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gyuphorias · 2 years

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mixtape: on track — y. jeongin

synopsis → you've been yang jeongin's best friend for your entire life until you confess your feelings for him in your senior year of high school and he rejects you, leaving you devastated. in an attempt to move on, you agree to help your mutual friend kim seungmin with his student film, even though you know jeongin is involved in the project too. jeongin might swear up and down the wall that he's not jealous of how close you're getting with seungmin, but everyone else knows the truth.

pairing → yang jeongin/gn!reader/kim seungmin

genres → angst, fluff, hurt-comfort, high school au, love triangle au, unrequited love au, best friends to enemies to friends au

warnings → jealousy, swearing, crying

word count → 6.7k

note → thank you all for being so patient with me while i worked to release this fic for you guys. i posted the teaser several months ago, incredibly proud of the fact that i'd cranked out 4k words in less than two hours. however, afterwards, i was feeling burnt out and busy with school, spring break, and life. i couldn't bring myself to write anymore and the draft has sat in my drive since february. it's finished now, though, and i'm really excited to release it. i hope you enjoy it and think that it was well worth the wait because i do.

this is part of @planetdream and @hwaflms' universe collab!

KIM SEUNGMIN IS UNDENIABLY the sweetest person you’ve ever met in your entire life. he’s funny and kind and incredibly thoughtful, one of the best classmates you’ve ever had in any of your years at school. truthfully, he’s the first person you’ve really let into your life in a while and he hasn’t made you regret it (at least so far). in fact, he proves every day that he’s worthy of being in your life, even if he doesn’t know it, even if he’s completely unaware of the falling out you had with one of his friends, yang jeongin, months ago.

jeongin had been your best friend for years, the only thing from your childhood kept intact as you grew up and changed. you’ve been neighbors your whole life, your mothers are best friends, so it naturally followed that you and jeongin would be best friends too. and you had been from the time you could talk up until… well… recently.

you remember the exact day you’d realized that you had feelings for yang jeongin, real romantic feelings, and what he’d done to make you realize them because you’d written it down in your journal after you’d gotten home from school that day. it’d been a tuesday in april right after you’d started your first year of high school and you’d stayed after school to help clean up the classroom and as you were heading out, you realized it had started raining. there’d been nothing in the forecast about rain that morning, so you hadn’t brought an umbrella or anything. about to resign yourself to waiting for the rain to stop, jeongin, braces and all, bounded up to you, an umbrella in hand.

“crazy random storm, huh?” he’d asked, looking down at you, a goofy smile on his face. “anyways… you wanna walk home together?”

you’d told him that it was fine, that you’d wait out the storm, but he’d insisted. there was no telling when the storm would end and he didn’t want you getting home super late, especially in the dark. so, like a scene straight out of one of your favorite dramas, he’d opened the umbrella and held it up between the two of you, shielding the both of you from the rain. you’d looked up at him at one point and taken in his profile: his sharpening jaw, the easy slope of his nose, the soft expanse of his cheek. in the milky, paling sun, his skin glowed, blended into the background, made him look like he could have just walked straight out of a renaissance painting. it was the first time you’d thought that yang jeongin was absolutely gorgeous.

more so than that, you remember the exact day and the exact moment that you’d promised yourself that you would never again in your life call him your friend. you’d put off telling him your feelings until just a few months ago, halfway through your final year of school, because you were worried it would change everything between you; for better or worse, it didn’t matter. but you’d gotten to the point where you couldn’t hide it anymore: your heart ached when you were around him, your fingers itched to feel his own between them. you wanted so desperately to know what it was like to call him yours.

you’d accidentally confessed to him on a monday during your lunch break, lounging in the sun on the rooftop, your own private little paradise. it had been the rooftop where he’d comforted you through your first breakup, though he hadn’t known that you’d been dating the person in an attempt to get over him. it had been the rooftop where he’d held you for days on end as you struggled through personal issues, through academic stress, through just about everything. and vice versa, both of you unwilling to let the other suffer alone.

and it had been the rooftop where your relationship with jeongin had come to its untimely, explosive demise. unable to hold back any longer, you’d simply blurted it out during a stretch of silence, your eyes fixed unwaveringly on your food, refusing to spare him even the smallest glance. he’d choked a bit on his drink and had to take a few seconds to recover, coughing loudly, but when he’d finally started breathing properly again, you’d heard him as he turned to look at you, the uncomfortable sound of fabric sliding against fabric.

“you… what?” he’d asked and you could tell then and there that this was not going to turn out well. you didn’t have to repeat yourself and he didn’t need to say anything else because it was all right there in his voice, in the way he’d spoken to you just then.

“nothing… never mind,” you’d mumbled, picking at your food. “forget about it.”

“no,” he’d replied, turning entirely towards you, a hand coming out to grab your shoulder. “you don’t just get to drop something like that and then take it back.”

“okay, well i am, jeongin, so just forget it.”

when you finally turned to look at him, you couldn’t figure out why he looked so mad. was it because you liked him or was it because you were taking it back and closing off the subject, not willing to have a conversation? but did it really matter? he was angry regardless of the reason and you really didn’t want to find out.

“how the fuck am i supposed to just forget that my best friend just confessed to having feelings for me?”

you refused to say a single word, instead moving to gather up your things and leave. your stomach was turning something awful, the uncomfortable, chilly feeling of dread creeping into your veins. you needed to get out of there and fast, not prepared to deal with the situation that you’d caused.

“i don’t know, but figure it out,” you’d replied, voice quiet and faltering with the beginnings of tears. “i know you don’t like me back anyways and that’s fine, so just… just forget it. seriously.”

his hand closed around your upper arm and turned you to face him, his fingers twisted up in the sleeve of your blazer. his eyes were burning fiercely and you swear you’ve never seen him look so wild and upset about something before.

“how do you know that? you didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

you shook your head, trying to pull yourself out of his grasp. “i didn’t need to. your voice gave it away and you basically just admitted it. just let me go, jeongin. please.”

you could tell you’d backed him into a corner, that you really had picked up on the final word in his last question, the damning that. he’d let your arm go, his jaw set and his eyes darkening into something akin to boredom. he didn’t need to say anything else because, like you’d said, it was plainly written on his face; whatever the reason was, you just weren’t ever going to be his.

you’d gone through the rest of your day practically comatose, having spent your remaining energy crying in a bathroom stall for the rest of the lunch period. your friends (bless them) had tried desperately to figure out what was wrong with you, why your face was swollen and your eyes red, but your muted mutter of “nothing” was enough. they’d told you he didn’t deserve you anyways because you were destined for someone better and he didn’t know what he was missing out on.

except that he did know and he’d known for years. you’d spent the most formative parts of your lives attached at the hip and he knew every little secret, every tiny dream, every minuscule thing about you. he knew you more intimately than anyone had ever known you before and now, that was ruined. he was no longer yours to call best friend, no longer yours to meet up with on the roof to have lunch, to hold and comfort through terrible times.

and still yet, you’d forget what had happened, that jeongin was the one you’d had a falling out with, and you’d find yourself wanting to reach out to him, missing the warmth of his arms around you as you cried. you’d find yourself with the beginnings of his name or the nicknames you’d given him on the tip of your tongue. and then you’d remember and it would come flooding back again, the pain renewed and the wounds reopened.

and no matter how much your other friends tried, they would never replace the hole left in your life. you loved them, but they weren’t him and they never would be him.

but now you have seungmin, or at least, you’d like to think you do. he makes you laugh and you love the way he smiles, his eyes aglow. he waits for you before and after school at the front gate so you can walk to and from school together, as far as your paths will allow. he buys you snacks and makes sure you’re drinking water throughout the day. perhaps most importantly, he’s become your designated lunch buddy, shacking up in an empty classroom to chat and laugh and share meals.

presently, you’re sitting together, sharing the lunch that his mom packed for him today, and he’s reading the synopsis of the short film he’s working on. he’s told you before that he’s always wanted to make a short film during his final year of high school, like a send-off for him and his friends, and now he’s in the works to accomplish that dream. he’s in the process of finalizing the script and he’s already got his other friends involved.

“so minho’s character has a crush on this girl and jeongin’s character is getting left behind by him.”

he keeps talking, but when you hear jeongin’s name mentioned, you freeze. it’s been months since you’ve spoken a word to him, but you think about him every single day. you almost forgot that you’re no longer friends and haven’t been for at least two months, and you definitely glossed over the fact that seungmin is still friends with him. that entire group is.

but because seungmin shows no reaction to the way you react, probably too caught up in his explanation of plot details and breaking off into a tangent, you’re sure that he still has no idea. why would he? jeongin introduced you to his group of friends and after you had that fight, you still hung out with them like there wasn’t any issue at all. and because there’s never been any mention of it, you assume that he never told them and you definitely haven’t because you like his friends a lot and you’re worried that admitting to it means they’ll take jeongin’s side and stop hanging out with you.

“anyways, i was wondering if you’d wanna help out with it,” seungmin says, breaking you out of your reverie. “most of the roles are covered, but… i don’t know. you don’t come around as much as you used to and it’d be fun to hang out again, all nine of us. you could be my personal assistant or something. we can find something for you to do.”

when you look up at him, you’re met with his eyes, deep and dark and so, so soft. he’s looking at you and if you were stupid, you’d think he’s looking at you a little hopefully. there’s some part of you that thinks it’s just as he says: he wants the group to hang out again like you used to just a few months ago. but there’s another part of you that desperately wants to believe that he wants to spend more time with you personally.

“are you sure? i don’t really have any experience with film and stuff. i wouldn’t want to be stepping on anyone’s feet or ruin the project…”

seungmin shakes his head, a comforting smile on his face. “we’re all amateurs and we’re all learning, so you wouldn’t even have to worry about it. jisung’s still struggling with working lights and stuff. really, i’d love for you to join the team. we all would.”

he looks at you so earnestly, his doe eyes bright and round and (you’re still thinking) hopeful, and you can’t find it in yourself to deny him. you’re apprehensive, of course, but with seungmin seemingly so excited about the idea of getting to spend time with you again, you don’t want to say no. out of everyone from that group, you’ve definitely missed him the most. with him being jeongin’s closest friend (once having been second only to you), you just couldn’t bring yourself to be around him, knowing that you’d have to see jeongin too.

calming yourself with the idea that you won’t have to spend any one-on-one time with jeongin, you smile back at seungmin and nod. “it sounds like a fun time, minnie. i’m in.”

“JEONGIN, STOP PEEKING THROUGH the window like that. you look like a creep,” hyunjin scolds, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the hall. he’s too entranced with his phone, not even bothering to look up at his friend. he doesn’t need to though because he knows exactly what jeongin’s doing.

“when did seungmin and [name] get so close?” the younger one asks, stepping away from the door and leaning on the wall next to it. he tilts his head back against the cinderblock and closes his eyes, trying to clear his mind. “i mean, really. we stop being best friends, so they move onto my next closest friend? it’s like… what the hell, you know?”

“he asked them to help on the film as his personal assistant. of course they’re getting close,” hyunjin answers, though not at all rudely. rather, his voice carries more of a matter-of-fact tone. “besides, you guys stopped being friends months ago and you haven’t tried to reach out since then. i don’t really think you have the right to be jealous.”

“how many times do i have to tell you i’m not jealous, hyunjin?” jeongin questions, his voice carrying some bitter heat. “i’m just feeling a little… i don’t know! it’s just not fair that they’re spending all their time together.”

hyunjin finally looks up, but jeongin wishes he hadn’t because he’s raised one of his eyebrows and his eyes hold some of that all-knowingness. hyunjin is too smart to let jeongin pull the shade over his eyes and make him believe his lies, no matter how small they might be. he catches onto all the little meanings of things, a lot more observant than people tend to give him credit for.

“i hate to break it to you, kid, but that sounds a lot like jealousy to me.”

jeongin groans and tips his head forward, burying his face in his hands. he knows hyunjin is right because hyunjin is always right, most times almost infuriatingly so. however, hyunjin is the only one who he’s explicitly told what happened, but only because he’d picked up on the tension between you two and had questioned him about it. he’s also the only one who knows that since you stopped being friends, jeongin has come to realize a lot about himself and the role you play in his life, how he’s been hollow since you left him alone on that rooftop.

“you’re right, i know. i just… i don’t know how i can get them back. they’re moving on with seungmin and maybe that’s for the best. he’d treat them better than i ever could, than i did.”

his friend crosses the narrow hall in three long strides and rests a hand on his shoulder, fingers curling almost comfortingly into his arm. “this is the perfect opportunity to at least try. it might be your only opportunity. if you want them back that bad, then you’ll make it work, but you’re going to have to prove it to them.”

jeongin nods, looking down at his feet, scuffing the heel of his sneaker against the floor. once again, like always, hyunjin is undoubtedly, entirely correct. he thanks hyunjin for the advice and then they turn to head down the hallway together. as they round the corner, the classroom door slides open, and you and seungmin walk out together, his arm slung over your shoulders as you laugh at something he said. jeongin stops for a moment, watching you wistfully as you look up at your new best friend like you used to look at him. he starts moving only because hyunjin tugs on his sleeve.

when you left jeongin on that rooftop just a few months ago, he’d been angry with you at first. who knew how long you’d been harboring feelings for him, how long you’d been hiding them. you were his best friend, for fuck’s sake. you had always told each other everything, so for you to hide something that big from him for so long was… upsetting, to say the least. he didn’t return your feelings (at least, not then), but for you to drop such a secret on him and then refuse to have a rational conversation with him about it… how else was he supposed to feel?

and for a long time after that, he’d held a grudge against you. but eventually, anger melted into melancholy and then into desolation. his mornings and afternoons felt empty because you weren’t there with him, laughing at his jokes and playfully bickering with him about which street vendor sold better tteokbokki. he missed your texts in the middle of class when you couldn’t focus and in the middle of the night when you couldn’t sleep. and what it all boiled down to was the fact that he just missed you. he missed everything about you and when he caught himself thinking about how much he missed your laugh and your smile and your carefully placed attention, he realized that he was suddenly returning those feelings and it had taken your sudden departure for him to realize how much you really meant to him.

but he’d been too proud weeks ago to reach out to you and ask to talk about things. you’d really hurt his ego and he wasn’t looking to start another fight because he’d also come to realize that he hated fighting with you too. it took a lot of self reflection to come to the fact that he had probably hurt you way worse than you had hurt him.

and then seungmin had announced that you’d be joining the team for his short film and jeongin’s heart had just about stopped. he was literally being handed the opportunity to make up with you and confess his feelings, but the idea of being face to face with you again after months of radio silence was daunting. still, he wanted to talk to you, but every chance seemed to slip through his fingers because you’d dash away the second he started approaching or seungmin would call you over for help with something.

now, having conducted some spy work, he’s got the reason why: you’re moving on or seem to be, at the very least. he should be glad that you are because you were sad for so long after your falling out and he knows that seungmin is a good guy, that he’d take such good care of you. but there’s some part of him that just can’t get behind the idea because he likes you and you liked him before you liked seungmin.

all he knows is that before this project wraps, he has to get you back.

THE SUNLIGHT IS PALE, a product of the sun setting as afternoon fades into evening. school let out about an hour ago, but you’re still on campus, helping seungmin with the to-do list you’d helped him put together during lunch. it’s long, taking up almost the entire memo pad you’d written it on. most of it is gibberish to you because you don’t know many film terms, but it’s completely decipherable to seungmin, so you don’t question it.

instead, you let him direct you on where to go, what to do. you know you’re not well-versed in this kind of work, not like he is or chan and changbin are, but he’s gentle with you, something adjacent to sweet and doting. his voice is even and kind, spelling things out for you in a way that doesn’t make it seem like he’s being condescending, just helpful. with a comforting hand on your shoulder, he tells you that you can always ask him or anyone else for help if you need it, to not be afraid of it because he knows it can be overwhelming.

