#the prettiest duet that never happened

[jandjsalmon]

#speaking of songs that make you think of love #when you say nothing at all #keith whitley #alison krauss #the prettiest duet that never happened #gorgeous

[voguesriot]

DON’T HURT YOURSELF ✹ luke castellan

( summary ) social media au where your boyfriend became the asshole everyone warned you he’d be and now you’re looking for revenge (& luke is a down bad loser w no game)

( pairings ) luke castellan x fem aphrodite counsellor!reader

DIRECT MESSAGES

sarahdawson: hey girly ik we’re not like close or anything but something happened last night that i need to tell you about

sarahdawson: so i was getting strawberries yesterday and max was there and he was being really weird and like flirty and i’m so sorry i feel like such a horrible person even though i turned him down right away but he tried to kiss me and i hit him and then i went back to my cabin but i had to tell you

sarahdawson: i’m so sorry

yourusername: THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE I KNEW HE WASNT WORTH SHIT

yourusername: this is clarisse btw i took her phone

yourusername: (me again) thank you for telling me sarah it rlly means a lot 🫶

sarahdawson: if it makes any difference you’re way too hot for him and literally anything you need (even rigging archery lessons so the new kids take shots just as he’s walking by), i’m your girl x

♫ Don’t Hurt Yourself by Beyoncé feat. Jack White

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yourusername love god herself (love u mama) 💋

sarahdawson AHHH YOURE SO PRETTY

yourusername THANK YOU GORGEOUS 🥹🥹

clarisselarue too good for anyone 😮‍💨

silenabeauregard prettiest girl everrrr

chrisrodriguez pur girlie

yourusername what.

chrisrodriguez gods forbid a man expresses an ounce of girlish whimsy

yourusername nooo queen i appreciate you thank you

seaweedbrain you ate ‼️‼️‼️

seaweedbrain ate my dessert*

seaweedbrain it’s all fun and games until you end up stealing from the youth

seaweedbrain count your days miss counsellor

yourusername my girl sally should’ve kept you on a leash for a bit longer because you are rabid my love

seaweedbrain I WAS NEVER ON A LEASH WTF

racheledare STUNNA GIRL STUNNA GIRL I CHOOSE U BABY OVER A HUNDRED GIRLS

yourusername ME AND U 4EVERR 🙏🙏

lukecastellan nice dress!!

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clarisselarue lukecastellan i saw that.

lukecastellan why are you so ominous

clarisselarue why are you such a loser

lukecastellan have you ever been chill for a day in your life

clarisselarue have you ever known the loving touch of a woman

chrisrodriguez FOUL 😭😭😭

♫ Feather by Sabrina Carpenter

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[ tagged: yourusername , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean ]

sarahdawson girls night w my favs 💘

silenabeauregard APOLLO CABIN 🔛🔝

yourusername FORREALLL

yourusername best night i’ve had in a long time i love u all sm ☹️🫶 ( liked by sarahdawson , clarisselarue , silenabeauregard , drewtanaka , hazellevesque , pipermclean )

silenabeauregard MY GIRLSSSSS

wisegirll prettiest girls in the world 💕💕

clarisselarue sarah girl love ya but maybe leave the singing to ur siblings 🙏

sarahdawson RUDE

yourusername sarahdawson dw baby i loved our duet xx

sarahdawson we simply are destiny’s child

drewtanaka yk who is shaking in his boots

seaweedbrain oh yeah cool i didn’t even want an invite it’s totally chill

yourusername calm down lil guy maybe when you’re older

clarisselarue if zeus doesn’t smite his ass before he gets the chance 😭

seaweedbrain clarisselarue I BEAT YOUR DADS ASS HES LITERALLY A DEADBEAT DADDY

wisegirll too far

seaweedbrain sorry clarisse

lukecastellan yourusername we could hear you singing all the way in hermes ☠️

yourusername NO THATS SO EMBARRASSING WHICH SONG

lukecastellan i think it was never lose me or smth

clarisselarue bros acting like he hasn’t been thinking ab it nonstop

yourusername lukecastellan i’m so sorry for any pain i’ve caused

chrisrodriguez AYY BRO MAKING MOVES

groverunderwood you call those moves? 😭

chrisrodriguez baby steps are still steps let me celebrate my guy in peace 😔

♫ Heartless by The Weeknd

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maxwalsh never been better

clarisselarue oh that’s not ☠️

lukecastellan this what you’ve been doing instead of coming to sparring?

maxwalsh it’s a better challenge

drewtanaka THE CLAWS ARE OUT MEOW

yourusername just posted to their story!

DIRECT MESSAGES

lukecastellan: you look really pretty

#luke castellan x aphrodite!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #camp half blood x reader

[hyperfizationss]

can i request some hcs for spiderman noir x gender neutral reader who's a singer?

Spider-noir x singer reader hcs

-literally love this request❤️if I could I would kiss it

-anyways

-totally try’s to make it to all your shows

-he’ll come to your shows as both Peter and spider-noir,but if he shows up as spider-noir it probably b/c he just got done fighting a villain

-now he does live in the 1930s I’m imagining the reader with like a Marilyn Monroe (I don’t know any male old singer/idols sorry!)

-definitely likes to help you write songs

-if you ever asked him to sing with you he’d never actually do it.

-as Peter

-but if spider-noir just happened to to show up he’d definitely sing with you

Spider-noir: a friend of mine told me you wrote a duet but no one will sing it with you

Y/n:really may I ask who this friend is?

Spider-noir: I think you know ;)

-WOULD TREAT YOU LIKE A QUEEN/KING AFTER UR SHOWS

-like just a bit of nfsw here scroll on if u don’t like that

-I imagine after a few of your shows he’d slowly slip of your dress/suit backstage and kiss every part of you while telling you how good you were on stage

-ok nsfw over

-if you wrote a love song dedicated for him he’d fall in love with you all over again

-as Peter in that situation,he’d immediately head backstage and give you a very passionate kiss

-but as spider-noir in that situation,he’d head to a back alley that’s near the place you were singing (I’m imagining an old timely club/pub) and do the classic Spider-Man kiss thing

-he’d sometimes wonder how he was able to pull such a talented individual

-you guys would so be that meme “me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic”

-imagine if you two had to travel for shows and you got to pay for the prettiest hotel ever

-if you ever watched home alone 2 that’s the kinda hotel you two would stay in(just not in New York,cause that’s where you’d live)

-he likes to pick out what you wear before shows,it makes him feel special

-like either necklaces or ties he just likes to pick it out

-if he ever missed a show he’d never stop apologizing for it

Y/n: Peter I have another show next week,it really doesn’t matter

Spider-noir:I still shouldn’t have missed it

Y/n:Peter,baby,love of my life.you were saving a kidnapped lady from a gang,my show was the least of your worries

-I think you’d make more money than him as a singer so you love to but him gifts and Knick knacks

-you’ll also get him new glasses if he ever breaks his(he’d totally ramble abt how glasses should be free,cause why should someone pay for disability care?)

-if you ever got so big that you made it on the radio he’d set up a whole ass party for you just to hear your song on the radio for the first time

-he supports you through everything,the good the bad you name it he’s there

-whenever he’s at actual work and not being spidey he has a radio on his desk just to see if one of your songs come on

-and whenever one of your songs do play he always whispers to himself “that’s my partner”

EEEKK loved this request so cute!

#spider man noir #spider noir #spider noir x reader #into the spider verse #spiderman #atsv x you #spider man noir x reader #fanfic #spider noir headcanons #spider man: across the spider verse

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Have I Told You Lately That I Love You: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

word count: 900

Request: Could you do an Elvis imagine where he invited the reader to duet on stage with her, but she’s extremely shy so ELVIS tries to make her comfortable

A/N: This reminded me of the scene in Crybaby where Crybaby invites Allison up on stage to sing with him at Jukebox Jamboree, so this is loosely based on that.  

Elvis thought you had the prettiest voice he had ever heard and wanted so badly for the world to hear it, but you always shot him down every time he brought up you singing with him for a record or even on stage with him. He understood you were shy about singing in front of others, hell he remembers how nervous he was the first time he took the stage.

He returned home from the studio that day and could hear you in the kitchen lightly singing along to Mr. Sandman which played on the record player as you worked on dinner. He leaned up against the doorway listening to you sing with a smile on his face and after a few minutes, he walked over to where you were standing and wrapped his arms around you.

"You have a voice of an angel, Darlin." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"No need to flatter me, my love, I'm already making you dinner." You said with a smile as he laughed at your comment.

"No flattery here, all honesty. I really wish you would just let me bring you on the stage and show the world one time just one time how talented you are." He said as you turned and wrapped your arms around him.

"Elvis baby." You started to say already knowing where this was going.

"Please sweetheart, just consider it. We could sing together one time and if you don't like it then I will never bother you about singing in public again. Please for me." He said cradling your face in your hands as you felt yourself about to give in to him and those damn blue eyes of his.

"Your trouble, you know that? But I'll think about it." You said to him before going back to finishing up dinner making him laugh.

That night after dinner you couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend's offer and maybe just maybe singing on stage with him wouldn't hurt, you knew he never let anything happen to you or let you embarrass yourself on stage.

"Yes, I'll perform with you just this once to see how I like it." You said to him as you two got ready for bed.

"I promise you won't regret it, sweetheart." He said with a smile on his face.

It was about a week later and since you told Elvis you would sing with him and you had no problem singing with him when it was just you two rehearsing, but the thought of being on stage in front of a sold-out crowd freaked you out and nearly brought you to a panic attack. You were standing off to the side of the stage watching as he finished up the song he was performing when he looked over at you and smiled.

"Now for this next song, I'm gonna have someone very special to me join me on stage, so baby will you please come out here and join me?" He asked you as you shook your head at him already feeling yourself backing out.

"Forgive her, she's a shy thing but I know you guys will take care of her. Come on baby, I've got you." He said walking over and grabbing your hand and bringing you onto the stage with him.

Once you were on stage you could only focus on everyone staring at you making you more nervous until you felt Elvis squeeze your hand bringing your attention back to him.

"Just focus on me, not them, you know like we practiced?" He whispered to you as you nodded your head as he begin to play the opening chords of 'Have I Told You Lately I Love You' and begin to sing and soon you felt yourself singing with him which brought a smile to his face.

You almost forgot that you two were performing on stage in front of the sold-out crowd because you eventually got lost in singing with your lover until you heard the sounds of clapping and cheers for your performance.

"See I told you that you could do it, baby!" Elvis said pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Yeah, it was because I had you up there with me. Thank you, baby." You said smiling at him.

"No need to thank me, Darlin, I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to you. I love you so much." He said pressing another kiss to your lips.

"Not as much as I love you." You said wrapping your arms around him.

#austin butler!elvis presley #austin butler!elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x reader #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler x you #elvis x reader

[rarephloxes]

@lucienvanserraweek, free day!

I’m so happy to announce that this is a collab with my dear friend @ratabrasileira!!! Go show the beautiful drawing she did some love!!

rating: G

words: 2.2k

Elain searches the woods for flowers and finds more than she ever expected. Sleeping Beauty Au

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Elain left the cottage barefooted, the soft cushion of the grass comfortable and well known to her feet. The familiar and gratifying feeling of calm earth beneath her, steady and grounding, more than enough reason to forego any sort of shoes.

Roses, Feyre had chanted, the dreamy look in her sister’s eyes persisting ever since her chance encounter with a newcomer guard at the town square, the prettiest ones you can find, please?

Elain had not the courage to tell her younger sister that she had picked fresh flowers just the day before, funny-shaped pink blooms Elain found at the lip of the stream near the border.

So, she had picked her basket - the one Nesta had gifted her on her last birthday, handmade by her older sister herself; a beautiful, intricate thing done with the hard-earned love of the hardest Archeron - and left, a spring to her step and a tune brimming in her throat.

The woods, the townspeople said, were older than the village by unaccounted years, and therefore filled with deep, wondrous and dangerous magic.

Elain, as well as her sisters, was orphaned too soon. A wasting sickness that had scourged their village had taken away both of her parents, one after the other, leaving only a nearly of age Nesta, a doe-eyed Elain, and a tear-stained Feyre.

Many years had passed since, the nebulous, all-consuming pain of the absence of their parents soothed by time. Despite her grieving, it never escaped Elain’s thoughts how lucky she was to have such wonderful people in her life: her kind neighbors; the quaint, energized people of the village, who never missed a chance for celebration; the old grouch at the square who made wooden figures just as her father once had; Feyre’s laugh, her creativity and Nesta’s attentive strength.

The woods, magical and mysterious, were a source of peace in Elain’s little life, too. A balm made of soft sunlight, fresh, perfumed breeze, and the singing quietness of wildlife.

She walked, shawl hanging on her elbows to ward off the slightest of spring chills. Elain sang to her heart’s content, a lively lyric dancing on her tongue and bouncing on the leaves of the tallest of trees, her heart soaring with each note she presented to her loved woodland.

With Feyre’s wishes in mind, Elain followed a path towards a grove, the humidity at her destination perfect for the birth of deep pink roses which best complimented Feyre’s complexion.

She crossed the sturdy old bridge that allowed passage over the river, her cottage’s mill no longer audible from where she stood.

“Hello, Mister,” Elain greeted the white, wild bunny, its twitching mustache smelling the air twice before hurrying on fast jumps towards her, a cupped palm of berries awaiting the animal’s eager mouth, allowing her to scratch its head “You’re rather famished this morning, aren’t you?” she asked. The bunny agreed with what seemed like and affirmative ear twitch before her furry friend scampered away to a nearby bush.

