm an idol, but I promise I'll give this my everything. It's a given, because of how much I like you and how lucky I am for you to even date me-"

"I never said I was dating you," you joked.

"What?" Hui asked in shock.

"I'm joking! Hui, it's okay. We'll get through these difficulties together, whatever they may be," you said, holding half of his face in your right hand, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Hui leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

"You're right," he said, before turning his face and pressing his lips to your hand.

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perhapsthanatos · 3 years

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06:23 pm with johnny ♡

nct's johnny x fem!reader (somewhat inspired by king henry viii & anne boleyn when watching a documentary about them & their love story as well as gimme gimme johnny era omg)

alternate title: the lady in waiting

genre: angst. fluff. non idol au. royal!au.

word count: 830~

playlist: rain in numbers by beach house, amsterdam by alice phoebe lou & bobby by beabadoobee.

warnings: cheating (if you consider it to be cheating?). having a bit of a historical theme, this is still a work of fiction, so some information may not be accurate. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: this idea was floating around in my head for awhile now & im happy that i am finally able to execute it! big thanks to @2-cute-4-school as well because she helped me fully flesh out this idea! i also wanna apologize, i was kind of rushing when writing this so it might just be mediocre but i do plan on going back later on & fixing it :) happy reading

the early evening starts to descend as the anticipation in the castle thickens heavily. tonight, a ball will be hosted by none other than the royals of the palace themselves. this quite clearly, is a major event and it is not at all like the regular court meetings that you were familiar with. the kinds of balls your monarchs would throw were known to begin during the evening and end during the early hours of dawn doing god knows what. more footsteps and whispers of gossip about the infamous guests coming from all around the world spread more and more rapidly, but you continue to focus on the task at hand.

“y/n, dear, do you mind tightening this a little more for me?” she queen asks as she eyes the mirror in front of her, squeezing her waist a bit more to exaggerate her proportions. it is her ball after all, she needs to look perfect.

“yes, your grace,” you pull the strings of the stays firmly to make it fit even more tighter, looking at her face for a sign of approval.

“perfect,” she smiles as you start doing the next steps.

a bumroll. a simple light silk spanish farthingale boned with cane. a plain underskirt. a beautiful dark patterned full kirtle. a deep red overskirt. a matching bodice with sleeves. more sleeves. gold jewelry and pearls. hair and makeup. all was quite taxing, but you were used to it.

finally patting down on the skirt of her gown, getting rid of any lint, dust or even hairs, you bid your queen a goodbye as she leaves the bedchambers with her mistress of the robes.

you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, turning to walk to the balcony.

the moon has become a close friend of yours. you often visited her in the hours you felt the most loneliest, whispering secrets only the two of you know. sure, being a lady in waiting and a lady of the bedchamber was a big honor. coming from an aristocratic family to having the chance to be standing beside of the queen in the center of the court was definitely a spot you had to fight for. but now that you are here, having the queen’s trust and being a big player at court, there were times when you wish that you weren’t. these second thoughts have always been something you feared of. what if i’m just being ungrateful? what if i’m just exaggerating things? you memorized it all by heart. if anything, it really isn’t your first time doing this. it is more like a regular occurrence. when you are not doing courtly things, working on your duties or working with the queen, you help dress the her up. making sure she looks perfect for the night and watch her head off to the ball with her (very handsome) king and even the other two of her ladies in waiting. all the while you were left behind to wait for her arrival back to her bedchambers. as much as you love your highness, there were moments where you truly felt lost, but only the moon knows that.

a sudden knocking from the entrance of the room interrupts your thoughts as you straighten yourself up to answer it.

opening the door, you see that it is non other than the king himself.

johnny (the first of his name) has always been known to be a king that the nation wholeheartedly adored. he was handsome, he was clever and he was very kind too. he is ambitious in his reign as king and he stays very loyal to his queen. it would be a lie if you said you weren’t attracted to him, but honestly who wasn’t?

the queen. being the lady in waiting that would most often be tending to her in her bedchambers, you would listen to her venerably spill many little secrets during those sleepless nights after a busy day. she would mindlessly babble on how johnny was such a good person, but she didn’t love him in that way. she only married him because it was arranged by her father to help strengthen the two nation’s alliance. but even then, she never really fell for him and nor did he. she often discussed between her servants in secret on having at least one of her ladies in waiting be his mistress mostly for the convenience of it. she wanted the best for him and her ladies. and it made sense too, it would be something between the court so there would be no major scandal and every lady in waiting was already from a very wealthy family so it was a perfect fit.

“your majesty,” your head instantly bows on instinct before opening the door wider to see him in full. it’s hard to not stare, especially in his formal attire that fits his frame so perfectly. “what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be with the queen down at the ball?”

“i wasn’t feeling up to it. besides, the queen has the ball covered, and i wanted to spend more time with you.”

his bluntness has rendered you speechless. the king of all men wanted to spend time with you? sure, you’ve noticed the little glances he’d throw your way during court meetings but you never really thought of it. but without your knowledge, he violently liked the way you held yourself and how you would speak so bravely during those meetings. devout, unflinching and composed to the end in a room full of noblemen.

“may i enter?”

you open the door wider for him to step into the room. you see him go straight to the balcony, his eyes set on the moon.

“the moon looks lovely tonight,” he smiles, his forearms leaning on the railing.

“she sure does,” you mirror his movements, resting your hands near his. as you admire the moon, he can’t help but admire you in the moonlight.

as you both sit in a comfortable silence together, whispers from the servants below subtly reach the queen one lady in waiting at a time. she smiles in victory. her little plan finally worked.

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Kingdom: Legendary War ep.7, no thoughts, just chan screaming Felix’s name like a concerned parent

- oh no I'm not looking forward to the global rankings bro

- I'm like 90% sure stray kids fans are all powerful and are gonna bump them up in the global ranking

- I FUCKING KNEW IT AHHHH

- well at least ateez is second!!

- please let ikon be one rank higher please I'm begging you

- ateez third place... the global viewers are stupid as fuck this is driving me crazy

- I'm happy for sk but I also hate it lmao poor ateez

- ahhhh shindong!! 17 years bro, wow Donghae too!

- Bobby is the only rapper in ikon? Oh God the pressure lol

- seeing rappers be so charismatic on the stage to being shy little beans when they meet each other is the most precious thing in the world

- look at Bobby making friends omg this is adorable

- bobby: wants to meet / them: cancels their schedule before he can finish his sentence

- Bobby the bunny 🐰🐇

- lmao never let Bobby set up the camera omg he totally broke that bitch

- I think the auto tune was a bad choice but I think it will still be dope

- they did so well!! 👏

- they haven't even fucking started yet but the rap unit of mayfly is off the charts they're gonna kill it

- MINKYUK TEASING CHAN IS MY NEW AESTHETIC

- and then minhyuk forgetting his own lyrics lol how is this man so relatable

- HONGJOON TAKING THE TEAM TO THE GRAMMYS WHETHER THEY WANT IT OR NOT LETS GOOOOO I'll get the car

- "We're going to eat now. Jealous?" GET THAT SHITTY LOOK OFF YOUR FACE CHANGBIN 😤 I am jealous bc I'm soooo hungry rn

- can we have a variety show where idols just go around to other agencies tasting their food? Lol

- dude their song is so lit 🔥 there's no way they're not gonna win!

- I WANT THAT SONG GIVE IT TO ME I will sell my first born for this fucking song please kingdom put your feckin shit on Spotify you bastards

- If they don't win.... I'm quitting

- YES I fucking knew they were gonna win it was just way too hype not to ahhhh I'm so proud

- I love how it just spoils the fucking dance unit members 🤣

- bro it's so awkward oh this is gonna be painful but DK is here and he's gorgeous so it's worth it 👌

- also they do not seem the same age at all lol

- I feel like I'm about to watch a period drama 👀 I wonder how it'll turn out. DK fighting!!

- bro I never thought I'd see the day where I was so captivated by a dance performance. I was silent the whole time and you know my loud ass never shuts up. Ahhh I'm worried for mayfly that performance was really feckin good

- as someone from the states where honorifics isn't a thing, I always feel strange when they make a big deal out of calling someone by their name. I understand that politeness is super important in Korea but my American side just doesn't understand. It's cute watching them lose their minds over it tho, unable to drop the formalities haha

- lol poor peniel, forced to be leader and everyone is looking up to him like toddlers asking their papa for milk

- I have high expectations for my boys, and they better bring it if they want to beat that drama performance

- duuude how is team mayfly so perfect 🥰 I am literally in love I want these boys as one group lol

- I just want to take a moment to complain. Idk if it's the site I'm using, my internet, or if the universe hates me but the video plays smoothly until I get to the feckin important part - THE PERFORMANCE and then it buffers every few seconds it's driving me insane and only does it during the performances UGH

- THE WAY BANG CHAN SAID FELIXS NAME AS IF HE WERE HIS DAD WARNING HIM NOT TO DO SOMETHING STUPID I CANT FUCKING BREATHE CALL 911

- THAT WAS AMAZING

- bro team mayfly might just get a triple crown omg 👑👑👑

- "mayflys journey ends here" "Who are you to decide when it ends?" FUCK HER UP PENIEL SHE DONT KNOW SHIT once a team, always a team 👊🏻 brothers (wolves) for life!💯

- (mayfly will live on it our hearts) yes it fucking will 😭💙

- oh fuck you for the cliffhanger kingdom you bastards 😤 you know it leaves me emotionally drained and i have to take a break! Ahhhhh

#stray kids #ateez #btob #ikon #sf9 #the boyz #kingdom #kingdom legendary war #kpop

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too good to be true - ksj

you're just too good to be true. i can't take my eyes off you. you'd be like heaven to touch, i want to hold you so much - cant take my eyes off of you, frankie valli & the four seasons

↳ summary- Kim Seokjin loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth.

↳ rating- explicit

↳ word count- 4.8k

↳ pairing- seokjin x reader

↳ genre- fluffy af, smut, so much fluff it’s actually gross how cute

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, dirty talk, emotional(?) sex, too much love it will rot ur teeth, oral sex (m/f receiving) unprotected sex (bc theyre established!!! be safe friends), established relationship, domestic af, jin is a big ol softy,

↳ a/n- damn this fic came out of nowehere. i started writing and then suddenly i had over 4k words. enjoy domestic, fluffy, in love jazz singer jin!

Kim Seokjin is quite sure he’s never met, and never will meet another being like you.

There’s lust and infatuation. And then, there’s something more that lies on the spectrum of affection and Jin falls right at the farthest end, clear past love and into something beyond. What he feels for you is something he can’t speak with words, it isn’t tangible or physical. It’s a quiet sort of love, but powerful. It fuels his very being, pumping blood through his veins and firing neurons through synapses.

Kim Seokjin is sure he will never love another as much as he loves you.

He can’t pinpoint exactly when he knew he loved you. It happened slowly, over time. All he knows is that when it hit him, it hit him like a brick wall.

He loves the way you leave him silly voicemails when he’s at work, bringing a smile to his face after a long night of singing at the bar.

He loves the way your hair somehow ends up everywhere when you sleep, and all your bobby pins cover every inch of your shared home.

He’s obsessed with the way your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink anytime he tells you he loves you or how beautiful you are, although he does it every single day and has for the last five years. You still act as if it’s the first time you’ve ever heard it.

Maybe Jin loves the way you make him feel. Like it’s still as exciting as your first date, but comfortable as if you’ve been together for decades. He loves that you still stir a fire in his belly like none other, and can comfort him with words you know will heal all wounds.

He remembers the heartbreak, and that the relationship hasn’t always been easy. He remembers the fights, how your loving passion turned into fury. Jin still carries scorch marks in his soul from the day he left you, watching you cry on your porch from the rear-view mirror. “It’s too much,” he had told you. Jin had never been more wrong in his life.

The enormity of it all hits Jin now, as he’s standing at the counter of the jewelry store. The way the diamonds flicker in the light remind him of the way your eyes sparkle at him. He sees you in everything he does, couldn’t help but to find you in his daily life.

Jin texts his best friends, securing their help. He has a plan and wants it to go off without a hitch.

He’s singing tonight at the jazz club, his backing band is aware of the slight changes to the lineup. He needs you to be there, wants to treat you to a special night tailored for you.

Jimin, your best friend, agrees to get you to the club with as little suspicion as possible. Jimin is good at sweet talking you, almost as good as he is at sweet talking Jin. You both have trouble resisting the dancer.

Jin’s eyes are waltzing along the pristine glass counters, stopping occasionally to look at a ring. He takes a while to decide. Most of the rings are almost right. They’re the right style, but the wrong cut. The right cut, but not in the setting he knows you want. He’s stalked your Pinterest feed enough now to know what you want down to a T.

Then he sees it. Set on a burgundy pillow in the furthest cabinet from the salesman. The stone is gorgeous, cushion cut and halo moissanite like you prefer. You don’t like real diamonds, don’t like the idea of blood literally on your hands, and Jin loves you for it.

He points to the ring, and the salesman complies, and Jin has it sized correctly and buys all the extra protections. He has a special heirloom ring box to present to you, vintage style and gorgeous, just like you.

Jin gives the ring and box to Namjoon, his trusted best friend. Namjoon, who is also his trumpet player in the jazz band, will bring it with him tonight and have it ready to go for the moment Jin is most excited for.

He arrives back home to find you stretched out on the floor, practicing yoga. He can’t help but grin as he watches you practice your downward facing dog, upward face, chaturanga and return to standing. You make every sun salutation look effortless, and he loses himself in the way your body moves and folds in your leggings and tank top.

“Oh, hi!” you squeak as you see him through your legs of your downward facing dog.

He winks at you and approaches. “I like this angle.”

You blush. His favorite color is the one your cheeks bloom to when he hits on you.

“Naughty,” you tsk.

“Can you blame me? I walk in to find my girlfriend ass-up in my living room. I can’t help it.” He stands behind you, presses his hips to your backside, letting you feel his growing member.

“I missed you this morning,” you sigh as you slowly rise, pressing your back against his front.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he kisses at your neck. “I had some work errands. Can I make it up to you?”

You giggle and grind against his hardening length. “Depends on what you have in mind.”

Instead of replying, he turns you around to face him and cups your cheeks. His lips press against yours gently, and Jin feels as if the heavens open up just for him. He’ll never get over how kissing you makes him feel whole, alive. Like it’s his first day of his life all over again.

He guides you towards the bedroom and sets you on the messy, unmade bed. Your eyes darken with lust and you look at him as if he holds the entire world in his hands. Jin feels more powerful with you than he ever has in his life.

“I love you,” he whispers as he descends to plant his lips on yours again. “I love you so much.”

You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, licking and kissing and sucking at the supple flesh. There’s nothing you love more than Jin adoring you, worshipping your body. To him, you are his idol, his goddess, and he is but a lowly servant and parishioner. He desires nothing more than to please you, to serve you.

The tank top comes off first, and you’re wearing a black sports bra that pushes your cleavage up deliciously. Jin loves your breasts, they way they fit in his hands and in his mouth. He often finds his hands resting on your breasts at night, comforted by the smooth skin and hardening nipples.

Your breasts are sensitive, always have been, and Jin loves the way you react as he licks at your cleavage. You’re still encased in a sports bra, but you react as if you’re stark naked. You shudder and sigh, skin of your arms prickling in goose-flesh at the sensation. It makes Jin feel heady and capable.

The bra goes next, Jin is eager to wrap his lips around the nubs of your breasts. He lies you down and caresses every inch of your torso, using his fingers to etch his adoration into your skin. As the pads of his fingers tickle at your stomach and sides, his mouth finally, blessedly, attaches to a hardened bud and you're arching off the bed in pleasure. His cock stiffens at the way you respond to him, to his touch and to his love.

He laves at your nipple with a long stripe of his tongue, then moves to suckles it gently. He loves the feeling of it in his mouth, and he tugs it light with his teeth, which makes you squeak in delight and in pain. He knows you love the sensation; you have a set of nipple clamps you use on kinkier nights together. Jin loves watching the color of your nipples turn a soft shade of pink to beautiful rose red, enlarged by his suckling mouth and pinches.