“it’s nothing super intensive or anything, i promise,” seungmin says, looking over at you. he’s spent the better half of the last few minutes explaining how a gimbal camera stabilizer works. “all you really need to do is make absolutely sure that the camera is secure so that when hyunjin uses it later, there isn’t any chance of it falling or something. also, once i’m done going over the lines with minho and chaewon, would you mind blocking the scene with me? just kind of show them how i want them to move in this scene. words can only do so much, you know?”

with his big, shining brown eyes and his pretty, bright smile, all of his attention focused solely on you, you can’t bring yourself to deny him. even if you weren’t starstruck by how genuinely adorable he is, you wouldn’t say no to him. you’ve really enjoyed working closely with seungmin like this and his love for film has almost rubbed off on you, so any chance to learn a little more (or more a very thinly veiled chance to spend just a moment more alongside him) is welcomed with widely opened arms.

“yeah, of course! no problem, min,” you reply, returning his smile and hoping it is just as bright and pretty as his is.

if at all possible, his smile gets even wider and he reaches a hand up to give you a head pat. before you can protest or try to give him a taste of his own medicine, he dashes away, giggling a little and trying hard to not trip over the cords for the lights and boom mic, glancing back over his shoulder once he reaches minho and chaewon. you’re left in his wake, stifling a giggle behind your hand and rolling your eyes, knowing he can see you.

when you finally turn to the gimbal stabilizer to follow through on what seungmin asked you to do, you can feel a gaze searing into the back of your shoulder. if looks could kill, you’d have been dead weeks ago, all at the demand of yang jeongin. when you agreed to become seungmin’s p.a., you knew it would entail spending extended time around jeongin, someone you hadn’t actively been around for the last couple of months; however, it also meant you would get to spend an extended time around seungmin (and of course, the rest of the friend group that you hadn’t really been around for a while). you didn’t care about how incensed jeongin was about you joining the team; it wasn’t his project, so he couldn’t call the shots and if he was mad about seungmin’s decision to bring you on, then he could complain about it as much as he wanted.

from the very first shooting session you were on, you could see how he was always eyeing you, though the emotion there was indistinct, unclear. you had always made a concerted effort to keep your distance from him. agreeing to be on the team meant that you were going to have to be around him, but it didn’t mean you had to torture yourself by giving him your time of day outside of the singular interactions seungmin asked you to have with him. you never got closer than you needed, never spoke more than you had to, never purposefully looked longer outside of obligatory eye contact and accidental glances. as such, you’ve relegated yourself to becoming used to the glares and the near constant feeling of jeongin’s gaze; as long as he wasn’t trying to speak to you outside of those necessary actions, then you could deal with him.

you check one, two, three, four times that the camera is secure on the stabilizer, knowing you can never be too sure that something is safe and secure (at the beginning of your time as seungmin’s p.a., jisung had looked away for just a couple of seconds and his lighting setup had been knocked over, which you’d helped clean up and fix). as you’re carefully setting the camera back down, you hear the telltale sound of footsteps approaching. you stay hunched over the camera, unwilling to come face to face with jeongin; you know it’s him because he’s tried to approach you several times and you’ve always refused to entertain him and his attention. whatever he has to say, he had the chance to say it in the weeks following your fall out, when you would stay up late just hoping for a text message from him; now, the idea of making up with him just leaves a sour taste in your mouth, either out of anger, spite, or still burning sadness that things with him will never go back to what they were before.

just as he begins the first syllable of your name, seungmin calls you. when you look up, the boy is waving you over to him, minho, and chaewon, no doubt ready to block out the scene with them to make sure his vision was captured perfectly. you smile and stand to your full height, rolling your shoulders back to work the tension out. jeongin attempts to say your name again, but you’re already moving away from him, glancing minutely over your shoulder to see that he was reaching out a hand towards you.

there’s a part of you that wants to make up with him, sure. ever since you walked away from him, there’s been a strange hollowness in your life, unable to be filled by anyone or anything else. you miss him and the things he brought to your life, and you want him and that life back. but you’re also still angry at him for the way he’d treated you, like you’d done something so much worse than just having a crush on him. regardless, the whole thing was irreversible; you’d made a decision (albeit an unconscious one) and you’d blown it all to hell. even if there was a chance at redemption, it was long passed now, a choice that was no longer on the table because of inaction and pride.

the whole time you help seungmin block the scene for the two leads, you’re distracted by jeongin. you can’t even enjoy the feeling of seungmin’s hand resting in your own.

“HEY! COULD YOU WAIT UP for a minute? i wanted to talk to you about something,” seungmin calls after you as you’re walking down the front drive of the school grounds, your backpack slung over your shoulder and your mind deadset on going home and watching some netflix before you get some studying done.

you stop and turn to look at him, watching as he jogs down the brick pavement to catch up. the sun is setting behind the treeline and the way the dying golden rays are hitting him make him look iridescent, like he’s sparkling from the inside out, already gorgeous skin now gilded by the sun. kim seungmin looks absolutely beautiful right now and you’re completely taken by him.

you bring a hand up to fidget with your backpack strap as he finally approaches, his jog slowed into long, easy strides. you finally answer his question. “sure, what’s up?”

the boy scratches the back of his neck and looks down at his shoes as you continue strolling down the walkway together. he’s a nervous guy, but you’ve never seen him quite so on edge and you wonder what’s got him all wound up. though, when you start to wonder if you should as him if he’s alright, he speaks, a jumble of words that takes you a few moments to parse through and unscramble.

“listen, i was thinking… and it’s alright if you don’t feel the same way, i promise… but, i was thinking that since we’ve, y’know… started spending so much time together, maybe we could hang out… without the movie and the others. just the two of us.”

you stop walking and your stomach lurches, completely taken aback by his words. if you read anymore into it, you’d think that-

“it’s just that i really, really like you and i have for a while and i’d really like to take you out on a date some time. but like i said, it’s completely fine if you don’t feel the same way. i won’t be upset or anything.”

there’s some little part of you that feels guilty because seungmin is still jeongin’s friend and it feels a little wrong to agree to go out on a date with him, but still, there’s a bigger piece that likes seungmin so much, that always kind of has liked seungmin. and here he is, confessing his feelings to you, his eyes warring between hope and despair as he waits for you to give him an answer, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sweater vest.

you give him your answer.

you turn to leave.

and jeongin is standing at the front gate, his eyes trained on you.

waiting.

“WHAT WERE YOU AND SEUNGMIN talking about?” jeongin asks as you approach him, his voice light and airy. it sounds too carefree, too easy, like you didn’t stop being friends nearly five months ago.

“why’s that any of your business?” you ask, not even bothering to stop so he can walk beside you. he doesn’t deserve the honor of waiting for him to catch up like you’d bestowed upon seungmin just a few minutes ago.

“uh… because you’re both my friends and i’m nosy.”

it takes everything in you not to round on him right there and give him the shake down. friends? what the fuck is he talking about? you stopped calling jeongin your friend five months ago and he hasn’t so much as tried to contact you since then. why is he acting and talking like you’re still partners in crime?

“since when were we friends again, yang?” you question, voice laced with as much malice as you can manage. you’re sounding bold, but you feel like you could cry, so many feelings taking over your chest that you feel overwhelmed and nervous. he hurt you bad and he knows that, so why is he trying to slide his way back into your life like nothing fucking happened, especially when he knows how you felt about him? doesn’t that mean anything to him? “we stopped talking months ago and you haven’t tried to even do so much as say hi to me in the hallway.”

you hear him mutter to himself, something along the lines of “i can’t do this anymore,” before he’s grabbing at your arm like he did all those months ago and turning you to face him. the expression he wears is just as wild as it was when you confessed, but this time it’s more desperate than mad. it’s not a look you’ve seen on him in all of your years of knowing him because he’s never been desperate for anything.

“listen, i know… i know you’re still mad at me and i know that i really, really fucked things up that day and then every day after by not reaching out, but… god, my life is so dull without you in it and i should have figured this out a long time ago, but i like you. and i am so sorry about what happened and i should have come to apologize once i’d calmed down, but i didn’t and i’m so fucking stupid for that, i know.”

jeongin’s eyes have gone from desperate to downright sad, tears pooling so much that his eyes have gone glassy. and with the way your vision is going blurry too, you assume you must look the same.

“so just… please tell me i’m not too late… for anything at this point. please. if you’re going to date seungmin, that’s fine. i just need to know that i’m not too late to make things up to you because i need you back in my life. you’re… you’re still my best friend.”

you’re hugging jeongin before you can even realize that the idea had crossed your mind, your arms going tight around his neck as you pull yourself into him. it feels like it takes no time at all for him to return the favor, his own arms wrapping around your back, pressing you against him as one hand comes to cradle the back of your head. his fingers twist into your hair and you feel him sob against your shoulder.

“i told him i’d think about it,” you say, your voice raspy and thick with tears. it’s a struggle to get the words out. “i told him that even though i liked him, i still had feelings for someone else that i needed to work through. he’ll be expecting an answer from me.”

jeongin sobs again, but this time, it sounds more like a laugh than anything. you don’t really care what it actually is because you have him back after months of not talking to him. his arms tighten around you and you rub the space between his shoulder blades, pressing warm lines into him in the hope that it calms him down.

“i’m sorry,” he says eventually, still holding you against him.

“i’m sorry too,” you respond, leaning your head against his before pulling away to look at him. with your vision clear once more, you can tell just how much of a mess your friend looks and you can’t help but laugh a little tearfully, moving your hands to wipe clumsily at his cheeks. “i shouldn’t have hidden my feelings from you and i shouldn’t have left the rooftop like that. i’m really, really sorry, jeongin.”

he shakes his head and mimics your behavior from just a few moments ago, smiling as he wipes your own tears away, his thumbs gently brushing them from your eyelashes. “i shouldn’t have gotten mad at you like that and i definitely shouldn’t have ignored you afterwards. if i could change everything i did that day, i would.”

you nod in agreement, letting your head fall forward to rest against his collarbone, completely exhausted from the amount of emotional turmoil you’ve been through in the last five minutes or so. having feelings for people is so tiring, you conclude, but maybe this is the start of things going back to normal. you’ve missed jeongin so much and even though you’re still very much upset with him, you can begin to feel it ebb away.

“i’m still mad at you.”

he chuckles and your head shakes a little, in tandem with his shoulders as he laughs. one of his hands rubs lines into your back. “i know, but i wanna fix it… if you’ll let me.”

you nod and draw a deep breath, backing away from him a few steps. you can see the way his eyes alight in a fearful way and then soften immediately as you reach up to push his shoulder with one hand while you wipe at more tears with your other, he catches your hand in his, laughing that cute, dopey little laugh of his as he closes his fingers around your palm.

“i don’t know think we can go back to the way things were, but… start by buying me tteokbokki?” you ask, curling your own fingers against his hand and turning, tugging him along behind you. you can hear him laugh a little and you can picture the way he rolls his eyes because he knows you’re going to really play up this “making it up to you” thing.

“i don’t know if it’s worth all of that…” he remarks playfully, finally falling in step beside you. when you look at him, he pointedly turns his head away like he’s upset you even considered the idea that he’d buy you a snack, but you can see the smile he wears, the way the corner of his lips curl upwards. you missed that way more than you’d ever admit.

BONUS

“are you going to go on that date with seungmin?” jeongin asks as you sit at a table across from each other. he pushes a couple of pieces of tteokbokki in the dish towards you.

his tone is a little indiscernible, wavering strangely between sadness and friendliness. when you said you weren’t sure if things would go back to the way they were, your feelings for each other were included: while time away from each other hadn’t dulled them, you wanted to focus on being friends with him again rather than jump into a relationship. plus, you deserved a chance to see how things could go with seungmin; you had come to like him a lot in the months of jeongin’s absence.

“maybe… i’m not sure yet,” you answer, munching indifferently on the snack he’d treated you to. “do you think i should?”

“as the guy who has a crush on you or as your best friend?”

“both,” you reply, even though you know what he’ll say in both roles. you just want to hear him say it.

jeongin sighs, almost as if he’s deep in thought and pondering his answers. it’s the kind of playfulness you missed in the wake of his (temporary) departure from your life. as upset as he had made you months ago, he had apologized for everything and expressed serious, genuine interest in making things right. when you’d missed him so much, you found that there wasn’t much resistance in inviting him back into your life.

“well, as the guy who likes you, i’d obviously say no because i want the chance to go on a date with you instead, but… as your best friend, i know seungmin likes you and i know he could treat you well. and i know that i don’t really deserve that chance after everything that’s happened, at least not right now, so… i think you should do it.” he pauses, once again playing up the expression of deep thought. “besides i have some insider info.”

you stop midchew, looking up at him so fast, you almost give yourself whiplash. your eyes narrow at him as you stare him down. he has that dumb, shiteating grin on his face.

“what do you mean, insider info?” you ask once you swallow your food.

he turns his nose up and looks away, crossing his arms over his chest. he’s trying so hard to make it seem like he’s not divulging any secrets that seungmin may or may not have told him.

“yang jeongin, so help me god…” you say, lightly kicking his shin under the table.

before you know it, he’s standing up, grabbing his backpack from the ground beside his chair, and taking off. when the hell did he get so fast? you struggle to get up, but eventually, you do and you begin to chase after him. he’s stopped at the corner of the road, waiting for you to catch up to him. your backpack bumps wildly against your side as you run to get him.

“jeongin, what did seungmin say to you!” you call as you close in on him, determined to get the information. instead of answering, jeongin laughs and turns away, once again bolting down the sidewalk.

“if you wanna know, you’ll have to catch me!”

as annoying as he can be, you did truly miss jeongin and the oddly timed spontaneity he brings to your life. even though your chest is heaving and your legs burn with the effort of running, you laugh in spite of it all, glad to have this back, have him back. your life really wasn’t complete without him.

and maybe there is a universe where you remain friends with jeongin and become lovers with seungmin, living the rest of your life in perfect harmony. but that isn’t this universe, you’re sure of it.

#yang jeongin x reader #jeongin x reader #jeongin angst #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids angst #skz angst #🌕 — full moon #🌕 — stray kids

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spaceorphan18 · 7 months

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Glee Musical Retrospective: Hell-O Extras

Don't Rain on My Parade (Instrumental)

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I couldn't find the actual scene - but I found this really fun karaoke version in case you guys wanna play at home ;)

Anyway... this song plays in the background of the opening scene when Rachel, Mercedes, and Kurt are all walking in the hallway. It's the only song that isn't related to the word 'hell' and is really a nod to the previous group of episodes, their sectionals win, and the fact that Rachel believes she's now a star -- her own triumphant music playing in her head. Of course that all comes crashing down as they get slushied, but it's a nice opening touch.

It's also quite the energetic and provocative piece even without the vocals and gives the reentrance of the show some oomph. I recommend taking a moment and just singing it for yourself! ;)

Hello, Again

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Will and Emma dance to Neil Diamond's Hello, Again. I find it kind of interesting that they didn't let Will sing this to her -- and for that matter, Will (and Emma) don't have any songs to sing together this episode -- which shows the departure of the story from the adult world.

I think this is a really nice song for them, though. The lyrics reflect a man who's happy to be in the arms of his love and friend -- and the scene kind of does the meta'ing for you, actually. It's gentle and calm and kind of reflects the friends-turned-lovers relationship that Will and Emma have taken. Plus, the dancing together is somewhat reminiscent of those old school romantic films.

What I don't totally buy is that it's Will and Terri's prom song. Not only do I not buy that teens in the mid-90s would be into Neil Diamond, but I'd bet Terri would be much more vocal and dominating about that kinda thing. But it does very much reflect Will and his personality, so who knows.

I do think it reflects that the writers often write Will as being much older than he actually is -- since a lot of their choices often reflect someone who grew up in the late 80s. But I digress...

Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

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Oh my gosh, this scene.... lol

I can see why they cut it. I mean, it was probably for time more than anything, but I feel like this whole sequence really highlights how Rachel and Jesse 'get' each other. It might also be a lot -- too much too fast, especially when Finchel was a tirelessly slow burn over the previous 13 episodes -- so it's a bit head spinning.

But I do like the scene overall. The song is about growing up -- and discovering your sexuality -- though in the most theater kid way (which makes it kind of funny, tbh). And it's interesting to me -- that while Finn was the subject of Rachel's idolatry, Jesse is a very realized romantic partner for her. And I wonder if one reason they cut it is that it undermines the overall Finchel story when Rachel and Jesse click in a way that Rachel and Finn never have.