Then, singing about poets and kings, Elain continued her path through the meandering trees, her basket filling with dark, juicy berries - a few of them already staining her lips red - and multicolored flowers.

A bold, red little bird landed on Elain’s extended finger and enchantingly sung with her. Its melodic chirping lacing and harmonizing to the girl’s sweet voice, their impromptu duet accompanied by the rustling leaves and the gurgling stream.

How wonderful Elain felt, surrounded by nature, connecting to the air around her as if it had birthed her itself, offering it her voice. Respectfully reaping the charming flora, she found on her way, breathing their scent, befriending the forest animals, and spinning on the tip of her toes on the soft soil.

As she stopped dancing, her skirts still swishing around her calves from the last of her twirls, Elain noticed a magnificent shrub of the blooms she had braved the woods for, jewel-bright pink petals shining under sunbeams, as if the tress had organized themselves to create a spot of light for such earthly beauty.

Right then, the strangest of things happened.

With her heart jumping to her throat, beating frenetically against her ribs, Elain noticed a beautiful horse. Saddled, with a gleaming chestnut coat, dark eyes downcast, calmly munching on the grass near its hooves.

It wasn’t unheard of, horses in the woods, wild or otherwise, they were not far from the main road, but that was not what made Elain’s skin prickle with alertness.

A well-taken care horse as such must have a rider nearby.

“Samson,” called a male voice “There’s not much left to go.” The horse shuffled his legs, huffing before turning its nose away, back onto the moss.

“There will be carrots,” the voice tried again, with a tone of simulated indifference.

Caught like a fish on a hook, the horse’s great neck snapped up, looking at its rider, as if expecting the vegetable all at once. Stoic as the pair of them seemed, Elain had the impression Samson was kindly spoiled.

Elain, who could hear the rich sound of the stranger’s voice, had not yet distinguished his form in the shade beyond the grove she entered, but following the stallion’s gaze she finally sighted him.

Oh, but what a beautiful man he was.

Stranger was tall and broad-shouldered, with an old, silvery scar marking the side of his face, slitting his brow and narrowly missing his eye - which seemed to be a disconcerting shade of brown. He had the most vibrant shade of red hair she has ever seen, dark like autumn leaves and silky like water.

He was the most beautiful human she has ever seen.

Stranger, however, had yet to notice her.

And as handsome as he was, Elain was clever enough to realize that a quick, silent escape was the safest option.

Slowly, she walked one step back.

The crunch of the branch beneath her foot echoed loudly, too loudly to be confounded by an innocuous wildlife sound.

Elain couldn't raise her eyes to look at him, attention glued to the sword holstered at his hip.

“Be not afraid, lady. I’ll take my leave in a moment,” Stranger said in a placating tone, palms deliberately upraised for her benefit.

The woods turned to music at the exact moment their eyes met.

A world-altering spark of recognition lighted in her mind.

A stranger in the woods, merry music, dancing fireflies, and singing birds, trees being led by the wind as if women in a ballroom, her vision spinning, and her body lighting up like fireworks. A hand on her waist, a choreography her body must have been made for performing, such ease it was to allow it to guide her away.

Dreams, she remembered, wonderful dreams which always kept her under her covers for a moment too long, always ending way too soon, leaving longing as a dent in her pillow.

Now he was right in front of her.

“I know you,” she whispered, words slipping through her lips like birds escaping a cage, her hands shaking.

He was dressed in well-made traveling clothes, dark pants, finely done knee-length boots she had only ever glanced upon whenever wealthier people crossed the town to check on their local businesses, but those deftly dressed gentlemen couldn’t have looked better than the man even with the priciest of fineries. Elain resisted the urge to press her hands to her cheeks, heated and pink from noticing Stranger only wore a thin, unruffled poet’s shirt, - his cape and hat using the nearby trees as hangers - its open laces revealing golden skin and wisps of red hair.

Elain had never felt self-conscious of her looks or clothes, the townspeople dressing similarly to her (even if Elain herself had one of the best sewing hands in their village). Her current outfit was a simple corset with boning made out of prepped hedgehog spikes, the plain fabric embellished with neat seams and picturesque figures Elain had stitched herself; a brown, light skirt - easy to wash and easier to hide soil stains - and, what now she deemed absurd due to the grime on her nails, no slippers.

“And I, you,” he answered as in a daze, hands falling limply at his sides.

“Do you hear it?” Elain made her voice firm, lifting he chin but with her knees slightly bent, ready to run.

“Yes, my lady,” he took a step, then two, until a stretch of his arm would land his hand on her shoulder.

But he didn’t move to touch her.

Elain swallowed, the breeze cooling her body, eyes downcast, legs now motionless and nearly failing her.

“Why won’t you let me see your eyes, my lady?” She couldn’t be sure, for she knew him not, but there was pleading in his tone.

“I’m afraid, my lord, that if I look at you, I’ll awake and leave this dream,” she whispered, surprised, but not fearful, of her words. “And you’ll fly away from my grasp,”

Suddenly shy of her newly found boldness, she turned her back to him.

“I’m-" She started, voice small.

“No, please.” Elain saw a shadow over her shoulder but wouldn’t dare to guess. “Forgive me for my requests, my lady, you need not give me anything, I-”

He sounded... embarrassed.

She found it endearing.

The song of the woods shifted to a village rhythm she knew well.

“Dance with me,” he called.

A gasp fell freely from her mouth, the ghost of a touch on her hand.

Slowly, she turned back to face him and realized her mistake.

His eyes were not brown, but a vibrant russet shade, complimenting his hair better. Elain had heard only the continent bred humans with the most varied and colorful bodies.

“I forgive you,” she mouthed, her throat no longer functional.

There were callouses on his palms if from holding reins or sword fighting, she couldn’t determine, but they were so gentle against her skin she barely put any mind to it.

A blast of sound surrounded them, as if the song recognized their meeting, rejoicing in their movements, magnifying their volume to ensconce the pair of them in a cloud of magic. Elain allowed her stranger to spin and lead her in the dance of her dreams.

She couldn’t help to laugh and smile and giggle as they swayed in impossibly rehearsed arrangements, his wide, carefree, delighted grin pouring sunshine into her chest.

Time turned to a growing bloom, following the natural, slow, unpreoccupied pace of life. A hundred dances thrummed with them while the small pointer of the square clock circled once.

At that time, the resounding, deep clang of the church’s bell chiming twelve times broke through the magic steering the couple.

Elain ceased her steps, the pang of reality downing on her face, awareness washing the enchanted fog in her mind.

She let go of Stranger’s hand, the melodies dimming to a quiet hum, tempting her as a distance siren song,

“I must go,” she told him, yet unable to move.

“So soon?” he asked earnestly, arms lovingly tightening around her waist, not caging, only a gentle embrace.

“Oh, please, I must have my leave. Your lordship certainly has somewhere to be. I don’t even know what to call you-“ she babbled in a rush.

Stranger pressed his nose to the sliver of skin above her neck line, as if he couldn’t help himself, as if she were a saint and he a devotee. Elain lost the breath in her lungs, head lulling back, her words cutting themselves short.

“It’s yours,” his lips brushed the slope of her neck, “My name, my heart, my soul. It’s all yours. I’m Luc-“

Hurriedly, Elain lifted his head and pressed her pointer and middle finger to his mouth, “You must not tell me your name,”

“I heard your voice,” he admitted, a portrait of hope in his face, gently grasping her wrist “I deviated from the road to look for the angel whose song I was lucky to listen. But the singing stopped, as it was never there in the first place,”

“The woods have a mind of their own” she whispered to herself, eyes roaming around as if searching.

“I found you once I let Samson rest for a moment,” he continued, uninterrupted, as though afraid she would vanish in a poof of light.

“Please, my lady. Can’t you see? One is never to deny a gift from the Gods,”

“Are you a believer, Stranger?”

“Now, I am,” he said, his gaze unfaltering, “Will you allow me to reveal my name to your Ladyship?”

“I’m no lady,” she said, taking her hand from the warmth of his, regretting it immediately, “I must have my leave,” How would she explain her tardiness to Nesta? Oh, how reckless she was acting.

“At least allow me to take you to your home, my lady,”

Elain knew deep in her gut as clearly as she knew the color of the sky and the name of her favorite flowers that he would never hurt her.

But her oldest sister warning echoed in her conscience, coiling its limbs around her, refraining her voice.

The universe, it seemed, understood her decision.

Samson let out a loud neigh, attracting her love’s attention for just long enough.

“I’ll see you in my dreams,” she promised as he turned around to watch his horse.

And ran away, deep into the woods.

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Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs, likes and comments make my day.

Special thanks to @moononastring and @silvergriff for hosting this awesome event, @separatist-apologist for being the kindest and most considerate beta reader I could ever hope for.

I’m building a tag list! If you want to keep up with my writing, let me know :))

I may or may not continue this? I really want to mesh this with a bunch of other ideas I have on my notes!!

#elucien #lucien vanserra week #lucien vanserra headcanons #lucien spell cleaver #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elucien fanfic #elucie fic #elucien fanfiction #acotar #sleeping beauty

[rogue-durin-16]

MATCHUP FOR:

Anon

HAHA ok I’m redoing this cuz I just found the guidelines for the BOB match (sorry lol) I’m a female (she/her), straight, Gemini, INTP. I like picnics, making clothes/outfits, hanging with friends/family, listening to oldies music and watching oldies movies, reading, journaling, and taking pictures. I’d say I’m sarcastic, funny, and talkative with the right people. My flaws would be unable to handle emotions, hard to open up, and stubborn. I have curly/thick black hair and brown eyes, and I’m a couple inches taller than average. My love language is quality time. In the future I plan to have a family and a dog. I’m also protective of those who I care about. I think I’m a thrill seeker as well, I love rollercoasters and anything that’ll give me an adrenaline rush. Thanks (again!) and sorry for sending this in again lol

From Band Of Brothers I Ship You With:

Floyd "Tab" Talbert

Ship dynamic:

Platonic flirting to lovers™

Quote:

«Gray all around me, and there you stand in color, as if my eyes are only open to see you.»

I'm getting hot couple vibes, like, very very pretty and aesthetically pleasing couple. We love that for you.

Let's rewind a little, though.

Floyd sees you and automatically goes "I'm going for that one". It's not that easy; mind you, he loves that it's not.

Tab loves your sarcasm even more than he loves your sense of humor. He will deliberately trigger witty remarks out of you.

He will also trigger you getting protective of him AND THEN TEASE YOU ABOUT IT. THE NERVE THIS MAN HAS.

Speaking of triggers,

Trigger is your Child. Like yeah it's Tab's dog but this animal likes you way more than Floyd, so yeah, definitely shared custody.

Flirty banter, flirty banter, FLIRTY BANTER

You two probably live out of the fucking flirting situation for a long time, until one of you accidentally crosses the line between playful flirting and romantic actions, and then the chase is over.

...Awkward...

Stubborn as you are, it takes a hot minute to talk out whatever happened between the two of you.

The conversation was not exactly civilized because Tab takes no bullshit and handling emotions is not exactly your strong side.

But all's well that ends well, am I right?

Said conversation is most likely to lead up to you both deciding something along the lines of going with the flow.

Best decision ever, to be honest.

Flirty banter again, this time not platonic.

Photography sessions, not planned, more like impromptu kind of shit. You'd be spending some quality time together and then all from sudden Tab goes "put this one outfit on, we're taking pictures."

Also sneaky photos of Talbert. You two have the prettiest pictures.

You two got so much style. Also I'm sure you tailor things for him; this boy is a material gorl with taste.

Aesthetic couple.

He LOVES to touch your hair soooo much, girl.

While kissing, while lounging, while doing other things that i can't name to keep it PG; to reassure you, to reassure him.

He asks you to teach him to style it even, he's just so in love with your curls.

Singing along to oldies, duet full concert style, is one of many ways of having fun you two have. Probably dancing while doing so.

Netflix and chill. Take it as you may.

Constantly innovating when it comes to dates. At least one out of four dates had something to do with adrenaline rushes.

But also, at least one out of four dates is a cute picnics on a spring Sunday noon. Never at the same spot though, always innovating.

Talbert never thought of himself as a family guy, but he looks at you and thinks that you just might be the one to get him to settle down for good.

And he likes the idea.