“Jin,” you breathe. It’s music to his ears, a symphony even Beethoven couldn’t compose. He slides his tongue around the nipple, before kissing his way towards your untouched one. It pickers instantly in his mouth and he moans around it. It’s as if your body is wired to his, to respond to his touch and only his.

You were made for him, molded to fit him perfectly in every way.

Jin ensures he thoroughly loves your breasts, pinching and tugging and biting the buds, knowing beautiful maroon colored bruises will ring around your nipples later. It’s a goal of his to mark you every single time. He loves waking up to see the evidence of your lovemaking carved into your skin. Evidence of him. You are his.

“Please, Jin,” you’re needy now, hips rolling against his for relief.

Jin finds it hard to resist you. He normally loves to drag it out, make you beg for him, but he feels no need for it today. He wants you as desperately as you want him.

He tugs down the tight leggings, and groans at the sight of your bare pussy, no panties in sight. In the back of his mind, he knows you never workout in underwear, but seeing it now makes his cock weep. He can tell you’re wet, the evidence slicking up and down your mound and on your thighs. You always get so wet for him, so responsive to his breast worship that you become a waterfall by the time he attends to you.

“Baby,” he breathes. “Look at you. So wet for me.”

You blush again, turning as red as your sucked-upon nipples. Jin wants to take a photo of you now. He’s never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Your eyes are full of devotion, breasts covered in his lovebites, cunt drenched with desire for him. He’s never felt more lucky to be with you.

“All for you, Jin,” you sigh, pinching at an abused nipple and gasping at the sensation. “Want you so bad.”

“I know you do, my love. I want to give it all to you.”

He pulls you to the end of the bed, pussy right at the edge as he kneels to pray to his goddess.

He kisses at your thighs before he tugs them onto his shoulders, granting you rest as he moves to pleasure you.

“Fuck, Jin!” you cry as you feel his breath at your entrance. It makes Jin smile, before he leans in and licks your slit from top to bottom, and back again.

He’s tasted nothing sweeter. In fact, he’s never tasted anything that tastes as good as your delicious cunt. You’re flooded with love, and desire for him and the taste is intoxicating. He laps at you like you’re his fountain of youth, and drinks you until his never-ending thirst is sated.

Your moans are loud, unabashedly so. He adores the way you cry and beg and gasp. He knows if he suckles right at your clit, right there, you’ll tremble and stop breathing, just for a moment, before you’re whining his name in joy.

He does so and is rewarded with the melody of your satisfaction. He trails two fingers up to your entrance and swirls them around the wetness as he focuses his attention on your clit. You’re panting, begging, thanking him for every single touch. He can’t hold back any longer, needs to feel inside you. The fingers slide in easily, slicked up by your wetness.

“Oh, fuck!” You shout, head thumping in the bed hard as your eyes squeeze tight.

He loves your dirty mouth, the way you can beg for his cock like a practiced whore. He loves the duality, his innocent and perfect angel and his cock-sucking slut.

Jin closes his eyes and loses himself in your pussy, sucking and licking as his fingers fuck into your channel, walls massaging them sweetly. He can’t wait to slip his cock inside you, knowing it’s the headiest high he’ll ever know in his lifetime. But he loves making your first orgasm happen on his tongue, loves feeling your cunt pulse around his fingers.

He curls his digits upwards to find your g-spot, and he knows he’s successful when he hears your loud gasp. Your channel tightens, and he bites his lip. He feels his cock straining against his jeans and he wants nothing more than to sink into you, but refrains.

“Cum for me, my love,” he urges. “Let me feel you cum on my tongue. You taste so sweet when you cum for me.”

You keen at his words, back arching impossibly off the bed. Both your hands attend to your nipples now, needing the stimulation. Jin suddenly wishes he has more hands, enough to fuck your sweet little pussy with and pinch at those tight buds. He decides he must settle for enjoying the view of you doing it yourself.

“So c-close, Jin!” you’re begging now, to anything or anyone who will listen. Your body is tightening, muscles contracting as the string holding your orgasm back coils tight, tight, tighter.

Until it snaps, and you’re cumming hard around his fingers. Jin moans in time with your sated cries of ecstasy, and laps at the juices coating his fingers and escaping your core. He wishes he could bottle your essence, wear it around his neck like a cross to kiss and to pray to. Your taste is one he wants on his tongue for eternity.

Jin pulls his fingers from within you and sucks at his own fingers, groaning at the lingering wetness on them.

“God, Jin,” you pant, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. “Get up here and let me suck your cock, please.”

His innocent little angel, asking so sweetly to please him. It’s a request he finds himself powerless to deny. He scoots himself onto the bed and lies his head on the soft pillows you insisted he buy. He’s grateful you talked him into them, as they cushion his head perfectly for such activities as this.

“Your wish is my command,” he smiles. His cock is straining hard against his jeans, and you lick your lips. Your breath still leaves in harsh pants; the after effects of your orgasm still coursing through your veins.

“I love your body,” you whisper as you pull him up to take his shirt off. Your hands roam his chest, touching every ridge and line of his defined muscles. “I love everything about you.”

Jin stares in your eyes as your own bask in his chest. His heart tugs hard in his chest, and he takes a deep breath. Loving you was so easy, so natural, as if it was imprinted in his DNA next to his blood type and hair color.

The jeans go next, and Jin is lifting his hips to help you ease the tight boxers down his legs too. You match now in nakedness and Jin knows this is the state he wishes to be with you most. To feel your skin on his, the heat of your body warming him down to his bones.

He closes his eyes as you kiss his body, planting deep devotion to every inch of him. He loves you, god he’s insane for you, and the way you feel against his body makes him want to cum. He’s sure that you could bring him to completion by just worshipping his body, cock untouched.

Your kisses turn to kitten licks as you trail to his hips and pelvis, then finally descending to lick at the base of his cock and his ballsack. Jin groans out loud, and gasps out your name. Your talented tongue wraps around his balls and you suck at the tender flesh there, before licking up to the crown of his length.

Jin feels as if he’s sinking into an ocean of bliss as your head descends and your mouth envelops him fully. You take his long length completely, allowing the tip of his cock to kiss the back of your throat. Jin’s eyes nearly roll back into his skull at the sensation. You know exactly what he likes. You swallow, and the tightness of your larynx has him gasping for air.

He opens his eyes to watch you as you bob your head up and down, slicking his member up with your saliva. Your eyes meet his and he feels himself nearly cum at the look in your eyes. Your pupils blow wide with lust. You look at Jin as if he’s put the stars in the sky, as if sucking his dick so perfectly is the only thing you were put on this earth to do.

Jin wants to weep, to cum so deep and hard down your throat for eternity, to have you drink his seed constantly.

“Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans. “You look so fucking good sucking my cock.”

You smile around him, and your cheeks tickle pink again. God, he’ll never get over it.

You speed up your actions, adding a fist around his length to take what you cannot reach into your mouth and the added sensation of your warm hand sends him careening over the edge.

“Baby, shit! Oh, my god, I’m cumming, gonna cum down your throat,” he hisses, hands clenching at the untidy sheets below him. You don’t stop, continuing your fast pace as his cock head swells intensely, and he’s twitching spurts of his seed down your throat. You swallow dutifully, as if it’s your mission, and pull off him with a satisfying ‘pop’ when you’re sure he’s finished.

“Mmm, I love your cock,” you sigh as you nuzzle it with your nose. It’s softened slightly, but Jin knows it’s only a matter of minutes before he’s granite hard and ready to go again. He can’t look at you naked for longer than a few minutes without his cock stirring back to life.

He tugs you up to straddle his body, settled on his hips.

“My cock loves your mouth,” he smirks. You reply with a blush and a kiss to his lips. He tastes himself on your tongue. He thinks that’s the only way you should taste. Like him.

Your hips grind down on him and his cock responds heartily, as if it didn’t just get the life sucked out of it by your skilled mouth.

“I’m going to ride you, baby,” you promise. “Gonna fuck you until you forget who you are.”

Jin believes you, knows the power you hold between your thighs. Being inside of you makes his head foggy, his only thoughts are you and that tight cunt molded just for him.

“Please,” he groans. His cock is at full attention now and you lean down for one last kiss and lift to line his cock at your entrance. You take him slowly, his thickness a stretch to your walls.

Jin sees stars. The heat of your pussy wraps around his cock and feels as if it wraps around his whole body. Your hands seek purchase on his abs, stabilizing yourself as you seat yourself fully with him inside you to the hilt. Jin feels like a king, a god. Your walls are tight, gripping him wholly.

“Fuck, this cunt was fucking made for me,” he hisses as you slowly ride him, making him gasp for air. “You were made to be mine, all fucking mine.”

“You feel so thick inside me, babe,” you sigh as one hand presses against your stomach. You can feel his impressive length distend your stomach when he’s fully sheathed, filling you to the womb.

Jin loves watching you ride him, loves the way your pussy grips his cock. Your eyes shut in pure bliss, mouth open to moan your pleasured sighs to your boyfriend below you.

Jin moves his hand to grip your hips, and starts meeting your thrusts, pushing his cock inside you further and harder. The change up makes you squeak, and the pace quickens. The sound of flesh slapping, wetness squelching, fills the room. Your tits bounce in his face and he’s mesmerized, pushing his head up to suck on your pretty nipples.

“Yes, Jin! Fuck! Right there! God, you fuck me so good!” You cry, head tilting back in ecstasy.

“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, turning feral with each thrust. “This pussy belongs to me. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

You’re babbling a response, the ability to speak coherently is being fucked right out of you. Jin doesn’t mind, loves seeing you get fucked until you’re unable to talk.

“I love this tight little pussy, you take me so well,” he emphasizes his words with a deep thrust to your cervix and you scream in response. “My little love, fuck, I love being inside this cunt.”

He can’t hold himself back, the sensation of your pussy gripping him makes him lose any filter.

“Gonna cum soon, babe, gonna fill you. You want my cum, baby?”

“Y-yes! Please!” You wail, your orgasm approaching quickly. “Need your cum, please, please, please!”

“It’s all fucking yours, babe,” he grits his teeth as he feels his balls tighten impossibly. His thumb moves to your clit, circling the engorged nub the way you like most. Your mouth gaping open in a silent scream tells him you’re close, so close.

“Cum on my cock, my sweet. Cum for me, let me feel this sweet little pussy milk my cock.”

You’re gasping for air, crying desperately as his thumb moves quickly and his cock impales you deep into your womb. The band holding you together snaps and you’re suddenly convulsing, holding onto his obliques to steady yourself as your core tightens around him like a vice. His name is the only word you can speak as you orgasm, and your legs tremble against him.

The feeling of your impossibly tight channel squeezing him even harder sends him flying into pools of euphoria, and his cock jerks hard inside you to spill his seed into you. He grips your hips tight, sure to leave bruises, as he cums. He’s gasping for you, whining his devotion and love as he comes down from his high.

You remain atop him, softening cock still slotted in sticky wet, warm channel, and you lean down to kiss him. It’s tired and sweet, but expresses more emotion than words can. He loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold.

He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth.

“I love you more than anything else on the planet,” he murmurs as he caresses your cheek.

Your eyes shine, unshed tears of happiness lingering. “And yet, I love you a hundred times more.”

Kin Seokjin’s palms are sweaty as he stands off to the side of the stage of the club. The band is warming up, tuning their instruments with each other. Hoseok ensures his drum set is stable, while Yoongi plays a C chord on the grand piano, Namjoon and Taehyung, trumpet and saxophone respectively, match the pitch to tune. He inhales deep, filling his belly with air before exhaling.

Jimin texts him an affirmative ‘the eagle has landed’ which makes his nerves spark. You’re here, amongst the crowd. You’ve heard him sing a million times, in a crowded bar and in the shower, but tonight is different.

Jin checks his watch, notes that it’s time to get on stage, and nods to Yoongi, who silences the band for a beat before they begin their first song and Jin enters from stage left.

He spots you in the crowd, and he’s momentarily breathless. You’re wearing a red velvet dress that clings to every curve, cups your breasts in a sweeping sweetheart neckline, with cherry red lipstick to match. Pearls dangle from your ears, the earrings he bought you for your 4th anniversary. Jimin did well at getting you ready.

He steadies himself and slips into his onstage persona. Ever the showman, he’s charming and confident and starts the evening off with a quick-paced love song. Jin has tailored every song tonight to be about you. To the rest of the guests, he’s singing a mix of oldies and newer hits, but to you, he’s proclaiming his love in musical form.

His eyes meet yours throughout the whole performance, and he winks at you, which makes you blush. His heart thumps steadily in his chest as he sings song after song, getting antsy as the finale approaches.

After the penultimate song, Jin takes a moment to breathe and sip some water. He’s back at the mic in an instant.

“This is our final song tonight, ladies and gentleman. I thank you for being here with us tonight, you’ve been a lovely crowd.” He’s met with generous applause, the guests enjoying the show.

“This number is special, and it’s dedicated to a very special little lady in the room tonight.”

He gazes at you, and your eyes widen impossibly. Jimin nudges you and your cheeks turn a bright shade of red. You’re not shy in front of crowds, thank god, but he catches you off guard. You thought tonight was just a fun night out with Jimin to watch your boyfriends’ perform.

“She’s the gorgeous doll, sitting there in that impeccable red dress,” he smiles. “Could you come up here, love?” He motions you to a plush chair on the stage. You bite your lip for a moment before you’re slipping out of your chair and down the aisle to the stage. A stage hand helps you up and you’re suddenly seated in plush leather.

“This woman,” Jin sighs into the microphone, “is the love of my life. And this song is for her.”

Namjoon begins the song, trumpet playing the opening notes of ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’ before Hoseok joins in with the drumbeat.

You gasp and put a hand to your mouth to hide your surprise. It’s your favorite song. You told Jin it was your favorite on your first date, remarking how it sounded like what you thought true love must sound like. Tears flood your eyes but you will them away, unwilling to cry your hard-fought makeup off. You can’t believe he’s remembered, after all these years.

Jin’s crooning begins, and his voice sounds like an angel’s. The man sings with passion on any night, a dedicated performer, but tonight he sings like he means it, like nothing is more important to him than serenading you with your song.

He alternates singing towards the crowd, and towards you. He caresses your head as he croons to the crowd of his undying love for you, and his heart is beating overtime. He’s suddenly worried this is too much, perhaps too public. He hopes the song ends how he wants it to.

The crowd is eating the show up, eyes glistening at the romance palpable from the stage. Jin turns to Namjoon, who’s given him the ring box slyly, before Jin is finishing the song with as much heart as he can put into it.

“Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay, and let me love you, baby. Let me love you.”

At the end of the song, Yoongi maintains a soft beat of the chorus on the piano as Jin kneels in front of you on one knee. His eyes well up, and he’s crying without knowing or caring.

“____, I’m in love with you. I want to spend my life with you,” he whispers, the mic now far away. He pulls the vintage ring box out from his pocket and opens it, the sparkling ring gleaming in the stage's light. The crowd cheers and claps and you can’t help but burst into tears.

Jin is still for a moment, hoping the tears are of joy, before you’re throwing your arms around his neck and holding him.

“Yes! Yes, you amazing man, yes!” You cry into his ear. He wraps his own arms around you and holds you tight, grinning from ear to ear as tears flow down both of your faces.

You’re just too good to be true.

Jin can’t, and won’t ever, take his eyes off of you.