(I also wonder if this scene is too similar -- though in a more childish way - to the upcoming Like A Virgin montage that will be coming in the next episode - another reason they probably cut it.)

Anyway, the song is cute, but is a minor inlay of the major fabric of the St. Berry romance.

#the great glee rewatch #so's musical retrospective #glee #glee music

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halseyquinn · 2 years

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Does anyone else want to discuss the concept art scenes of “Encanto” that didn’t make it into the final film? Because I do! Yesterday I looked them up on YouTube (just search for “Encanto deleted scenes”) and I definitely need to talk about them. I tried to concentrate on the three major scenes, but the post still got pretty long, whoops! ;)

!Spoiler warning for the “deleted”/concept art scenes of Encanto!

First, there is the scene where Mirabel follows Isabela into the woods only to discover that the latter wanted to secretly meet up there with her boyfriend, that apparently nobody knows about. The boyfriend, Bubo, seems rather quirky (e.g. dressing up in a jaguar costume so that he can “safely” wait for Isabela in the jungle without getting eaten), but Isabela confides in Mirabel that he’s the only one who can see her (and except her) the way she really is. Apparently the two of them had also planned to run away together.

I don’t know whether this idea was meant to be a part of the final Encanto plot we got to see in the movie or rather belonged to a completely different story-line. It certainly would have fit into the final story, too and could have helped to highlight the fact that Isabela never wanted to marry Mariano. I personally prefer the other story-line though, since I think it helped portray Isabela’s character even better, especially the fact that she was willing to marry someone simply for the sake of her family, even though she might not have wanted to marry (a guy) at all. I do like the character of Bubo though - he’s really funny and it would have been nice for Isabela to have had at least one person that accepts and likes her unconditionally. Maybe he could have been her best friend or something...although I think she actually is the way she is in the final movie exactly because she doesn’t have someone to confide in and feel genuinely comfortable around, so...

Another thing about Bubo though: Besides the fact that apparently the background music that we hear when Mirabel chases Bruno in the final movie is the same that was originally meant for the scene where Mirabel follows Isabela into the jungle, I couldn’t help but feel that quite a lot of Bruno was inspired by Bubo (even their names sound similar!). Both are a bit quirky - Bubo wears the jaguar costume and even added the fitting *smell* (and yes, this means exactly what you think it means) and Bruno pretends to be Hernando/Jorge, hides behind plants and writes rat telenovelas. Both are also extremely warmhearted and genuinely likeable. I also thought that Bubo looked a bit like Bruno (including the hood of the jaguar costume/”Hernando”).

Then there’s the absolutely heartwarming scene where Mirabel has to stay at home with Agustin and Felix and the three of them do household chores together. Agustin genuinely tries to lift Mirabel’s spirit and make her understand her own importance despite her lack of a special “gift”. Meanwhile, Felix is, well...Felix, that means lots of fun and shenanigans, but also a good deal of warmheartedness. I really loved this scene, because it felt so completely natural that the three “outsiders” of the family would spend a lot of time together and bond over that. I also thought that it helped portray Agustin as good father (and Felix as a good uncle) - in the final movie I sometimes felt like Mirabel’s parents somehow didn’t support her enough. Then again, Mirabel’s character, her thoughts and feelings in the final movie would definitely make more sense if she grew up without much (emotional) support from anyone.

In this scene we also see the original character design of Pepa as an indestructible daredevil. I read somewhere that this was eventually considered too similar to Luisa’s powers and I totally agree that her weather powers fit the general theme of generational trauma better. An indestructible, super powerful and both physically and emotionally strong character wouldn’t have fit into the rest of the troubled family.

During the “chores”-scene we also learn more about the circumstances of Bruno’s (originally “Oscar’s”) disappearance with Agustin stating that he was “sensitive” and Felix hinting at a quite heavy argument between Oscar/Bruno and Abuela, the latter having stated that if he went away he’d be “dead to her” and him shouting back “I wish I was”. Although I can understand that they didn’t keep that part for a children’s movie since it is pretty dark, I kinda would have liked to see a real confrontation between Abuela and Bruno? I feel like it would totally have been “in character” for him (since we see in the final movie that he can get angry) and would also have given him a bit more “agency” or “self-efficacy” than just quietly vanishing and hiding from her. And his name? Although Oscar would certainly have been a nice name, too, I personally prefer “Bruno” - this name sounds somehow softer and just fits his character design perfectly :)

The third major scene shows an alternative concept of the part where Abuela goes to find Mirabel after the collapse of Casita. For one, Abuela is portrayed way more frail, which probably wouldn’t have fit the final movie where she is this strong and strict matriarch. From what I understood, in this story-line the big argument took place between Mirabel and her mother instead of her grandmother and the former seemingly got injured when Casita was destroyed. Abuela then went to look for Mirabel in the city where she and Pedro originally came from. I found it quite heartbreaking to see the frail old woman show Mirabel’s photo to the passers-by without anyone trying to help her. Her search finally leads her to a mural showing a painting of Pedro with the words “To love at all is to love entirely”, apparently in commemoration of his sacrifice. When she later finds Mirabel, she admits having disappointed Pedro, who truly understood the meaning of love, which she didn’t. The scene in itself is much longer than the one in the final film. I personally would have liked to see Abuela putting real effort into looking for Mirabel and admitting her own mistakes more clearly. I was never really satisfied with how the conflict between Abuela and Mirabel, but also Abuela and the rest of the family was dealt with in the movie, feeling that this scene should have been longer and more in-depth, since it is the most important part of the movie. Then again, a roughly 90-minute-movie with a rather intricate plot can’t go that much into detail.

I personally found it really interesting to dig up these “deleted” or concept art scenes of Encanto, because they also provide much insight into and background information about the final movie.

I’d love further discussions about these scenes, so please comment/reblog and tell me what you think about them! :)

#Encanto #Encanto theory #Encanto Bruno #Bruno Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Alma Madrigal #Felix Madrigal #Agustin Madrigal #Isabela Madrigal

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shadowdemon-esq · 1 year

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Thor: Love and Basketball

Thor was dribbling his ball like nuts. He was basketball player now.

"oh yeah im gonna make a basket I love making baskets" said Thor as he threw the ball epically

Ball went in hoop.

"WOOOO I LOVE MAKING BASKETS!"

"Thor! Thor! It's me funny rock man Korg!" Said Korg.

"woah" said Thor.

"hello it is me funny beer woman Valkyrie" said Valkyrie

"woah" said thor

"hello I am back from cancer." Said Jane Foster

"woah how are you back from the cancer!?" Yelled the Thor

"magic" she said.

"wow cool" said Thor. "Now get out! I'm balling!"

"no Thor! Remember those stupid kids we saved in previous film Thor: Love and Thunder? Well they done and got themselves kidnapped again!" Said funny rock Korg.

"I'm sorry but I gave up being super hero. I am basketballer now." Said Thor

"but Thor, what would the basketball think?"

Thor looked down at his basketball.

"go save the kids Thor." Said the basketball.

Thor knew what he must do.

"alright then! Time for more wacky zany Thor adventures!" Thor and the guys got in the boat thing with the goats again and they flew off far away.

"so where are those stupid kids at?" Asked Thor.

"in Kidnapped Children Forest!" Korg said.

They arrived at Kidnapped Children Forest. As they went into Kidnapped Children Forest Thor remembered something.

"hey wait a second! I killed all of you because you bothered me too much while I was playing basketball!" Thor yelled. He gasped. How had he not noticed their evil eye patches and goatees? These were not his normal guys. These were them from EVIL DIMENSION!

"muhahahahaha! Yes there are no kids! This isn't Kidnapped Children Forest! This is Kill Thor Forest!" Said Evil Korg.

"ermm I'll stop you."

"no you won't because I got the beer" said Evil Valkyrie. She drank all the beers.

"dear Neptune.." said Thor.

Then Evil Valkyrie grew real big and laughed evilly. "BEERS! ATTACK!"

all the beers flew at Thor and tried to kill him but he hit them away with his axe hammer thing.

"get ready for me to be funny!" Yelled Evil Korg and he ran at Thor. Thor killed him easily.

"hey Evil Valkyrie! Have some of this!" Thor said.

"is it epic beer?" She asked.

"no it's.. WATER!"

"ahhh no ahh!" The sheer shock of seeing water killed her instantly. Only one remained.

"Cancer powers activate!" Said Evil Jane Foster. It was over. She was gonna give Thor cancer. But then she was hit in the face.... By a basketball???

Jane died.

"BASKETBALL??!!" yelled Thor.

"yes Thor it's me.. the basketball. I have traveled all the way here to help you because I wove you 🥹" said Basketball.

"aww I love you too basketball" said Thor.

Thor and basketball kissed as fireworks went off in the background.

The end.

#basketball

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seungly · 2 years

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A chance

pairing: Seungmin x reader

genre: fluff, fluff, have I mentioned fluff?

wc: -

warnings: none? (tell me if there’s any.)

note just some drabble filler while I write my overdued series.

Movies with Seungmin on a rainy afternoon were very comforting. The droplets of rain that hit the glass window created rhythm and added comfort to the arm that was wrapped protectively around you. Seungmin cradled you on his lap, absentmindedly pressing soft kisses to your knuckles while his eyes remain focused on the film—though yours wasn’t. Your gaze was on his hands, the hand that held yours, you watch him as he press his lips against it, rubbing it gently after.

“Baby, are you even watching?” you feel the vibration on his chest as he chuckles, you must’ve been staring for too long.

“Mhm...” you snuggled closer, your cheeks slightly pink from the embarrassment of getting caught.

“You’re so cute.” he smiles lovingly at you, before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You feel your heart swell from his words. You didn’t know how lucky you’d be to be loved by him. You barely paid attention to the film you picked, instead, all of it was on him, how cute he looked with his face all puffy, the mole on his cheek, how his lips would curve into a smile whenever something he found amusing happens in the film. “You’re beautiful the way you are...” you hear the dialogue in the movie which quickly caught your attention. You lived for sappy clichés.

“You just feel bad.” the girl in the movie protested, “Stop making me feel like I actually have a chance.”

“A chance? for what?” the guy answered.

“You’re so dense. A chance to be loved by you.”

You hear Seungmin chuckle, it was kind of funny. “You’re so dense.” Seungmin imitated the girl, teasing you. You laugh and push his face away.

“It’s okay when they do it. Don’t you dare.” you laugh.

Seungmin felt giddy holding you close to him, hearing your giggles and the way your hand would swat his away. He smiles at your close-eyed smile, how your cheeks were dusted light pink that probably matched his. To Seungmin you were beautiful, no matter what you do he can’t seem to find anything else other than cute or pretty. His blush worsens at the sight of your hand clinging to his hoodie. “Min, you’re so pretty, baby.” you stare at him fondly, bringing your hand up to hold his cheek.

“Stop...” he chuckles nervously. He wasn’t the type to get flustered so easily but you just make him feel things anyone normally never would.

“Awe are you shyyy?” you tease him, poking his cheek.

“I’ll bite you.”

“You wouldn’t.” you glare at him, straddling him this time.

Seungmin was taken aback, his cheeks grew redder at the feel of you. He was too stunned to speak, all he could do was look at you. The tv playing behind you was long forgotten. Everything else was a blur in Seungmin’s eyes, he could stare at you for hours and never get tired. The way your eyes sparkled, and the playful smile you had warmed his heart. “Minnie, you look so in love. You love me?” you gasp dramatically.

“No.” he smiled smugly, laughing when you pouted, “I’m kidding. I’m completely, absolutely, utterly in love with you.” he presses his lips against yours, hands making their way to hold your hips for support...unless you wanted to fall off.

The dim lighting, cold air, and tv noises were nothing but backgrounds. Your arms wrapped their way around his neck, a small smile softly forming on your lips. The kiss was soft and endearing. Your fingers tangle in his hair, lightly pulling on it as Seungmin moves his hands under your shirt, his fingers drawing circles on your bare skin which made you pull away with a gasp. You sent him a playful glare.

You admire each other breathlessly. Seungmin couldn’t help but stare at your red, swollen lips, and how the red on your cheeks never seemed to go away as they paint you beautifully, your eyes were doe and sparkly. You on the other hand couldn’t help but take in his post-kiss appearance as well, god his hair was messy, lips were wet and swollen from the kiss, cheeks of red hues that never seemed to go, your hands made their way to rest on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart quicken; and you were the reason for all of it.

“You look so pretty right now.” he smiles, tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear, “so beautiful to me.” he holds your cheek in his palm, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”

#seungmin imagines #seungmin x reader #seungmin fanfic #kim Seungmin #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff

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machine-gun-casie · 3 years

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where are you?

synopsis: you feel insecure with colson and he’s having none of it. (itty bitty titty committee!fem!reader)

wc: 4k

warnings: smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it and all that), dom/sub undertones, “sir”, soft dom!colson, praise kink, choking kink.

a/n: this is my first ever smut so pls be gentle! i wrote the reader as small chested, but nothing else is described because ik how annoying it can be when small chested reader starts turning into skinny reader, so i hope you enjoy! please tell me what you think and how well i did because this is so nerve wracking!!! i love you guys!!

“Col, what are you doing?” You whined, crossing your arms over your chest. You were both lying on the couch when he suddenly jumped up and pulled you along with him.

“Wait a minute.” He giggled as he set up his phone on top of a contraption made of random books he found lying around and two tissue boxes. His front facing camera was open and from what you could tell he was filming on tiktok.

“Oh my god, is that tiktok?” You groaned lightly. Colson had been obsessed with watching tiktoks recently, yet he hadn’t been really into making them. But the last time Casie was over, she taught him how to navigate the app and he was so eager to create. But did he have to be eager right now? You hadn’t had a chance to lie down with him all day.

“Yes,” he replied and walked away from his phone to stand directly in front of you, “now stand like this.” He instructed as he placed his large hands on your waist and positioned you to face him properly, taking your hands in his gingerly and putting them by your side.

The first few notes left the speakers of his phone and you furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to figure out the name of the song. “Am I supposed to react or something?”

“No no, just wait.” He smiled, incredibly excited for whatever this was. As the music grew louder, Colson came closer and brought his hand up and grabbed the collar of your sweater gently in his palm. He pulled the sweater outwards and leaned forward to look down your shirt.

“Where are you?” He mouthed with the music.

Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back in laughter, your hand instinctively coming up to cover your chest once more. “You motherfucker!”

Colson laughed and pulled you into him by the hem of your sweater, “Come on, you know that was funny.” The audio replayed in the background as the time allotted for the video was used up, leading Colson to let go of you and reach for his phone.

“It was.” You agreed. “Doesn’t make you less of a dick.”

“You know I love your tiny tits, babe.” He mumbled as he fiddled with his phone.

“You better.” You chuckled and went back to the couch, hoping that your blanket was still warm.

“Hey, I’m gonna post this. Is that cool?” He called out to you.

“Go ahead.” You replied as you made yourself comfortable. “That was funny. Is it a trend or something?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “there was another audio that went like ‘to girls with anything smaller than a b cup, I hope you gentlemen have a good day’ or something. I thought that was funnier, but I couldn’t find it.”

“Yeah, tiktok’s search thing is crap.” You rolled your eyes. “Honestly, the most memorable part of the videos on their platform is the audio. You should be able to find things without having everything saved in your favorites.”

“Anything else I should include in my email to tiktok’s team?”

“Yes, tell them to verify me while they’re at it.”

It was only an hour or so later when Colson had to leave for something or other, he had told you about it a few days prior but you couldn’t remember for the life of you. He said that he’d be back before midnight, which was code for ‘you should wait up for me’. It was around ten p.m. when you decided that you should probably freshen up and put something nice on.

After a quick shower and some of that lotion that Colson loved the smell of, you sat on the damp bathroom counter and pulled out your little makeup bag that you had yet to unpack after your last trip with Colson.

Makeup wasn’t a necessity for nights with your boyfriend, but you knew he loved how roughed up you looked with smeared lipstick and mascara running down your cheeks. So you put on your heaviest mascara that wasn’t waterproof, focusing on your lower lashes, and one of your cheapest lipsticks so it wouldn’t stain no matter how badly it smeared.