#band of brothers i ship you with #floyd talbert

[moonbeamsung]

under the cut you will find my comprehensive brain dump about hot sauce <3

okay in addition to all the shitposts i made about the album as i listened for the first time, i have so much i wanna say about each track so here we go, even if no one reads this i don’t mind because i’m just posting it for myself! this is 15% semi-professional-sounding album review talk and the other 85% is me freaking out lol

hot sauce: someone said this is zimzalabim’s brother and i can’t stop thinking about it, but unlike that song it honestly didn’t take multiple listens for me to like the song itself. the only thing that was the slightest bit off-putting about it was the higher pitch of the chanting (which i still don’t know if i’m imagining or not) but i don’t mind it as much as i used to. the beat is so interesting and funky and the latin-ish(?) sound of some parts suits them unexpectedly well :,) all the members’ voices are so distinct and i think they all got a chance to shine, like even without looking at the line distribution it just seems pretty even to me when i listen. okay now onto the mv i think it’s super cool and when i saw it for the first time it felt like there was a lot going on and it was a little overwhelming but i think that’s just because it was 5 in the morning and my senses were overwhelmed lol (like the lyrics say o_o (i think??)) also JISUNG’S DANCE BREAK I AM ON THE FLOOR. he sounded so good sjdfbds. renjun’s adlibs (in the final chorus especially) are really something else and his lil duet part with jisung in prechorus 2 is amazing showstopping never been done before etc etc. haechan’s high note and jeno’s and mark’s (side note i can’t believe we really have 7dream again :,)) and jaemin’s raps and chenle’s voice throughout the entire thing are just,,, perfection omg. overall i love this song so much and think it was a great title track for them!!

diggity: IT GOES SO HARD IT’S CRAZY. first of all here are some timestamps that make me lose my mind: 0:30 i swear the adlib sounds like mark but the video shows that it’s renjun and he sounds😳whew. and 2:48.....jisung.........i can’t do this............for maximum pain watch a clip of him talking from 2016/2017 and then listen to this part but warning you may cry. HE SOUNDS SO SKDFBL WHEN DID HIS VOICE GET SO DEEP🥲like i knew it was but this is just. another level lmao but anyways, the bridge in this song as a whole sounds amazing!!! i’m very much in love with really small moments like the little “na na na”s in mark’s rap and the way they sound, sorta minor in tone. also love how the beats build up to the chorus each time and i just wanna bop my head to it! it seems like i hear new little harmonies and adlibs every time i listen and it’s such a nice mix of vocals and strong raps :)

dive into you: the VIBES of this song??? i liked it from the teaser but as i listen more and more it gets even better it seems. like imagine a summer roadtrip to the coast because that’s what this sounds like.  mark and jisung really started things off with one of the catchiest raps i’ve ever heard and everything about it is so perfect😩jaemin and jeno singing >>>> and chenle chose violence with his high note and hearing all the harmonies from every single one of them makes me so happy :> they’re so beautiful like aaaaa. also i just love the minor-sounding notes (that’s a favorite thing of mine can you tell) in the chorus with the “you-ooh” parts. VOCALIST JENO AT 2:36 IS THE PRETTIEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD DO YOU HEAR HIS HARMONY. can’t forget vocalist jisung either, any time he sings i’m just🥰which has happened a lot this cb which is GREAT :DD and then on top of all that, the track video is adorable and they look so happy!! driver haechan doesn’t hurt either lmao AND THE PERFORMANCES OF IT ARE SO CUTE TOO LIKE HHHH

my youth: something about this song sounds so nostalgic and it’s going on my driving playlist because it just gives me such a carefree feeling, like being on the highway or driving through a city at sunset. it’s really chill and it’s one of the softer songs on this album so it balances out the harder-hitting tracks :) jaemin’s rap is so nice, reminds me of how much i love his voice :( i heard a clip of them singing this song live and it doesn’t sound the slightest bit different, it really shows all their singing talents🥺

rocket: omg definitely another favorite of mine on the album, it’s so upbeat and reminds me of dream run!!! also it’s moonshine produced so you know it’s going to be a total bop. for some reason it feels like something that would play on a rollercoaster if they had music, the scales and the synth make it sound really fun and it’s extremely enjoyable to listen to, makes me wanna dance around :) jaemin’s rap with the little star wars line is cute hehe. and chenle’s “level up” part, he sounds SO GOOD! from the bridge towards the end, that’s my favorite part, it’s such an energetic beat and, like, bouncy? i guess? that’s not the best word but i really really really love this track☺️☺️☺️

countdown (3,2,1) : besides the fact that mark decided to k word me with that “explOsive” line at the opening i love this one too! it sounds futuristic almost. i never knew how much i needed to hear jisung say “control freak” before this and his singing voice at 1:15 and 3:11 and 3:24 is just wOw—plus his RAP I’M NOT GONNA RECOVER FOR A WHILE😔🤭......also love the transitions from jaemin into mark and then jeno for that part in the bridge and the buildup it has to the final chorus. i think haechan’s and renjun’s voices sound so good on this track like at that softer part? aND HOLY HECK IS HYUCK THE ONE DOING THOSE ADLIBS TOWARDS THE END BECAUSE IF SO DAMN. yes boys you are very dangerous

anl: why couldn’t they have just called it all night long because everyone’s reading it wrong🤠this one is really chill and i think the way it sounds kinda matches the vibe of their boring ver. photos, if that makes sense. it’s also going on my driving playlist!! i don’t know what to call the little twinkling sounds at the start but i love those, and mark’s voice is so soothing in this song🥺something about the way renjun sings “sky high” is gorgeous and jisung’s parts with the harmonies are truly a blessing to the ears :] the chorus sounds so inherently dream and i feel like track itself has something mature about it? (not in that way geez) but like it just shows how far they’ve come music-wise/vocally

irreplaceable: except for mark’s one english line in the bridge (you know the one don’t make me type it) (but it doesn’t make me cringe quite as much anymore) i also adore this song☺️if this track had a video, i’d picture it looking something like the cafe 7dream content. it sounds really acoustic and warm and like they could just be casually singing it together in a cozy cafe or studio! also, i realized that it reminds me of another dream song when i hear it and i figured out that it’s bye my first hehe. HAECHAN’S HIGH NOTE IS WITHOUT A DOUBT THE BEST PART, MARRY ME SIR.

be there for you: literally the renhyuckle ballad we’ve always wanted!!! i don’t even have that much to say because it’s just so beautiful, all three of their voices blend so well together and it’s such a comforting track. nct’s slower and softer songs like this are very distinct and have a gentle kind of power. listening to it feels like a hug and the harmonies and high notes and the extent of their vocal ranges are just so, so amazing.

rainbow: for all the times i’ve cried to it, i still love it :,) those first lyrics from chenle make me want to bawl my eyes out simply because his tone there is so nostalgic and pretty and sad-sounding, and reading the lyrics makes me even more emotional (or maybe i’m just overly sensitive oops). the softer raps and angelic vocals and every little harmony and adlib are EVERYTHING, this is another song that just suits the unit so well. regardless of their positions this track proves that every single member is beyond capable of being a vocalist. i don’t know why it seems like such a sad and nostalgic song to me, but it’s also really hopeful at the same time. it’s like this dreamscape of emotions (no pun intended), and the video is so otherworldly and enchanted it seems almost magical. the colors and the playground set? their expressions and interactions with one another? i swear, their friendship and bond is unlike any i’ve ever seen. this track also makes me think of how proud i am of them, and i wanna give them all the biggest hug in the world🥺

if you decided to read this whole thing i would like to say i’m sorry for the ramble but also thank you for being interested in what i had to say :)

#what do i even tag this as?? #dream aoty🌶 #i guess

[docholligay]

Freeform: “Hope—cruelest of the evils that escaped Pandora’s box “ –Doc

Happy birthday! May the joy you bring to the world be returned to you... here's some angst:

"You're late. I was about to give up."

"Fashionably." She clicked the latch behind her, disliking how small the room became when he was in it. "I didn't suppose you'd have any other place to be."

  He'd left the lights off and the blinds tilted open to the glow of office towers and thankless stars. The illumination snaked in ribbons over the piano. It was a room for a duet, for the blooming of merged dreams. 

  "Ha-haw." He laughed. She hated it. The sound of a tethered creature.

"Think I just lurk in studios? Waiting for addicts?"

"Well, yes." She smiled sweetly, "Or - I don't know - perhaps there is a mean little tomb that you roll away into?"

"Ouch. All that money on a respectful education…"

"I have money. Here and now."

"Well, well. No screwing around for you, eh?" 

"None."

  He reached for the lacquered box. A magic box.

"Would you like to inspect the merchandise? Before I crush it?"

"No." Vulgar business.

"Of course. Then please, allow me." He set about laying out accoutrement on the piano lid. Expensive model for an expensive  school; grand and glossy as a coffin.

  "What's up with the leg? Limp's new."

"Not your concern." She sat on a couch for a visiting audience. The shadow of a music stand reached towards her.

"Fine." He said. "Gonna be one of those nights..."

The music stand did not waver. Indeed, it might have said, Do tell. Whatever happened to your leg?

"How is it that a dealer develops such a patronizing tone?"

"Eh? How is it that a user thinks they're superior?" 

  She could destroy him if she wanted to. Could twist his neck, apply force to any number of sensitive areas. Drown him. She could finish him off with a snapped music stand. Then again, she supposed, it wasn't something she wanted. Yet.

  He was ready, holding out a rolled ¥10,000 note. She took it, proceeded in the usual (inelegant) fashion, and - touching her nose delicately - sat back, watched the extinguished lights on the ceiling, and waited for something like surrender.

  He followed suit and collapsed beside her.

  "Opioids destroy memories." He said, "Feel sorry for those folk spending up large on holidays for their forgetful kids."

"Destroy visions too," she answered, "For a while, at least."

"Creatives." He laughed. "Haw-haw." Goat man. "Been a while since I saw you last. Thought our arrangement was over."

"Funny." It was starting to set in. "I hardly think of you at all."

"Liar."

"Thief."

"Aw, c'mon," He intoned next to her, "What I ever take from you?"

"Well…" Colours swam, "you know…" pooled and stretched, "youth… time…"

"Whatever." There was a shift beside her. "This about the dumb jock, isn't it?"

"I don't… don't know what…"

"What would your parents think?"

"Mm…"

"Everyone's seen you. Stalking around. Pretty pair."

"Yes." She admitted. "Very pretty. The prettiest." She felt herself sinking and sinking. Funny.

"So what's the deal? Got set-up in a group assignment? Bringing up a chemistry grade?"

"Mm. Let’s go with that."

The miserable light had remembered how to dance, and was making a rainbow halo around the music stand.

"You never tell me anything. Here I thought we were best friends."

"I don't… understand… the question…"

"Yes you do."

"Mm...yes I do…"

The smiling stars were trying to come in. "Yes we are paired… in that way..." She answered. "But it isn't serious."

"Ha! No surprises there."

"It just happened after one night… After a particularly bad…"

"Assignment?"

" - assignment. It was raining. She was… distracted or distressed about… I was reckless and…"

"Anyone ever tell you you're pathetic at telling stories?"

"I've no one else to tell…"

"It shows."

"It kept happening after that… but we don't… didn't ever talk about it or…"

"What?" He guffawed. "You run out before the sun's up?"

"No, no… we had, I thought, a kind of understanding…"

"Can't say I understand."

"Hmmm… she didn't either… so she asked. Just like that. No clothes. No swagger... just, just… 'What am I… to you?'"

"Should've made popcorn."

"Could use a drink… Isn't it the done thing... to offer a lady a drink?"

"I can't drive you to the emergency department, sweetheart."

"I'd never ask."

"That bad, huh? What'd you tell her?"

"Hmm."

The glow from the window was expanding. The slats bowing and jumping like a heart rate monitor.

"Fun."

She remembered it awfully, then. A look of betrayal, that dear, ruffled head. Foolish hero.

"Fun?" He took a theatrical breath. "When did you ever do 'fun'?"

"Sometime before I met you, I suppose."

"Don't remember it."

"No."

"So that's the reason for our reunion? Guilty conscience?"

"Hmm…? No, no… I already told you. The visions. Just a little… break from..."

"Ah. More blood and destruction? Waves of Fire? Dumb jock skewered like a kebab?"

"I… really do… hate you… sometimes…"

"I guess we have one of those relationships."

"The worst vision… one from that night…"

"The night of 'Fun'?"

"Yes." She closed her eyes. This wasn't really working anymore. "I saw myself as my mother's age. I was in a bathroom. My face was… I don't know… and I looked down and there were two toothbrushes in a glass. And I knew that one belonged to… and that I had made it to adulthood… true adulthood… and she was…"

"Hideous." He interrupted. "Vile. Quit while you're ahead."

"There's really no point talking to you."

She looked down at the lacquered box, ran her fingers over the painted insignia Kaioh. Once upon a time it had held her grandmother's jewelry.

"Probably not." He said. "But there really is no one else."

"No, no… you and I… the best of friends." 

  The shadows were brewing again, becoming louder.

"Just one question before I go?" The sneer had left his voice.

"Hm?"

"What do I look like? How do you imagine me?"

"Hmm… well, it shifts… but essentially… as best as I remember him… the first boy I-"

"-kissed?"

"Killed."

"I see. It's nice to have a face."

"When I was alone… In The Assignment."

"You'll be alone again."

"That's what I expect… can manage..."

"Just not the hope that you won't."

"Mm."

"So predictable."

"It's like you know my mind."

"It is where I live."

  The room gradually returned to a graveyard palette. She snapped the box shut, wiped the piano lid and saw her young, warped reflection, beside it the shadow of the boy.

ooooooh I love the ideas at work here. It took me longer than it should have to really catch on this, but man once I did I was HOOKED, Oh my little casual drug user MIchiru Kaioh, how I love thee. Thank you so much for this, I think it's fantastic.

#submission

[shinsorokiri]

UA Idol | Chapter Fifteen

Hitoshi Shinsou x reader

Word Count: 1,802

Warnings: Language, alcohol, drinking, drunk flirting

A/N: This is just a cute fun one. Alcohol man. She does shit to you. I hope you enjoy this one, this is a little bit of how Shinsou truly feels 🥺 I’m excited to write about the third challenge too, I think it’ll be fun. I also can’t wait to write for all the other characters too, this is gonna be fun as hell. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!! :)

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The first two days of Hell Week were officially over. It’s crazy to think that that was an actual thing. You’ve done two whole performances, and it was only over the span of two days. Literally wild. Luckily though, you’ve made it through the first to rounds. Now there was only the third, which you would get three whole days to prepare for. And thank GOD you did because the next one was intense.

After all the remaining contestants had gone and quite a few of them got wiped out, there were only forty in total left. This of course included you, Shinsou, Mina, and Denki as well as your new friends Kirishima and Bakugou. Of course, a lot of the people who stood out to you in the first round also got through, which you were happy about because they really deserved it. But with that, this next round was about to present half of the forty as the top twenty and the other half were about to head home.