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more hbo spn rambles, thoughts, drabbles etc. long long post.

part 1 here

there’s some things i’ve omitted here bc others have already posted about those things, certain headcanons and characterizations and stuff. those posts are in my likes somewhere (and i’ll reblog them someday), and there’s some posts i’ve read but not liked, which i now can only vaguely remember, which is why some ideas/thoughts are similar

ALSO most of these follow the model i talked about in part one: how s1-5 will stay more or less how they are but s6-10 is changed (some things are cut out entirely, some things are tweaked and some characters + arcs are more fleshed out. more focus on sam’s trauma and post-cage adaptation to the real world as well as dean letting his rage and control issues consume him and how he’d recover and redeem himself)

as i typed these paragraphs, i realized i really have 10 seasons mapped out and ready to go. hbo hire me!!

alright go:

sam and dean get wearier as the show progresses (second half), and eventually they stop putting so much care and thought in the people they save. like...hm how do i say this, like as long as a victim/victims are saved, they don’t care about how that happens or how those people suffer potential consequences, like if the victims lose a limb or have their homes burned down because of the monster, then sam and dean don’t really care. they saved your life, now they’ll leave you with your life in potential shambles and not care because all that matters is that they saved your life, not how it is afterwards. they still care about saving that one person, but eventually it pales a little in comparison to a war between heaven and hell, being the vessels etc. ---> saving people becomes less about making sure they’re actually alright and healing from horrific events and more about just making sure they have a pulse before they move on

when angels lose their wings they are either burned off in the actual fall or ripped off of them in their vessels, which leaves pretty nasty scars on the vessel

ed and harry are so young and bright eyed about the whole hunting thing; sam and dean as kids, idolizing it, finding it exciting and intriguing when they shouldn’t. sam and dean try to get them out of the business before they too are too traumatized and desensitized to do anything but hunt. neither sam or dean will say it but they are jealous of ed and harry and their freedom to leave, and hate them for choosing this voluntarily instead of being dragged into it by tragedy

hbo spn is a slow burn. there’s a lot more shots of sam and dean in silence just sitting together after a hunt, exhausted and too tired to move yet. they’re covered in blood and guts on the side of the road after killing or covered with dirt in a graveyard after burning bones, sitting next to the fire, just watching it. the times they park the car and watch the stars? we get to see it.

dean wears rings and the amulet all the time in the beginning, for the first five seasons. the rings vary; first they’re some of john’s old ones and stuff he finds in thrift stores. then later on he begins wearing rings from people they’ve saved/haven’t saved as a keepsakes etc. when he begins his descent to the holy murderer in s6-10 he wears less and less rings. they don’t matter anymore -> symbolically shedding who he was and what mattered to him

the only accessories sam has is a rosary/cross around his neck. he has jess’ engagement ring in his pocket/wallet. after the cage he vaguely remembers why the ring was there and who jessica was (more on this further down)

the four horsemen are manifestations of different aspects of human nature at its most grotesque and strongest, can’t be killed as long as humans live. war is conflict, famine is desire, pestilence is physical and mental illnesses.

(the seven sins are like the horsemen, tulpas of human nature instead of demons)

death isn’t a concentration of an existing aspect of humans as much as it is the end of life, the antithesis of life. death the oldest of the horsemen and has existed since the beginning of any life, organism, cell and atom. the opposite of life and light, the other half of god (as i’m typing this i’m confused as to why amara was the opposite of god instead of death). death isn’t evil or good, remains 100% objective. doesn’t care for sam or dean at all, but has a begrudging respect for their stubbornness and entertainment they provide due to their flat out refusal to do as they’re told by celestial bodies when anyone else would crumble

by including death i feel like it very naturally begs questions of who decides when someone dies, when someone lives, why would death follow these guides instead of reaping whomever whenever, what happens if a life isn’t reaped at the right time etc. the reader in me adore the idea of death having a library with books and records of everyone who has ever lived and died and how they died - but then, who writes these books and why? do they decide, and if in that case, how? these questions are above my paygrade but you know what i mean? like there has to be some sort of system right, god created everything, death executes to maintain order, some third party deity writes the laws and the books. the three branches of government. ok but it’s hbo so again, i think we shouldn’t dive this deep into things, like as much as these topics intrigue me i don’t want to stray too much from the dirt road trip aesthetic

shapeshifters are extremely rare because they don’t require any kind of human blood or organs/sacrifice to live

i want more exploration of how magic is like science, like it just needs the right ingredients and right conditions. sam thinks of magic as an obscure branch of science; it just requires research and knowledge and clear intentions because science can be controlled and do a lot of good when used responsibly. dean doesn’t like it. he doesn’t trust the unpredictable elements and he’s seen enough to know it never goes well. magic is a force that can’t be controlled by anyone.

sam and dean have full on fist fights regularly. to practice and keeping each other sharp, but also because they’re siblings. they’re feral, insane and unhinged with each other and they get on each other’s nerves A LOT. it’s petty and childish and sometimes it can get a lil ugly but it becomes their way of family therapy. after a fight the next scene cuts to sam and dean with ruffled clothes, nosebleeds and swollen lips at a diner eating silently after beating each other up. either they sit in silence because they’re tired or both are harping on the other’s openings and weaknesses

sometimes they’ll fight a little dirty but they do so in different ways; dean will pull the old ‘look!’ and point to something and then tackle sam when he turns to look while sam will just cry out in fake pain which makes dean stop dead in his tracks before sam headbutts him or kicks him in the groin

we, the audience get used to these fights, they’re sometimes funny and for comic relief, sometimes for narrative purposes (like tricking a monster they’re fighting each other when they’re really not) BUT. then comes the times when sam and dean are actually fighting without holding back and we see how much they are capable of hurting each other or how heartbreaking and difficult it can be to watch when of them are incapable of fighting back/doesn’t defend himself -> swan song when dean doesn’t fight back against possessed sam, or when dean beats soulless sam unconscious

sam and dean also just verbally bully each other constantly but they do have their odd ways of expressing affection and care. they get the other person their fave snack whenever they go grocery shopping without being asked to and are the only other one they truly trust to have their back in hunts. have a cup of coffee ready before the other asks for one. brothers and each other’s best friend. nightmare duo but in a sweet way. the cooperation of ‘the usual suspects’ when they’re in different interrogation rooms but still has the cover story down to a t. code words and code names and cover stories, they know it all

when sam and dean fight together against a common enemy they’re a damn nightmare - because they know each others weaknesses and habits, they cover each other perfectly and in complete silence. they’ve been at it together since they were kids and read each other’s nonverbal cues like a picture book

to build off of what i said in part 1; the winchesters are pretty hated in the hunter’s community. even the people sam and dean frequently work with (bobby, ellen, jo, ash, rufus, bela, kevin, charlie, castiel etc) roasts them all the time and don’t hesitate with calling them out on their self-pitying crap when it get’s too much (spn was just objectively better when characters weren’t afraid of dragging sam and dean through the mud for being selfish and stupid) and this WILL persist in hbo spn. the only reason people continue working with sam and dean is because they know deep down a lot of the things that happens aren’t sam and dean’s fault - but they still blame them for it. doesn’t make it easier how sam or dean sometimes start crap on purpose to save the other

the winchesters are terrifying and people for sure tell stories about them, but not like ‘they’re heroes’, more like ‘they’re insane and dangerous. stay the fuck away from them’. some stories are true, like how they’ve worked with demons, but some are just game of telephone. (dean has apparently a ghost he is frequently possessed by while sam is actually a mutant vampire). hunters hate and are scared of the winchesters. sam and dean are never invited to hunter stuff (burials, memorials etc) but crash them nonetheless even though the hunters do NOT want them there.

you know what drives me insane when i think about it? how some characters in spn already are their hbo spn counterparts; john. mary. adam. maybe kevin?

other things that already are their hbo spn counterparts: dean throwing away the amulet right in front of sam. eyes burning when angels are seen. how ghosts are just tragedies, stuck in a loop they can’t leave. how a lot of the monsters they meet are just victims or their circumstances or the first victim of a curse. the impala being sam and dean’s home. dean not knowing how to comfort sam when he’s upset other than trying to do things for sam that usually brings dean comfort (driving the impala, listening to rock music etc). the roadhouse. heaven being an eternal version of the memories that made you the happiest even though it’s not real. sam wanting independence and freedom but never fully having it. dean fearing being alone more than anything else and that’s where he always ends up. sam has an eating disorder after the demon blood and dean has an alcohol problem he refuses to see as a problem. dean saying “i’d do it again” without an ounce of regret and pouring himself a drink when sam tells him it was fucked up to lie to him about gadreel

the demon/angel hybrid: THIS could be sooo interesting to explore. an angel and demon hybrid are you kidding me?? not to toot my own horn too much but i’m so clever. i should write this story myself. SO. does this creature have parents who fucked in their vessels or was this an experiment by god (yes i love the ‘mad scientist’ idea, that really should’ve been played up way more) or did a pre-existing creature (human or otherwise) drink demon blood and angel grace at the same time so that it created itself? so much potential for some really intriguing storytelling and character exploration - not only the creature itself and what they would be like, but also for the people around; sam, dean, castiel, jack etc. how would they react to this thing that is the very definition of defying heaven and hell and all the natural laws? does it exist before the show starts or will we see its birth?

the powers of the demon/angel hybrid would be tricky; a mix of holy and defiant, grotesque and beautiful. unconsciously forces people to tell the truth when talking to them. poisons whatever they touch. eyes of a demon, wings of an angel. can smite but skin will burn when touching iron. can do deals but will require a sacrifice in return, not a soul, usually a body part taken then and there (the hybrid eats it. it favours eyeballs and the liver - angels like raw meat). lights always flicker. makes things explode when angry (esp people and cars). can manipulate feelings, thoughts and memories. can travel to both heaven and hell, not welcome in either places. + standard stuff like telekinesis, teleportation, mind reading, super strength etc.

sam and dean’s wardrobe are pretty much the same; whatever’s cheap and not covered in blood. however, they do have stylistic differences. sam thinks graphic tees are funny, dean uses whatever’s black combined with john’s leather jacket. their wardrobe melds as they stop thinking of themselves as individuals and more of “me and my brother,”. their clothes are tattered and torn to shreds all the time. hand me downs, hand me ups. when they stray off their “path” and do things that are the crux of a storyline/character arc, this would reflect in their clothes. when sam is with ruby and becomes more and more “evil” he wears more and more red, a colour he has stated in the past he doesn’t really like. when dean is dead, sam starts to wear his rings and john’s and dean’s leather jacket. when dean decides he’s going to say yes to michael he dresses in white, when sam is dead dean takes off every piece of jewelry except the amulet. he holds it clenched in his fists when he’s whispering what comes close to a prayer

logically the amulet should have a backstory but you know what? i love that it’s hinted to be just a piece of cheap jewelry sam found in a thrift store he decided to give to dean. but narratively it should be explained so... idk. what could be logical solution as to why it would react to GOD himself? maybe god wore it once cuz he thought it was neat but he sold it for three dollars because he wanted coffee and then sam found it a week later

i would prefer it if god didn’t show up at all (absent father number one) but if he DID he’s not all powerful just a true neutral (like death, 100% objective) who created a thing that just took a life of its own, much like a parent and a child - the parent helps the child but can’t control it. the times he did intervene or tried to do something it didn’t really have any real long lasting effect so he gave up on trying a while ago.

@spneveryseason talked about this, how the storyline of sam being possessed by gadreel would be horrifying if we saw everything from sam’s perspective instead of dean’s (her fic is wonderful). in the ‘dean slowly descends into a righteous murderer to become holy’ idea i have this tracks so damn well because again, if dean believes something is right, it is right, no questions about it. everyone around him is like “that’s really fucked up and you should make amends” but dean doesn’t see any reasons for why - sam is alive isn’t he? and seeing it from sam’s pov would really underline how horrifying, dehumanizing and belittling that experience was

john and mary are adam and eve. sam and dean are cain and abel are michael and lucifer. time is a flat circle. history never stops repeating itself.

sam is the villain of s4. he is manipulated and key information is withheld from him but in the end... would it made a difference? it crossed his mind, that he could be tricked because ruby is a demon after all, but maybe he likes the power, the feeling of freedom, that he wasn’t just the baby, the one who always needs permission to do things. if he has to drain possessed people to get that power... so be it. and it’s for a good purpose, until it isn’t. he’s hungry for more, to be feared and respected. he’s enticed by lucifer’s sweet words, the potential of all that power and the idea of ruling two out of three realms. dean manages to pull him back from the brink because sam decides he doesn’t want to be what john thought he was and fail dean and himself like that.

dean is the villain in s9. he is controlling, the mark of cain without the mark. what he says goes - it’s not a democracy, it’s a dictatorship. he doesn’t see how much pain, doubt and fear he causes the people around him. if some victims or civilians die on his watch that doesn’t matter - just some collateral damage. sam can’t make dean listen to him because dean is the older one, the one who’s always called the shots. dean is the angelic one, heaven’s chosen warrior, he is untouchable and unkillable. he’s is an excellent killer, filling the void with blood and rage which is better than the crippling fear of loneliness carved into his bones. 'i butcher for love, to protect,’ he tells himself. ‘why shouldn’t i exterminate, regardless of the cost? i’ve followed the rules, i’ve always sacrificed. now i call the shots. it’s my right.’

sam’s hell trauma is never magically removed. he’s stuck with the memories and the nightmares and the occasional hallucinations. castiel can’t do anything but offers to wipe his memory completely, but sam says no, he is still doing penance.

after dean comes back from hell he starts calling himself old man and jokes a lot about he’s 40 years older now (after he’s more comfortable about speaking about hell)

when sam comes back he feels ancient (he’s over 900 years old at least but he lost count), weary, tired and so so so out of place in this world. he’s forgotten how to put gas in a car, how to drive, how to use a credit card, all the song lyrics he and dean used to yell together, the faces of people he knew before he fell, the softness of a bed, the schools he went to, most of the hunts he and dean, how john died, who mary is, the initials carved into the impala, the taste of food that isn’t raw meat. it’s so much he’s forgotten that he has to relearn. he prefers figuring things out with castiel instead of dean because castiel doesn’t silently resent him for everything he’s forgotten

sam doesn’t laugh anymore. despite dean’s many and castiel’s few awkward attempts, it’s more like quick smile and a quiet “hmm”. on some days he recoils when he sees blood and guts, on other days he’s so apathetic it’s unnerving

sam sympathizes with the brought back mary and castiel more than ever. dean tries to get sam to remember things he’s forgotten from his childhood but sam can’t connect with it anymore. he stopped being that sam a long time ago. dean doesn’t know what else to do than try to force this connection to be revitalized and he fails. sam isn’t that person anymore and this wedge in their relationship becomes a central factor in dean’s s6-10 desperation and isolation. sam is here and safe but it’s not really sam, not the sam dean grew up with

while sam has forgotten how to make coffee, he now knows everything about angels, effective torture tricks, a bunch of lore + biblical history, how to navigate hell, the most powerful and influential demons, rare and powerful spells as well as perfect enochian (he will speak enochian without realizing and it feels more natural than english). lucifer and michael were surprisingly talkative (raging about the unfairness) when taking their anger and hatred out on sam and adam and each other. sam had access to all of lucifer’s memories and knowledge for the time he was the one in control. walking library and encyclopedia of biblical lore.

he still has some muscle memory from hunting and sparring, but sam is ghostly thin and very rusty. even though he’s an expert on lore, he’s not fit to go on hunts anymore and he knows it.

sam remembers adam and swears he’ll try to get him out, but he can’t. just thinking about the cage makes him vomit. he can’t talk about it, much less go near it. after a while sam thinks it might be better to let adam stay down there than let him come back up and feel this crushing emptiness and loss of direction

sam’s trials take place in s9 instead of 8; coinciding with dean’s villain arc. for sam the trials are a chance to redeem himself again, this time for good by closing hellgates forever. they’re scrubbing him clean of the demon blood and his sins and they give him a sense of purpose again now that he can’t join hunts anymore. it doesn’t matter if he dies because of it. it would be nice with a permanent and peaceful death that did something good. dean is taken aback by sam’s devotion to repent for something that happened years ago and for something sam has already paid for a thousand times over. dean realizes how messed up he himself has become and how he’s helped put sam here, on the cusp of self sacrifice again because of sickening guilt and self hatred. dean begs sam to not complete the trials at the cost of his own life and swears he’ll better himself, be a friend and a brother, not a jailer, dictator or a murderer. ‘if you won’t give yourself or life another chance, please give me one.’ ---> s10 pacifist dean learning to let go of the control, the violent tendencies and the rage

oh wait what if gadreel still possessed sam after the trials to heal him but sam is the one who invites the angel in? he’ll keep his promise to dean about staying alive, as well as heal from the inside and have breaks from the world when he doesn’t want to be present, like he and gadreel will alternate being the one in control. he keeps it a secret from dean and helps gadreel imitate him so dean won’t notice. it’s not so bad, being possessed by this angel - sam can say no anytime and gadreel is a nice guy. since they alternate on who’s present they can access each other’s memories, which is terrifying and embarrassing at first, but since gadreel and sam have been tricked and used by lucifer and been punished for it for far too long, they understand each other. now another creature knows their trauma and terrors without the need for verbal explanation. also having an angel residing in his body makes sam feel like he can hunt properly again because gadreel can heal him and take over in situations sam’s overpowered. this could show how messed up sam has come to view himself and his body.

dean is conflicted when he finds out; sam lied but gadreel does help sam heal, sam’s traumatized and his self-worth is fucked up and dean has contributed to that. dean convinces sam to push gadreel out, that sam is still valuable, loved and a good person who shouldn’t be in a place where he views his body and mind like a property to be occupied. sam’s faith begins to come back bit by bit, not in god, but in himself, his brother, in the good things in life. they build their little family; sam, dean, castiel, the hybrids, whomever of their allies that are alive at this point.

castiel can heal sam and dean’s wounds but they are never completely gone; they leave scars and phantom pains. the brothers have SO many scars over the years. dean flaunts them to impress people because he likes the questions and the fearful admiration, the attention and the nods of approval. sam hides them.

when dean is in a bad mood or needs to get his mind off of things, sam just drops something like ‘i don’t get the deal with led zeppelin. one of the most overrated bands of all time’ and dean will go OFF every single time about the entire led zeppelin history, their discography and how they’ve shaped rock music. this will go on for hours and sam will zone out after 1 minute. but dean rants nonsensically the entire drive and it does get him to think about something else for a little bit. they stop at a motel and dean is STILL ranting while brushing his teeth. stops when going to sleep but without fail picks up where he left off the morning after and is so into it he doesn’t notice sam not paying attention at all. we could see this once in s1 when they’re searching for john, another in s3 when dean is anxious about his deal coming to an end and then again in a later season, when sam doesn’t remember to ask/doesn’t have the patience or mental capability, so they’ll sit there in tense silence, showing how much they’ve changed.