You weren’t really thinking of how you would look as you went through your routine, but more of what would happen when Colson got home. So when you opened your lingerie drawer, full of red, black, and bright pink sets all thanks to Colson, you were surprised to be hit by feelings of insecurity and dread.

Considering the fact that your relationship with Colson was almost a year long thus far, you hadn’t felt insecure or uncomfortable with him in so long. Was it really… No. It couldn’t be.

That stupid tiktok. It was getting to you.

You weren’t sure why. You knew it was a joke, a good one at that. It hadn’t made you uncomfortable at the time. Nor did it now, really. You and Colson have joked about the size of your boobs many times, just like how you joked about how skinny he was or how bad morning breath always was. It was just how your relationship grew to be after you both fully let loose around each other.

So why was this getting to you? You tried to come to a conclusion as you pulled on one of your favorite sets. As you stared at yourself in the mirror and adjusted the lingerie, you heard the front door open and decided that the time for analyzing your insecurities was not now.

Moments after you settled down on the bed, the door open and revealed Colson in a nice fancy looking suit. He let out a low whistle as he dropped his phone and his keys on the dresser, “Wow. What did I do in this world to deserve this?”

“I think you just got real lucky.” You smirked. “Love the get up, lover boy.”

“Yeah? Balmain for next week’s carpet.” He did a little spin as he walked closer. A fitting with Balmain, that’s right. “How much do you love it?”

“Not enough.” You feigned a frown and cocked your head to the side. “I’d like it off now, please and thank you.”

“Since you used your manners.” He smiled as he shrugged off the white suit jacket, disposing of the shirt and the pants quickly after, leaving him in just his boxers. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart. I’d rip that set off you if I didn’t know how much it costs.”

“I don’t mind,” you purred as he climbed onto the bed next to you, “my man can buy me another.”

“Your man?” Colson raised his eyebrows at you, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. He pulled you onto his lap, purposefully placing the damp patch on your lace panties against his pulsing erection.

Your hips bucked up at the contact and you hissed. “Yeah- my man.” You leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against his lips, pulling away as soon as he tried to take it further. “He takes care of me so well.”

“How does he take care of you, sweetheart?” Colson asked as he trailed his hands upwards against your thighs, one of them speeding up to your waist while the other stayed on its course. Your boyfriend wasn’t one for teasing, especially when he was as hard as he is now, so you knew where his hand was headed and it wasn’t going to take long.

“He fucks me so-” You gasped as his fingers reached the side of your panties, pushing them aside to stroke you gently. “He fucks me so good.” A moan escaped you as his pointer finger slowly sunk into you, knuckle by knuckle.

“Yeah I do.” Colson grinned as he watched your face contort. “So pretty, baby.” He let his thumb rest against your clit once his finger was fully sheathed inside of you.

“Colson,” you whined as you tried to ride his finger, “move.”

He pouted at you mockingly. “You were being so nice just now with your ‘please and thank you.’ You’re throwing around commands now?”

“Please, please, touch me.” He wasted no time in pumping his finger in and out and using his thumb to circle your clit. You whimpered at the attention, losing yourself to the pleasure. He had barely touched you and you were already desperate. “Another one, Colson. Please?”

“I love it when you use your manners, baby girl. Always so polite.” He smiled and watched you carefully as he pushed in his middle finger with the next thrust. His middle finger being slightly longer in addition to the girth of both fingers had your jaw dropping as your head fell back. “So perfect. Look at you, taking my fingers so well. Think you can take my cock just as good?”

“Yes, yes, please Colson.” You nodded fervently, trying to pull yourself off of his fingers. But he wouldn’t let you, pushing up along with you to keep his hand in place as he tsked at you.

“Not now babygirl, need you to come for me first. I don’t wanna hurt you.” He replied as he brought the hand on your waist up to your face. “Can you come for me?”

You whined as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes screwed shut at this point. “Wanna come on your cock.”

“And you will,” Colson reassured you, letting his hand fall to your neck, his thumb gently stroking the column of your throat, “but you gotta give me one before I can let you. I know you can, sweetheart. You’re always such a good girl for me, always taking care of me. Let me take care of you.” He circled your bud faster as he praised you, pushing his fingers in as deep as he could without hurting you to press up against your g-spot. He watched as you rolled your eyes back as the pleasure hit you and he knew you were close.

He let his hand trail down your chest and then he pulled the lace covering your right breast down. Colson lowered his head and connected his mouth to your hardened nipple and you groaned as he swirled his tongue around it. You grabbed him roughly by the sides of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. With your eyes closed you didn’t see Colson’s eyebrows knit together in confusion.

He pulled away and looked at you carefully, realizing that you were on the precipice. “Come for me, Angel.” He breathed heavily against your lips. And like a good girl, you did.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you let the pleasure wash over you. Colson smirked as he watched you ride out the high, knowing that he did that to you with only his fingers.

“You really know how to use your hands.” You panted, leaning forward to place your forehead against his.

“I changed your mind on fingering, didn’t I?” He asked. Colson was right, you used to hate being fingered before you met him. It just felt like prodding fingers and harsh jabs in a place that was far too sensitive for that. He begged and begged to touch you for weeks before you finally agreed, and it was probably one of his proudest moments when he managed to make you come five times with just his fingers that night.

“Ugh, I hate that word.” You chuckled,

“What? Fingering?” Colson asked as he gently pulled his fingers out of you, knowing damn well what word it was. “But I thought you liked getting fingered? I always finger you so good, don’t I?”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You laughed. “You are a man child.”

“A man child who’s great at fingering.” He waggled his eyebrows at you as he brought his digits up to his mouth and sucked them clean. He placed his wet fingers against your cheeks and brought you closer to him, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it was intoxicating.

“Fuck me already!” You whined as you broke away from him. You pawed at his boxers to show him how desperate you were. “Please, I need you. Been waiting for you all day.”

“Me too, baby.” Colson huffed, lifting you off his lap and putting you down on the bed to take off his boxers. Once they were halfway across the room, Colson tried to push you down on the bed but you resisted.

“Wanna ride you.” You whispered and watched his eyes light up.

“Can I take these off first?” He asked, hand coming up to your bra strap, and you nodded. He reached back and unclasped the fabric, watching the straps gently fall down your shoulder. He always loved undressing you, never letting you do it yourself. His hands came up to gently squeeze both your breasts, thumbs rubbing back and forth on your nipples. You slowly reached down to slip off your panties, knowing that Colson would stop you. “Hey, no. Let me.”

He always undressed you, he thought as he pulled your panties down your legs. Why would you attempt something different today? Something wasn’t adding up.

“Lie back.” You whispered as you pushed him down. You crawled up towards him and moved your legs to straddle his hips. “It’s been too long, baby.”

“I fucked you this morning.” Colson chuckled, voice tight as he felt your sopping wet pussy land on his aching dick.

“Like I said,” you sighed nonchalantly, “too long.”

Colson wasn’t one for teasing. You, on the other hand, lived for it. You glided against his length slowly, slicking him up and torturing him at the same time.

“You’re killing me here, sweetheart.” Colson groaned.

“You know it’s my favorite thing to do, my love.” You smiled, leaning down to kiss him. “Gotta remind you who’s in control.”

“Fuck,” he groaned at your words, “you wanna have that talk now? We both know I give you the reins when I feel like it.” He swiftly flipped the two of you over, leaving him hovering over your body. His right hand quickly reached up to circle your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. “Now be a good girl and ride my dick like you said you would.”

“Yes sir,” you smiled as you got the exact reaction you were hoping for. He dropped down next to you and helped you back into your previous position, but you stayed hovering over his hips. You grabbed the base of his cock and positioned the tip against your entrance. Slowly lowering yourself, you let go once the tip was firmly in place. You placed both hands against Colson’s heavily inked chest and pushed down the rest of the way.

You both moaned in unison when he bottomed out after what felt like forever. Colson tried to move his hips, but with the slight shake of your head he paused. “Gimme a- gimme a second, Mr. Monster Cock.”

“After all this time, sweetheart?” He smirked.

“You say that every time, Colson.” You laughed as you tried to relax. “Okay.” You nodded as you slowly lifted yourself off his hips, pausing at the tip and then lowering yourself a little faster than before. “Feels bigger every time. You’re not taking those penis enlargement pills, are you?” You knew you were only stroking his ego at this point, but his face was worth it.

“They should probably use me for their ads.”

“They’d sell out too fast.” You groaned, your eyes fluttering shut. “I should ride you more often.”

“You don’t like it when I’m in control?” He asked, head rolling back and accentuating his adam’s apple. He opened his eyes and placed his palm against your throat again, warning you.

“Love it when you’re in control, baby.” You hummed. “But I gotta say, watching you from this angle is the closest thing I’ve ever seen to heaven.”

“Good answer.” He chuckled, letting his hand slip down to your chest. Before he could even try to hold you, you grabbed his hand and pushed it against the bed, holding it there.

It finally clicked in Colson’s head as he saw the sweater you were wearing earlier that morning hung up behind the door. You had barely let him touch you today after he filmed that stupid tiktok. Oh fuck no, this wasn’t gonna happen on his watch.

He sat up with you still in his lap and grabbed both of your hands. “What are you doing, y/n?” His tone and the use of your name and not a pet name stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m fucking my boyfriend, what are you doing?” You asked, not understanding what he was on about.

“You’re not letting me touch you.” You looked down at your hands in his and raised your brows at him. “No,” he paused, placing both your hands in his left one and reaching towards your chest, “you’re not letting me touch you.” He squeezed your left breast causing you to gasp and arch your back. “Every time I get close, you push me away.”

“I’m not-”

“Don’t lie.” He shook his head disappointedly. “You know that video was a joke, right? I can delete it right fucking now if you want me to.”

“Colson, it’s not about that-” You started.

“Then what is it about?” He raised his brows at you. “You’re not letting me enjoy what’s mine.” He pinched your nipple hard and watched as you arched your back again. “You are mine. And I like to enjoy what's mine. These are mine. I like to kiss them,” he leaned down to do just that, “I like to bite them,” he gently nipped against the soft skin of your breast. “And I fucking love marking them.” He sucked a spot right next to your nipple, pulling away only when he was sure it would be dark enough to show. “Don’t stop me from enjoying what’s mine, you understand?”

“Yes sir.” You nodded, wrists still held in his left hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. It wasn’t about the video, I promise.”

“Shh,” he pressed his lips against yours to silence you, “we’ll talk about it later. We’re not having any important conversations when you’re squeezing my dick like that, sweetheart.”

“Like,” you paused to clench your inner walls, “that?”

“Oh fuck!” Colson choked out, thrusting his hips up roughly. “Darling, I think you should let me handle this now.”

“I’m all yours,” you breathed.

As soon as the words left your mouth, Colson let himself go. He didn’t even bother flipping you over, he just took control with you on top. He grabbed you by the hips and simply used you.

You tried to sneak your hand down to give your sweet spot some attention, but Colson’s growl stopped you. “Be patient, baby.”

The thrusts were no longer consistent as his hips stuttered, telling you that he was close. “Colson,” you whined, “please.”

He paused and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he saw how wrecked you looked. Tears leaving black trails of watery mascara down your cheeks, and lipstick smeared to one side, probably because of how he flipped you over that first time. He could see how desperate you were and he wanted to be the solution. He needed to be the solution.

Reaching down slowly, taking his time trailing your body as he went, Colson circled his finger against your clit and began to thrust ever so slowly. It took so much effort to maintain his slow pace, but anything was worth it when it came to you. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked as he focused on your blissed out face. “Beautiful and mine. All mine.”

“Yours,” you nodded as you squeezed your eyes shut. “So close, Colson. I’m so-”

“Let go for me, baby.”

With a high pitched moan, you let go. You spasmed on his cock, milking it and making it incredibly difficult for him not to blow his load right then and there.

As you started to wilt against him, you felt him slowly pulling out of you. “But you-”

“Wanna- Oh fuck… Wanna come on your tits.” He groaned, pumping himself as soon as he was out of you. You quickly laid down on the bed and pushed out your chest. He brought his knees to either side of waist and placed the hand that wasn’t working his cock around your throat. “Mine.”

“Yours.” You gasped. With a few more pumps, his head was rolling back and he was painting your chest.

He panted heavily as he came down from his high, eyes still tightly closed. When he finally opened them, he smiled lazily. “Look at you, covered in my load. So pretty, baby.” He reached down and rubbed the seed into your skin and against your nipples. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your forehead and sagged against you for a moment.

After his breather, he sat back up and headed to the bathroom, tossing a ‘be right back’ over his shoulder. You were left alone in the bedroom for a minute, hearing the water running in the bathroom reminding you that you need to pee.

You weren’t entirely sure where the sudden insecurity came from tonight. Not that you weren’t ever insecure about your body, but never during sex and definitely never with Colson. You sat up on the bed and stared at the open bathroom door where your boyfriend was. He had only ever made you feel loved and gorgeous. Maybe his obvious acknowledgment to your lack of cup size did make you question. Question your worthiness of him. He was obviously well endowed, and most people knew that. You chuckled lightly as you remembered the stupid cock sock.

Maybe it made you feel a little less than, you thought as you walked towards the bathroom. You walked in and let your fingers trail against Colson’s shoulder as you passed him at the sink to do your business.

You watched him as he grabbed a towel and ran it under the warm water. You quickly finished and sat on the bathroom counter in front of him. He slowly wiped away at your chest with the damp cloth, being gentle against the soft skin.

But here he is. Caring for you. Loving on you. Loving you. You almost laughed out loud at yourself for questioning his love or your worthiness when he was so obviously devoted to you of his own accord.

“I love you.” You broke the silence.

“I love you, too.” Colson looked up at you, slightly shocked and confused. You had both already said the ‘L-word’ a while ago, but you usually kept the love confessions in dark rooms and not in the harsh bathroom light. “Was I too-”

“No.” You shook your head as he reached for your pack of makeup wipes behind you. “No, you always take care of me so well.”

You went quiet again, before you opened your mouth to speak at the same time that he did. He paused and waited for you to speak, but when you didn’t, he started again.

“If that video bothered you, you should have told me y/n. I’m sorry I made you feel insecure, but next time you gotta tell me before it escalates.” He spoke softly as he pulled a wipe out of the pack and cleaned up your face. “I love you. That includes every part of you.”

“I’m sorry, I promise it wasn’t the stupid video. It was actually really funny.” You chuckled. “I don’t know what hit me. When I was getting ready before you came, I just looked down at my drawer and felt so stupid. I felt like I was pretending to be sexy for you. Like- Like I was convincing myself all this time that this turned you on when there’s no way it could.” He opened his mouth but you looked at him and he paused. “But I know that that isn’t true. And I’m sorry for doing that back there.”

“I swear to god y/n, if you apologize one more time-”

You laughed, placing your hand on his chest. “I’m so- I’m not! I’m not sorry!”

“You aren’t,” he nodded, his eyes meeting yours so that you knew he was being serious, “because you have nothing to be sorry for. And I know that if I apologize again, this is never gonna end. I love you, and you are so sexy, and I am the world’s luckiest man because you’re all mine.”

“Yeah, you are.” You giggled and smiled as he rolled his eyes.

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migilini · 3 years

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Can I request an imagine with Charlie and like a typical day in their lives? Like they show their YouTube viewers their casual (Charlie chaos included) day? 💕

Typical - Charlie Gillespie

a/n: Sorry it took me a bit, had to take my wisdom teeth out... Anyways, I hope you like it :)) - Momo

words: 1.3k

warnings: fluffy like the clouds

requests are open :)

My MASTERLIST

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“Hello hello and welcome back!” you told the camera propped up on one of your kitchen counters. The shot showing your tired face and loose pyjamas. A yawn escaped your slightly chapped lips as you tried to stretch the sleep away. Your eyes were heavy, your hair standing up in every possible direction, your body not fully awake yet.

“A lot of people asked for a little day to day vlog with the Gillespies,” you muttered as you made yourself a cup of coffee, the sparkling ring on your left ring finger very prominent in the shot.