“Alright, everybody. Congratulations on making it through to the third round! That’s not an easy thing to do, and you’ve all adjusted wonderfully to the group singing challenge to a duet challenge. Moving on from that though, is the solo rounds. You all are able to perform a song of your choice, but this round, as well as the last, it’s required to sing songs by artists that have already been out. However, there’s no list to choose from this time, so you can choose whatever song you would want to sing. You get two days to rehearse and let the band as well as the lighting and sound designers what you would like and work it all out with them! On the third day there will be sound check and then the performances in front of a crowd of people. This is the biggest test for everyone, you’re going to be able to show us how you interact with the audience, which is important for the live shows. For now, though, go get some rest and decide which song you want to perform. You all deserve it!” Toshinori told everyone, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited to just sit. Literally, that’s it, you just want to sit.

Mina and Denki had other plans.

So here you were, at a club in LA, sitting on this random ass couch that’s conveniently placed away from everyone in there. Essentially everyone from the show is in there, but everyone is too busy getting drunk and dancing and singing with their newly made friends. That is, of course, except for you and Shinsou. Who’s actually been right next to you this whole time. The two of you were slowly sipping on some complimentary drinks from Mina and Shinsou that they told you they’d keep ordering until the two of you were sloshed. Which wouldn’t happen. There’s too much that the two of you need to decide to actually get drunk.

“So, have you thought about what song you’re gonna sing?” he asks, taking a sip of the alcohol in his hand. “No… I wish I could just bust out an original, I could do that easy,” you say, sighing. “Yeah, same here. I mean I have some options, but I wish I could just sing something that I want to share. Like with my own words.” “Yeah, same. Especially since, like, you know, almost every single song out there is about love??? Like, no thank you, dude. I’m tired of that shit.”

“And this is why I love to hang out with you,” he says, a small smirk on his lips. You give him a grin and raise your glass in a bit of a toast before taking a drink. He chuckles, his eyes never leaving you. While the two of you aren’t necessarily drunk, the two of you are tipsy. I mean, think about it. Mina and Denki have bought countless shots. And there’s always four. So now, you two are just kind of trying to relax while they talk up the two girls, they’ve been staring at for the past two days. You’re feeling it a bit more than he is, and he knows that so he’s keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re okay. That’s the sole reason he is staring at you. Only reason.

Okay.

So maybe that’s not the only reason.

Can you blame him though? You really are the prettiest person he’s ever seen in his entire life. Sure, it scares him, but he really just can’t help it. I mean, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with him liking you, obviously. But the more time he spends with you, the more and more he just wants to hold you. And kiss you. And you know just be in a relationship with you. And maybe this is the alcohol getting to him, but damn. He really really likes you. And not just the way you look. The way you think. The way you act. Your voice. Your talent. Your humility. Everything about you is just so appealing and attractive. Weird how alcohol makes all of his thoughts that he tries to suppress flood his brain. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he hears your voice, which pulls him out of his silent stare. The smirk on your lips makes him smile. “Yeah, but a picture doesn’t compare to the beauty of the real thing,” he responds, reveling in the fact that he just made you flustered. He can tell by the change of pitch in your voice when you tell him to fuck off. Not mention she almost dropped her drink.

He’s so relieved he probably won’t remember this in the morning. Oh shit, wait he’s drunk. This was what he was trying to avoid? What the fuck. That’s when he realizes that if he’s drunk, you are too. You drank the same amount as him and he’s a heavy weight, so if he’s drunk you are too. And he definitely notices as soon as you stand up to go get another drink since you nearly fall over. Luckily, he steadies you. Sure, he also feels not very steady on his feet, but making sure you were okay was the top priority right now. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the fact that he was holding you by your waist again. Just like when you two fell asleep together earlier. “Maybe that’s enough drinks for you,” he says, and you giggle. “Probably a good idea,” you respond, and he takes your empty glass before chugging the rest of his down. He takes the glasses and hands them to one of the workers before leading you over to Mina and Denki. “Hey, we’re going to head out. I think (Y/n) needs to take it easy for a bit,” Shinsou says, trying to pretend that he wasn’t on cloud nine with you leaning into him and happily humming to yourself. “Aw, but we’re just starting to have fun! This is Momo! Isn’t she pretty?” Mina says, motioning to one of the girls from earlier with black hair. “Not as pretty as Jirou. Come on you guys should totally stay,” Denki basically begs, but Shinsou shakes his head. “I’m gonna take her back to the hotel. I’ll text you when I’m there.”

Before Denki and Mina can protest again, he hurries and takes you out of the club. He calls an Uber, leaning against the outside wall of the club with you still attached to his side. He has his arm around you and is gently rubbing your side with his thumb. “You smell so good,” he hears you mumble, and he grins. “Thanks, kitten.”

“I really like it. You’re the best.”

He knows that you’re drunk, and he is too, but damn. That sounded so nice coming from you. He can’t help but full on smile. “You make me so happy,” he hears you mumble into his shirt, and he swears his heart skips a beat. “You make me even happier, kitten,” he answers, and it’s true. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time. And it’s not just the alcohol. It’s you. Even if he’s physically drunk right now, he feels this way around you all the time. He hears you hum a bit before looking at him with a big grin on your face. He smiles back, and before he even processes what he’s doing he kisses your forehead. Your reaction is adorable, considering you just bury your face into him again. He chuckles, not even feeling embarrassed. Thank you, alcohol.

Eventually the Uber arrives, and he helps you inside before telling the driver where you’re headed. You both get there no problem, and he helps you to your room. He gives you some Advil and gets you a glass of water, making sure you drink it. He helps you lay down, sitting next to you on the bed. He watches as you start drifting off, making sure you were comfortable and sending a barely legible text to Denki telling him the two of you are back home. When he thinks you’re asleep, he goes to stand up but is stopped by you. “Noooooooooo,” you mumble, and he looks down at you. You have your puppy eyes out and he feels his heart basically stop. “Don’t go, Toshi, you make me feel warm and happy and I sleep better with you.”

Toshi? Fuck, he likes the sound of his first name coming out of your mouth. He doesn’t even oppose. He immediately lays down next to you. “Yay,” you mumble, and he grins. “Jesus Christ, kitten, you’re so perfect,” he says, pulling you into him. You giggle. “Not as perfect as you.”

“Um, no, you’re 100% more perfect than I am. I mean, look at you.”

“Nuh-uh, everything you do is amazing. You’re amazing.”

“You’re more amazing than I could ever hope to be,” he says, sighing. How did he get this lucky? Truly, even if you two aren’t dating yet, how did he end up just be able to be here and lying down with you? He doesn’t deserve this chance. And he loves being able to actually see you as you drift off to sleep this time. The city lights shining through the window and falling on your face make you look even more like an angel. He would love to fall asleep like this every night. And he actually falls asleep decently early for him again.

He even somehow managed to sleep through the noise Mina made when she saw the two of you after stumbling into your hotel room.

And now there’s a picture of the two of you on her phone. Just wait til she’s sober and sees it. 

#shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #my hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #boku no hero x reader #bnha shinsou x reader #shinsou #hitoshi shinsou #shinso #hitoshi shinso #my hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha shinsou #boku no hero academia

[princessjungeun]

Smile: Soyeon x Reader

Request: Can you do soyeon scenario where reader surprises her on stage singing her duet « smile » that Minnie was supposed to sing with her ? And soyeon getting emotional but trying to keep it together but once offstage lets it out ? Really thank you again, it makes my day to read this type of the stuff, especially if it’s well written like you do💜

WARNINGS: *One sentence contains talk of skipping meals*

Soyeon’s journey to becoming one of the best female rappers in the kpop industry wasn’t easy. She went on survival shows time and time again already knowing she wouldn’t make it, but she just wanted to get her name out there. She trained for five years, nonstop dancing and singing lessons, writing verse after verse, lyric after lyric to see nothing in return from her company.

Eventually, she was placed into a group and they practiced together day and night, in the beginning three of them couldn’t even speak communicate with the other girls. Despite the fact that they practiced day in and day out. They shed blood, sweat, and tears, danced until their legs were covered in bruises and their knees gave beneath them. Skipping meals until they couldn’t take it any longer. All of this was never enough for them to debut with the help of the company.

So one day Soyeon walked into the CEO’s office, demanding they give her and her girls a chance to debut. He told her no, and that they didn’t have the resources when they most certainly did. She took it upon herself to write and produce her group’s debut song.

When it finally happened she and her girls topped the charts week after week. Win after win, their name was everywhere. Soyeon not only made her dream possible but also her 5 friends’ too.

You always admired how hardworking your girlfriend was. She was genuinely a musical genius, you’d never seen anyone like her. Countless times you’ve woken up to her whispering what sounds like lyrics in her sleep. She’s woken up just to record a beat or melody that came to her in her sleep. You’ve carried her to your bed when she falls asleep in the middle of producing a song. Soyeon lives and breathes music.

That’s why you decided to surprise her onstage today. Years back she wrote a song Smile, she rapped about her hardships as a trainee. You always loved the song and she often caught you humming it unconsciously. Minnie taught you the parts because she was the one who sang in the original all those years ago.

“Ugh are you this nervous every night you perform?” You asked Minnie as she hooked a mic pack onto your back. “Stop stressing Y/N-ah. You’re an amazing singer. You’ll do fine.” You nodded and hugged her thanking her for helping you with the surprise.

You stood backstage off in a corner so Soyeon definitely wouldn’t see you. The shorter girl passed by you a few times , you hearing her ask around if people had seen you. Recently she’d been stressed over everything from her group’s performances to what their next comeback would be like. She never gave herself a break. As much as you wanted to run over and pull her into your arms, you stuck to the plan.

Soyeon huffed in disappointment when she couldn’t find you. She walked back onto the stage as the music started. Minnie stood next to you watching for your entrance. When the verse came, you started slowly walking into the stage as you sang. Minnie knew you’d hesitate to walk quicker so she shoved you onto stage. You saw her features soften when she laid eyes on you.

Throughout the song you knew she was fighting to hold her tears back. Soyeon isn’t one to cry easily but you knew she’d always wanted to sing with you onstage. This, in addition to all the emotions she had been pushing aside these past few weeks. It built up inside of her

The second you two got off stage she immediately collapsed into your arms. She sobbed as you held her close to your body. Her small frame shaking in your arms. You asked softly “Baby are you ok?” She nodded her head not moving it from resting on your chest. “I love you so much Y/N-ah, thank you.” Was all she was able to choke out in between sobs.

You pulled away from her, looking at her puffy red eyes and swollen cheeks. “Yah don’t look that way Jagi. Smile for me.” She couldn’t help but laugh at you, her smile was contagious, it always has been. You pulled her in for another hug “you always look prettiest when you smile.”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #gidle imagines #gidle scenarios #gidle soyeon #kpop readings

[julienschuester]

KISS IT BETTER

WHO: @ivystjamess & @julienschuester WHERE: st. james residence WHEN: 10/08, evening WHAT: after a brutal tennis match between ivy and darcy that resulted in baby raine’s...beheading...julien goes to ivy’s to comfort her on his birthday.

JULIEN: When Ivy stormed out of glee club rehearsal after everything that had gone down between her and the Canaries, Julien wanted nothing more than to follow her out of the choir room and comfort her. He felt guilty about everything that had happened with Darcy and the last thing he wanted was for Ivy to be upset or worse…upset at him. But when Dan took the floor and announced that it was best to let Ivy cool off, Julien wilted. He stayed put in his seat and although he was pretty downtrodden through practice, he powered through it. Once it was over, Julien hitched a ride with Dan back to the Schuester residence where a birthday dinner was already made and presents were wrapped and ready to be exchanged. Julien put on a smile for his parents and siblings as he went through the motions of a traditional Schuester birthday celebration until finally, he was granted permission to be excused. He wanted to be more present and engaged during his little family party, but all he could think about was Ivy. How was she? Had she iced her bruises? Had the Canaries done more harm than she’d let on? He was spiraling in a mess of ‘what ifs’ and knew the only way his brain would calm was if he saw her.  Julien ran up the stairs to his bedroom and quickly changed into some casual grey sweatpants, his favorite hockey sweatshirt and his glasses. He was already half way out the door, ignoring his mom’s ’where are you going?’ when he realized he’d forgotten a hat. Oh well. Julien didn’t like driving a car that had the word cheater scrawled into the side, but these were desperate times. He got into the Schuester mobile, which now had fresh wheels thanks to Julien’s summer savings, and sped to Ivy’s in record time. He parked a couple of blocks away (just in case her parents were around) and lightly jogged the rest of the way to her house. He moved stealthily once he reached her yard, doing his best to avoid any light sensors as he made his way through the bushes towards Ivy’s window. Jackpot. There she was, hunched over her desk doing what Julien could only assume was homework. He took in the sight of her for a moment, heart racing as a goofy smile danced its way on to his lips. Even angry and pouty, Julien couldn’t get enough of that face. Don’t get distracted, he reminded himself. Right. He took a deep breath and braced himself for the physically demanding task that was scaling the side of her house and then he was off. He had done the climb a couple of times before and it got easier each time...but not easy enough. He made it to her window in minutes and once he reached it, he tapped twice before he started trying to pry it open himself. “You gotta let me in legs,” he whisper yelled, slightly straining to keep himself up, “it’s my birthday wish.”