---> i can see this SO clearly in my head, how they’ll get in the car and we, the audience, will recognize the camera angle, the same lines and dean’s grumpy mood, and we’ll anticipate what comes next. but sam isn’t that kid anymore and he’s not peeking at dean to gauge what his mood is and how much of a shit eating grin he should wear when being an annoying little brother to cheer dean up. now he’s looking out the window, leaned back, they’re not looking at each other. this shot is a minute or two long, uninterrupted. dean turns on music but neither are singing along or doing anything to lighten the mood.

s1-5: sam gets hooked on demon blood, dean has an alcohol problem. when sam goes through withdrawals, dean decides to quit drinking and joins him because he wants to be supportive, and he realizes that when he drinks two beers for breakfast there’s a problem

s6-10: sam takes painkillers, anti depressants and anti psyhosis meds to numb himself from the phantom pains and reduce post-cage effects. dean started drinking again after sam jumped and still does, but started smoking in addition because he still drives a lot and doesn’t want to die in something as pathetic as a car crash.

there a scene in an episode in the first half of s8, when sam has decided to stay with dean instead of amelia, and dean has rejected benny in favor of sam, and then the brothers sit in a couch watching tv while drinking beer and neither of them look particularly happy about it - that’s how their relationship is a lot of the time. they know they’re fucked up and neither of them will ever be truly happy when the other’s around, but they owe each other so much and they don’t have to explain themselves to each other the way they do to others. they know each other so well, each other’s traumas and the things they’ve done, it feels fake and exhausting to try to be something other than the veteran hunters they are. misery loves company; they are miserable together but would be far more miserable apart and living a normal life. they do love each other, but neither of them are particularly happy as the show progresses. family is hell and so is the lack of it.

OK OK i mentioned it in part one, how i had my own very specific idea about how jack should come to be and here it is. long winded but (might just write a damn fic):

after lucifer was cast back into the cage, he is stronger than he has been in a long time (being in his true vessel helped him stretched muscles he forgot he had. and fresh air.) sam is pulled out of the cage and it leaves a rift in the magic and chains - the binding is weaker and lucifer must act fast to get out before it heals. the cage is still strong enough to hold two archangels, so lucifer has to become weaker somehow to slip out through the cracks. he can’t get out of the cage, but souls can come in. demons bring themselves and human souls as tools for lucifer to use. there’s not much he can do here - consuming them, eating them, touching them, dissecting them doesn’t give him what he wants

eventually lucifer realizes he must do like azazel and create something new of two halves, like when he created demons. he begins melding his archangel grace with a human soul. he tries with demons, but his archangel grace automatically purifies them and leaves them too weak. he must try with a human soul who is good. he finds the soul of kelly kline, who sold her soul to save a loved one. with her, the merging, works.

he has another self, a twin, a son, who’s half human and half archangel. half lucifer. the old lucifer will die but that’s ok, his desires, presence and self will live on in his new creation. the new lucifer barely makes it out of the cage, only able to due to its human side. on earth it creates a body for itself and takes shape, no longer a form of pure power and energy akin to the sun itself but now a person, reminiscent of kelly kline on earth and lucifer in heaven. they name themselves jack. jack searches for familiarity and finds it in sam, their old self’s perfect tool and another hybrid. jack finds a mentor in castiel, a younger brother and fellow angel with human elements. they do not find anything in dean, the key to his former self’s doom.

jack’s powers: their powers are like and unlike the angels because he is half archangel. jack has wings but sometimes they don’t work, or they’ll end up somewhere else entirely. their body is their own, not a vessel, so jack can’t possess people. doesn’t talk but people “know” what they’re saying or want because jack emits their emotions and thoughts to people they’re talking to like a radio tower. jack can also have this empathic connection and communication with animals. his mood affects the weather. immortal. reads minds. can remove a soul from a body and send it to heaven/hell by touching it, with practice they don’t need to touch a body.

other stuff about jack: the human/archangel nature means jack only need sleep and food once a week or so. eats only nougat and raw meat. because jack is a kid they nap a lot. levitates when sleeping. never blinks, stares intensely at everything. their eye colour changes based on their mood. eyes glow in the dark. normal humans who look at jack for too long experience memory loss, fainting spells or migraines and eye contact for more than 10 seconds give vivid hallucinations of their worst nightmares. always barefoot, often floats like 10 cm off the ground because they find it more enjoyable than walking. wears the wildest clothes they can find, nothing matches and nothing is weather appropriate

i have a very specific image of jack in my mind; they look like delirium from the sandman comics with the hair that looks like it’s underwater and the fishes floating around their head, here and here are examples. in live action this would look not good or maybe even ridiculous for sure but in animation... endless potential for angels and monsters to have super interesting designs sigh

castiel’s arc should end with him going from blind soldier, to the unwilling ruler of heaven, finding a place on earth with sam and dean, becoming closer with humanity and eventually a father of three (the hybrids).

#hbo spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #iben spoke #ok i'm tired of looking at this now #i just needed to get these thoughts out of my head to get some peace and quiet #more character centric than part 1 #and it turned into such a long post.... jesus #i should make a separate post for post cage sam headcanons #ana if you see this i'm so sorry to drag you into this mess but i wanted to give credit where credit is due

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fanficimagery · 4 years

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Another One Bites the Dust

Summary: In which you accidentally run into the new guy, only for him to take an interest in you.

Words: 2.8K Warnings: None really. Requested? This wasn’t requested, but it was inspired by THIS POST posted by @thehargrovewhore It’s not necessarily what they were looking for, but this fic is what snowballed from me thinking about someone running into Billy XD

High school would have been a living nightmare had you not been befriended by Heather Holloway. She was one of the- if not the most- popular girls at Hawkins High and she made attending school bearable for you. But being friends with someone like Heather was bound to land you high up in the popularity rankings and it unfortunately made you a target for people like Carol and Tommy who wanted to tear down those they considered a threat to their own ranking.

Fortunately for you, Heather wasn't one to back down from a confrontation. If you weren't particularly feeling up to defending yourself, then Heather stepped in with her too sweet words laced with venom that usually shut the couple up. And though Heather was popular, she wasn't the type that everyone feared. She was the cool girl everyone idolized, the girl everyone adored, and since you were her best friend everyone else made sure to respect your boundaries and leave you be if you weren't feeling very sociable.

But now it's been about a month since the girls of Hawkins High have gone crazy for newcomer Billy Hargrove and you're so over all the giggling, the whispers, and the cocky persona he puts on when he notices he's being stared at. Normally someone's attitude like his wouldn't bother you, but the girls don't seem to have a care in the world when attempting to get close to him even if it meant pushing you out of the way to do so. And that, that bothers you.

"What's wrong with you?" Heather asks, leaning against the lockers next to yours, popping her bubblegum. "You're in a mood."

You sigh as you pick out your sketchpad that you need for your last class of the day. "I only got four hours of sleep last night and I've got a headache. I thought that by now the fascination with Mr. California would have died down, but apparently the girls are more desperate than ever, including Carol who seems to see me as some sort of competition and won't stop pestering me about the new guy."

"Really?" Heather perks up, pushing off the lockers. "You've talked to that sunkissed God?"

"One, ew." Your nose wrinkles in distaste and you start walking towards the Art room. Heather follows. "And two, no. I haven't talked to him which is why I'm confused and so over Carol talking shi-" You're cut off as you walk into a wall- or what you think is a wall- and you actually fall backwards down on your ass with a startled yelp. "What the hell was that?!" You ask, rubbing at your now sore nose before glancing upwards. An amused Billy Hargrove stands above you, hands on his hips which hold open his denim jacket to show off his white tee that fits him like a second skin. "Did I just run into you?" You ask, clearly not distracted by his cocky stance at all. "What the hell are you made out of? Brick?"

He smirks, but before he can say anything Heather is bending down and collecting your dropped sketchpad. She giggles. "You really shouldn't walk and talk, Y/N. You never know who you're going to run into."

"You're a bitch. You know that? You totally saw him standing there and didn't warn me."

"It's about time you get some one on one with Mr. California. I think you're the only girl he hasn't chased yet."

"And it's going to stay that way!" You hiss.

"Need a hand there, Princess? I mean I don't mind your current position, but-"

Your head jerks to stare up at Billy, gaze narrowing. "Not another word." He holds his hands up in mock surrender, winking. You roll your eyes. "And thanks, but no thanks."

You stand up without any aid, avoiding everyone's gazes who had stopped to stare. Yanking your sketchpad back from Heather, you scowl at her. Then when you move to continue on walking, you and Billy end up going in the same direction at once. You sidestep at the exact same time he sidesteps and he chuckles when you get visibly annoyed. Groaning, you slap a hand to Billy's chest and push him aside. But before you can step away, you glance at his chest where your hand is at and you end up poking him. "Jesus. Why are you so-"

"Hard?"

Heather giggles and you quickly glare up at him, snatching your hand back. "Gross. But essentially, yes."

"Well-"

The warning bell rings, startling you from hearing what Billy has to say. Glancing at your best friend, you say, "Shit. I need to get to class. If you're not in my car ten minutes after the bell's rung, I'm leaving your skinny ass behind."

As Y/N runs off, Billy watches her go. Heather smirks, pulling down her heart-shaped sunglasses from the top of her head to perch on the bridge of her nose.

"Where have you been hiding her, Holloway?"

"Don't even think about it, Hargrove." Heather pops her bubblegum, grinning. "Y/N is happy to be a wallflower. She doesn't care for that seductive charm of yours when you set your sights on a girl."

He waggles his eyebrows. "Been talking about me with her, huh?"

"Nope. Your girl Carol won't stop harassing her about you." Letting her smile fall, Heather practically sneers at Billy. "Get Carol in check. If Y/N is unhappy, I'm unhappy. And trust me, you won't want us to be unhappy."

Billy chuckles, stepping closer and tugging on one of Heather's curls that's been gathered into a sideways ponytail. "Don't worry about Carol. Y/N, however, I have a feeling she's going to be begging me for a ride pretty soon."

Heather's smile makes a comeback. "Good. And since I think my best friend needs to have some sort of fun, I'll give you this piece of information. Be pushy, but not too pushy. Rile her up just enough and her annoyance with you will eventually turn into fondness."

The final bell rings and Heather starts to walk backwards, wiggling her fingers in a mock wave before Billy can say anything in return.

A few days later, you've stayed behind after the final bell has rang for the school day. The art teacher is off making copies of some worksheets she plans to hand out the following week in the main office and you're adding the finishing touches to your current project. The painted cassette tape takes up nearly seventy percent of the canvas and the plastic film is painted in a mangle of loops around the tape. The tape is just wide enough for you to carefully paint lyrics along it which is what you're doing right now since there are no distractions around.

You're painstakingly painting the lyrics to Girls Just Want To Have Fun with the thinnest paint brush you could find when you hear footsteps behind you.

"Just ten more minutes, Miss Ackers. I'm almost done."

"I know I'm pretty, Princess, but not as pretty as that art teacher of yours."

That particular voice makes you sigh before you lean back, placing your paintbrush in a cup of water. "What are you doing here, Hargrove?" Turning around you see him staring at your canvas.

"Not bad," he says. "You're pretty good."

"It's just a cassette tape. Nothing fancy."

"Oh but it is." He says. "You didn't just paint a tape. You painted a tape that looks like it's been handled numerous times. Almost like it's.. worn down."

Your lips twitch at the sight of Billy actually studying your art. You inhale deeply, swallowing down the urge to immediately bicker with him. "Thanks."

He smirks, tucking his hands into the front of his jean's pockets before dragging his gaze back to you. "So a little birdie told me you liked burgers. Wanna grab a bite to eat with me, Y/N? I promise to make it worth your while."

"And you ruined the moment." Your shoulders slump and you turn back around to gather all your supplies. Walking towards the back of the room where a sink resides, you wash off your paint pallet, clean your brushes, and rinse out your cup. When you turn back around, Billy is a lot closer than before and you gasp in surprise. "Jesus."

"Close. It's Billy."

"Whatever you say, Bobby." He snorts and when you sidestep him you bite back a smile at the brief back and forth. "I've actually got stuff to do. If you're looking for a date, I hear Nicole's seconds away from getting down on her knees. Have fun."

"You'll cave sooner or later."

"Keep dreaming, Benny."

A few more days pass and your walls are starting to crumble.

Billy Hargrove has learned your entire class schedule and is now just around every corner. You can't seem to escape him, and when you do Heather takes up the reigns and talks non-stop about him. His flirtations, instead of making you blush, start to make you laugh and he's got you right where he and Heather want you. The rest of the high school female population, however, are not happy with the turn of events.

Lunch has just ended and you've dumped your tray alongside Heather. The both of you have walked out into the hallway, but in order to keep the conversation going you've turned around so you're walking backwards.

"Alright. Who would you rather: Joe Perry from Aerosmith or Roger Taylor from Queen?"

You scoff. "You could have made it harder. Roger Taylor, of course."

Heather's eyes briefly flicker behind you, but you don't pay it any mind. Not even when her eyes light up. "Oh. Of course," she grins. "You obviously have a thing for those light-haired boys."

"I might have a thing for some light-haired boys." You shrug and start to turn, keeping your gaze on Heather. "But if anyone's going to get me on my knees, it'd be- oomph!" You crash into someone and stumble back, your cheek hurting from the chest you've hit. Heather cackles as hands quickly grab onto you to steady you and then wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"Princess," Billy drawls.

You tense. "Nope." This can't be happening. You did not just crash into Billy while talking about getting on your knees. Chancing a glancing up, you cringe. It's definitely him.

"What were you saying just moments ago? Who's going to get you on your knees?"

Heather laughs some more and you shake your head. "We're not doing this today, Hargrove."

"Well I mean, just pick a day. Any day. I've been dying to get you on your-"

"Gross!" You wrinkle your nose and elbow him in his side, he smirking down on you. "I was talking about Roger Taylor. You know, the drummer from Queen."

"You mean my twin?" This time it's your turn to laugh and you don't even fight him when he starts leading you down the hallway with Heather practically skipping at your side. "So what were you ladies up to before Y/N tried seducing me with her words?"

"We," Heather quickly cuts off your retort, "are just going to kill the rest of the lunch period in Y/N's car. Care to join us?"