“So we try to deliver! I just woke up a couple of minutes ago so excuse the light grogginess and don't know where my fiance is. Seems like you guys have to put up with only me for a bit.” you chuckled and poured milk into the steaming hot beverage.

“Sadly, we really don't have a lot to do today, well not much is planned…” you referred to the normal chaos a day with Charlie entailed. “We just need to run some errands, but I have a gut feeling that today will be a good one.”

You ended the clip and moved into your living room to turn up the radio. Ever since you were little, there was always some sort of music softly playing and therefore you hated a quiet house. It wasn't like you paid attention to the songs dancing through the air but the constant rumbling of background noise calms you down.

A little yellow piece of paper on the coffee table catches your eye. With furrowed eyebrows, you made your way over. Your eyes grew as you recognized Charlie's messy handwriting. Once again, you started a clip on your camera.

“I just found a secret message from Charlie on our coffee table.” you cleared your throat and started reading the note dramatically “‘Good morning Toots! I’m on a run and didn't want to wake you up. You looked so peaceful. I'll bring coffee from Allie’s. I love you, C Swizzle’” you grinned at the note, your heart beating faster with the love you have for him. “Hereby I declare the mystery where C Swizzle aka Char is as solved! I’m so hyped for the coffee. Allie’s is our favourite place in the whole city! Seriously if you're close by go and try it. So worth it. Now, until he’s back I’m gonna answer some emails and do our dishes from yesterday evening. You’re welcome to join me while I jam out to music.”

You propped the camera up on a shelf, filming yourself working for a bit. Then you went to the kitchen and turned up the music blaring out of the speakers you set up mere moments before. “Whenever I walk in the room. All the focus on me. The way I talk, the way I move. They all want on my team. Not tryin' to brag, brag, but I'm flawless.” screaming on the top of your lungs, you swayed your hips while the water from your tap filled the sink, the soap starting to bubble up.

“I'm taking over your playlist. Ain't perfect, but I can't miss, yeah. The party don't start 'til I walk in. I'm stealing all the attention. Don't get me started on mentions, yeah” A poor spoon had to be a placeholder microphone as you jumped through the small kitchen. Genuinely engulfed in the music, you didn't even hear the front door open and close. You didn't hear the footsteps walking towards you or the light chuckle that escaped the person's lips.

Sweaty arms wrapped themselves around your waist, making you scream and drop the cup you’ve been washing. The ceramic dish exploded on the floor, covering it in tiny splinters and shards. Charlie laughed at your reaction and pressed a loving kiss to your shoulder. “Sorry, Toots didn't want to scare you. I thought you heard me come in. Good morning by the way.” At the sound of his voice, you immediately relaxed. You weren't being murdered by an intruder. Turning around in his arms, you faced your boyfriend, your back pressed against the sink.

“I thought this was my last minute on earth. You really want to kill me before you even have the chance to marry me.” you chuckled and kissed his nose. “Where would be the fun in that? I do want to inherit some of your stuff.”

You lightly shoved him away but his arms stayed looking around your smaller frame. Looking down at the cup you frowned. “That was my favourite.”

“I'll get you another one. One that's even better than this one. Again I’m sorry.”

“I'll remember that. How was the run?” absentmindedly your hand brushed away some stray hairs that flew into Charlie's face. “Good.” he murmured “I don't like running with a mask on but it was all worth it because…” he turned around and got a little bag from the counter behind him. “I got us some coffee and that cream bagel you like so much.” you beamed up at him.

“Really?”

The next time you vlogged was at the grocery store several hours later. Charlie was pushing the shopping cart, while still holding your hand as you tried to deceiver your own grocery list. The camera sat comfortably at the front of the cart, framing you perfectly.

“Why did you think it was funny to write most of this in french?” you asked the boy next to you. He gave your hand a squeeze “Because you sometimes write stuff in german as well. It's only fair.”

You only rolled your eyes at that. “Yeah because I forgot the English word.” you huffed “Okay so we need d'oeufs. Eggs? And some milk. Right?”

“Mais oui mademoiselle.” He said amused.

“If you continue I will start to speak german,” you warned your boyfriend and you could bet that he was smiling under that mask.

“Threatening me in the grocery store? That's mean but the game is on honey.”

“You're gonna lose my dear. I had some french at school.” you let go of his hand and crossed your arms, raising one of your eyebrows at him while both of you grabbed some items you needed.

It wasn't the first time that the two of you suddenly challenged each other. One time, a couple of months ago, Charlie just randomly started to run and yelled back at you “Whoever is the last at the restaurant has to pay!” and with these words, he triggered your ambition. You struggled to get rid of your heels, hoping for the majority of the way as the two of you raced, reaching the restaurant sweaty and out of breath, earning some stares from other couples. Or another time where you suddenly claimed that you would be able to eat more pizza than him. A bet that you lost terribly.

Situations like this were normal for you, both really competitive and hardheaded. It was one of the things that spiced up daily life.

He raised both of his eyebrows, sparking a fire behind his eyes. “Essaie-moi, baby (Try me, baby)”

“In Ordnung, ab jetzt werde ich nur noch deutsch mit dir sprechen. (Alright, from now on I will only talk in german to you)”

Let’s just say the grocery shopping was a huge mess and took twice as long. You told Charlie to go and get the toothpaste and he came back with some pears which earned a laugh from you. Charlie tried to explain to you what he wanted to cook for you tomorrow evening, ingredients and everything but you only stared at him confused, occasionally nodding your head so he knew you were still listening. The dinner was gonna be a full surprise.

The two of you kept the act up all the way back to your apartment. You unpacked the food and had a camera recording somewhere. For the second time that day, arms wrapped around your waist, his head nuzzled in the crook of the neck.

“Do you have anything else planned for today?” he mumbled into your skin, his hot breath on your skin giving you goosebumps. A smile spread over your face. Wiggling out of his grip you sat on the tabletop and Charlie immediately stood between your legs, his arms around your neck. He leaned in to kiss you but before his lips touched yours you whispered “I won.”

His eyes grew wide and he pulled away slightly. He huffed and shook his head “Man I totally forgot about that. What is your prize, my lady?”

You traced his jaw with your index finger whilst your eyes never left his. “I demand… a thousand kisses!”

“A thousand?!” he exclaimed “My lady that's too many. You're going to starve the whole town.”

“Well then the town shouldn't have lost.” you teased back.

A smile was prominent on his face as he leaned in closer again “I must say you're a demanding ruler. But it seems like I must comply…”

The two of you stayed in bed for the rest of the day, only moving over to the couch to zap through Netflix. Naturally one of you already placed the camera on the shelf next to you.

Charlie tapped you on the shoulder, looking up from his spot half between your legs and on top of you.

“Yes, bubbs?”

“Play with my hair please.” he nearly whispered and made himself comfortable once again. Tiny hands finding their place in his dark hair.

At first, it was really weird to vlog all the time especially on a day where you and Charlie were just fooling around and being lovey-dovey. Luckily, you could still decide how much you wanted to cut out for the final video.

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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we’re not engaged T.H.

wc: 1.5k

ariana grande!reader tells the world tom and her aren’t engaged

(fluff)

She couldn't have been happier. She was practically glowing, only she wasn't pregnant. Just married.

Y/N and Tom had dated for two and a half years before Tom proposed. Announcing it on their social medias months later had erupted in millions of 'congrats!' and 'very happy for you two!"'s. The couple had announced their big step a few months after Tom popped the question, so the wedding was well on its way already.

It wasn't a stereotypical wedding. On the contrary, it was quite small; only their closest friends & family members attended the private wedding venue. Paparazzi hadn't suspected a thing, and neither had the fans.

It had been three months since the wedding, and Y/N was attending her first interview since before it. She was releasing an album in about a month, so there was much to catch up on.

Tom and her agreed that if they were asked about marriage, then they would be honest, but they hoped to not go purposefully raise attention.

"Y/N, welcome back! It's been what- a year?" Zach, the host, said.

There was a group of fans sitting on the floor in bean bags and big cushions, right in front of the couch that Y/N and Zach were seated on, microphones propped up in front of them.

"Uh-" she laughed. "Yeah, yeah I think so." She was sitting cross-legged, her hands in her lap and underneath the blanket that was covering her. She wasn't really hiding the ring sitting on her left hand, but she wore an over-sized hoodie (which was really just Tom's) so she would have sweater-paws in case.

Y/N went on to answer each question, her answers three times as long as what was asked. The fans had respectable comments and questions as well -- joining in only when it was appropriate.

"What was the hardest song to write?"

"I think.." Y/N's right pointer finger was pointed out as she leaned on her hand in thought. "I think "ghostin.'"

"Why's that?" Zach asked.

Instead of answering, Y/N used both her hands to gesture a pushing motion, her palms facing towards the audience as she made a soft facial expression. Zach laughed slightly in understanding, changing the topic to something a little less sensitive.

"Did Tom help you write any of it?" he asked.

Y/N smiled at the mention of Tom, her heart rate increasing. She knew Tom was watching (and listening), live with the rest of the world, so she tried not to give him anything to tease her about.

"For sure," she laughed.

"What's so funny?" Zach asked, laughing along.

"Nothing-!" Y/N blushed. "If I tell you the song, listening to it will- oh god," she put her face in her hands in pure embarrassment.

"What's the song about?" Zach laughed.

"We're.. open to interpretation?" Y/N stated, though it came out as more of a question.

"What's the song?" Someone from the audience asked.

"Track.. seven," Y/N laughed. "Track titles out in a week," she grinned slyly. Everyone grunted playfully in result, knowing they'd have to wait to find out.

"So he helped you write it?' Zach continued. "Or did he like-"

"Well he was the inspiration," she answered, "and when I started writing it he came in and helped me write it like- halfway through, maybe three-fourths of the way through."

a / n : the song is called 'make up' and its about really filthy make up sex, so there's that

"So," Zach smiled and eyed her knowingly. "You and Tom. You're still engaged?"

At this, everyone's ears perked up, their mouths shutting as they waited for her response. Y/N's mouth was open and about to say something, but nothing came out for the first few seconds.

"Uhm," she glanced around the room, eyes moving but face stilled in it's position. "No- no we're not engaged anymore."

At this, she heard quiet gasps and small murmurs erupt throughout the room, and the phone that had questions from fans who were live-tweeting started blowing up.

Tom, who was actually watching from the studio building, was also wide eyed, mouth open slightly. Harrison punched his arm lightly, removing Tom from his trance as both of them continued watching Y/N.

"What-" Zach followed-up immediately. "What happened? Did you call it off or di-"

"Well," Y/N was trying to suppress a smile. "When people get engaged, they have to get married at some point," she said, showing off her ring.

Zach had put a hand over his chest in relief, the audience breathing out sighs of relief as the room exploded with joy and congratulatory messages.

"The wedding," Zach started after things quieted down. "It never surfaced online from the paps or anything."

"Yeah," Y/N said. "Tom and I are so fucking thankful for that. It was a private venue -- only family and close friends attended."

"Where was the honeymoon?" Someone sitting in front of her asked.

"Uhm- Venice. Venice, Italy," Y/N blushed at the thought of it.

"Where's Tom now?" The fans went on. "Is he filming? Or taking a break for the beginning of the marriage? Or-"

Y/N's laugh interrupted him, her smile finally showing. "He's, uh- he's in the building," she admitted.

At this, noise grew wildly in excitement, multiple requests to get Tom in the interview being proposed. Y/N turned to Zach, silently asking him if he would allow it.

"As long as it's okay with the two of you," Zach smiled. "We have more than enough microphones."

Y/N laughed, pulling her phone out of her pocket and ringing up Tom.

"Hey, sweets," he said. The phone was on speaker, and the audience awed at the pet name.

"Hi," Y/N replied timidly. "I'm not sure if you saw, but the-"

"I'm on my way. Harrison's giving me directions, so he'll probably be coming too," Tom said into the phone.

Everyone was watching (listening to) the couple intently, awing again at them.

"Okay," Y/N smiled. "I'll see you inna bit."

"Mhmm," Tom hummed, Harrison's voice lightly speaking in the background. "See you in five, angel. Love you."

"Love you too, Tommy," Y/N said, hanging up the phone and looking at it, a little lost in thought and forgetting about the current interview she was in.

"You two seem so happy," Zach interrupted her daydream.

"Oh, for sure," Y/N said. "It's like a never-ending honeymoon phase, yanno?" She smiled again. Zach nodded along, the rest of the audience doing the same, and then a producer from behind the camera informed them that both Tom and Harrison had arrived. Two microphones, both with wires coming out from the bottom of them, were placed on the open space on the couch, between the host and Y/N. And then, both boys were sitting down, smiles adorning their faces.

Tom had kissed her cheek, a simple gesture that had Y/N blushing wildly.

"Hello, boys," Zach greeted them.

Both replied with a simple 'hi,' and the interview went on, only this time, the questions were more open for each person to answer.

"What is it liked being in a relationship with someone who's schedule is all over the place?" Zach asked, glancing between Tom and Y/N. "Actors and artists have it pretty rough. I- I can imagine it being.. pretty difficult to fully commit to a relationship and not see each other for months at a time."

"Of course," Tom replied first, his accent thick as his chocolate curls fell on part of his face. "There's always rough patches, but for me, the peak of my career had really just, 'ended' you could say, and being with Y/N was like the first step to settling down. It was like I could fully support her from the front row, instead of on the sidelines like I always have." Tom blindly grabbed her hand and held it in his lap, linking their fingers together as he smiled softly. Both boys turned to her to see if she would respond.

"Uhm," she laughed quietly. "Not that his career his totally over, because his schedule gets more flexible the older he gets as an actor, but it's pretty much that. It's hard to support somebody else and do your job one hundred percent. When Tom was at his 'peak,' my music was kind of.. on hold for awhile," Y/N smiled. "It was a bit rough at times, but I think it's better to give your all to one thing, rather than trying to satisfy everybody at once. I was with Tom during filming, attending premieres and press tours too, and now I think the roles have just reversed."

"You guys really have your shit together," Zach commented. The couple laughed, looking at each other because they knew he was right. "Well, I hope you two are really happy together, and I wish you both long & wonderful lives."

"Oh, thank you Zach. God, don't make me cry," Y/N said, jokingly wiping her eyes with a smile on her face.

Tom laughed at her too before replying. "Really, though. Thank you, mate," Tom smiled.

"I think all the fans can agree that we need more [ your ship name ] content!" Zach exclaimed.

"We're playing 'Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts' on the Late Late Show tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that," Tom said nonchalantly.

"What?" Y/N said, bewildered. "I never signed up for that!" She laughed.

Tom smirked, "Surprise?"

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schleierkauz · 3 years

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Q&A with Cornelia Funke - 05.07.2021

You guys probably know the drill by now. I’ve sorted it into topics to make it easier to read, have fun!

Mirrorworld

Q: What happened during Will’s and Nerron’s travels between the 3rd and 4th book?

A: Cornelia could spend hours thinking about that, figuring out the things they tell her and the things they don’t. She’ll keep the question in mind because she would also like to know the answer.

Bookstore Guy: “Maybe whatever they did is too... private to tell you?” (... 👀) Cornelia: “Very possible.” (....... 👀) “Dustfinger is like that, too, he barely ever wants to talk to me.”

Q: Do the residents of Ink-/Mirrorworld have a name for their world, like how we call our planet “Earth”?

A: Cornelia thinks that’s an excellent question and since their world is very similar to ours, the name would probably be similar as well. Gaia, maybe?

Inkworld

Q: Will we learn more about the Black Prince’s younger sisters in the new book?

A: Cornelia says “Ooohhhh!” and writes it down. She just started working on TCoR chapters again, so she’s been collecting ideas and thanks us for all the suggestions.

Q: Are there any magical items in the Inkworld that no one has found yet?

A: The Inkworld and the Mirrorworld are the same, so yes, there are. Inkheart (the book) itself is magical and so is the fire. Fenoglio has only seen a very small part of the Inkworld and he thinks that’s all there is but in TCoR we will discover new places that will make the connection very clear.

Q: What would Rosanna’s path have been like, had she lived? Perhaps she would have taken after her father?