IVY: Tonight now marked twice in a row that Julien had come to her house tapping on her window. If Come to my Window hadn't been an anthem for sapphics everywhere for the better part of the last 50 years, Ivy probably already would have been preparing an arrangement for her and Julien. Her heart just wasn't in it tonight. After the worst day in what was shaping up to be a horrible week, Ivy had no song in her heart. Not only was a duet arrangement out of the question, but so was social interaction. It was so cruel of fate to not only give her a baby to tend to after the summer she had, but it was crueler to have it taken from her, and cruelest for everything to have blown up on Julien's birthday. She had pinky promised him not to be mad at him on his birthday, which she totally broke during glee club earlier. That bummed her out even more. With some time and cooling down, to no one's surprise, Ivy wasn't angry. Just hurt. Hurt Darcy had masterfully pulled off a villainous scheme, hurt that none of her teammates seemed to care, and hurt that Julien couldn't step up to the plate and defend her. It was all too much. Joey had texted her a few times about arranging a funeral for Raine over the weekend, but she left him on read. Everything about this situation was tender and she just wasn't feeling like herself. She cashed in on skipping both glee and Grease rehearsal and went home almost instantly where she dove into trying to do her homework. It was a slow and strenuous effort. It felt like anytime she got a good pace going, something set off the tears. Whether it be the envelope with Julien's birthday present sitting pretty on her desk, moving her rapidly bruising body in the wrong way, or the eerie absence of Raine's oh-so-annoying cries, there always seemed to be something that triggered the waterworks. Luckily, when Julien asked to be let in, Ivy was about an hour past her last cry session. For a brief moment, she stared at him dubiously until he clarified it was a birthday wish. Shoot. She couldn’t turn down a birthday wish. Wincing slightly as she rose, Ivy moved to open her window and help Julien climb in. Once he was in safely, Ivy filled the silence with the soft sounds of her shutting her window, closing the curtains, locking both her doors, then putting on some music to mask their inevitable conversation. She gave room for Julien to begin first, but painfully aware of the fact he wasn’t the most articulate, she broke the ice by grabbing the holographic red envelope with Julien and an assortment of hearts scribbled onto it. It wasn’t Ivy’s best gift, but she was confident her boyfriend would be happy to attend a Blackhawks game. She held out the envelope with an almost somber, “Happy Birthday.” This was the extension of her olive branch. Just to be explicit though, she added, “Sorry for calling you a musical slut and a cheater and like all that stuff. I didn’t mean it. I was just like being stupid.” she murmured, wincing once again as she sat on the foot of her bed. “Are you gonna open it?”

JULIEN: For a split second, Julien thought Ivy wasn’t going to let him in. He was moments away from panicking and probably tumbling down to the ground when she finally moved from her seat and opened the window. Once Julien was on his feet inside her bedroom, he wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the physical exertion and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger. As he smoothed out his sweatshirt and caught his breath, Ivy moved around the room like a busy body, taking all the necessary precautions to make sure they weren’t caught by her parents or sister. His eyes followed her as she moved around the room. Ever since they had officially gotten together, Julien felt inexplicably more self-conscious about saying the right things. Maybe self-conscious wasn’t the right word…but he just wanted to make Ivy happy. Getting to this point in their relationship had been a long and dramatic road, so the last thing he wanted to do was mess it up by acting rashly or doing something dumb. So as he stood there, letting his bottom teeth graze his top lip as he performed mental gymnastics trying to figure out where to start, Ivy took the lead by sticking a red envelope in his general direction. “For me?” he asked, almost surprised by the gesture, “woooow.” Julien stared at the envelope in complete awe before he even looked at what was inside. Whatever it was, it was from Ivy. To him. It could’ve been a $2 bill and he would’ve been over the moon. Before he could open it, Ivy was apologizing for what had gone down earlier in the choir room. A warmth filled his chest as she took back all of the things she’d said. It was water under the bridge for him. “You don’t have to say sorry,” he assured her, glancing down at the envelope again, “I’m sorry—“ but before he could say it, she was asking him to open the gift. Okay, maybe his apology could wait. He somewhat carelessly ripped open the envelope (but not before admiring all the little hearts she’d drawn around his name on the back of it) and quickly removed the two tickets that were inside it. He stared at them, mouth agape, for a second too long as he slowly read over the words. Blackhawks vs. Blue Jackets. A genuinely touched smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked up at her. “Ivy,” he cooed, quite literally fighting the urge to dance in place by excitedly making his way to the foot of her bed and sitting next to her, “this is the best gift. Did you know I’ve never been to a Blackhawks game? You’re seriously the best, I love—“ a pause as he let out a bashful little laugh and cleared his throat, “I love it. I really love it. I can’t wait to ask the prettiest girl in school if she’ll go with me…” He turned to look at Ivy then, his eyes notably softening when it dawned on him how sad she still looked. He put the tickets back in the envelope and then placed it down on the bed before giving Ivy his undivided attention. “I’m really sorry, legs,” he started, gently reaching up and placing his hand on the side of her head to softly strum her cheek and her hair, “what happened to you today was…so messed up. The next time I see Darcy…” Julien wasn’t an angry person, but now that he’d had some time to process, even saying her name left a bad taste in his mouth, “I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind. You didn’t deserve that. And I’m…” it felt silly to say, but it needed to be said, “I’m sorry about Raine. I know he was just a robot baby, but still.” Julien was great with words when it came to group pep talks, but he notably struggled with being articulate in more intimate one on one conversations. “I’m just sorry,” he concluded, holding her gaze before letting his eyes assess the damage done to her by tennis balls. “I want to hug you or hold you or something but I don’t want to hurt you,” he admitted, clocking the welts on her arm. Looking around, he scooted back on her bed until he could lean back against her pillows. “Come here,” he urged her, opening his arms, “birthday wish.”

IVY: This birthday wish business was going to be the death of Ivy. It had landed Julien, cute as ever, in the center of her room. From the way he pushed up his glasses to the way his sweatshirt hung over his frame made it increasingly difficult for Ivy to feel as sad. Though, as much as she apologized and engaged in conversation, nothing could stuff those sad feelings back into her heart. Julien's response to her apology in addition to his own brief one had her feeling a little better. Despite that sadness lingering, Julien's smile when he opened the envelope to the tickets momentarily made this horrendous day feel entirely worth it. With his smile like Christmas Morning and his eyes like Fourth of July fireworks, Ivy was hardly thinking about apologies. The way Julien said her name made her heart pound desperately in her chest. She was glad he liked the tickets so much. As he sat beside her, definitely a little needy, Ivy grabbed hold of his arm and rested her head on his shoulder. Maybe had she not felt so off she would have been more vocal. That wasn't the case, so instead she sought comfort in Julien's touch and provided him with a soft "No, I didn't know you've never been, I just like assumed you would have by now." His 'I love--' resulted in Ivy lifting her head to look at him. Was he about to--? No. He loved the gift. A lot. Clearly. Maybe the tickets were a better gift than she had initially anticipated. Now looking at him, Ivy felt a warmth that enabled her to smile. "Hm, well I hope she says yes because I heard she's like totally cute in a hockey jersey." Ivy said very seriously. The burst of feel good energy faded quickly as Julien once again brought up the events of the day.  Still, she leaned into his touch and hummed softly at his claim he was going to give Darcy a piece of his mind. Ivy didn't entirely believe that, but didn't want to complain either. Her and Leo always fought when she brought up things like this that upset her. She didn't want to be dramatic and let the same happen with her and Julien. He was too special. Remaining quiet for a moment as she tried to find the right words, Ivy hummed to herself again.  "We really like, don't have to talk about it. Seriously. It's like so totally...yesterday's news." she insisted after inhaling sharply. She'd get over it. "Okay it like, doesn't even hurt that bad--" That lie was a little more obvious, but she wanted to be held regardless. Luckily, her boyfriend seemed to pick up on that as he adjusted his position and fully settled on her bed. Crawling up to him and curling into his side, Ivy's doting gaze inevitably fell on Julien, "So like, what do you want to do? Watch a movie?" she asked, then threw in a playful, "You only have fifteen more birthday wishes to cash in before midnight, Jules. Choose wisely."

JULIEN: Ivy wasn’t particularly good at hiding her emotions, so despite Julien not being the most intuitive person, he could see very clearly that she was in need of some tlc. From the way she stared up at him with those sad blue eyes to the way she clung to his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, it was obvious that the bad feelings from the day were lingering. Julien pushed aside his excitement over his birthday gift and decided right then and there that despite it being his birthday, Ivy would be tonight’s focus. That was why he’d come to her house after all. The two bantered briefly before Julien launched into his own apology but Ivy wasn’t having it. Julien always liked to talk through his feelings (mostly out of necessity because he never knew how exactly he felt about things), but his girlfriend didn’t seem to want the same so he wasn’t about to force her to talk about what happened. Maybe it was best not to dwell. “Okay, Titan Times,” Julien sighed out with a soft, closed-mouthed smile, “yesterday’s news then. Out of sight, out of mind.” And that was that. Next thing Julien knew, he was scooted all the way back on her bed with Ivy curled up cozily at his side. All was right in the world again. With one arm around her, Julien very gently circled a fresh bruise on her arm with all the caution in the world to not apply any pressure and cause her pain. Her question made him chuckle slightly as he tilted his chin downwards to look at her. “We could watch a movie,” he mused, insinuating that they could if she wanted to, “but I’d rather just talk to you.” At the mention of his whopping fifteen remaining birthday wishes, his expression changed like something dawned on him suddenly. “You wanna know what’s crazy?” he asked, brows raised, “I’ve been here for like ten minutes and you haven’t even kissed me once.” Julien clicked just tongue and shook his head disappointedly. “Kind of mean to do to the birthday boy if you think about it...” he sighed dramatically before playfully kissing the top of her head and hugging her towards him just a little tighter.

IVY: On top of all her other bad feelings about this wretched day, Ivy presently felt the worst about being so glum on Julien's birthday. He only turned seventeen once and the last thing she wanted was for this day to be shrouded in her own selfishness. Sure, it would be a struggle to let go of that overbearing feeling that she was right and he was wrong for not standing up for her in the choir room as is, but laying curled into his side soothed that burn. ( At lease, temporarily.) Fantasies of them at the Blackhawks game swirled in and out of her mind, but for the most part Ivy's focused remained on the gentle circling of his thumb around one of her numerous bruises and the comfort of his natural scent wafting into her nose. Beyond being talented and sweeter than she could ever be, Julien had a natural gift when it came to cheering her up. Ivy could only hope she provided him with that a sliver of reassurance he so easily gave her. That was beside the point though. As Julien confessed to preferring to speak with her over all else, a familiar thumping radiated throughout her chest as she smiled up at him with nothing but sheer adoration. "You're so sweet, I swear you're like giving me cavities." she teased, only for her own brows to quirk upward at his next comment. "a whole ten minutes?" Ivy repeated quietly as if she too were in shock. Now that all the upset glances and brooding sighs had passed, Ivy found herself warming up to their usual playful routine. Giggling at the dramatic sigh of Julien's own, Ivy propped herself up on her elbow, "Okay, well like, we definitely cannot have that on your birthday." she agreed before leaning down and granting him a quick peck. "You've got fourteen left, lover boy." She said, still gazing down fondly at him. Less desirable feelings from the day feeling more and more distant, Ivy drawled "Wanna like cash them in for more kisses or...?"  before closing the space between them once more. Ivy didn't need Julien to speak to know the answer was yes. So as she moved her lips against his own, she began to familiarize herself with the idea that if she were ending her night making out with Julien in her bed, maybe this day hadn't turned out so horrible after all.

AND SCENE.

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[mysticthot]

RFA Highschool AU!

lol this was requested then i accidentally deleted the request my b, but here it is!

dude let me tell u i love highschool au’s thats some good shit right there!!

wasn’t sure if u wanted just general headcanons or specific ones for each charcacter or an x mc kinda thing so i did kinda a mix of all of that lol

So the rfa is basically like the student council

They plan dances and do fundraisers and what not

Everyone knows who they are, the rfa is like an elite little club that does everything for the school

And you’re a new kid

You had gotten directions for your next class from a teacher, but you’d gotten turned around a lost at some point

Class had already started, and there was nobody in the halls to ask other than some boy standing by the windows on his phone

Ignoring the fact that he was a bit intimidating and also supposed to be in class, you walked up to the pink haired boy to ask directions

His turquoise eyes did not look amused, but nevertheless, he pointed towards the door at the end of the hall

“It’s that one.”

“...Oh, ok uh thanks.”

He was gone with no response

Speed walking to the door, you mentally prepared yourself for the embarrassment of having to tell the teacher in front of the whole class you had gotten lost

But when you opened the door, only 5 people were in the room on the other side

Ok...this was definitely not the right class

After you talked to the group and figured out the confusion (turns out the brother of the red headed one had been messing with you) they offered to show you the right way

While you were in there you figured out with was the student council and you noticed some unanswered details for and upcoming dance

Before you left, you gave them a few suggestions for the dance that caught their attention

They invited you back for the end of the day meeting to discuss some more and before you knew it, you were the newest member of the rfa student council

Yoosung-

He’s a lil freshman

Cousin to last years student body president Rika, but her and V had graduated last year and had been the ones that encouraged him to join

He’s like the new kid who really wants to impress all his older friends

But at the same time, he’s already friends with some of the most popular kids in school so he’s definitely not a huge loser or anything (at least that’s what he tells himself)

He was hella excited when you showed up cause then he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know anything lol

You become besties before anything else

He shows you around and you have a lot of classes with him

Its a classic friends to lovers story

Its like one day you and him are just chillin like you always do, then suddenly, you’re seeing things differently

Things you did together all the time as friends now seems like it could be something more

And it was all because of Seven

Boi had all but forced Yoosung to ask you to dance, despite the fact that Yoosung was supposed to be helping Zen with the tickets, and while the dancing itself wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, Seven had decided that exact moment to put on a slow song

Now our boy Yoosung had always thought you were pretty

But you looked gorgeous in this moment

Despite the fact that his hands were on your waist, him holding you arms length away like you were middle schoolers, it was a very sweet moment

And the dynamic completely changed between you guys

He was nervous talking to you now??? Where did that come from???