"And before your brain runs away with whatever it conjures up, no this isn't an invitation for a threesome. We're just going to listen to music and talk, and that's it. If you can't keep your dick in your pants for twenty minutes, then you're not welcome."

Billy sighs. "Take away all my fun." Heather giggles and you grin, and Billy continues to walk you to your car. "Next time though, we're skipping school food and going out."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Bennett."

After the final bell rang, it was no surprise to find Billy waiting outside the art classroom. He waited until everyone had left, he then entering the room to help you carry a couple of your canvases you were taking home now that they've been graded and on display long enough.

Even after weeks of flirting and getting absolutely nowhere, a real friendship somehow blossomed between you and him. He's still the most arrogant boy you've ever met, and downright mean at times to your peers, but it's.. it's Billy.

So after laying your artwork in the trunk of your car and still no Heather, you join Billy over at his car. You readily hop onto the hood, smirking when he glares at you, and promise to not scratch his baby. He rolls his eyes, lights up a cigarette, and leans on the spot right next to you.

"So you're telling me you never once hooked up with Tina?" You ask, giggling. Billy shakes his head, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a grin. "Seriously? She's been telling anyone and everyone that she's slept with you at least twice."

Billy shrugs. "There was some heavy petting the night of her Halloween party, but that's about it."

"Jesus. Halloween? Didn't you move here like a day or two before?"

"Something like that."

"That girl sure does move fast."

Billy chuckles and takes a long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke sit for a few seconds before exhaling it all out. With your backpack next to you, you open up the front pocket and take out a bag of skittles you'd been snacking on during lunch. Pouring some into your palm, you hold out your hand towards Billy to see if he wants some. He chooses the red ones since he knows they're your favorite and quickly tosses them into his mouth.

"You're a dick."

The school kids are slowly pouring out from the main entrance and still there's no Heather. There is, however, Carol and her little lackey Nicole.

"Careful, Billy. The cow you have sitting on the hood of your car is bound to leave a dent or two." Nicole practically cackles at Carol's remark- Carol who's smirking as if she's just won some sort of confrontation.

You merely smile in return. "Careful, Carol. Jealousy doesn't suit you."

She scoffs. "Jealousy? What exactly do I have to be jealous of? You're nothing."

"Oh I don't know," you slowly grin, leaning towards Billy and sliding an arm around the back of his shoulders. He chuckles. "Maybe you're jealous over the fact that Billy hasn't given you the time of the day. Then again, your boyfriend is practically his little lap dog so maybe you're pissed because the only one on one time you can have with him, he spends it with me."

Her amusement completely vanishes, but before she can open her mouth to retort Tommy is putting an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, babe. What's going on?" He asks before nodding at Billy. "Hey man."

"Nothing." Carol then pastes on a smile and kisses the underside of his jaw.

"Nothing?" You muse, feigning innocence. "Now I wouldn't say that." Carol glances at you, eyes narrowing and Nicole frowns before taking a step back. Glancing at Tommy, you then say, "Put a leash on your girl, man. She's acting kind of bitchy because Hargrove hasn't asked her to get on her knees for him yet."

Tommy's smile drops. "What?"

"Sorry, man, but it's true." Billy tells him. "I've known my fair share of persistent girls, but yours really takes the cake."

"Hey fuck you, man." Tommy stands a little taller, clearly defending his girlfriend.

You roll your eyes. "Don't get pissy at him, Tom-Tom. Carol's the one who can't take a hint and get bent somewhere else."

"Screw you, Y/N!"

"Nah. I rather save the screwing for Billy." You smirk.

You hear a slight sharp inhale from your friend, but don't bother looking at him. Carol sneers, Nicole cracks a grin, and Tommy scoffs. "Lets go, babe. Obviously Billy isn't a friend of ours."

"Took you long enough to catch on, did it?"

As the trio finally take their leave, you lean back and slide your arm off of Billy's shoulders. He turns, but you immediately shake your head. "Don't. I didn't mean it."

"Are you positive?"

"Oh my god." You laugh. "I just said it to get under her skin."

"Get under whose skin?" Heather's finally joined you, smacking her gum.

"Carol's." You slide off the hood of Billy's car, but he doesn't let you go far.

"Y/N told Carol she would screw me."

Heather gapes, but you're quick to defend your word choice. "In a joking manner!" Billy laughs and you groan as he pulls you under his arm as usual. "Goddammit. I'm never going to live this down."

"Not a chance in hell, Princess. Wanna go to the movies with me?"

You sigh and start to walk towards your own car. "Get bent, Brad."

"That's not even close to sounding like Billy," he calls after you.

"I don't care!"

Heather starts to giggle and Billy smirks over at her. "Progress, Holloway. This is good progress."

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AU! IkeRev Suitors in a KPOP Group! HCS

Because while I was making the Just Do It Lyric video if Blanc, Oliver and Kyle were to sing it had me thinking if they were part of a subunit, what the actual group would be like...

(I wanted to do a super group and have all of the suitors in one big group but it was too much to try and make facts for all of them so I handpicked my own suitors I would put in a group together. They are listed in order of oldest to youngest for this AU)

Stage name: Lance Real name: Lancelot Kingsley Position: Leader, Lead Rapper, Sub Vocalist, Producer Nationality: Korean-Taiwanese

Has trained the longest out of the everyone in the group with 6 years

Has also known Harr the longest amongst the members

Although he is half Taiwanese he only speaks Korean

Is known for his amazing charisma on stage, however off stage he is very quiet and actually very clumsy. One time after their comeback stage as they were exiting he walked into one of the floating cameras

In a Dingo interview when asked who was the most troublesome member he said Oliver. "Mmm... He might be the most troublesome but... He takes care of the other members well."

He produces the group's songs, and often co-writes music with Harr

He is very shy with people he doesn't know very well

He gets very competitive when they play games, and if they can choose partners he will normally choose Jonah who is just as competitive, so that he can win

All the members agree that he is the best listener and they can go to him if they have any problems

He is good friends with Bang Chan from Stray Kids

Currently shares a dorm with Fenrir and Jonah

Stage name: Blanc Real name: Blanc Lapin Position: Lead Rapper, Lead Vocalist Nationality: Chinese

He is known as the mother of the group

He is also known as the gentleman of the group by the fans

He is fluent in Mandarin and Cantonese, his Korean is actually a lot better than he gives himself credit for

He is known for his signature deep voiced raps

Actually has a really good singing voice which surprised a lot of fans when he first sung an a song

He trained for 4 years before debut

He is closest with Kyle and Oliver. Kyle approached him first as he was able to speak Mandarin to him. "I was really happy when Kyle spoke to me in mandarin when I first joined. I was really nervous my Korean wouldn't be understandable."

Oliver makes fun of his Korean when he can though, and sometimes teaches him the wrong meanings to some words

He is the leader of the subunit with Kyle and Oliver

He is good friends with Jackson from GOT7 and Lucas from NCT

Currently shares a dorm with Oliver

Stage name: Joker Real name: Harr Silver Position: Main vocalist Nationality: Korean

He was forced by his friend to audition because he has such an amazing voice

He actually failed several auditions before he was accepted

He actually didn’t want to pursue any more auditions. “My friend, he kept pushing me to keep auditioning. He would help me with the critiques I got so I could better polish them for the next audition. If it wasn’t for him, I really wouldn’t be here.”

When asked if he was still in contact with this friend he said he was “He’s self declared himself as my number one fan. (Laughs) He’s really crazy, I honestly feel like he would be better suited in an idol group. He has red hair and amazing visuals.”

He still gets very nervous performing in front of a crowd. He was once criticised that he was lacking in his dance and stage presence in the comeback they were doing in an interview once. This made Jonah mad who is also the group’s other main vocals, "I would like to hear you sing as well as him then." Jonah got reprimanded by Lance soon after the interview

Learning choreography is hard for him, he is always the last to leave the dance studio, luckily for him Oliver always stays to help him out

He writes, and composes some of the groups songs along with Lance

He is good friends with Hwasa of MAMAMOO whom he looks up to for her stage presence and singing

Currently shares a dorm with Seth and Kyle

Stage name: Oliver Real name: Oliver Knight Position: Main dancer, Lead Vocalist, Visual Nationality: British

Born in London

1/2 of English line

Speaks English, Korean, Cantonese and Mandarin fluently. He is currently learning Japanese with Kyle

He was scouted when he was 12 when a video of him dancing went viral

Was a YG trainee

Is an overall well rounded idol, he can sing, dance, and rap

He is actually a very good singer and originally joined to be a main vocalist, however they needed a main dancer and his position was switched

Is pretty active on his Instagram often posting pranks he pulls on the other members

He is often thought to be a fairly quiet person, however he is the most playful, and when people get to know him they say his visuals and personality don't match at all

He likes to collect teas from the places they tour

He is good friends with Kai from EXO and Woozi from SEVENTEEN (Woozi: "... This greedy guy, share your height with me.")

Currently shares a dorm with Blanc

Stage name: G.SPEED Real name: Fenrir Godspeed Position: Main Rapper, Sub Vocalist, Face of the Group Nationality: Korean American

He is the group's mood maker

2/2 of English line

He was born in Los Angeles

He was scouted at the mall

Passed his audition with his vocals, but he ended up really loving rapping

He along with Seth appear the most on talk shows to promote the group

Amongst the group he does the most V-LIVES. Sometimes when he appears with Oliver they both speak English for the international fans. Kyle also sometimes joins them as he is trying to polish his English

His idol is G-Dragon

Has the most energy on stage and is often the one yelling SORI JILLUH!!!! (Make some noise!!!!!)

He was voted as the most ambitious of the group always wanting to do a different stage for the fans

Friends with Bobby from iKon

Currently shares a dorm with Lance, and Jonah

Stage name: Seth (Stylized as SETH✩) Real name: Seth Hyde Position: Lead vocalist, Lead dancer, Visual, Sub Rapper Nationality: Korean

He is the official visual of the group

He skipped school to audition

He did not get along with Oliver when they first met. They get along much better now and fans consider them adoring frenemies. They often get competitive against each other, however if they are on the same team for games they actually get along scarily well for the sake of winning

They once almost had a full blown fist fight when during dance practice Seth had really accidentally extended his leg too far and tripped Oliver

Lance had to intervene to calm the two

Now they often reenact the moment during fansigns for laughs

When asked if he would ever cut his hair, he said “It’s my charm point don’t you think?”

He said he would consider cutting his hair for a comeback, MAYBE

He is friends with a lot girl idols including YooA from Oh My Girl, Miyeon from (G)I-DLE and CHUNG HA

Currently sharing a dorm with Harr and Kyle

Stage name: Kyle Real name: Kyle Ash Position: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub Vocalist Nationality: Korean

Fluent in Korean, Mandarin, and getting very good at English. He is also learning Japanese with Oliver. His reason for learning is actually because he loves anime

He is extremely intelligent, with an IQ of 155

He originally was planning to study to become a doctor after high school

He auditioned on a dare but he passed

He became friends with Jeonghan of SEVENTEEN during Idol Olympics when he went searching for a quiet place to nap between events, and he found Jeonghan napping in the space he was going to

He is also close friends with Vernon of SEVENTEEN

He is often praised for his rap flow and writing

He is currently learning the guitar in his spare time

He says he is envious of Oliver’s dress sense, “Oliver hyung always dresses so well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in just a t-shirt.”

He really admires Seth’s fashion sense even if he annoys him, “Ahh it’s annoying... Seth hyung always is on trend.”

Currently shares a dorm with Harr and Seth

Stage Name: Jonah Real name: Jonah Clemence Psoition: Main vocalist, Visual, Maknae Nationality: Taiwanese

His parents originally wouldn't let him audition, but he kept singing late into the night and would annoying them all day until they caved and said he could audition. He ended up being the only one who passed the auditions

He is currently starring in a Korean drama

He is a huge fan of Girls’ Generation Taeyon

He is actually really good at aegyo, but is really shy to do it

Has a younger brother named Luka

Seth told a story of how whenever Jonah would talk about Luka on a talk show Luka would always text him right away saying, “STUPID HYUNG DON'T TALK ABOUT ME!!”

The interviewers laughed, and asked if Luka actually calls his brother stupid and the whole group was like, YES!!

Jonah completely missed the point though and he was just overjoyed that his younger brother watched him on TV

He is the maknae of the group however he hates it and all the other members make fun of him for this especially Seth

He is friends with Jungkook from BTS and Eunwoo from Astro

Currently shares a room with Lance and Fenrir

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sea-side-scribbles · 4 years

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Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/65062495

Chapter 34

The following days they were thinking about nothing but the festival. Norbert tried to imagine how it felt to play for such a big audience, so he visited the stage in St. George's Holm. He had never played on it before, but he had visited it as a listener. If the park was full, he could hardly see the end of the masses. He could only wonder how that looked from the view from the stage. Morrie was with him and they both eyed the place in silence, deep in their own thoughts.

The day before their journey they loaded everything they needed into their van and then tried to sleep. It barely worked. And those who made it were rudely woken up by a loud humming noise in the morning. "Do we have a bee swarm in here?", Norbert muttered half asleep. "It comes from outside," Morrie stated. When Norbert looked out of the window, he was shocked.

The road was crowded with a very slowly moving avalanche of cars. From time to time it stopped entirely. "Shit", Norbert hissed and ran out of the house. He had seen a Bobby who watched the procedure and most likely knew what was going on. "Pardon me, Sir...!", he yelled over the noise, "What's that about?" He desperately pointed at the road. "Well, didn't you turn on your radio this morning? All cars must be delivered to Germany. If you have one, you should quickly get in line." "What? All cars?" "Indeed," the Bobby said as if it was the most common thing in the world. "But we need one to cross Britannia Bridge!" "In this case, I bet you're faster by foot, young man," he said, looking amused, but when he saw Norbert's desperate face he turned serious again. "I'm sorry if you have an appointment, but I'm sure they will show understanding. You won't be the only one who's too late." Too late. Or never making it.

The others didn't look much more optimistic than him, when he told them everything. "Shit, we have to call Virgil!" They ran to the next phone booth and collected their coins. Norbert frantically dialed the number. "Mr. Dainty," he shouted as soon as he heard the man's voice. "It's all blocked, the entire road! What are we gonna do now?" Virgil's voice was firm. "First of all, stay calm. Do you still have your van?" "Yes, but how..." "Is it loaded?" "Yes, but..." "Listen. Can you hide the van for a while?" "Yes, it's in a shack." "What adress?" Norbert named it. "But it's not a real house...it's...it's a ruin." Virgil didn't ask him out. "Hide in the shack as good as you can. I'll send you a driver." "But we can drive..." "Do as I say!", Virgil harshly interrupted him. "How long will it take?", Norbert still asked. He didn't like the idea of being locked in this shack for a long time. "I'll be as fast as I can, okay? Just be patient. And don't worry. We'll figure this out." "Okay. Thanks," Norbert said and quickly hung up.

They ran to their shack and in default of space they hid inside the van, crimped in between their equipment and luggage, so no one could see them through the windows. "You think they are looking for hidden cars?", Chris whispered. "Why not? The wayside is crowded with Bobbies. What do you think they're for?", Morrie replied quietly. "We're lucky this place looks all abandoned." Norbert started to chuckle. This whole situation was so ridiculous. "Ssshh, Norbert," Morrie hissed. "Someone's coming." They listened up. It sounded as if someone was walking around the shack. "And what if that's the driver? What if he can't find us?" Norbert was worried. "Virgil told him the way," Morrie assured him. The stranger went away. "Shit," Norbert hissed again.

After what had seemed like ages someone suddenly opened the door to the shack. The boys immediately fell silent. Then somebody knocked against the car. When they wondered if they should answer, a voice whispered. "Just give mouth if you're inside, guys. Virgil sent me." Now they couldn't answer fast enough and the driver got in. "I'd love to say 'full speed ahead', but I'm afraid it won't be a very wild ride. Also, officially, this isn't a passenger transport, so hole yourself up as good as you can. And no loud noises. We'll have to drive through controls. My name's Eddie by the way."