A: Cornelia loves the idea and agrees that Rosanna probably would have shared many traits with Dustfinger. But, hers was a life unlived... Perhaps she will still take after Dustfinger in her next life?

Q: Could the Black Prince and Robin Hood be the same person?

A: No, definitely not. Robin Hood has a very anglo-saxon, white background; the Prince is black and from Africa. He is very different from Robin Hood as a person. He didn't used to be royalty or anything like that, he grew up in poverty... But they do share similar goals!

Q: Has Brianna shared what happened to her after the events of Inkdeath?

A: Not really, not yet. Cornelia is starting to discover some things but it takes a lot of time. Brianna is a character who likes to hide.

- Cornelia is realising that there is a lot of interest from readers regarding the story about Dustfinger’s and the Black Prince’s childhood/youth and she made a note to work on that asap

Other Books

Q: How long did it take to finish the new Dragon Rider book, Curse of Aurelia?

A: Cornelia started in winter 2018 while she was evacuated due to the fires. She’s been working on it on and off ever since and estimates it’s been 14 months of pure research and writing.

Because she wrote it in English but the publishing date for Germany was rescheduled to be earlier than originally planned, there’s been a lot of very complicated translation work. Right now she’s waiting for feedback from the Chumash tribe because she used elements and characters from some of their stories and they’re making sure she didn’t mess anything up.

Q: Why are Frieda and Fred a couple now, it’s heartbreaking!

A (and I’m just gonna quote Cornelia directly here): “No no no. Listen. There’s no need for broken hearts. It’s been 12 years and Sprotte and Fred split up pretty peacefully at some point in the past. Part of the reason for that was that Sprotte went to New Zealand and Fred wanted to stay in Germany.

Things like that happen all the time, despite all the love in the world. Take it from someone who’s 62 years old by now and who has lived many different forms of love. Also, Sprotte is not upset at all and she’s fallen in love with someone else- you’ll see. You already know the person. It’s a beautiful and passionate lovestory.

Fred and Frieda meanwhile are happy that Sprotte is there because she knows Fred so well that she can give them good advice. And I think it’s a beautiful thing when people who were once in love with each other can still be friends afterwards, even though the romance may not work out anymore. No need for broken hearts, really.”

Q: Does Cornelia come up with titles for her books at the beginning of the writing process or does it take more time? A: Depends on the book and the language she’s writing in

- Cornelia’s new book about letters and herbs is almost finished. She’s still unsure about the title - she’d like to include the word “kingdom” but that same word in german (”Königreich”) carries a lot of male energy which doesn’t fit the story

Q: What’s the biggest difference between Pan’s Labyrinth the film and Cornelia’s book?

A: Cornelia hopes there is no “biggest difference” because she tried to keep things canon compliant. But he did add short stories to give some characters a background story. Otherwise, she didn’t feel it was her place to mess with a perfect story.

Misc.

- The stream started with a ten minute tour of the bookstore and the bridge it stands on while Cornelia just silently sat there

...and I thought that was pretty funny. My favorite quote: “This house was build in 1567, so... it’s pretty new.”

- They are going to give away signed bookmarks and stuff again once Cornelia is settled in Italy

Q: Does Cornelia bind her own notebooks?

A: No, but she would like to. The botebook she uses for TCoR was made by a bookbinder in Scotland, usually she just uses moleskin hardcovers.

Q: Is Cornelia always satisfied with translations of her work?

A: Absolutely not, but she thinks a perfect translation is impossible. You always have to make compromises.

- Cornelia was recently invited to a village that belongs to the Chumash tribe and got to feed their sacred fire, a deeply touching experience she struggles to put into words

Q: What’s Cornelia’s favorite language to write in?

A: She can’t answer that because it depends on the book. For example, she couldn’t write about the Inkworld or the Mirrorworld in English, it wouldn’t fit. Writing Dragon Rider in English was fun, though, because the English language often feels “lighter” than German.

- Cornelia has no idea which language she dreams in

- Any time Cornelia reads that men and women can’t be friends she wants to slap the person who wrote it because it’s such annoying nonsense

- Minors will be able to stay at the farm in Italy as long as they’re self-reliant because Cornelia doesn’t have time to be anyone’s mom. There’s also always the Spiegelhof in Germany, which would be an easier option.

- Cornelia wants to invite environmental activist to her farm as well as artists

- Cornelia thinks parents should have more time to get to know their children before deciding on a name for them

- Cornelia firmly believes in reincarnation but isn’t sure why

...Aaand that’s it for now! Right now it’s uncertain when the next stream will happen, maybe in August, maybe September or maybe even October. We’ll see. I hope you enjoyed! :)

#inkheart #reckless #inkworld #cornelia funke #yall.... if the princes sisters end up in the new book bc i asked that question... i will literally never shut up about it #like apologies in advance but holy shit. finally. FINALLY.#i also asked the rosanna question and cornelias answer straight up made me cry #they didn't answer that many questions this time #because of the bridge tour and many conversations inbetween #but i love these streams #they're so cozy #i hope you guys are all doing okay #i'm working on some stuff but i can't focus on anything lately #things just feel weird #i think it's the weather #oh well! good night for now! <3 #info

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WandaVision Episode 7 Thoughts

• “A quarantine style staycation” probably wasn’t meant to hit the way it did when they filmed this

• Did the Office or Modern Family have background music? It’s honestly kind of distracting.

• lol the milk sniff, I do that every time I use milk, been burned too many times (by which I mean maybe twice but it was two times too many)

• “The signal’s gone, dead air” well shit, I guess she really is taking a “me” day, huh?

• Billy and Tommy have become pretty damn lovable. The writers are doing a good job toeing the line between “cute, funny, but pretty normal kids” and “full Michelle Tanner”.

• Yes, that reference was on purpose because of Elizabeth Olsen and the Olsen twins, but it’s also EXTREMELY accurate. Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen basically grew up being made to act like living caricatures of cute kids and it was gross and sad and I hope that they’re doing alright and are happy now (and I got really mad when people tried to give them shit for not being on Fuller House but this is a long enough tangent).

• Wanda has become uh...kind of a shit mom? Though I mean, she’s only been a mom for a week and her kids grew ten years in like two days, so she hasn’t had much practice. Still, though: Wanda you are a mother get your shit together, you don’t say stuff like that to children, especially not your own!

• Billy why you gotta be such a sensitive sweet boy you’re gonna need so much therapy my little angel child

• if you have to say “I’m fine” more than twice, you’re not fine.

• OKAY I think this is a red herring and Major Goodin is not actually the engineer, but CMON MARVEL WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH US THIS WAY

• Has anyone actually seen a strongman in a circus in the last decade or two?

• There are lions in this circus? That is highly unethical, Wanda....also, wait, where did the lions come from? Did Wanda just turn some stray cats into lions? ...that’s actually kind of cool.

• Hey Vis why haven’t you just gone around town waking people up? Though hmm now that I think about it, that could go bad pretty easily. Too many panicked, angry people.

• In case you didn’t notice (though I’m sure you did), the guy Darcy punches is the same guy who called her “Miss Lewis” and wouldn’t get her coffee, so he probably had it coming (for other reasons - don’t punch people for refusing you coffee).

• Hula girl in the van! That’s definitely a Agents of Shield ref, right? Or is it just “hula girls are fun to put in moving cars”? I’m gonna pretend it’s a reference.

• They really nailed these depression commercials right down to the greyscale. “Nexus” is a thing to pay attention to, in case you didn’t catch that but you definitely did because ..cmon...if you’re reading this you definitely already knew.

• Agnes’s house is such a tip-off, the decor is so NOT “Agnes”. ESPECIALLY in a sitcom. It looks like the kind of house that would belong to an Old Money family that hid a disabled child in the attic at some point.

• Monica WHY

• This would be a good time to point out that Monica hasn’t taken the time to process getting snapped and losing her mother. It’s a juxtaposition to Wanda, both people who disappeared and lost loved ones suddenly. Both doing reckless-ass shit out of grief.

• Monica’s Superhero-itis hits the final stage. You can tell from the glowy eyes. That only happens when you hit full power.

• I think the best thing to come from WandaVision is getting to see Vision’s actual personality. We never really had a chance to learn much about him from the movies outside of knowing he’s a good dude (because He Is Worthy™️) and that he loves Wanda. We got about ten seconds of him being awkward and cute with Wanda in Infinity War and then aliens stabbed him and it was mostly business from there on out.

• Monica is about as subtle as Carol Danvers. There’s a crazy, mindcontrolling, cosmically powerful witch who hates me making trouble so the best plan would be to STORM INTO HER HOUSE YELLING. C’mon, Monica!

• Superhero-itis hits its peak with Monica’s superhero landing. Is that even a smart way to land? I feel like it’s not the most stable pose, along with that whole bad for the knees thing that Deadpool pointed out.

• WHO IS THE PACKAGE MAN?!? IS HE THE MISSING PERSON??? IS HE RALPH?? WHO IS THE MISSING PERSON JIMMY?!?!?!

• Also what’s up with Dottie? They made kind of a thing about Feige having to approve Emma Caulfield Ford’s casting and she’s shown up once or twice since the 60s ep but that’s it. Give Anyanka Jenkins more screen time!

• WHERE ARE THE BOYS AGNES

• “Ten is too old for Yo Gabba Gabba,” she thought despite fully having watched Arthur well into her teen years (it was a good show, guys).

• Wanda’s in the basement and OOH they’re using the creepy slide trombone sound!! I love when they do that.

• So is the sparkly book the Darkhold? Or a different evil magic book? I honestly hope it’s a different one since they used the Darkhold on AoS and even if it’s a different universe...can you just let them have this one??

• We finally got the big Agatha Harkness reveal! In general, I think that Hollywood has this problem (mostly in TV shows, less so in movies) where if the audience figures something out ahead of time the writers decide to add a crazy twist in order to shock the audience. The problem is that whatever twist they add is usually sloppy and makes no sense and the whole thing winds up being very unsatisfactory for everyone. The smart thing a storyteller can do here is not change the story, but add another layer. An unexpected problem or character development that still keeps us intrigued or entertained without derailing the whole plot. In WandaVision, they know we know Agnes is fishy as hell, they wrote it that way. They know we’ve figured it out and they wisely stick to the story, because finding out you were right is STILL fun and it keeps things on track. But they’ve also added another bit of fun for the audience to make the reveal feel more special: they gave us THE GREATEST THEME SONG OF ALL TIME.

• Okay, maybe not really THE GREATEST, but it’s pretty fucking good. I mean, it had a great start by clearly being based off of The Munsters theme which really IS one of the greatest theme songs of all time.

• Is that Kathryn Hahn singing the “It’s Been Agatha All Along” part?

• Kathryn Hahn doesn’t get enough credit for being both incredibly talented and alarmingly hot.

• SHE KILLED THE DOG? THATS TOO FAR AGATHA THATS TOO FAR

• I don’t think Agatha turned the kids into a fly and Señor Scratchy. She definitely did something sketch with them, but I don’t think it was that.

• WE GOT A MID-CREDITS SCENE FINALLY

• I think I officially became an Evan Peters fan for life with “Snoopers Gonna Snoop”

• Evan Peters character is definitely NOT Pietro. So who is he exactly? I know people were really betting on him being the actual Quicksilver from X-Men but I’m starting to feel like he might literally just be some lackey of Agatha’s from our universe and it really was just a (brilliant) casting gag. I guess I’m fine with it either way, as long as they handle it well.

• This multiverse shit is gonna get DICEY. It could easily go so wrong. Really hope you know what you’re doing, Marvel.

• In conclusion: Costume department continues to nail it with “Pietro”’s slouchy beanie. It is perfection. That guy definitely sells weed when he’s not trying to gaslight the most powerful being on the planet.

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wandavision s1e7 #wanda maximoff #the vision #vision #monica rambeau #darcy lewis #agatha harkness #marvel #MCU #agents of shield #wandavision thoughts

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farty-city · 3 years

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inside bo burnham review no one asked for

i enjoy other peoples commentary and i was writing down my first thoughts anyway so here it is

inside

first song/intro song

i like the phone screen on him, very reflective of how we have had phone screens on us

“roberts been a little depressed” osnskjdnfs

they were right “daddys made you some content so open wide” hjbfafn

intro

oh my god he looks awful

but like in a cute way

maybe

healing the world with comedy (second song)

the canned and queued laugher no exactly… is it a symbol or is it just funny.. who's to say.

it think its a good first song, establishing he knows what he is doing is kind of useless

“the indescribable power of your comedy”

he looks like marc maron rn

i like the synthed voice and synthesizer

the jesus allusion … yeah

“i'm a special kind of white guy”

this feels like he knows how he is perceived by fans.. Make happy was too much

his fucking dancing fksjdnfksj

i think he did a good job looking manic

the lasers lmao

Side 1

Bo made a huge gamble releasing this like,,, what if you just stumbled upon it and this was ur first introduction to him..

I bet its like when i comment dumb things on instagram comments and get that rush of hehehehe

NO NOT BO DEVELOPING BILLIE EILLISH VOWELS

Also this is exactly what he wanted like,, he just wanted to make his things and not deal with the crowds so..

To think i was like finding scraps of him performing at largo and stuff and now,, so much content

life imitates art

the way he's literally what he wrote hgbkdf

there is no authenticity with cameras

suicide ?

facetime with my mom tonight

the blue light.. Yeah

o hblue like sad

i don't know how i feel about the electric music but i guess its no different than whatever else i listen to

this is sad wow

still catchy etc

side 2

i wonder if here will be any fart jokes

that is how the world works (songs)

the huge mess and then him in a sweater

this is reminiscent of that walmart muppets

he became tim minchin with a sock puppet

the “yes… yes sir” stoppp

jkgdsnfijwkensfosnf

qbejfnjne

nerjgnoejns

bo making a political statement and a metaphor for activism and then making it weirdly kinky

brand consultant (bit)

man bun

i have to believe he filmed it with the beard because quarantine vibes and also bc he was tired of being seen as a child

white womans instagram (song)

i did not like that intro

BO AND GLASSES THANK GOD

the daisies wow just wow

underwear

“white womans instagram” or “bo burnham becomes a girlboss”

i like that he didn't lose his cadence like the way the rhymes are you can still tell its him

i don't get the mom part sorry

is it like how people are very superficial but also very personal on their instagrams

this part was legit sad

side 3

i wonder how he felt with cameras constantly on him

Although this is the point hes trying to make

lol seinfeld moment (bit)

unpaid intern (bit and song)

“barely people somehow legal” was so smooth woW

omg he was scatting

he was a man who would scat

oh my god what great news

the react clip omg

i cant believe he did that oh my god

observation/critisism and response to the “can anyone shut the fuck up”

and as i realized what he was doing he was like “i have this need for everything i make to have a deeper meaning” oh my god

now the question is how long will this go on?

jeffrey bezos (song)

idk its catchy

and then theres him like sleeping and talking which kind of is part of the jeff bezos song

bug eyes salamanders hehe

sexting (song)

i do believe this is just a silly song

the earrings tho omg

sounds like post malone hbkjdsnfskj

idk its still about like intimacy in quarantine and that stuff..

the knife (bit)

i know hes copying like other youtubers but like,,, what

stuck in a room (song)

the intro is very funny and relatable

classic bo i love it

i will say this special has been more reflective but i suppose it has to be

“look whos inside again”

i like the end too, this is all a fabrication

this is the clip where hes staring at the projection of himself from his old youtube videos which is sort of more like an ending to the “stuck in my room” song

sorry (song)

i love the 80’s style music and its like zumba

oh this is like an apology song

“father please forgive me for i did not realise what i did, or that id live to regret it” what a catchy line

i would say this is another more “classic” bo song where its self aware and funny

“my closet it chalk full of stuff that is vaguely shitty”

camera falling

this deserves its own bullet because its silly

i'm turning 30 (bit and song)

i remember him talking about this on a podcast and like,, damn i didn't know this also happened LOL

i really like how he did the lighting

“stupid fucking ugly boring children”

suicide talk (1)

this is interesting i like the use of the projection

this is something that could never have happened onstage

just like with the it being projected on him

i guess it could but it would have to be done differently and probably hed have to make it funnier to make it more engaging

intermission

i just checked this is about the halfway point.. Mh

i don't wanna know (song)

“i thought it’d be over by now”

i wish this was longer but i kind of like how its just a little snippet and then the cut

video game (bit)

“i guess i’ll cry again”

“is the dude big or is the room small” lol

hm depression

feelin like shit (song)

ohh the lighting is fun again

this is the tone shift i suppose

the feels like supalonely and the new kind of music

atl

panic attack

everything all of the time (song)

feels like brandon rogers

i enjoy this

this feels like “welcome to youtube” grew up

“a little bit of everything all of the time”

“apathys a tragedy and boredoms a crime”

ok olivia rodrigo

finishing the special (bit)

these feel like diary entries but as standup

interesting choice

jeffery bezos (2)

Why the seaweed suit

Where did he get that

the digital space (bit)

suit up, gather what is needed, and return to the surface

damn

pirate map anfdkjfnskjd

this was so stupid (affectonate)

that funny feeling (song)

the campfire vibes

kenny loggins

i don't get it..

is it about childhood, is it about the present?

i think its talking about the end of content?