And you?? Caught yourself checking him out?? The fuck?

You’re both confused and want to go back to the way things were before, but also you just wanna grab each other and make out in a closet somewhere

When you finally get together, you’re such a cute couple

Everyone already thought you were dating anyways, but now you held hands in the halls and it’s like everyone one in the school ships you guys

You weren’t the kind of couple that made out against the lockers between every class, just the kind that people could tell actually liked each other it was cute

You’re eachother first everything lol

You’re always helping each other with homework

And he teaches you how to play lolol

And you meet his mom, who absolutely loves you

Just so cute

Cute lil high school sweethearts type of couple

Zen

Drama student of fucking course

He’s a junior, and most people will agree, the prettiest person in the entire school

Half the school is crushing on him ngl

He went thru a phase his freshman and sophmore year where he was part of the bad crews in school, before he started acting

So he literally knows and is friends with like everyone in the school

Instantly flirty when you show up

Shows you around the school with his arm over your shoulder, and you have never gotten so many glares in your life

He’s so extra like this drama boi is explaining the school as though it were a movie

Pointing out who was who, and telling you all the gossip

Despite the warnings from Jaehee that a lot of girls would prolly actually kill to be in your possition, you continue to hang with Zen

And his flirting goes from playful to more real as you hang out more

Doesn’t take long for you guys to kiss and go on a few dates, but you havent made anything official yet, and it seems the whole school knows that and is on edge over it

Being around Zen is basically like being with Regina George from mean girls, like everyones talking about you and him, nothing is a secret

His ex’s (and a crazy girl who had a crush on him who everyone called echo girl) all hated you

And when he officially asked you out, it was like the whole school knew by the next day

But hey, what are you gonna do when you’re dating the school celebrity?

He loves when you come to his plays

His parents don’t support him doing drama, so often you and the other rfa members are the only ones there to cheer for him

Always getting that boi flowers

And he is your biggest fan in what ever you’re doing

Sports? He’s out there no matter what the weather cheering louder than all the parents

Choir? Helps you with your voice and sings duets with you. Always gives you standing ovations even if no one else is standing

Y’all are just so supportive of each other

A lot of people thought you and him wouldn’t last for long, but your prove them wrong by being a straight up power couple in that bitch

Jaehee

My girl hella smart

She’s also a junior, and in line to be the valedictorian when she graduates

Very academically focused, the rfa being the only club she really has time to participate in

She’s hesitant when you first show up

Home girl’s a stickler for the rules, and she wasn’t sure if it was technically allowed for you to be there??

But you help her out and take a lot of her work load off her hands just by being there

She’s so stressed all the time so when she gets to the meetings and find out you already did the thing she was worried about not having time to do??

Girl loves you

Takes you and her quite a long time to get past being gal pals

Cause she’s just so busy

Literally the last thing she has time to think about it getting a significant other, especially when she’s not even sure of her own sexuality

It was during a fundraiser that she really realized her feelings for you

You and her were handing out snacks to the people that donated while the rest of the group was busy else where when your (mom/dad/aunt/whoever) showed up

They immediately hugged Jaehee and started telling her about how you always talk about how much you admire and like being around her

And you’re blushing hella hard and pushing your guardian away from the table

The incident is not brought up for a while, but its all Jaehee can think about

She’s never been so distracted doing her homework before

Girls confused

Repeats the words “MC is just a friend” over and over

Then she’s just like...fuck it

She goes over to your house and knocks on your door and you answer and she kisses you before she has the chance to change her mind

Y’all are such a good couple

You help her balance her school life so she has more time for fun things

Encourage her to join the coffee club cause she had told you how she wanted to, but was too busy

You guys go on dates to see Zens plays and she’s just so happy

Girl never had someone like you before, and she just loves you so much

ugh let me save this girl

Jumin

Trust Fund Boi

He’s a senior and the richest kid in school

Everyone knows him cause him and his dad are literally famous

But he’s just... not interested

Basically the same lol he thinks all the highschool drama and rumors are a waste of time so he just doesn’t care

Other than the rfa, he doesn’t really have friends

Mostly cause he knows they all just want to use him for something

He’s the type of person that knows highschool is not really that important, he just does his work and goes home

(other than the rfa, which he joined cause v asked him to lol)

Honestly, he’s not really that interested when you show up

You have interesting ideas and can be useful to the council, but other than that he doesn’t really pay much mind to you

Until you basically latch yourself to him like a baby duck

Always following him around cause you have a lot of classes together and he’s the only one you know

You claim you’re hanging with him because you don’t like seeing him sitting alone in class, but he thinks its the other way around

Eventually he realizes he’s not upset just by your presence

You’ve become a tolerable person to be around (how romantic) and slowly but surely, he actually enjoys being with you

In some ways, he’s kinda like Zen cause everyone knows him and everyone’s talking about him

But rather than it coming from a place of admiration, they’re jealous and interested by the rich mysterious kid who only ever talks to you

You get a lot of girls trying to ask you for advice on how to get to his heart

You’re just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It be like that

His feelings take forever to develop just cause he’s so out of touch with his emotions

But when they do, it just hits him like a train like boi’s just chilling in his house then suddenly...”I’m in love with MC”

Doesn’t even bother trying to hide his feelings

The next time you and him are alone, he confesses and kisses you and the rest is history

Y’all are such a power couple honestly

Ruling that school

He loves being around you

He met your parents, and you met his dad

You always help him when he gets angry or frustrated towards his dad’s new girlfriends

Always pay attention when he shows blurry pictures of his new kitten Elizabeth

He buys you such nice shit and your just like jumin no high schooler needs multiple diamond bracelets

And he’s just like, oh would you rather have necklaces?

707/ Saeyoung

Class clown oBVI

Known for his pranks and his jokes and getting kicked out of class and his weirdly quiet brother who’s never actually in class but is frequently seen around the school Saeran is bigfoot confirmed

He’s also hella smart

He’s in multiple foreign language classes and head of the tech club and really good at sports despite only ever eating chips and soda for lunch

He’s a sophomore and you’re a freshman, so he takes it upon himself to show you around

Acts like he’s a lot older than he is, and if you didn’t know he was a sophomore, you’d think he was a senior cause he knows everything and everyone knows him

He’s not shy about how he thinks you’re cute

He’ll hug you and kiss your cheeks and ask you to the dances despite the fact that you’ll both be working at them

But he never really goes much further than the playful flirting, so you think he’s just messing with you

But one week he’s missing from school, and despite the rfa saying this happens, often, you’re worried

You search out his brother, who is unbelievable hard to find, and eventually see him out on the bleachers

He does not look happy to have some girl who’s basically a stranger asking about his brother and his home life

Wont tell you anything so that just makes you more suspicious

Seven comes back the next day but he’s all cold and distant towards you

You’re triggered, but not having that shit

It takes a few days, but you’re able to get the truth out of him, and he had found out about how you’d been pestering Saeran about his home life and his absence

He warns you not to get involved with him, and does the whole thing where he says he never liked you in the first place and you don’t really like him and blah blah blah

You stopped listening halfway thru his rant

And then you kiss him

Boi is stunned, glasses askew

“Did you hear anything I just said MC??”

You tell you like him for him, and you would respect if he couldn’t talk about somethings, but you wanted to be part of his life

He slowly opens up to you bit by bit

It takes him a long long time for him to tell you about him mother and what’s going on at his home tho

You help him and Saeran get out of there as soon as they can, helping him with his job or with school work when he gets hella busy

You guys go fucking hard on spirit days, dressin up in matching costumes for homecoming

You guys definitely get cutest couple in the year book

And probably prom king and queen cause literally everyone loves you two

You’re the couple then even the teacher would see and just be like “yep they’re gonna be together forever”

lol guys so I’m in a hotel rn cause I flew down from my home to Boise to tour the college campus and I brought my lap top but not the charger so it’s really a race against time to hope and pray this Bitch posts before my laptop dies lmao

also my b if there’s any mistakes I had to speed edit hope u like it!!

#mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #yoosung kim #yoosung x mc #yoosung x reader #zen #zen x reader #zen x mc #hyun ryu #jaehee kang #jaehee x mc #jaehee x reader #jumin han #jumin x mc #jumin x reader #707 #707 x mc #707 x reader #saeyoung choi #saeyoung x mc #saeyoung x reader #luciel choi

[klaineownsmysoul]

hello. i've just started glee (lol i know i'm super late) and i'm obsessed with klaine. could you explain why you don't like season 6 klaine? should i not watch it

First off - welcome to the Klaine fandom!  Its never too late to join. I’m pretty sure as long as this show is streaming somewhere, new people will be discovering it all the time.  I myself am notorious for wandering into a show after 3 or 4 seasons - Modern Family, Supernatural, 24 - are some prime examples of shows I was late to the party to and then lost my mind catching up on. Secondly - congratulations on having excellent taste! 😉  Klaine is really the only thing worth remembering Glee for.  

With regards to your question about season 6?  Well, I’m not sure where you are in terms of episodes and seasons and I don’t want to spoil anything for you if you don’t want to know, so consider the rest of this post as one giant spoiler. I would also never want to dissuade someone from watching, so please keep in mind this is just my opinion on things.  I watched through to the end as did all of my fellow Klainers here so its doable.  Its just not the easiest or prettiest thing.

**********Spoilers below************

I think for me, the word that comes to mind most and sums season 6 up best is waste.  They were utterly and completely wasted in those final 13 episodes. These were going to be the last eps we were going to get with them and my reaction week after week was “tick tock bitches, where’s my Klaine?”   Their storyline - if you can even call it that - went nowhere.  People’s opinions on season 6 varied - some liked it, some like me loathed almost every moment of it, some disliked it as it aired but have mellowed since - but I think one thing we could all pretty much agree on is that no one wanted to go back to Lima.  Doing that erased any forward momentum they gathered during the last half of season 5 episodes when they finally dumped all the dead weight holding this show back and concentrated solely on an NYC arc.   As off kilter as those eps felt Klaine-wise, at least they were interesting and a move in the right direction.  Watching Blaine waste away in Lima alone for all of season 4 and then ¾ of season 5 pissed me off to no end.  It shouldn’t have taken so long to get him and Kurt back in the same place and I’m not going to get off on a rant here about how they never should have been separated in the first place.  I could write a dissertation on how that one decision - de-aging Blaine and making him a junior - was the dumbest fucking thing this show ever did.  And considering the dumbass decisions this show made along the way, that is really saying something.  But I digress.  They ended season 5 in such a good place relationship wise that to decide to break them up again in the season premiere and then have their story grind to a halt for 7 episodes before they got married was a knife to my heart week after week.  Breaking them up in a cold cruel flashback was bad enough.  Having Blaine be so upset that he was kicked out of the school he worked so hard to get into, his so-called friends forgot all about his existence and he had nothing and no one to lean on so he had to move back home to Ohio was terrible.  But the worst of the worst - Blaine and DK.  That was an unforgivable sin as far as I’m concerned.  It goes against everything that makes Blaine Blaine and was nothing but a giant glowing middle finger from RIB to the Klaine fandom.  To bring back a character that was not missed, not even mentioned during season 4 and only once in season 5 and placing him in a romantic relationship with the soulmate of the boy he physically and emotionally abused for months on end was in the most appalling taste possible.  It was deliberately aimed at our fandom by RIB as the ultimate “fuck you.”  Nothing more because they are petty little assholes.  Every single time he was within 50 feet of Blaine or god forbid touched him, my soul died a little.  The Blaine I know and adore would never ever ever in a million years look at him and see anything but the guy who drove Kurt to Dalton because he feared for his life.  And Kurt?  He realized he fucked up, left NYC to come back to Lima for Blaine and then…nothing.  Nada.  Zip.  Zilch.  He spent more time as Rachel’s god damned cheerleader than he did trying to woo Blaine back, which would have been the only redeeming piece of them being apart.  Because it had to come from Kurt.  He was the one who ended things; Blaine never wanted to leave.  So the apology and reasons and the heartfelt declarations of love that we are accustomed to coming from Blaine had to come from Kurt to make this worthwhile.  But sadly, like every other aspect of season 6, they fumbled this too.  Badly.  They danced around each other awkwardly for 7 episodes and nothing was accomplished or moved forward.  I can’t get into an angry rant here about their wedding; I will be here all damn night. I have made my feelings crystal clear about that already during many a rage post, but let’s just say that ep may be the biggest disappointment I have ever experienced tv wise.  Nothing was theirs, nothing about the wedding had anything to do with them as a couple.  They were a throw in and then thrown aside just as quickly.  Their 30 second “reunion” if you can even call it that after 7 eps of pure hell was yet another slap in the face.  Blaine’s “there’s no one else” was everything that he needed to hear from Kurt and a small novel of explanation more.  But no.  We weren’t gifted with one of those trademark heart to hearts that we got during season 3; those convos that separated them from every other couple on this show and made me believe that even though they were so young, they really were meant to be.  And then once they were married, they disappeared.  Sure they were around physically, but that’s it.  Dalton burns down and Klaine is given fuck all to do story-wise.  A place that held so much importance for them as a couple was destroyed as a plot device and their reaction was limited to Blaine’s sad puppy eyes at the beginning of the ep.  We got one sentence from Kurt in some ep I can’t remember about Blaine getting into NYU for the next semester and that was the extent of their future plans.  They never had a conversation about moving back and what they would look like, what that would entail in terms of living arrangements and how they would do better as a couple now that they know what they have and how much they don’t want to lose each other again.  Nothing,  Season 6 should have built upon 5x20 and culminated in their wedding.  We should have gotten wedding planning and vows and honeymoon destination discussions and ring shopping and they should have had a wedding that reflected who they are as a couple.  It should not have been a means to end so Glee could show off their super awesome double gay wedding that managed to unite 2 fandoms that generally don’t get along in their utter dislike.  Congrats - RIB managed to craft an ep where 2 fan favorite couples got married that was panned by both fandoms.  That takes a special level of obliviousness.  