The van left the shack and lined up with the seemingly endless row that wandered in snail's pace. "We'll never be there in time," Matt sighed. "If only I could reach Mr. Dainty again," Norbert whimpered. "Why? He'll know better than us what the fuck is going on," Brad replied. "And if we don't make it out of the row in time we'll end up in Germany." "He'll have a plan," Matt assured him. "I hope so," Morrie said. "I don't want to be jammed in here for nothing." "Don't you like it by my side?", Chris purred and laid his head on Morrie's shoulder. "I find you just adorable," Morrie whispered, "but I can imagine better ways of traveling." "Who knows, perhaps we get back in a private jet," Brad dreamed out loud. "If we make it...", Norbert was still worried. Then they silenced for a long time, only felt the car stop and go. Norbert dozed off from time to time.

Matt's voice woke him up again. "Guys, it's working! We're leaving the row! We're on a free road now!" Norbert interrupted the surging cheers. "Ssshh, are you crazy? They can still hear us!" But he felt relieved too. From now on they were travelling much faster. "This Virgil Dainty is a hotshot!", Brad said quieter. "Are you okay, Norrie?," Morrie asked him in a soft tone. Norbert found that very cute. He would've kissed him if he could. "I'm alright, thanks." "And what about me? I'm right next to you," Chris played upset. "I'm not talking to you anymore. I let you sleep on my shoulder and you drooled on my suit." "Ts, so touchy. I bet if Norbert did that you would've liked it." "Oh, no, there are things I won't even let Norbert do. Drooling on my suit is one of them." "Thank you for being so honest," Norbert chuckled. They bantered each other for a while until they tired out once more.

After what felt like hours Matt spoke into their silence: "I think it's getting interesting again. He's driving into a warehouse." The others listened up. And really, they felt how the van slowly came to a halt. When the driver exited the van, the band was eager to finally get out. When the door opened, they all made a jump.

The man in a Constable uniform eyed their startled faces with amusement until he said: "Don't be afraid, gentlemen, I really am a friend of Virgil." He pointed at something outside. "Actually he's already here." Now the band made an effort to get out. Norbert held out his hand to help Morrie. "Are you okay?", he quietly asked his lover while he was still holding his hand. "Just a bit crumpled," was the answer.

They parted again to greet Virgil. Eddie just said : "I'm punctual to the minute. Surprised?" "Not at all," Virgil answered. "I knew I could count on you. You're the best." He looked like a load was taken off his mind. Then he turned to the band. "And you? You're alright?" "Aside from all the aching bones, yes," Brad answered grinning. "What are we doing now?" "We'll go by foot from here. The hotel isn't far away. Don't worry about your equipment, it will stay here until you need it."

The band took their luggage and followed Virgil out of the warehouse. "You're not the only ones who are late", Virgil explained. "Some didn't even make it. The whole schedule is messed up, but to our advantage. I'm about to get you a better position in it." "So in short, we are very lucky to have you," Norbert concluded, trying not to stare to much at his soon-to-be manager. "Well... years of experience do pay off." Norbert was sure that the other man sounded flattered while trying to play it down.

The hotel looked better than every pub they had ever slept in. While taking them to their rooms, Virgil said: "Because the concerts are suspended to tomorrow, there's a spontaneous party in the lounge. All the VIPs are there. You better poke around and - be apparent." He spoke the last words with a wink. "We'll meet tomorrow, as lively as ever, with a new schedule." They said goodbye and then got ready for the party.

Norbert seemed to be especially fussy with his outfit. "I wonder who you're dressing up for...", Morrie commented his lover's behavior. "For future sponsors," he answered in a serious tone. "This is important, Morrie." He turned around. "How do I look?" "Hot," Morrie purred and stepped very close. "I'm afraid I'll have eyes for no one else but you." His lips almost touched Norbert's. His lover quietly chuckled. "Don't make me horny now..." They gently kissed. Then Norbert turned away, way to soon for Morrie's taste. "Let's go."

The lounge was full, despite that only a few bands had made it. The Make Believes quickly found out that there was rarely another subject than the cars. Some musicians were royally pissed because of that. Basically everyone who was there had only made it through knowing the right people, and it caused a stir that of all things an unknown band from Wellington Wells was here with them. They quickly came to Virgil Dainty, what made an impression too. If the famous manager had found them, they were indeed interesting. The Make Believes however were fascinated to meet some of their idols.

Apart from that, there was something else they liked about the party: the big amount of female guests. "I didn't know there were so many girl bands," Norbert once said, making the girls laugh. One of the musicians took him aside and explained: "They are groupies." "What are groupies?" The man smiled mysteriously. "Be nice, and you'll find out." Then Norbert was curious.

The girls were interested in the newbie anyway, so they got into a conversation. They exchanged nice words, until Morrie grabbed Norbert's arm and dragged him away. "Morrie," Norbert angrily hissed, "Are you crazy? You embarass me in public!" Morrie didn't speak until they had left the lounge. Then he spat: "And you? What the hell do you think you're doing?" Norbert made a helpless gesture. "We were just talking!" "Don't give me that shit! I'm not stupid, Norbert. I know what your intentions were!" "But Morrie, why can't I at least be nice? I can't always ignore them, that doesn't work!" "It worked just fine until now." Morrie's voice was a growl. "But you heard what Virgil said! We have to get attention!" "Oh, I see. If that's Virgil's genius plan, just go on, don't let me stop you. But don't expect me to watch it!" Morrie turned around and left. Norbert ran after him.

"Wait! You can't just leave!" But Morrie didn't answer. He went back all the way to their room and Norbert followed him inside. "My love, I'm sorry," Norbert whimpered out of breath. "You're right. I really...thought about it. I don't know what possessed me, but believe me I didn't want to hurt you." Morrie finally granted him a look. "Don't. Do. That. Again," he said in a tone that made Norbert shiver. "I won't, Morrie. I promise. Please forgive me," Norbert took his lover's hands. "I love you, and I want to live with you forever."

Morrie eyed Norbert, seeing that he was really ashamed. It softened him. "It's not gonna be a boring life, that's for sure," he said quietly. "So, that's good, right?" Norbert tried it with a smile. He looked ravishing, thought Morrie. "What do you think?," he asked and ran a hand over Norbert's cheek, "Can I make you horny now?" They were alone, they had a room for themselves and the others were distracted until late night. Norbert felt a wholesome shiver all over his body when he walked closer to this lover and said: "You already did, baby."

Their kisses were demanding. Morrie had learned a lot from Norbert and finally dared to experiment. Norbert liked that his lover wasn't holding back, especially when he sensed Morrie's finger in him again. It was new to him to be treated like that and it had made him learn something new about himself - that he liked it very much. Morrie seemingly wanted to teach him a lesson, the way he rudely stroked him. Norbert gave piteous moans, whimpered Morrie's name and did everything to please him. As much as he was sorry, he liked that he had to make up for something. Morrie in contrast loved to turn Norbert into a winding and moaning mess under him, to see how much he needed him. And it was only Morrie who could do that to him, and it comforted him every time he saw Norbert this way.

When they were pleased and Morrie was happy again, the bed felt comfy and invited him to finally recover from all the troubles of today. Norbert instead couldn't calm down. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears. "Morrie?", he whispered after a while. His lover made a discontented noise. "What?" "I can't sleep." "Hmmm...", Morrie said and fell quiet again, wrapping his arms around Norbert.

"Perhaps we should go back to the party," Norbert broke the silence again. "No way," Morrie said quietly. "But wasn't it fun?" Suddenly Morrie grabbed his ear and turned it around until it hurt. "Didn't you make enough mischief for today, Norbert Pickles?" Norbert moaned and reached for the hand that grabbed him. "Ow...Morrie...please." His lover let go and he silenced. When Morrie gave him a forgiving kiss on his painful spot, he dared to speak again. "Aren't you nervous at all?" "I'm tired." Norbert carefully raised from the bed. "Then let me to the minibar. I need a nightcap." Normally Morrie would comment on Norbert's drinking habits, but now he was too sleepy for that. Instead he let his lover go satisfy his needs and soon fell asleep.

The next morning they called the room service for the first time in their lives to bring them breakfast. Morrie did it with second thoughts. He wanted to keep Norbert close to him, so he won't get into mischief again. Somehow he had to survive this festival until he could bring his lover back home and into safety. Norbert didn't seem to notice, he was simply looking happy. Both were excited today. When they kissed it was like they clinged together, trying to calm each other down. Some time later, the telephone rang.

Kneeling on the bed, Norbert answered it. "Hello?" "Nick, is that you?" It was Virgil's voice. "Yes, Mr. Dainty," Norbert said and began to palpate the telephone cable. Morrie listened up. Norbert's tone sounded weird. "I hope you enjoyed yourself last night." Norbert chuckled and took Morrie's hand. "Uh...it was indeed a wild night." Now also Morrie chuckled. "Good boys. And now down to the nitty-gritty. I need you ready in front of the hotel in half an hour." "You're picking us up?" "Not personally," Virgil laughed. "Eddie will drive you. I have to get some things done here. We'll meet at the festival." "Aye-aye, Mr. Dainty."

Norbert called the room next to them. "Here's the luckiest bastard in Great Britain, what can I do for you?" "Chris?" "Nick, you player! Where have you been? Last time I saw you, you had at least six groupies with you." Norbert laughed. "The rest is top secret." Now Chris laughed. "Listen, Virgil just called me. We'll leave in half an hour, so adorn yourself." "What the hell you think we're doing? We're long finished, hopping from one foot to the other, you're not?" "Yeah, sure." Norbert lied and smiled at Morrie.

It was an uncommon sight. A lonely van on an empty street. People turned their heads to stare at them. There were a lot of pedestrians now, still walking on the pavement as they were used to. "Hey fellas, are you ready for another ride?", the man named Eddie greeted them, this time he didn't wear a uniform. It was a much better ride because the band didn't have to squish themselves between their equipment. And their driver was more talkative now. "Virgil must really like you, the way he pulls out all the stops to bring you here." "Oh, we get so much praise in advance, we can't be that great," Norbert nervously laughed. "It's your first time, right?" "Yeah." "A word to the wise - just have fun. I know Virgil, he doesn't expect you to come back as superstars. He only wants to test if you can keep your cool and deliver a good show."

The festival grounds were huge, they surpassed even St. George. The car caused a little stir there too. People curiously followed it until it entered a backstage area. Getting out of the car, Norbert overheard a band play, but he had no time to listen. Virgil approached them. "You come right after the current act," he informed the band. In the backstage area they waited, talked about their songs and the show they had been working on for days now. Norbert thought about Eddie's words to fight down his fear. Then he felt a pat on his shoulder. It was Chris, who had promised to hold his hand if necessary. "Nick, you player. I bet your girls are watching you now," he said in a comforting tone. Norbert chuckled and felt much better.

The show was a mind-blowing experience for all of them. Norbert needed a bit to readjust. The audience was much further away than in a pub of course, and barely recognisable despite the frontal rows, so he had to find another way to communicate with them. In addition, he tried not to be too nice to female listeners because he was sure that Morrie was watching him. They all improvised a lot to carry the audience. Virgil watched them from afar. He liked that they had a lot of own songs for a young band. Their gaudy colored outfits made an impression. Their hairstyles were unusually long, especially Nick's, which also looked like they had never met a comb before, what gave him an audacious appearance. It matched his bright red suit very well.

But something was wrong with Nick today. He was holding back more than usual. Of course it could've been due to the big stage, but he doubted that the answer was so easy. He kept watching him, hoping he would relax again, but it didn't happen. It wasn't the Nick Lightbearer he had hoped for. But it was no reason to fret. Finding new talents was a gamble. There were more ways to awake the potential in his new protégé. Perhaps he was tired after that wild night he had mentioned. Virgil planned to find out what had been going on.

After a concert of an hour and a half The Make Believes had burned themselves out completely. With thousands of different impressions and thoughts in their minds they collapsed in the dressing room. Norbert felt reborn. They still were so excited that they were talking loudly and laughing a lot. No one of them wanted this to end. After a while Virgil visited them to praise them, what gave them another boost. Virgil offered them to stay at the festival for a while longer, what they gladly accepted. Before they could all leave, he held Norbert back. "Nick, can I talk to you again?" Norbert stayed, giving his manager an adoring look.

"Why did you lie to me?," Virgil suddenly asked so sternly that Norbert's heart missed a beat. "What do you mean?" Norbert had no clue. "So, have you been at the party?", Virgil asked just as sternly. "Of course," Norbert said eagerly. "But...I guess not for long." The man made a face. "You've been there for half an hour, then you left." "But the others were there." Norbert felt his face blush. "When I said 'be apparent', I meant all of you! You had a one-time chance to make yourself known and you missed it! No one remembers you! I don't know what you want to accomplish with that." Norbert gulped and fell silent. What was he supposed to say anyway? That he spent the night with Morrie? That Morrie had been jealous? What Virgil said made sense, and he had no explanation.

"I can't help you if you don't follow my advice, you understand? Then all of this is pointless." Norbert gave a sour nod. He didn't dare to look at Virgil anymore. "Now see how you sort that out, or else your journey is over." In shock, Norbert stared at him again. "You'll leave us? Just because of that?" "You wanted me to bite, didn't you? Well, you accomplished it. What happens next is up to you." With these words Virgil left him. Norbert coudn't believe it. Just minutes ago he had felt the foretaste of fame and now he faced the ruins of his dream.

He left the backstage area with conflicted feelings. When he saw his friends in their brightly colored suits, happily fooling around, he suddenly span on his heel and went into another direction. Hiding in the masses, he walked around aimlessly. He felt miserable and didn't want to break the news to the others. In addition, he was embarassed and found it all unfair. What was he supposed to do now? And why did it all depend on him? Angrily, he kicked a can of beer away. Then he noticed he was thirsty and went to one of the snack stands. After trying to convince the salesman he was old enough to buy a beer he chose a cola instead, found himself a corner and watched the masses from there.

He knew he shouldn't hide, but he didn't want to see anyone. And now he couldn't even give himself liquid courage. When his cola was empty he came out of his hideout only to throw the can as far as he could. "Fuck in a bucket," he hissed after it. "Are you lost, honey?", he suddenly heard a female voice say. It belonged to a girl with long blonde hair that was decorated with flowers. Her short dress was more colorful than anything he had ever worn on stage. He immediately tried for a smile. "Are you talking to me? No...I just had a rough day is all." "You look like a seeker to me, hon," she said softly. "But now, your suffering is finally over. All the answers you need are there." She handed him a card that said "Lair of Dreams" in curved letters. Norbert stared at it. "What is that?" But when he looked up the girl had vanished.

He gaped in confusion, then he looked back at the card. Was she a witch? But why not trying it out, he thought. The name sounded promising after all. At the backside of the card there was a little map of the area and a hint to where he should go. For a while he thought he was misreading it, because he went to an isolated edge of the area where he at first didn't see anything but trees. It was when he came closer that he found a large camp in between them. "Hi there, I guess I'm looking for answers", he said holding up his card. When they looked at his card, they welcomed him. A girl put a flower garland around his neck and then he went inside. He saw a lot of people with flower garlands, sitting on carpets and pillows. Some had a conversation, some just lied around and seemed to relax. Soft music came from somewhere and accompanied the image. Norbert made his way through the camp, wondering what he should find here, when another girl with a tray stopped him. "Hello, seeker. How about a welcome drink?" She offered him her tray that was full of colorful and delicious looking drinks. Norbert gladly accepted the offer.

The first sip only tasted good. The second one changed the world around him. It was as if his senses were suddenly sharpened. The noise that surrounded him changed. It was distorted, dull and high-pitched at once, as if he would finally realize that his whole reality was just an illusion, as if he could see through the mask all of a sudden. At the same time everything started to glitter and to glow so beautifully as if the drink had send him straight to heaven. The soft music that he had disregarded now made so much sense.

Years later he would still remember that he had started to sing and dance with the others. Sometimes he was even certain he had entered another dimension, a better world, that he had lost forever, when suddenly strangers dressed in dark clothes had invaded it. They refused the drink of knowledge, rudely knocked the tray out of the goddess' hands and stepped on the shreds. Nick Lightbearer couldn't allow that! So he had started to defend it with all the seekers by his side, and so a fight broke loose, to save the better world. He could remember the screams of all the hurt souls even years later. The fight ended for Norbert when he suddenly felt a sting in his side and his paradise vanished in darkness.