“the end of culture”, to quote make happy

change and not liking it

“we were overdue, but it will be over soon”

if the second half of the special is like a panic attack this song is like a momentary pause before it gets worse

“so ive been working on this special”/breakdown

this was .. uncomfortable and genuine which i'm sure is why he kept it

all eyes on me (song/rant)

another sad thing to watch.. damn

me trying to tell if the audio was from make happy

i think he was trying to make it as if the audio was from make happy

this feels.. familiar

and obviously that is the point

“come on in the waters fine”

the use of autotune during the talking part... yeah

sad that he was gonna make another special… and it would have been totally different than this

i’ve decided i like the homage to make happy

It feels like hes made peace with it

the montage of him waking up and the “i think i'm done”

and then of course the ending where he's watching it over to remind us that its all fabricated

possible ending song/ “i promise to never go outside again”

ngl he looks good in the shirt with the haircut hehe

which i feel like is what he wants up to notice

and then like not think after we saw all his breakdowns

“i want to hear you tell a joke when no ones laughing in the background”

i really like the medley

Final thoughts

I want a blooper reel, but this doesn't seem like the kind of special

I also wonder if the songs will be on like apple music, but again, doesn't seem like the kind of special

I'm happy for him, he got to be honest and open and show us the sort of panicky stuff

this self aware comedy is exactly the stuff that i think will be making a comeback in the next decade. John better be pulling up with more deconstructed comedy.

I hope this has given him peace

#i am so sorry for clogging the feed #bo burnham #inside #inside bo burnham #make happy #what.#words words words #bo fo sho #oh bo

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yaspup9000 · 3 years

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So I Saw My Little Pony: A New Generation, and Honestly, I have some thoughts and Opinions So, Here’s the Basic plot of the movie, So pretty much in the Film took place many years in the future after the Events of Gen 4, Unicorns, earth ponies and pegasi hate each other now due to the fear and lies. However One Pony name Sunny is trying to reunite the Unicorns, Pegasi and earth ponies so they can be friends again. Okay so, Now From what I’m hearing from most Passionate fans of mlp are well... Lets just say that the feelings of this film from the Fans are a bit mixed. Some loved it while others hate it, but, what about me? some rando who so happens to grew up with MLP and such? what are my thoughts and Opinions? Well.. Okay Let me go with some of the Pros of the movie. Sunny’s childhood with her dad is just COMPLETELY WHOLESOME!! JUST SOO FREAKIN WHOLESOME!! warms my cold heart. Izzy is adorable and Funny, I really just love her energy in this movie. The CG Animation with the fur, hair, hooves and other backgrounds are just, really really pretty to look at. Also in the start of the film it was really nice to see some 2D animation in the mix too. also the other creatures designs, freakin cute! I really love the forest where the Unicorns lived, I find it really pleasing to the eyes and I wish i could live there. The Humor is pretty funny and I love how some of there characters bounces off of each other. oh yea and the music was pretty good i guess. it alright. Also the massage to the movie, Really good and is very relevant in today’s world. Pretty much saying that you’re not immune to propaganda and stop pending each other together but instead work together and understand solidarity cause in the end of it all we all have a goal and life many good goals to fight for. now some cons of the film, or mainly some of my issues of it. I’m going back with the CG now, Alright, even tho I like how the fur and everything looks, I do not like how the Teeth and mouth look at all. It just feels so uncanny to me. Even though I find the cg nice looking it doesn’t mean I have its issues with how it look at times. Idk and sometimes the eyes just gives me CG Diseny princess vibes to me. Idk maybe its just a me problem. Not to mention even tho there are some ponies that have different fur and such some of the models are well, there’s not much of any Different types of body shapes they can play around with, except for that One unicorn guy but other than that, not much Oh yea also, I Kinda wish that The movie itself was its own thing since the fact they’ve gotten rid of all the other species in the MLP world just to have the whole ponies of a different race hated each other thing just kinda gave me a really bad taste in my mouth. Idk man, just rubs me the wrong way and makes me wonder even more what happened that cause all of this. Also it kinda deviates from the Gen 4′s Canon a bit if not more. Oh yea also, (This is a bit of a spoiler but...) I kinda wish there was proper closer for Sunny, IE Like her having a new home and such. (also not much of a problem or anything but at first I thought that due to the magic being gone their cutie marks were also gone as well cause at first I thought they never had any cutie marks until i found out in some shots they actually do have cutie marks, idk man kinda odd)

Okay So Rather you’re a big fan of Gen 4 or not, rather you have really deep and possbly harsh opinions of this movie or not, I recommend watching, just put your differences aside for once, go into this movie blindly and just enjoy it. Even tho Im not much of a fan of how the direction was going for the movie’s plot or even the animation at times, I still was able to enjoy this movie. But if you dont like it cause it changes so much of Gen 4′s lore yet wants to be a continuation of gen 4 anyways, or even how the cg turns you off, well, I do understand if you dont want to see it and honestly You’re opinions are vaild. But to me, I just thought the film was fun

#MLP gen 5 #Review-ish #my little pony a new generation #honestly the movie isnt too bad not great or awful it has its issues but I had fun with it #mlp

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stradlingmrstradlin · 3 years

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So I enjoy writing and I this is the first story that I wrote with the intent of being posted. Constructive criticism is always welcome ♥️

Here's the story

Steven x Duff

Reader x Izzy

(No warnings, maybe swearwords if that counts, also I don't promote underage drinking)

I think I managed to stay gender-neutral

Words: 2794

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You were on a road trip with the guys, how did you end up here? Oh well, you've known the guys for a few years as you were good friends with Steven since you were kids, but you had a falling out because he moved around quite a lot and your family did too.

When you were 14 your family moved to Seattle and stayed there for 4 years. In those years you met a blond-haired dude whose name was Michael or as you and a few other people called him, Duff. You and Duff met at a corner store when you were 15 and tried to steal a bottle of vodka. Duff was also lurking around the alcohol section, also probably trying to steal some alcoholic beverage.

But he was, according to the store manager, a suspicious punk guy...so he got kicked out before even getting his hands on anything. You felt bad for him so after sliding a bottle in the inside pocket of your denim jacket and throwing a wink and a charming smile towards the cashier you walked out.

So there you were at eighteen having to say goodbye to Duff because your family was moving away... again but now to Ireland. You had a huge argument with your family about always moving and you losing all of your friends because of them so you made a decision, to run away. Ok, I know that's a stupid idea because how the fuck will you survive on your own?

Your family was well off so you decided to take a bit of money with you, they probably wouldn't even notice.

You lived in quite a few places after that, from the back alley of the theater to Duff's place, his family loved you so it was ok. When Duff decided to move to LA to pursue his dream of being in a band you of course followed him.

You moved into a small one-room apartment together, but it was great. Living with Duff is fun. But he always moved stuff on the top shelf to mess with you, and also money was tight. You guys both worked a lot but it was alright.

He joined a few bands and played a few gigs in shitty bars but none of them worked out. You played guitar so you tried but it was the same with you, never being able to keep a band together for more than a month. Also being a girl didn't help, because many bands thought that it'll ruin their image if a girl is in the band.

Eventually, he put an ad in the paper looking for a band and that's how he met the other guys. You were super surprised to see Steven there but also happy to see him. Also, you remembered Slash from meeting him with Steven maybe a couple of times. The only new people were the two boys, who, as you later found out were from Indiana. The one who looked a bit like Johnny Thunders was hot, but you ignored that fact for now.

The first thing you noticed between your two blond friends was a bit of jealousy, at first you thought maybe they liked you and were jealous of each other, but after a while, even before they knew it, you caught onto the real reason. They didn't like you, at least not romantically, they liked each other. But for about four years they didn't act in their feelings...(later on about that)

Eventually, in 1985 they formed Guns N Roses. The guys liked you, and Axl tried to fuck you, but after a big smack on the head and an angry talking to by Duff he quickly forgot that idea.

So now in 1988 here you were sitting in the back of a van, that Izzy was driving because he was the only sober one...today. Tomorrow probably you'll have to drive.

Your pov.

We were in the car for about twenty minutes and everything was calm...for now. Led Zeppelin was coming from the radio and Axl was softly singing along, in the front seat and Izzy was driving. Duff sipping something from a bottle, probably something alcoholic, and slowly falling asleep and leaning on Steven's shoulder. Steve was smiling per usual, but if possible his smile got even bigger when Duff's head landed on his shoulder. But as all good things come to an end, the comfortable silence got broken.

"I have to pee!" Steven suddenly yelled out, causing Duff to lift his head off of Steven's shoulder and look around in confusion. "The fuck is going on?"

Axl just grumbled "Steven is a fucking baby and can't go and use the toilet before road trips...no he has to use them when we are in the middle of a fucking highways"

Slash snorted at Axl's response but didn't say anything as he didn't want to get into this argument, surprising.

Can't the guys stay still for one second?

"Izzy, can you please stop the car at the next rest stop?" I asked, as kindly as possible not wanting to further upset Rosie and listen to him throwing a temper tantrum for the next hour or so, he's annoying sometimes.

Anyways we stopped at the next stop, and Steven almost ran to the restroom. I switched places with Axl because he was tired and wanted to sit in the back, so he could stretch out a bit. Now Axl was sitting next to Slash, and Steven came back jumping in next to Duff. We're on the road again.

"Can I switch the music?" Izzy looked at me with almost puppy dog eyes, well I didn't think that was possible.

"Of course, what do you have in mind?"I replied almost laughing because of the face he was making

"Maybe Hanoi Rocks?" He again looked at me with the same stupid face.

"Fine, just stop making that face because I'll probably die from laughter" At this point, I just straight up burst out laughing and he just threw a cute lil smile my way. I was super proud of myself because I made THE Izzy Stradlin laugh.

A little background on me and Izzy. When we first met I ignored that he was hot because I didn't want to mess anything up for Duff with the band, but in the next two years that feeling grew from "oh, he's hot" to "I want to fuck him". No, we never fucked, but at a party in 87' we had a really hot make-out session which was sadly ended by a drunk Slash passing out on top of me...that was a wild party. There were no awkward feelings between us but we never took it further either. We sometimes cuddled and kissed when we needed human contact but nothing else. I always wanted more, but Izzy...Izzy is a mysterious guy, hard to figure out, the only person who somewhat is able to figure him out is Axl...but you don't go to Axl asking for advice, because Axl's advice is usually bad advice.

..My thoughts were interrupted by the opening cords for Don't You Ever Leave Me, which's one of my favorite songs. Izzy glanced at me and seconds later we were quietly singing because we didn't want to disturb our four friends who were asleep in the back. Axl and Slash were leaning on each other and Axl's face was barely visible because of Slash's hair. Duff was leaning on a window and Steve was cuddled up to him.

As I was looking at my friends when Iz asked me a question "When do you think they'll realize that they like each other because you have to be an idiot to not realize it, I mean Steven always smiles around Duff, and Duff is so cuddly with steven?" Oh boy, the problem was, that our friends were indeed stupid, at least on the topic of love. "I don't know Iz, they are after all a bit ignorant when it comes to love" As I said this I saw something in Izzy's face change, but I couldn't identify it because it was gone pretty soon. After that we didn't talk much, only glancing at each other a few times but it wasn't uncomfortable or anything, we just didn't have anything else to say out loud.

However, my thoughts were really loud... Ignorant with love? That sounds like us, maybe after all Duff and Stevie weren't the only stupid ones.

...It was around 6 pm when we got to our destination, a fairly large cabin up in the hills, between a shit ton of trees. Nice, finally we can rest without reporters, fans, and annoying paparazzi asking about the private life of the guys.

Everyone had their own room as nobody really wanted to share, we specifically looked for a cabin with 6 rooms, we love each other but sharing a room is annoying. In the beginning, when we didn't have much I shared rooms with probably all of the guys.

Axl is an annoying little fucker, he kicked me in his dream a lot of times, my back hurt a lot after. Slash is nice, he let me have my own space on the small bed we slept on and didn't bother me, well he accidentally woke me up when he fell off the bed, but that sucks for him, not me. Steven and Duff both love cuddles, Steven almost suffocated me once but other than that it's nice sleeping next to them. Izzy...He doesn't hug you or cuddle up to you when you're going to sleep but somehow you always wake up tangled together.

After we brought up our luggage to our assigned rooms Slash had the awesome idea to watch a film. Steven wanted to watch something funny but Axl quickly told him to fuck off.

"Axl, that's very rude" Duff quickly came to the help of Steven. "Yeah, well I ain't watching some shitty comedy, that's for pussies" ..Axl is an asshole sometimes

Slash had enough of arguing and just put on a horror movie and told everyone to shut up and watch the movie.

Halfway through, Steven was cuddled up to Duff, hiding in his chest.

Axl laughed every time someone died, and Slash always shushed him.

Outside pov.

As the movie went on Steven was buried under his hair, two blankets, and most importantly to him, in Duff's arms. How can they be so stupid? Not noticing something that's there?

But they weren't the only stupid ones, no there was a black-haired boy, and you. Also stupid... too stupid in love to notice what's there.

After the movie ended you made food for the guys. Duff decided to help, as the others were pretty incapable of cooking or didn't want to help.

Your pov.

"You know y/n you're blind for not noticing how Izzy looks at you." Duff stated bluntly. "Well McKagan then you're pretty blind for not noticing how Steven looks at you"

"What do you mean?" He asked with...hope? His eyes got wider and you could hear his voice shake a bit.

"Duff, are you serious? Steven likes you, he always tries to be close to you, looks at all the groupies you fuck with so much anger in his eyes, I never thought he could be so angry. And don't think I don't see you staring at him all day" I said with a sweet smile on my face.

"I don't get it y/n..he..he likes me?"

"Yes Duff, he does, he really does, so please don't mess this up, promise me you'll talk to him while we're here"

I really hope he'll talk to him because it's probably eating them up from the inside to keep these feelings locked away.

"But! Y/n, you should talk to Izzy too, you have something between the two of you" Duff looked at me with pleading eyes

"Duff, things are complicated, we.... well, we know about each other's feelings but, I don't know, I guess we're just too afraid to fuck it up"

I don't know about his feelings, to be honest, but I'm definitely scared to fuck up because I really like him. For a time I never thought I'd be able to love someone, and I know that's a strong word to use, but when he came along, stuff changed.

By the time we were done cooking the guys were all hungry and basically ran to the kitchen, I was really conflicted inside from our conversation with Duff. Should I mention it to Iz? Probably should. Whatever, I'll think about it later.

Night came around and everyone retreated to their own rooms to sleep, or in my case think.

Outside pov.

Slash and Axl were fast asleep in their rooms, but the others weren't.