More newbies introduced in season 6 that no one needed and just took up valuable time that could have been put to Klaine or wrapping up the stories from the already bloated original cast.  I wasn’t going to invest myself in characters with an expiration date, so spending endless time on them was time I wasn’t going to get back.  Everyone and their mother propping Rachel up and telling her how great she is, how much of a star she is, and how nothing that’s happened to her could possibly be her fault because she is perfect was infuriating.  Pointless duets between her and Sam when we all knew their weird sudden relationship wasn’t going anywhere.  Having Mr. Schue and Coach Sue getting as many duets as Klaine did during season 6 is a sentence I should never type but I just did.  Neither Kurt nor Blaine getting a solo at all.  My god, how the fuck did that happen?   Why did that happen?  It was like they went out of their way to screw Kurt and Blaine as individual characters and and as a couple.  Having an entire episode centered on some bratty preteen who sang more than Klaine did.  Having 2 episodes without Kurt and Blaine at all and the only reason they threw Blaine into the 2009 flashback was because people flipped the fuck out at the idea of him not being in a 3rd episode out of 13.  

There’s a reason why during 3 @comewatchklaine rewatches, the only full ep from season 6 we watched was 6x13, the series finale.  Some kind soul pulled together the Klaine bits from eps 5 and on and all of that was only about 40 minutes long.  40 minutes.  40 minutes worth of Klaine in like 7 episodes and that doesn’t include the first 4 because those were a complete waste.  The locker scene and flash forward were the only bits that felt authentically Klaine to me.  That is what I choose to remember because the rest of it taints this show to me.   

So long story long, that is why I loathe and despise season 6 as a whole. I’m sorry I don’t have more positive things to say.  Please don’t take my words as a reason to skip the end - if you want to watch, go ahead.  I would never want to be why someone missed out on something they might enjoy.   Season 6 could have and should have been amazing; so amazing that saying goodbye to them would have been heartbreaking.  Instead, I was glad I got to see them get married and that they got the happy ending they deserved, but that was about it.  If that’s how little this show thought of them at that point, I was glad to see it end.  I will always be grateful that it gave me Klaine because I will love them always.  I will never forgive them, though, for the appalling way they were treated and its why I make a concerted effort to avoid anything RIB has a hand in now and in the future.

#klaine #still hate season 6 with a fiery passion #I guess not enough time has healed this wound #anonymous

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So, just heard the edit where Vi and Louis perform a "Don't Be Afraid" Duet, and it got me thinking: what if they sung a bunch of songs together? And then AJ joins them, Clem watching? I'm honestly crying while thinking about it. I think I might write about it myself. (Also, Louis Day was a blast. I love your writing style! Hope you're having a good day!)

STOP my heart is so full. also ily!!! Louis Day was a blast

Louis didn’t play the piano much since Delta’s risk became known.

He didn’t feel as if there was time.

There was too much to do in a day.

Violet hadn’t done much of anything fun.

She felt as if fun was a risk.

A burden on everyone else.

A sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make.

Clementine noticed.

And she hated it.

She so badly missed their joy.

She tried to not let it show, though.

She didn’t want AJ to worry.

Louis had been gone all day.

They knew he was on the lot.

Chairles was still there.

He didn’t leave the lot without him.

He’d had a long week, so Clem didn’t worry.

Maybe he was resting.

She went back to work.

“Where’s Louis?”

Clementine tensed at Violet’s question.

If Violet didn’t know, that was concerning.

Louis usually didn’t keep things from Violet.

“I don’t know,” Clem confessed.

Then, worry set in.

Mitch hadn’t seen him either.

Or Aasim. Or Ruby.

Clem and Violet had asked them, spotting them all huddled at the front of the school.

They didn’t want to ask AJ or Tenn.

They didn’t want to worry them.

“I’ll check inside,” Violet said. “I’d say we should check the greenhouse and the walkers traps next.”

Clem swallowed hard.

Then, they branched off.

Mitch followed Violet inside.

“I’ll check the upper floors,” he said.

Violet nodded.

Just as Mitch was out of earshot, she heard a sound.

One she hadn’t heard in a long time.

A piano key.

And muffled voices.

With hope, and swallowing hard, she followed the sounds.

“You’ve almost got it.”

It was Louis.

“Almost?” Another voice groaned.

“Yeah, little man, don’t get impatient on me.”

Definitely Louis.

Thank God.

The sounds were coming form the music room, as Violet suspected.

Slowly, peeking her head in, she spotted them.

Louis and AJ, side by side on the piano bench.

“What do the black keys do?”

“They play sounds too,” Louis explained. “Just higher sounds.”

“Higher?”

Louis hit one of them.

“Oh,” AJ sighed.

Violet gave a small smile.

She still wasn’t sure how she felt about AJ.

She didn’t hate him, she was just cautious.

After everything that happened with Marlon.

“Do you know a song that uses the black keys?”

Louis hesitated.

“I know a few, yeah.”

He cleared his throat and cracked his fingers.

Then began to play.

It was When You Wish Upon A Star.

That song from Disney.

The one that reminded Violet of the cartoons she used to watch when she was a kid.

AJ smiled as Louis played.

He had no idea where it was from.

He just thought it sounded pretty.

His eyes glimmered.

It seemed so whimsical to him.

Without realizing she was doing it, Violet started inside.

She pushed past the door.

She started, slowly, for the piano.

It wasn’t until Louis had stopped playing and looked up did he notice her.

“Vi–” He jumped, throwing himself to his feet.

As if he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to be.

AJ blinked, confused by his reaction.

“We were ju–”

“Woah,” Vi breathed, cutting him off. “That takes me back.”

The tension in Louis’ shoulders began to drift.

“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

“Do you know any other songs?” AJ asked.

Louis’ gaze didn’t leave Violet’s.

It felt weak and heavy against hers.

She knew what he was thinking.

She could taste it.

“I do,” Louis finally said.

Violet knew what he was talking about.

He sat down at the piano and hovered his fingers over the keys.

He gulped hard.

Violet hadn’t seen that in a long time.

And he started to play it.

It.

Don’t Be Afraid.

It was slow at first. Gentle.

Just the way that Violet remembered it.

She closed her eyes.

And she drowned in it.

Louis could hear her humming.

And it got louder.

And louder.

And then, she was singing.

Softly, but growing louder.

Louis hadn’t heard Violet sing in years.

Not when they had Minerva to sing instead.

It caught him so off guard his playing slowed.

He picked up again quickly.

He didn’t want her to stop.

He wanted to hear her sing more.

And she did.

Clementine had been scouring outside with no luck.

Giving up, she decided to check inside.

Maybe Violet was struggling with the main floor.

The moment she pushed through the doors, she heard something.

Something strange.

Singing.

And piano music.

She drew forward cautiously.

She wasn’t sure what to expect when she peeked inside the music room.

But she wasn’t expecting what she saw.

But it warmed her.

All of her.

The singing stopped as Clementine poked her head in.

She spotted Violet, her back blocking Clem from seeing Louis’.

But she could see AJ.

Clear as day.

“Do you know any others?” Violet asked.

Her voice was soft and gentle.

Maybe even nervous.

Louis chuckled. “I do. I know a few more.”

AJ beamed beside him.

Feeling his smile, Louis turned to him. “I think you’ll know this one too, little dude.”

Clementine could see AJ’s smile from the door.

She could feel his joy from the door too.

She smiled.

She loved that Louis could do that to him.

He played Oh My Darling Clementine.

And AJ giggled.

Violet smiled and began singing along.

After his giggling died down, AJ chimed in too.

Clementine had never heard him sing.

Her jaw parted.

His voice was raspy and quiet.

Innocent. Pure. Sweet.

And she loved it.

She loved it more than any sound she’d ever heard before.

Sliding deeper into the room, Clementine watched as Louis turned to AJ to sing it to him.

AJ beamed as he sang it back.

Violet smiled as she continued, admiring her singing partners.

From the door, arms crossed, grin unmistakable, Clementine watched.

She didn’t make a sound.

She didn’t want to disturb them.

She didn’t want any of them to stop.

The sight was beautiful.

The prettiest thing she’d seen, and heard, in a long time.

And there, she watched as the three most important people in her life started having fun again.

The sound of their singing and the sound of AJ’s laughter would be with her forever.

And she was thankful for that.

#the walking dead game headcanons #headcanon request #twdg headcanons #headcanons #headcanon #the walking dead game #twdg #twdgs4 #twdgtfs #the walking dead game season 4 #the walking dead game the final season #twdg clementine #twdg clem #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg aj #twdg mitch #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #louis and aj #aj and louis #louis and violet #violet and louis #clem and louis #louis and clem #clementine and louis #louis and clementine #telltale the walking dead #telltale games #telltale

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EXO / Mafia AU - Their child has an event at school

REQUEST: Omg can I please get an EXO mafia to their child going to like a little school type dance event

WARNING: unhealthy possessiveness

OTHER MAFIA AUS: BTS / EXO / GOT7 / MONSTA X / SEVENTEEN

Xiumin

Minseok was very worried about his daughter’s well-being when she was away at school. He wanted her to do good during her classes, but he had to admit, sometimes he lingered in the hallways and took her home from school early if he was feeling particularly paranoid that day.

He never took her home, though, but after putting your daughter to sleep, you’d always find out from her that Minseok had ended her school day early today and took her to have ice cream instead. Obviously, you scolded Minseok about it and told him that your daughter needed to stay in school for the full day. Especially right now.

“Right now?” Minseok frowned. “Why right now?”

You sighed. You had planned to tell him about this later because you weren’t sure what his reaction was going to be.

“She’s in a play,” you said. “There’s one part where they have to do a dance in a couple.”

“A play?” Minseok’s eyes widened as he slowly tried to catch up with everything you just told him. “Six-year-olds dancing in couples? W-what do you mean? Is my daughter dancing with a boy?”

“She is,” you confirmed and chose not to mention that last week she also admitted to you that she really liked the boy she was dancing with. Minseok didn’t need to know that right now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” he asked. “I need to talk to her about this. Has she found out yet that boys have cooties?”

You shook your head. “Let her do this. She’s really excited about this. And her partner is… nice. Don’t turn her against him.”

“I would never,” Minseok said, already coming up with ways to ensure his daughter wasn’t going to get too excited about her dancing partner. “Is she doing well with the dancing? Does she need help? Her dad can dance really well, I could actually teach her a thing or two. I’ll go talk to her.”

Suho

Junmyeon was absolutely the first to start crying when he saw his son on stage, during a play. The people around him were really confused when this dangerous looking man who was rumored to be carrying firearms with him at all times, just burst out crying at the sight of this little boy on stage, but they obviously didn’t dare to say anything.

“Myeon,” you said carefully. “He hasn’t done anything yet. Get a grip.”

He almost laughed. “No one in my life has ever told me to get a grip. I’m generally a very collected person.”

“I know,” you replied. “All of that falls apart when it comes to our son, though.”

“It does,” he agreed. “Look how beautiful he looks on that stage. My little angel. I should have brought more cameras.”

You chuckled. “He’ll love you the most if he sees you watching, not taking pictures.”

“I am watching,” Junmyeon said. “But I will need some memories of this day. Do you think my son will grow up to become an actor? I can make sure he will.”

“I don’t think he’s decided on what he wants to be yet.”

“Well, whatever it is,” he said, wiping another tear from his cheek and smiling at the sight of his little boy standing on the edge of the stage, waiting to say his lines. “I hope he knows daddy’s got his back no matter what.”

Lay

Yixing was working out of town when your daughter told you that she had a formal, end-of-the-school-year dance in two weeks. She said she had forgotten to tell you before but she’s known about it for a month. Naturally, you panicked. You weren’t really sure what six-year-old dances worked like, so you didn’t know how to help her prepare. Not to mention, you only had a few weeks to figure it all out.

You ended up reaching out to Yixing – the two of you always made parenting decisions together, however small they were – and told him that your daughter insisted she just needed a dress for this event, but you weren’t sure if there was really nothing else left for you to take care of.

“I’ll bring her one,” Yixing said. “One of the people I’m doing a job with has a son who owns a children’s boutique. What color would she like?”

“She loves red,” you said. “But you know what, let me take the phone to you. Remind her you’ll be home soon, though. Or she will cry if she hears your voice.”

Yixing felt pain explode in his chest after you said this. “I will be home soon. And I’ll bring my baby a dress for her first dance.”

“Dad?” he suddenly heard his daughter’s voice on the other end of the call.

“Hi, baby,” Yixing said, his voice sounding three times softer when he was talking to his little girl. “Mommy just told me you have a dance coming up. You need a dress.”

“Yes,” she said, suddenly thoughtful. “I already have a partner. It is this boy, he’s very shy, but you would like him.”

He smiled at this, not going to tell his daughter that he was naturally drawn to hate all boys who took his only daughter dancing. “Yeah? Do you like him?”

“Kind of,” she said and then sighed very dramatically. “But he’s a boy.”

“Right,” this got Yixing to laugh. “Boys are difficult to deal with, aren’t they?”