#we happy few #whf #wehappyfew #nick lightbearer #whf nick #nickxmorrie #morriememento #morrie memento #whfmorrie #whf morrie

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nessa-is-bored · 5 years

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100 reasons why I love Lee Taeyong

I’m not good at making gifs or making fancy video edits with emotional music playing in the background, so instead I give you some of the reasons why I adore Taeyong. Happy birthday to an absolute angel!

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1. I love how he’s an amazing leader and someone who his members can always rely on.

2. I love how much he loves Ruby and how he talks about her fondly.

3. I love how much he always thinks of the fans, and tells us to take care of ourselves.

4. I love how humble he stays, no matter how many opportunities he and NCT get, he always says it’s because of us, NCTZENs.

5. I love how even the earpiece he wears on stage is a dedication to NCTZENs.

6. I love how passionate he is during every performance. It doesn’t matter if the venue is big or small, he gives his all during every stage.

7. I love how much Taeyong loves music. He’s involved in creating NCT’s music and you can just tell how much he loves being in the studio.

8. I love the passion he has for his job. An idol who just cares about making money can’t compare to an idol who genuinely loves what they do. And I can see and feel, with all of Taeyong’s performances, that he loves the stage.

9. I love how much Taeyong wants to be acknowledged for more than his looks and how he works hard every single day to make that happen.

10. I love how beautiful Taeyong looks when he genuinely smiles.

11. I love how precious his laughter is. It’s like music to my ears when I hear that man laugh.

12. I love how Taeyong puts others before himself and how selfless he is.

13. I love how Taeyong tries his best to speak to fans in their native language when he visits a new place.

14. I love how big of a heart he has.

15. Taeyong is the cutest when he sees animals and pets them, I love that so much 😊

16. I love that he loves plushies so much! I mean, how much cuter can he freaking get?

17. I love him because he set up a scholarship to help students in school.

18. I love that he has had this scholarship set up since he debuted and he didn’t do it to make himself look good, he did it out of the kindness of his heart. If the principal of that school hadn’t said anything, we wouldn’t even know about it.

19. I love how he finds time in his busy schedule to volunteer.

20. I love how he makes sure every member is given a chance to speak if they want to during interviews.

21. I love how Taeyong is constantly trying to better himself, as a performer and a person.

22. I love that he once said he tries to keep his opinions of things to himself so that each member can comfortably come to him and express their thoughts.

23. I love how versatile he is. I feel like there’s no concept that Taeyong can’t pull off!

24. I love how much he loves sweets.

25. And I love that when he goes live and is eating sweets, he looks so happy and overall precious!

26. I love that when he is live he just talks to us as if he were catching up with a friend.

27. I love how excited he gets talking about his day and about his music while he’s live.

28. I love the pictures he takes in every new place he visits to share with us.

29. I love every photo shoot he’s ever done with dispatch.

30. And I love how cutely he greets dispatch photographers at the airports.

31. I love that when he feels the beat he just starts dancing.

32. I love the expressions he make while he’s dancing.

33. I love the dance he choreographed for Whiplash. Iconic!

34. I love how stunning he looks when he wears headbands.

35. I love how pretty he looks with bobby pins in his hair.

36. I love how I swore no one could pull off a mullet, but somehow he could do it.

37. I love how he can make any hair color work because he’s Lee Taeyong

38. He can work any hair color but I love Taeyong with black hair because he looks like a prince. And black hair with a suit? Forget about it! That boy has me weak.

39. I love how fluffy his hair can look and how soft it looks when he runs his fingers through it.

40. I love his nose and I wanna boop it!

41. I love his side profile, but then again, Taeyong’s perfect from any angle.

42. I love how he dresses and how clothes are another way for him to express himself

43. I love the customizations he adds to his clothes to make them even more unique.

44. I love how cute he looks in oversized clothing.

45. And I love how cute he looks in glasses

46. Taeyong’s hands. I love them.

47. I love that he can cook. Men who can cook themselves and others a meal are sexy and that’s that.

48. I love the Halloween costumes he comes up with every year.

49. I love how he looks in sparkly clothes.

50. I love how he sometimes (almost always) gets shy when he gets compliments. You would think he’d be used to them by now but he still turns into the cutest, shy bub when he gets one.

51. I love how absolutely beautiful Taeyong looks in unedited, fan pictures.

52. I especially love how he looks in Tyrant Syndrome’s photos.

53. I love how adorable he was when some of the members went on the bridge and he was scared the whole way through it.

54. I love that he wrote the lyrics to their predebut song ‘Piece of Mind’

55. I love how my eyes are just drawn to him during NCT performances.

56. I love that when Angel of Mine comes up on my playlist, the first person to pop into my head is Lee Taeyong.

57. Also when I hear ‘God Must Have Spent A Little More Time on You’ I always think of Taeyong as well.

58. I love what a dork he can be.

59. I love how precious he can be when he’s sulking.

60. I love that he’s learning to play the ukulele. Can’t wait for his first, full ukulele cover!

61. I think we all loved when Mr. Lee Taeyong performed ‘Wakey-Wakey’ in a fucking crop top. That was a moment!

62. I loved watching Taeyong perform ‘Baby Don’t Like It’ live because that performance nearly ended me.

63. I love every fan cam of Taeyong performing ‘Cherry Bomb’, that’s just his fucking song!

64. Oh and also, I have to mention that Mark and Taeyong performing ‘Mad City’ is one of the best things ever! I love that shit as well.

65. I love the pretty earrings he wears.

66. I love Taeyong in all the ‘Boss’ era outfits and I want everyone to freaking know that.

67. I love how he can make walking through an airport look like a runway fashion show.

68. I love how on stage he’s so charismatic and powerful and off stage he’s the cutest bub ever.

69. I love how he’s taken care of the Dreamies since they were young and how Jisung said he wanted to be like Taeyong when he grew up.

70. I love how when he’s with Johnny and Yuta, he’s suddenly the cutest baby.

71. I love how he lets his members tease him. I mean, they kept that TY Track joke going for a while and he always just laughed it off.

72. I love how he and Doyoung are always bickering.

73. I love how much he loves his nephew and how happy he is when he talks about him.

74. I love how much he’s come out of his shell since his debut days. I mean that cute Taeyong we know now wasn’t the image he was giving us during debut days.

75. I love that he’s comfortable in his body. And all you people who wanna comment on his, or anyone’s bodies, need to not. If he’s comfortable then that’s that.

76. I love how during his debut stages, Taeyong never ever slacked even when he was the only member who the “fans” wouldn’t cheer for.

77. I love how when a fan expressed that they missed OT10 while Winwin wasn’t promoting with NCT 127, Taeyong said that he did as well and that one day they’d all be together again. He also said not to be sad.

78. And as much as people want to act like NCT ignore WayV, I love how Taeyong mentions them during a lot of his lives.

79. And I love that when Winwin was added to NCT, Taeyong went out of his way to make him feel comfortable and to make sure he had the choreography down.

80. I love how the position of leader isn’t something he takes lightly. He monitors NCT’s performances and works with the staff to make them the best.

81. I love and admire how when Jungwoo was nervous backstage, Taeyong was there comforting him.

82. I love how Taeyong is slowly getting more involved in the production side of music. I think in the future he’s really going to give us even more gems and I’m looking forward to it.

83. I love when he allows himself to be confident in his skills, because he has every right to be.

84. We don’t hear it enough but I love Taeyong’s singing voice, and I hope I get to hear it more often.

85. I love his rapping style and I don’t care what you bitches try to say, I think he’s a freaking amazing rapper.

86. I love Taeyong’s lyrics. And I love how some are slightly suggestive, some are like an insight into his thoughts, some are just plain weird, but I freaking love them all. I love the fact that there’s a variety and that he can write about several topics.

87. I love how in My Van, he not so subtly tells people that being an SM idol doesn’t mean they have it easier or don’t work as hard as others.

88. I love the predebut song he performs with Kun and Doyoung, Switch Off. It’s a masterpiece and everyone needs to go listen to it!

89. I love how absolutely adorable and precious he looks when he pouts.

90. I love how when NCT wins an award or a weekly music show, Taeyong thanks, not only us, but the members families as well.

91. I love how Taeyong keeps post it notes that fans give him to read them back later.

92. I love how he tries his best to talk to fans during fansigns, even when the staff is rushing them

93. I love how big his eyes are and I like that they look like they’re shining.

94. I love the look on Taeyong’s face when he looks out into a crowd of fans.

95. I love watching him grow. I still remember watching Open the Door back in 2014 and becoming and instant fan! And to see how much he’s grown as a performer and person since that day, just amazes me.

96. I love how much his seniors adore him because he’s so respectful towards them. BoA, Yunho, and Heechul, just to name a few, talk great about Taeyong.

97. I love him because he literally pushes through the pain just to put on the best performance for us. He shouldn’t have to do that, but he does and I love him for always doing his absolute best despite the circumstances.

98. I love how Taeyong once said that it won’t be easy for us to like him and how now he’s learning to love himself and to let himself be loved by others.

99. I love how strong he is, because he puts up with so much and has put up with so much unnecessary hate since his debut.

100. I love how happy being his fan makes me. My world doesn’t revolve around an idol, but Taeyong is one of the few things in life that makes me happy. I’ll support him forever and alway!

#taeyong #happy taeyong day #happytaeyongday #nct #nct 127 #anyways this is cringe but i had to do something for taeyongs birthday

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letsnotdoanything · 4 years

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‘’Morning Coffee’’

Sorry I’m so late, I wasn’t home since friday and didn’t have much time to write...

However, I hope you’ll enjoy this late valentines day special!

Pairing: Bobby x Reader

Genre: Fluff (ofc, what else lol);

Song: iKON - My Type (if you want to request something similar, send me an ask with an idol and the name of their song!)

Words: 1.3K

You tied the strings of your light brown apron and started to grind the coffee beans immediately after. It was a Saturday morning, which meant that as soon as the clock would hit nine, customers would start coming in to begin their day with the best coffee in town and a side of freshly baked bagels or croissants.

You were working part-time in a caffé near the university you studied in. You thankfully didn't have anything scheduled for weekends, so you decided to allocate it to something useful for a change. This has led you to this small and cozy place ran by an adorable old lady named Susan. She was so sweet, the warmth radiating from her made you feel like a little girl visiting her loving grandma. You and all of your co-workers were calling her by name and fully trusted her; you knew that you can always turn to her with any issue.

You looked at the clock, which showed that it was 9:01 am, and smiled a little. You went to the front door to open it, letting in the warm spring breeze.

You could feel that it was going to be a good day, and nothing nor no one could ruin it. Even that annoying hipster Modern Art major who always ordered a half-sugar decaf latte with almond milk, whipped cream, and spices, and then rushed you because "he was already late". Especially not him.

A sound of the bell, which signalized that the first customer of that day just came, made you jump. However, you showed your professional (yet honest) smile and waved. "Good morning, what can I get for you?"

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After a long week of listening, writing, reading and studying, it was finally Saturday - time to take your mind of work and go out with friends, or, like Jiwon, sleep in and enjoy the free time by laying on the couch in your PJs.

Everything went as usual; after coming out of his bathroom he went straight to the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot, fragrant coffee to start his day. He poured filtered water into the coffee maker, put a pod inside and then clicked the power button.

Nothing happened, so he pressed it once more. And again.

"Why isn't it working?" He murmured under his breath, looking at the machine from different sides to see if everything was in place. "Ah, there it is," Jiwon said when he noticed the empty socket on the wall. He plugged in the cable and pushed the button again, happy that his weekend was saved and he could enjoy this sunny weekend morning.

Or at least that's what he thought.

"Oh, come on!" He slammed his hand on the wooden counter, what he immediately regretted after sharp pain spread through. He held it close to his chest and sighed, knowing that he had to go out if he wanted his morning coffee. Great.

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Going down the street, Jiwon kept wondering - why are all these people outside at this hour? Like, guys, it's Saturday.

"Maybe their coffee maker is broken too?" He thought. "That's a lesson for all of us - don't trust machines with important things, like coffee."

Luckily, there were a lot of restaurants and caffés near his campus, so it didn't take long until he stepped inside one of those. It warmly welcomed him with the smell of coffee beans and cinnamon, creamy walls and light brown sofas encouraged him to come further in. There were various kinds of coffee in the menu - black, Irish, flavored and more, so he decided to go a little fancier than the traditional flat white. "Let's go with a latte. But with caramel syrup? Or hazelnut? Oh, maybe-’’

"Hello, what can I get for you?"

He looked towards the source of this voice and almost let out a gasp when his gaze met with yours. Your green eyes were perfectly enhanced by your long, dark hair and subtle makeup while your pink lips formed a friendly smile, exposing a straight row of pearly white teeth.

Jiwon shook his head when he realized that he drifted away with his thoughts when one of the customers behind him tapped his arm, a little annoyed by his delaying.

"Uhm, y-yeah, can I get a... large caramel latte?" This sudden shyness got him surprised, he has always been a rather confident and bubbly person. He looked at you more closely when you typed the order on the cash register; you looked his age, were you studying at the same university? How come he's never seen you there? He sure would remember passing by someone so pretty.

"Is that all? Maybe you would want to try our banana bread? It's fresh out of the oven."

Jiwon's mind was still somewhere beyond the clouds when he responded, not really aware of the words coming out of his mouth - "Anything you want..."

He saw your confused expression and snapped back to reality, eyes wide open. "I-I mean, yeah, s-sure."

Seeing the other customer's impatient looks, you decided to let it go and quickly finish the order. After receiving the amount due you suggested for him to sit down beside the nearby table, where you would bring his order when it's ready.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Jiwon thought when he was already seated down. He's never been this awkward around anyone, even that girl he had a huge crush on in the 5th grade.

Well, maybe it was a sign that he should have gone outside instead of spending every Saturday watching documentaries in an old, dirty t-shirt?

He looked in your direction just when you picked up the tray filled with different beverages and started to give them out, walking around the little room.

Your sneakers under your thin ankles

A perfect harmony with your denim skinny jeans

Under your slightly big cardigan

Your falling, long, straight hair is so pretty

Jiwon's gaze drifted from your body to the window when you started to move towards him, only one glass and one plate left on the tray. He bit his lip nervously, trying to figure out how to rebuild from that poor first impression.

You soon approached him and placed the drink and food he ordered on the table, smiling politely.

Oh, oh, your delicate smile

Oh, oh, your eyes when you look at me

There is no flaw anywhere

There’s no time to be bored, you’re perfect

The boy smiled back, surprisingly confident, what encouraged him to take a step further and chat up. This time though, in order not to seem like a lost puppy, he thought over what he should say. He analyzed every pick-up line he learned during high school days and when he finally chose the right one, he looked up to see that you were not there.

Jiwon ran his eyes through the small caffé and spotted you standing back at the counter; a sight left his mouth as he placed his chin on his hand.

"You coward." He ridiculed his actions, feeling disappointed by his lack of confidence. He looked at the glass in front of him; he had already forgotten about the coffee he ordered and even the reason he came here - the broken coffee machine. His mood dropped even more when he realized that he would have to purchase a new one, which was a pretty big thing for an average student's wallet.

"If we're talking about money..." Jiwon thought and picked up the receipt from under the small plate with banana bread. He didn't even pay attention to the prices when the only thing on his mind was an adorable waitress, who ditched him in the end anyway. "5 bucks for coffee? Geez, are they making it from molten gold or something?"

Then, an odd shape shined through the thin paper he held in his hand. He turned it around and saw a short note written on its back.

‘‘If I only knew earlier, I would have broken that damn coffee machine a long time ago.”

You’re my type X

111-222-33

- Y/N

The translation is not mine!

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop drabble #ikon #ikon scenarios #ikon drabble #ikon reactions #ikon imagines #ikon bobby #kim jiwon #ikon fluff #kpop fluff

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A Series of Firsts (1-4/?) (Biadore) - doctor bitchcraftt

Adore and Bianca met in the workroom in 2013, but sometimes it feels like they’ve known each other forever. Series contains timestamped snapshots of “firsts” over the years.