Duff was sitting in the kitchen, head in his hands muttering to himself about being a coward and stupid. Steven however noticed someone downstairs and when he saw Duff and what he was muttering to himself he got sad. How could this perfect human being think that he's stupid? He tiptoed behind him and pulled Duff in his arms from behind. Duff was sitting so the back of his head was pressed into stevens chest. At first, Duff was scared but as soon as he smelled the familiar and calming scent of Steven he instantly felt comfortable, like he was at home. Steven turned Duff around and carefully put his fingers under the taller man's chin and leaned down to press a love-filled kiss onto his lips. At this moment both of them understood everything without words. Duff stood up hugging Steven and lifting him up to take him to his room. They didn't do anything else besides cuddling and a lot of kisses, but both of them felt safe and eventually, they fell asleep with Duff on his back pulling Steven close to him, almost on top of him. This is how they'll be found when you walked into Duff's room in the morning to tell him something.

What was that something?

Well after a lot of thinking you got up and went to Izzy's room. It's now or never you though.

Your pov.

My fingers softly collided with the wooden door and a rustling noise inside told me that Izzy heard it. This seemed like a really bad idea all of a sudden. Well, can't do anything about it now.

A soft "Who's there" could be heard from inside the room "Just me, can we talk?" I replied really quietly wondering if he heard me. "Yeah, come in"

"Iz, look I'm going to tell you something, ok? Please don't interrupt me."

"Alright"

"So you know when we met, I immediately found you extremely hot. Well, those feelings grew a lot since then, and when we kissed at the party, it just, felt so...right? I know you'll probably tell me that you were just drunk all of the times you kissed me, or just felt lonely. But Iz, I like you, a lot." Silence, that's all, he said nothing. Just staring at me with his signature poker face.

"I knew it, sorry for disturbing you, I'll just go now, forget it please!"

As I turned to walk away he grabbed my arms and pulled me back into a hug that soon turned into a kiss. When I opened my eyes again we were cuddling on his bed. This is where I felt home, felt alright, in his arms.

"I'm sorry for not responding love, it was just shocking to hear that you liked me. I thought you kissed me all those times just to anger Duff or Axl. I guess I just never thought you'd want to be with a junkie " Izzy whispered looking down at his arms sadly

"You thought wrong Iz, I don't give a fuck about what you do, well yes I don't like you doing drugs, but also you can get over that and to me you are perfect"

"Maybe it's too soon to say, but I love you y/n, I really do."

"I love you too Iz"

Outside pov.

Maybe they weren't so stupid after all, just scared of their feelings. The two blond boys, who understood each other without words. Izzy and you, on the other hand, needed words to understand each other fully.

But what matters is that in the end, everything was alright.

#steven x duff #izzy stradlin #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin one shot #guns n' roses #axlrose #axl rose #steven adler #duff mckagan #slash gnr

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★ touch | k.sy

▰ genre: humor-ish + 5% angst + fluff + spice

▰ word count: 2810

▰ synopsis: for a boy with chubby cheeks and a tendency to communicate through cute noises and yelling, you had yet to witness the dark side of his onstage presence, not to mention most perverted or suggestive innuendos of any kind + protective!soonyoung + "you're my baby" + innocent! reader + gender neutral! reader + idol!verse

▰ warnings :: sexual innuendos(?), talks about sex (formal and informal talk)

It seemed like a joke how just the other day you had been sharing cotton candy and taking photos with plushies with Kwon Soonyoung literally just yesterday, and today, here you were crimson as ever, watching that same ball of energy perform in harnesses, leather, and simply radiating an aura you had never even ventured thus far to come across.

The boys relished your pure and wholesome wit, since their dark humor and rare suggestive jokes never failed to go over your head. These guys were your basically your brothers, in the most colloquial and intimate way, excluding the flaming anomaly that Soonyoung was.

As a close friend of everyone's, it had never once been your intention to be something more than friends with the boys, especially since you made way too many jokes about Chan being your baby (which goaded Jeonghan way too much).

But Soonyoung's natural charisma and energetic charm had inevitably tangled itself in your heart strings. The stars his eyes held suddenly became the only constellation you knew and could recognize. His scent, his thunderous laughter, his contagious humor, his voice, his sincerity, his love - you soon fell for everything about him. (All in the span of a year, to be exact.)

"Are you sure you want to keep watching...our performances, Y/N?" Wonwoo muttered from above you as he hovered over your cross legged form on the sofa in the mini dorm they shared. Mingyu neared you both, amused at your attacked expression as Soonyoung continued voguing and rolling his hips.

You swallowed hard, shakily pausing to meet the eyes of your best friends.

"Of course, I have to support my boys!" You laughed nervously, visibly sweating from the pressure.

"God, how many times has he practiced this? H-he's just so precise with his movements..." you were murmuring at this point.

"You're such a little kid!" Wonwoo laughed, ruffling your hair and obviously using his phone at the moment to message someone about it, especially with Mingyu's guffaws of "Yeah, they're turning red!"

Soonyoung wasn't one to forget things yet you had found yourself hoping he would have forgotten about your scheduled date for tomorrow. You needed time to recover.

'Cause you can touch me, touch me...

His ginger voice goaded you on in your head repeatedly. He was haunting you.

"Hey, don't you want to wait for Soonyoungie to return and then, he can walk you to the bus?" Seungcheol and Chan had stopped you on your way out. You had to have still been painted in shock as the youngest giggled under his breath.

"Y/N, I promise we're not having sex with anyone when we dance." He assured you, waving his hand dismissively until Cheol clapped him on the head.

"I should just whack you for speaking so crassly, you punk. Leave them alone!" He met your eyes and you realized he was wearing harnesses for an upcoming stage.

"Yeah, I gotta go. Bye!" You had practically ran out of there.

It wasn't that you were a baby. Your innocence still held authority over your way of life, mainly regarding all things sexual and the lack of vulgar that tainted one's vocabulary, though, in the back of your mind, you found curse words somewhat endearing.

There have been multiple times where the boys teased you about it and where they were a little too wild for your own good, like that one time you had nearly walked in on Mingyu naked, simply walking around the dorm. Seungkwan had shoved him over the couch, flipping him and his bareness. Your eyes had fallen only on his bare backside.

"There," he had said with a small, tense smile. "The evil is gone."

He was a bit of an exhibitionist, they had told you that day. You were escorted to the dance studio so you could complain to Soonyoung as he had been creating a choreography to a Portuguese song.

You weren't even safe from films as one particular movie was brimming with sex jokes and puns, even showing some random exaggerated sex scene. The film hadn't even finished and the boys were all laughing at the top of their lungs at your stiff, heated up face.

"I don't get what's so funny about the number 69! I'm telling you!" Your cheeks were red as ever.

You were too embarrassed to even ask your parents about the birds and the bees at this point so you were left to discover for yourself.

"What do you mean you're going to teach me about sex?" You asked aloud, the next day, while Jeonghan failed to cover your mouth on time to avoid the attention of the other 12 boys in the dorm but it was too late.

"Sex? Jeonghan, that is off limits!" Joshua scolded from the kitchen. Chan eavesdropped with way too much fervor and excitement until he had been yet again whacked by Seungcheol.

"I'm not going to have sex with them! I'm just...telling them about the birds and the bees," he confessed to a stern looking Seungcheol and blushing Joshua.

"Guys, this...isn't it." He muttered too quietly.

"They watched porn accidentally." Hannie admitted with a way too amused grin on his face. You sat beside him with your face pressed into your hands in pure humiliation.

"Oh, my God!" Wonwoo replied in exclamation from across the room. "No, the poor baby..."

After a while of coaxing to tell of your sights and thoughts, you sweatily sat in the middle of the room, shakily explaining what it was like.

"...and I saw...the guy...just moving...his hips all up on the lady...l-like—Christ—like the way you guys do on stage sometimes. Except they were naked. They were huge and oily..." Cheol rubbed your shoulder to comfort you as he stifled his laughter as best he could, knowing this gesture was something that made you feel safe.

"Hey, Y/N, don't worry about us. It's them who copy our moves," Soonyoung spoke from beside you on the opposite side, pushing your hair behind your ear. His smile was too greasy and big. "How dedicated must they be. I find it sweet. It is a form of flattery. They must be cara — "

Jihoon clucked his tongue in finality with crimson ears.

"Don't you dare even finish that sentence, you moron," Jihoon gaped at his younger counterpart before the latter succumbed to his lack of formalities. "I mean, Soonyoung hyung. If Jun hyung even heard you — "

Yet the screeching in the room upstairs told you all that he had.

"You're so red," Jeonghan noted from across you, snickering. "Haven't your parents talked about the birds and the bees?"

You snorted in response.

"You should be able to tell that they never did. It's so embarrassing," your face stung, especially from Soonyoung's hand on your ear. "A few guys have made fun of me. I mean, everyone does once they find out."

"And just how do they find out? I'm sure you don't go around screaming about it from the rooftops." Wonwoo chuckled, but the laughter of the room dimmed once your hand began shaking.

"Guys, it... Well, once, I was asked on a date and they tried having their way with me despite my..."

The atmosphere changed at your words. You were like their little sibling, with the exclusion of Soonyoung as he had asked you out multiple times and never failed to talk to you as if you were his significant other.

"What...did...they...do?" Soonyoung asked in a toneless voice. His hands had dropped from your face and they now remained at his sides in fists.

"Soon, don't," Wonwoo warned. "It's not a bad thing to be as innocent as you are, Y/N, but being naive can be dangerous."

"They’re not a child!" Soonyoung burst suddenly, rising.

The silence fell too hard. Seungcheol held your hand to steady your shaky self.

It took days before you could talk to Soonyoung again, especially back in his normal manner. He never wanted to tease you about it as much but instead grew a bit more protective, but he wasn't your boyfriend yet. Technically.

So, of course, naturally, the day of your planned date had you anxious beyond belief. What would happen after tonight?

"Hey guys, is Soonyoung ready?" You asked, walking into the dorms with a bit of a fancier outfit than usual and even going as far as to style your hair and features with extra jewelry.

The boys were all in their pjs or sweats but nonetheless, at the sight of you, they all started gassing you up with wow's and aww's.

"Hyung is still looking for something to wear." Minghao commented, a little loudly, just to burn his elder's ire, after taking a seat on the couch.

"I'm guessing you're going somewhere fancy?" Seungkwan asked, taking your handbag into his hands so that you could stretch (nervously, as you did).

"Some restaurant, he said, ooh! and then he said we're going to a fancy dog park so we can pretend we have dogs but actually just pet everyone else's pets." The boys followed your fluid excitement, throwing in some comments like "Just drop off Soonyoung for us. He needs a new owner" or "I'll pull up with the car. You take all the dogs and then we run".

Everyone was in such high spirits that Soonyoung's iconic, energetic roar actually managed to startle those in the room.

There he stood, posing as a super hero, of course he would, clad in some white button up blouse (folded down to his elbows because he hated you and wanted to see you blush the entire night it seemed), tucked messily into black slacks with his own fancy pair of shoes.

"Is that my pretty Y/N?" Soonyoung erupted, pretending you were someone he couldn't recognize. "My pretty young thing? My PYT?!" Chan whistled in the background of his yelling.

He reached outward, connecting your hands, before pulling you to his chest so he could give you that fluffy smile of his.

"You're so pretty. Have I told you how cute and sweet and fragrant you are? You're like a flower." You were blushing rose, too, at this point.

"S-Soonyoung," You looked away from his constellation-like eyes. For some reason, instead of the innocent sparkle, you saw the dull reflection from his leather outfit and harnesses against the darkness as he rolled his hips.

"Won't we be late for our reservation?" You asked, watching as his feet repetitively rocked back and forth.

"Right, sweetheart," he squeezed your cheeks lovingly before turning to everyone else to say goodbye's for the night. "You guys better not wait on me."

Everyone scoffed jokingly, in return. Soonyoung slipped his phone into his pocket, listening to their banter.

"Absolutely no one is going to wait for you to come back." Jihoon replied bluntly.

"Whatever, buddy," your date called out with that goofy grin of his, meeting your gaze. "Time to go!"

His hand never left yours, interlocking your fingers, throughout the drive and the walk. He even jokingly sucked on a digit of yours while entering the restaurant. Everything seemed to be perfect, compared to the past few weeks.

Yet you still couldn't get this image of him smirking and rolling his hips upon the ground while dancing out of your mind. It made a lump grow in your throat.

You were fine, pivoting the daydream of Soonyoung's fluid hip movements on stage until the waiter hit on you, claiming that you and him had history though you had never seen the man before.

"I said, two waters, waiter." Soonyoung growled, surely wishing that you hadn't had to be sat with a table stuck between you two. This was nearing the last straw since he wouldn't back down.

The man only rolled his eyes, hopping back and forcing his artificial smile at him before peering back at you.

"I'll get it right now then." He vanished, leaving you still frozen in complete shock.

"Hey, S-Soonie, you know what you want to eat?" Your hands were shaking as your hands flailed around the menus.

He simply continued appareling that stoically pissed look that appeared every two thousand years. You could tell that he was attempting to stifle it in his eyes because he went over to you hesitantly to hold your face. Soonyoung crouched beside you, rubbing your cheeks.

"Do you still want to eat here?" He moved his thumb past your temple to tuck some hair behind your ear sweetly. "We can leave. I can get him fired. Tell me what's behind those pretty twinkling eyes?"

You wished you could stop time to capture how beautiful the look in his own eyes was, how loving and cute his pout was, and just about everything about him.

"I don't know if I still want to eat here, but you already made a reserv — "

"Say no more, Y/N. I'd rather go somewhere else, too. Too crowded here anyways." With that, he rose to reach out a hand to you for you to take as you left. You bit back a laugh since there was barely anyone in the building.

As you left, Soonyoung stopped another employee to whisper something in their ear, a horrified scowl burning across the older man's face. Later, you realized it was the manager. He really did get him fired.

Your escort led you into a sweeter night with yours and his favorite food at the park for an evening picnic. The dog park was closed, so you decided to play on the playground like two idiots until a night guard chased you both out. You had ran just a little quicker than he had but it still took you a while for the two of you to reach the same proximity.

Soonyoung's arm brushed up against yours and before you knew it, his fingers latched onto yours one by one. Clearly, you had been unfocused for much of the night, not even sparing the few deep glances he'd do at you.

"Where have you been, Y/N?" He murmured, leaning down to place his forehead against your temple.

"Oh?" Soonyoung took you by surprise, earning a widening of your eyes.

The night greeted with a cool breeze that left even more goosebumps in the wake of its blaze; there were already some due to the thoughts that had your mind on fire.

Each of you came to a halt and he faced you, drawing some hair behind your ears just to cup your face. His eyes reflected the night with his nebulous gaze.

"What's been on your mind, my baby?" He cooed, which on another occasion would have caused you to gag, but you just blinked at him. Your skin felt feverish: everything molten underneath the surface.

"I don't know how to tell you two things at once and I don't what to say first, but — "

Before you could even blink, he had his lips on yours and the taste of him slowly made his way into your mouth. A minor gasp broke through your mess of kisses and he seemed to exhale harshly at that against you. His teeth jutted out to nibble at your bottom lip.

"I'm sorry. I just couldn't wait anymore. Was that okay?" He asked everso gently, his hands holding your face near his. You nodded like an idiot and unable to smile or do much as your lips were nearly swollen.

“You’re my baby,” he murmured before going in once more to kiss you, leaving you breathless even more.

"With that said, Y/N, would you like to officially go out with me?" He stroked your cheek with his thumb and finally, a small grin bloomed upon your features.

"I'd love that," you breathed out, murmuring against his mouth as you leaned forward.

"So eager!" He commented and if it were possible, you burned up even more.

"Actually," you gripped his shirt with a determined expression toughening your eyebrows. "This is your fault. I haven't been the same since I saw your Touch stage. I'm all hot and bothered..."

He snickered into the side of your face before pecking your temple to meet your eyes once more.

"If you're ever comfortable or ready, you can always experiment on me." His voice sank into your chest and you smiled at that.

"Thank you,” you leaned up to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. “I have some ideas already.”

Soonyoung wrapped an arm around you, holding you tighter and with even more affection as you were now officially dating.

“Great,” he squeezed you before lowering to whisper into your ear. “I’m always ready for you to touch me.”

And for that night, the touch was a slap on the head.

#soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #soonyoung imagines #hoshi imagines #seventeen scenarios #soonyoung fluff #hoshi fluff

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