1. Hugging

2. First impressions corrected (The Cincher Moment)

3. Falling asleep together

4. Sharing a bed

A/N: Yep, another series because I love writing around a central theme. Canon compliant suggestions for this always welcome :) Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt

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ONE: Hugging

The first time they hug is during the taping of the last episode of Drag Race, four alternate endings of who is going home and who makes it into the top three. It’s easier than Bianca thought it would be, the joy and heartbreak feeling all too real and less acted out. Their first hug is a messy group affair, joined by Courtney as Darienne walks away, followed by Darienne without Courtney, and then all four of them once the director calls cut.

Before that, there had been a couple of moments in the workroom or Untucked lounge when Bianca rested a hand on Adore’s shoulder or playfully bumped shoulders, but nothing like the full body squeeze they share on stage in front of a dozen cameras.

They exchange phone numbers (and Facebook accounts) that night, the producer’s rules of sequestration effectively ended. Adore is off back to Azusa the next day with a wave of tattooed fingers and promises to call. Courtney waves goodbye to Bianca and Darienne as they leave for the airport, and that, as Adore would say, is very much that.

Roy stares out the window for the entire six hour flight back to JFK. When he lands and turns his phone back on, there’s a text message to himself and two other numbers that he recognizes from less than twelve hours ago. Grinning, he saves it under ‘ABCD’ and heads off to baggage claim to wait for all five suitcases.

It’s the tenth of July, twenty thirteen. He doesn’t get to hug Danny again for almost six months, and it’s even longer before Bianca is officially reunited with Adore.

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TWO: First impressions corrected

The first time Bianca realized that there was more to Adore than her first impression was after hearing her sing for Shade: The Rusical.

The first few days, she’d categorized Adore as an angry young queen, rebellious for the sake of trying to be different. The Scream Queens challenge had left her thoroughly unimpressed with Adore’s obvious lack of preparedness, and the comment about not wanting to work with her seemed to have sealed the case against anything besides tolerating the competition. It hadn’t helped that she was bosom buddies with Laganja, who was rapidly not endearing herself to Bianca’s nerves by radiating self-absorbed arrogance.

She’d overheard Adore and Courtney in the workroom on the first day discussing their respective Idol experiences, and shrugged at the thought of them battling against each other on stage. It took more to be a drag queen than looks (Courtney) and non-conformity (Adore), so she expected that they’d have decent voices.

DeLa hadn’t thrown her off by assigning her a pageant queen role. Although she wasn’t going to admit to anything, the chance to sing again had been exciting, corset notwithstanding. RENT and Cabaret were five years in the past, and potentially even the last time her voice could handle the projection needed for a musical. Saving her ever-raspier vocal cords for drag seemed a higher priority, and Shade was more in her comfort zone than any of her fellow queens probably guessed.

Courtney was confident, a little pitchy, but overall sold her role with flair and youthful naivete during their half. Bianca sat backstage afterwards with careful composure, fingers smoothing the end of her Miss Sick'ning sash (fitting, considering her first drag role in Pageant) and watching the other girls fidget while they waited for the other group to finish before being allowed to de-drag and prepare for the runway. Their groups weren’t allowed to watch each other, but Lucian’s music carried in to the backstage holding area while the techs ran a sound check.

When the music started over, Bianca dropped the fabric she’d been fussing with.

Adore’s voice rang off the soundstage walls, projected farther and fuller than Courtney’s, with no trace of her workroom Valley girl intonation. The clarity and confidence as she hit each note held Bianca transfixed for a moment, surprising but perhaps not as unexpected as it should have been.

Bianca had no problem admitting she was wrong on principle. That kind of passion hinted at a far greater depth of heart than she’d given her credit for.

Later, as they all finally began to pull off wigs and corsets after the runway, she caught herself watching Adore in her slightly-too-short dress that looked like it came straight from the mall during prom season. For all of her contrariness, Bianca could tell that Michelle’s criticism of her figure bothered her more than Adore was letting on. She’d admitted to not bringing any kind of cincher at all, but instead of dismissing it as lack of preparation, she began to wonder if in fact the off-the-rack clearance specials and cheap wigs were all that Adore could afford.

Bending down to put her heels away, she caught sight of her “for emergencies” bag tucked onto the bottom shelf. Bianca pulled it over and started to dig through the supplies for every drag queen’s worst case scenario: extra wig, box of bobby pins, E6000, assorted rhinestones, razor and shaving cream, a sequined mini-dress, her spare pair of heels. At the bottom, she found what she was looking for and sat back with the item balanced on her knees.

Her usual corset (and its identical twin hanging from the clothing rack) extended from hip to padded bust, steel reinforced eyelets up the back and a zipper in front for easy removal. The cincher in her lap was several years old, not even a proper corset although its boning was sturdy. Bianca still carried it on the off chance something happened to both of hers, but mostly forgot it was even in her bag.

Glancing across the room at Adore’s bare back, she eyed the dimensions of her torso and compared them to her own. Larger, but not out of proportion - and whichever of her friends started that 'hog body’ nonsense deserved to be read to filth - meaning that the cincher with its elastic panels and lacing ought to fit.

Smiling in satisfaction, Bianca set the bundle of fabric next to her makeup case and continued de-dragging. Tomorrow was a new day in the workroom, and she had an offer to make.

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THREE: Falling asleep together

The first time they fall asleep together, they’re on Courtney’s couch in her posh Los Angeles apartment following a promo event for Drag Race. It’s not difficult to slip back into their on screen dynamic, nurtured by daily texts and occasional FaceTime conversations.

The three of them are celebrating with far too much champagne, accompanied by Bianca’s infectious giggles when Courtney trips over the ottoman and lands facedown in Adore’s lap. Eventually none of them can keep their eyes open any longer and they pass out in a tangle of limbs surrounded by piles of drag.

Sometime before dawn, Roy wakes up to find Shane halfway on the floor, arms wrapped around one of Danny’s legs. He's managed to stay mostly on the couch and Danny is spooning him.

When he stretches, Danny’s arm tightens around his midsection and he smiles before drifting back to sleep.

It’s early in twenty fourteen.

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FOUR: Sharing a bed

The first time they deliberately share a bed, Adore is coming off of a difficult breakup.

First love (or one of the firsts) is always the most painful, and Bianca rocks a heartbroken and drunk Danny on the floor of a hotel room somewhere in middle America.

Danny is clutching the velvet of her gown and shaking uncontrollably as he sobs. Bianca feels completely helpless. All she can do is hold on as tightly as possible, tucking Danny’s head against her padded chest and whispering words of understanding and comfort that she’s sure are going unheard.

The tears eventually subside into uneven hitching breaths, and she gently nudges the bottle of vodka out of reach.

She originally came up to get Adore to join the rest of the girls at the bar, wondering why she disappeared as soon as the show wrapped. Letting herself in when multiple texts went unanswered, Bianca found Danny curled into a ball of misery next to his open laptop, already well on the way to being completely drunk.

Danny’s eyes are swollen and red-rimmed when she makes him down half a bottle of water, then guides him gently into bed and pulls the covers up around his shoulders.

She thinks Danny is asleep by the time she’s finished cleaning up the mess in the next room and rapidly de-drags. Roy will have to wake up early and find his way back to his own room to pack, but he can’t bear the thought of Danny waking up alone.

He slips into the other side of the bed quietly, careful not to disturb the covers. Instead, he’s surprised when Danny rolls over and clumsily presses his damp cheek against Roy’s, whispering, “thank you” before falling asleep curled up at his side. Roy wonders the next morning if he dreamt it, but he can taste salt on his lips and Danny’s head is on his shoulder.

It’s twenty fifteen and the Battle of the Seasons tour is just getting started.

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #fluff #hurt/comfort #canon compliant #series of firsts #doctor bitchcraftt

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years

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Peachtober | Day 19: Childhood

Summary: As one of the members of a very popular performing arts middle school in Seoul, you have long decided not to try to be anything above average. The middle of the back was your home and you had never felt like moving until now. In your 12th year of life, your very popular

Reader Gender: N/A

Now you were a shy human. Not just an introvert, but you did your best to stay under the radar at all costs. Maybe you were the smartest in a certain subject, but you didn’t want to get that academic recognition. You just wanted to get through middle school as quickly as possible, then get through high school, and then go to a college in a different country. Some people wanted to make an impact in the world. Become a legend. Leave their mark.

All you wanted to do was survive.

And maybe get asked to the Costume Dance by Park Kangdae. His name really made sense as not only was he the cutest and most smart and kind boy in school, but his father was Park Jimin, a former idol. You stared as you changed your shoes to the school issued ones since he passed by. However he himself was nothing like his father, not super bubbly and cute but the complete opposite. A Bad Boy of sorts.

Infamous. Often got in trouble for not wearing a belt or not tucking in his shirt, but you adored him still. His hair was longer than most too. He was different. He stood out. He was beautiful and smart, a hard worker, but also way out of your league. Kangdae swore like a sailor no matter if teachers were around or not, but never ever in front of his father. All respect was to be earned with him.

“You know he’s not that big of a deal.” Said Chwe Sanghee, the daughter of Yoo Jeongyeon and Chwe Vernon.

It was no surprise that famous children were going to this school as it was a middle school designed to create future idols and actors. Generation after generation of idol families went here in the hope to recreate the success their parents had or even surpass them. There were a few exceptions, like you. However, you were glad that you didn’t come from a famous family because it made it easier to blend in to be average.

Heh, to be average in a school of born celebrities. This was reflected in every aspect of the school as nothing was broken for too long and the technology inside was nothing but top of the line, state of the art. All the programs on it also very expensive and paid for by the school. The building itself was also very nice. Always clean and spotless because it had janitors unlike most schools where the students were in charge of keeping it clean.

Not to mention the uniforms. Royal purple and the blazers were made out of silk. They were very genderfluid and the rules didn’t dictate who could and could not wear a skirt or pants which meant you wore pants all the time unless they started to chafe or annoy you. Also, the freedom of a skirt was fun. Of course, the shorts underneath were up to the students but had to be black. The socks that went into your school loafers had to be white, mostly white, or black.

Sanghee bent this rule to her will by wearing white socks with ribbons built into the design while you opted for regular white ankle high socks. Average. Kangdae always wore black socks.

“I heard he sticks gum underneath his desk.”

“He would never!” You said. “He’s way too nice for that.” you said as you threw your backpack over your shoulder.

“Well, it’s what I heard.” She replied.

You rolled your eyes, “Sanghee, you should be more careful about saying stuff like that. It could ruin his career before it’s even started. He could start being known for not caring about the property of others and then people will label him a delinquent and no one wants to work with a delinquent.”

Your long time friend pinched your cheek, “Cute little worry wort.”

At lunch, you sat with the brown haired beauty and couldn’t help but stare at the boy who had recently dyed his hair blue to play “Flounder” in the My Little Mermaid Jr. musical we were doing soon. He wanted to be an actor like his uncles Taehyung and Jin even though they weren’t his uncles by blood. A foreign girl with curly hair had gotten red braids put into her hair in order to play Ariel. She sat next to him, blocking your view of him.

You leaned over and nearly fell out of your chair, but Sanghee held you up, “I swear, Y/N. You should just ask him to the Halloween Dance since your crush on him is so big!”

“What? No? I...I couldn’t dare ask him to go with a nobody like me.” You said. “Anyways, he’s too popular. I can’t hang out with too many popular people or I might actually get noticed by people.”

“Do you honestly want to play a background character for the rest of your life?” The asked.

You nodded as if the answer obvious, “Yeah. I don’t have any too high expectations, and I make everything feel complete. That’s good enough for me.”

She sighed, “I don’t understand you, Bean Paste.” your friend called you the affectionate nickname because you had chosen it as a group name in elementary school for a sports competition. “But I respect ya.”

Then she ate the pizza crust you didn’t like because it was always too burnt. You asked how she did on the recent test and of course she landed in the top ten. As predicted, you had gotten 50th spot but were so close in getting 48 because of Lee Yun not doing as well as usual. Middle of the pack was the perfect place for you. However, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to spend one day with Kangdae.

Because of a bet you lost with your friend Sunghee, you would be going to the Costume Dance with her. Couple costumes but you got to choose what the two of you would be dressing up as. Because you had been into indie games as of late, you chose to be Sans from Undertale with Sunghee being Frisk. There was one thing that would make your outfit different than what you were hoping because of the theme this year was ‘Formal’

So, you simply wore your school dress shirt since it was white and a blue blazer with black shorts. White shoes and socks and then you painted a skeleton upon your face with your father’s help. Sunghee showed up in a blue and purple striped long sleeve dress with a layered skirt, blue tights and brown heels on. Her already brown hair was made short with the use of bobby pins and hair gel. You have her the locket from the game you had gotten after months of searching.

Because the person you were dressing up as had no hair, you simply slicked and pulled your hair back to make it smooth and flat. It’d be quite a bit of trouble to get it out later, but that was later. Your other father took your pictures and then sent you off with Sunghee’s butler. She was a nice 30 year old that had worked for her family for some time now because her parents were so busy.

When they were home, they did their best to spend time with their little girl. They would build collections to make sure they never felt too far away. Every once in a while, she’d get a seashell or a leaf from whatever country her parents were in at the time. Paris, New York, Vietnam, Egypt. They were all labelled in her bedroom too, type and year.

Soon enough, you were at the dance and sitting on the bleachers. Sunghee was talking with her other friends somewhere. This was the only downfall of not being known by many people and only having one friend, you felt rather lonely. Part of you wanted to go out and dance with someone, grab them by the hand and have a bit of fun. However, you were afraid.

“Hey, Sans?” Someone called.

You looked up and it was a young man dressed in a formal white suit with a red cape and matching boots. There was a blue and yellow cummerbund around his waist. Red gloves. Whoever it was, they were dressed as Papyrus!

“Can we take a picture together? Sunghee said this was your idea.” You knew that voice anywhere. Even in the dark room with blinding lights that rotated and the music being way too loud, you knew that it was Park Kangdae.

You just nodded and he sat next to you, taking his phone out. The both of you smiled and he took a few pics in succession. Then he asked if you wanted to dance. You nodded and he brought you to the middle of the dancefloor. Your heart couldn’t believe it. Actually getting to dance with your crush to mediocre pop music.

“Hey, by the way, what’s your name. Sunghee just said you were her friend.” He said brashly but that was just his way of talking.

“It’s Y/N.” You replied.

He moved his face closer to your’s, “WHAT?”

“Y/N!” You said louder. “Y/F/N, we have acting together.”

“Right, you play singing coral in the musical, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah, that’s me.”

Kangdae smiled and chuckled, “You’re really good at dancing in that dumb costume they have you in. I thought you were really cute during dress rehearsal on Wednesday when you rolled your eyes when Kim Heechul’s grandson messed up his line.”

He thought you were cute when you rolled your eyes!

“Oh, um. Th-thank you.” You replied, blushing. “I think you should have gotten the part of Prince Eric.”

You felt like you were standing out too much, but you wanted to talk to him since he was here dancing with you.

“Me too, but my cousin is more popular than I am. It’s no surprise that he got that part.” He replied.

His cousin was of course the child of Kim Namjoon’s first wife. She was like me, not a fan of the spotlight but in love with someone who lived in it. What was I thinking? I was only 12. Twelve year olds couldn’t be in love, could we? I just really really REALLY like Kangdae. He seemed to not hate me since we talked and danced for a few more songs together.

He even talked to me the days after the Dance. Although he knew I didn’t like being known, I told him the truth. It wasn’t so bad if he was the one who got to know me. He was really kind despite what everyone seemed to think Kangdae didn’t make me interact with others if I didn’t want to. His friends were nice too.

Maybe, just maybe if it was just a few people who knew me, it would be ok. I used to be scared to be known by anyone. Then Sunghee happened. Now Kangdae happened. Two other friends happened too. Right before Kangdae’s dad came to pick him up in person after the last play rehearsal before tomorrow’s show, he handed me a folded up note.

I opened it in the back of my dad’s car.

He liked me?

#Reader Insert #Child!AU #Parent!AU #Park Jimin #Yoo Jeongyeon #Chwe Vernon #Choi Vernon #Vernon Choi #Vernon Chwe

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