“They’re just weird,” his daughter said. “But I’ve decided that we will both be wearing red clothes. To stand out.”

“Okay,” he said. “I will bring you back the prettiest red dress. Although, I promise you, you already stand out from everyone else as it is.”

She smiled, even if Yixing couldn’t see her. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he echoed. “Dad will be home soon, yeah? Wait for me. I’ll come watch you dance.”

Baekhyun

Baekhyun’s son didn’t get any roles in the winter play that his class was doing and the tears on his face made Baekhyun want to use his special methods to get the teachers to give his son a part, however small it’d be. You stopped him, however, not considering threats to be a fair solution to this problem.

However, when his son didn’t get a part in the second play, – he tried to play it off, too, but Baekhyun caught him discreetly wiping his tears as he drove him home from school – he didn’t say anything to you and headed to the school on his own.

You wouldn’t have found out about this if your son wouldn’t have come home screeching with joy the next day.

“Whoa, what happened?” you asked, surprised to see your little boy in such ecstasy

“I got the part!” he said, jumping up and down in joy. “In the play! I got it!”

“You did? That is great!” you said, trying not to diminish your son’s excitement by asking him how that was possible since he was rejected just a day ago.

You figured you’d just ask Baekhyun what he did but he remained quiet and insisted that he had simply stopped by the school for a quick chat with the teachers.

“We’ve come to a conclusion that our son is very gifted,” Baekhyun said. “It took very little convincing to make them see it. I barely said anything.”

“Oh God,” you groaned. “Was it money or violence that you used this time?”

“Why do you always assume the worst about me? I just—”

“Baekhyun,” your stern voice cut him off.

He looked down, realizing that lying to you wasn’t going to get him very far. “Money. I’m keeping violence as a Plan B.”

“Baekhyun…” you sighed. “You can’t blackmail our son’s teachers into giving him roles in the school plays. It isn’t fair. You know it isn’t.”

“Babe,” Baekhyun replied, an unapologetic smile on his face. “If there’s anything I can do to make you or my son happy, I will do it. I don’t care if it’s fair or not.”

Chen

You and Jongdae were one of the first parents who arrived to your son’s play. Technically, your son only had a minor part in it, but both of you had already bragged to everyone about your son’s debut on stage as if he was the star of the play. Well, he was definitely the star to you.

“Look, these are the parents whose child plays the main role,” you said, pointing. Your son had told you that the son of these two people was extremely rude to everyone, so, needless to say, you weren’t very excited to meet his parents.

Jongdae scoffed. “They can wipe the smirks off their faces. My son will play the main role in the next play. And I’ll still be here in the front row, cheering from him.”

“He said he doesn’t want the main role,” you reminded him. “He has stage fright. He didn’t even want to go here today, but he said he wants to make you proud.”

“He said that?” Jongdae looked at you, unable to hide how touched he was to hear this. “I’ll talk to him after the play. I can’t have my own son doing something he doesn’t want to do just to make me proud. I’m already proud of him as it is.”

You smiled at this. “You’re a good person – despite what you do – and you’re a great dad. Our son looks up to you.”

“I love you,” he replied, taking your hand into his. “And for, the record, I think we’re better parents than the ones whose child plays the lead role.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you agreed, nodding. “Their child has nothing on ours.”

Chanyeol

Actually, Chanyeol was more excited about the Father’s Day dance at school than his daughter was. He had a suit ready three weeks before this event was even supposed to take place.

“Daddy,” she said to him when she caught him rehearsing his dance moves in your bedroom. “You move weird. Let me show you how to do it.”

Chanyeol was positive that he did not move “weird” – he danced just fine at your wedding, after all, even with all of his Mafia acquaintances watching – but he was a complete sucker for his daughter. He couldn’t say no as she took his hands into her little ones and attempted to instruct him how to move.

She moved clumsily – Chanyeol was too big for her to control properly – but she didn’t lose patience and, after an hour, she finally declared that he was starting to get better.

“If we practice every day, we might be the best dad and daughter duet at the dance,” she said, finally giving him a small smile and this way, making him melt. “But practice on your own, too, okay? Just the way I taught you.”

“I will,” Chanyeol promised her. “I wouldn’t want to embarrass you.”

His daughter nodded. “Okay. I’ll tell mom to keep an eye on you.”

“Are you looking forward to the dance?” he asked her before she could leave the room – somehow, at just seven years old, his daughter was constantly on the go. He felt like he barely saw her anymore.

“I wasn’t before,” she admitted. There was one thing Chanyeol was certain about when it came to his daughter – she never lied. Her brutal honesty sometimes really pierced his heart. “But now that I’m teaching you how to dance, maybe it won’t be that bad.”

D.O.

His daughter’s first dance was one of the most important events that ever happened in your household. Your daughter was excited about it, you were looking forward to it as well, but Kyungsoo, as always, was the rain on this parade.

“No, but school dances mean that there will be romantic songs playing,” he complained to you after you two had put your daughter to bed. You always did it together if Kyungsoo wasn’t out of town. “My daughter is eight. She can’t slow-dance with anyone.”

“There will be supervisors so nothing wrong happens,” you tried to calm him down. “And slow-dancing is not a really dangerous activity anyway.”

“Maybe not, but it requires close proximity,” Kyungsoo insisted. “S-she can’t participate in… that.”

You had a feeling Kyungsoo would react this way and yet you still found his pointless worrying tiring. “She’ll be fine. Listen—”

“You said there’ll be supervisors,” he cut you off. “Who?”

“Well, the other parents—”

“I’ll supervise, too,” Kyungsoo decided, not letting you finish. “I’ll seek out every one of those little brats who look at my daughter. I’ll have a talk with them all. If they want to get close to my baby girl, they’ll have to go through me.”

Kai

Jongin always closely followed everything that went on with his son at school. He even suggested talking to the teachers who gave him bad grades, but you had taught your son to never encourage his dad to talk to anyone no matter what the problem was.

However, when Jongin found out that his son was the only one not going to the school dance because he had no one to go with, nothing could stop him from going to his school. Jongin left his son – who tried not to cry because even at such a young age, he realized that this wasn’t worth crying over – alone in his room and climbed down the stairs until he found you.

“You never told me our son has no friends to go to the dance with,” Jongin said, breathing heavily. “I had no idea all of the friends he made on the first few days of school stopped talking to him. How is it possible that my son has no one at that school who would keep him company at the stupid dance?”

You sighed, feeling guilty that you haven’t informed Jongin about this before, but also still not wanting to talk about this in case he’d get upset. “He said he didn’t want to go anyway.”

“I saw tears in his eyes when I asked him about the dance!” Jongin replied. “He’s the only one in his class who’s not going. Why is that so?”

“It’s…” you looked down. “The other kids started to talk that his dad is in the Mafia. Once this talk reached the parents, they obviously told their children to avoid our son because they claim he’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous!” Jongin repeated, this news upsetting him more than you thought it would. “My son has never hurt a fly in his whole life. I haven’t even given him a gun yet because I’m not sure this life is the right one for him. But you can rest assured, I will go to that dance myself and I will have a talk with every single one of those parents who don’t think my son deserves to have friends.”

You bit your lip nervously. “Jongin… don’t make it worse.”

“I won’t,” he said. “My son will not be excluded just because of something his father does. My son will go to the dance with his friends. I will fix this.”

Sehun

Sehun had already gotten used to the number of children at his house after his daughter returned from school. She always brought friends over and he gladly talked to all of them, even though he didn’t particularly like some of them because of the stories your daughter – who always forgave and forgot – had told him.

But then he was asked to supervise a school dance – initially, you were supposed to do it but you had gotten ill – and he swore he had never seen anything more reckless than nine-year-olds with minimal parental supervision. And Sehun knew what he was talking about, he dealt with reckless underground criminals daily.

“Hey!” he yelled for the tenth time that night after noticing boys asking his daughter out to dance. “What are you doing?”

“T-the dance, sir,” they’d tell him, always stuttering as they felt beyond intimidated by this tall man who turned out to be the father of the girl they had been crushing on.

“Yeah, find someone else,” Sehun would respond. “This girl is off-limits.”

“Dad!” his daughter squealed after she caught him dismissing her latest potential partner. “What are you doing? I haven’t gotten a chance to dance this whole night because you won’t let me. You’re embarrassing!”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he said, not really feeling sorry. All of these boys approaching his daughter seemed suspicious to him. “I’ll dance with you in the meanwhile, hmm? Is that okay?”

She sighed at this. “One day you’ll have no choice but to let me dance with other boys.”

“I know,” Sehun told her, a nervous pang materializing in his stomach. He dreaded the day when his daughter would grow up and he could no longer supervise – or, well, control – her relationships. “But right now, just give your dad this dance, okay? While you’re still my little girl.”

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[kazmartyn]

If you were to write your own musical and star in it, what would it be about?

Normally I’d say there’s no way I’m sharing my personal intellectual property with you guys, but I actually happen to have a musical semi-written and thought out that’s already been registered to be copyrighted (shoutout to Papa Martynchik for funding that!). The title of a work can’t be protected, so I will not be sharing that, but for anyone who wants to read about my musical idea, keep reading under the cut, because let me tell you, it gets involved!

Our story starts in a foreign land. I call it Sylvandale, but that’s open to change. What’s important to know about Sylvandale and Sylvandalians is that they all love to sing. In fact, it’s one of their trademarks as a country - singing and beauty are the main two, the values that stand out above all else. Everyone makes videos and uploads them and the better you are at singing and the more people like your look, the more points you earn and the higher your currency value is. The royal family, for example, are the most beautiful and best singers of them all. Other families, however, aren’t so lucky. Take our main family, the Cleeses. We get an opening scene and song starting in their neighborhood, a low-income area - and ending in their home called “How Many Points Was That? (Not Enough)” where we meet our female lead, Aria. She’s the youngest of like ten daughters, all of whom are tanned with long dark hair and fetching smiles and hauntingly pretty brown eyes. Unlike her sisters, Aria has light hair and a smattering of freckles and is gangly and tall unlike her petite sisters - obviously she’s still pretty to us, the audience, but in the context of the world, she looks like a total outsider and people treat her as such. 

Her family and most of the families in the neighborhoods work as maids and gardeners for the town next door, and you might wonder why the Cleese family, with so many young eligible maidens, don’t score higher, but it’s because most of them aren’t great singers. They all sound good enough, but when everyone else sounds like an angel? They don’t have enough points to move up, no matter how many videos they upload. They also now have to newly spend a lot of their points on their dad, who’s in critical care in the hospital after he tried to defend one of his daughters from a man who’s house they cleaned. They have no idea how they’re going to keep paying to keep him alive, and one of the sisters, the closest in age to Aria - let’s call her Fermata - has the idea for Aria to start making videos, as she never had due to being so ashamed of her appearance and often ridiculed for it, she never makes videos of her own. After some back and forth, she convinces Aria to at least sing in the videos while she, Fermata, oft recognized as the prettiest of all the Cleese’s, lip-syncs. Desperate times call for desperate measures so the awkward Aria agrees and the points surprisingly start rolling in.

Then, of course, we have to meet the royals. The prince, a young Prince Kazoul (played by me, in case that wasn’t obvious) is at the age where his family starts looking for who he marries. They have an acapella number about it called “Her Voice, His Choice” and they decide to hold a competition for his hand. They call to the Internet and announce that anyone who wishes to win the prince’s hand must upload a video and tag it appropriately, and that the top ten most viewed in 24 hours will be brought to his castle for a Bachelor-type competition. Prince Kazoul doesn’t feel too great about this, and we follow him to discover that he has a crush on a girl that lives in his castle with him, the main housekeeper’s daughter. Her name is Laura and she’s the most beautiful girl by the standards of this world, easily. She’s mute, though, and thus will never be famous - living in the castle for free is her best shot at the best life she can get, and she takes full advantage of it. She’s a fun, feisty spirit who has a loud personality despite never saying a word and she makes Prince Kazoul’s life in the castle more than bearable, she makes it fun. We don’t know if she loves him back or not, but we understand that he’s been in love with her since they were children and that the idea of this competition is crushing him. We observe a dance between the two in lieu of a duet, to the instrumentals of their favorite song “Someday”. It’s a classic in this universe, and it’s fun and cute and we understand it’s their last normal moment before the contestants swoop in.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Aria, Fermata uploads their latest song ( a haunting cover of “Someday” ) and tags it under the prince’s contest. She knows it’s a long shot but if one of them earns the chance to be queen, their dad would be taken care of and their family wouldn’t have to live in squalor. When Aria finds out, she cries and runs out of their house into the nearby woods to sing a solo. It’s a powerful ballad about wishing she had the face and the status to make decisions for herself (call it “Aria’s Aria”). She gets home and Fermata is highly apologetic but consoles her by saying it’s not like they’ll win - she just felt she had to try, for their family’s sake. Aria makes Fermata swear to never use her voice without her permission again and Fermata promises. The two seal the moment with a hug.

Obviously, Fermata and Aria’s video makes it into the top ten, but I don’t feel comfortable giving away more than the first act. Suffice it to say that they get into the competition (Fermata is the official contestant but she brings Aria as her “maid” in case she needs her voice) and we meet some of the other contestants, too. One of my favorite of the ten is this boy named Pobby - he’s tall and dark and handsome and sings opera and has a whole operatic number about how he’s going to crush everyone else in the competition, no matter what. He’s a little bit of a villain but mainly he’s just in it to win it, competitive af - he comes from a way nicer area than Fermata and Aria and he acts like it, but mainly he’s mean to Fermata because he feels threatened by the fact that she’s prettier than him. Aria and Kazoul get to know each other but she pretends to be mute because she doesn’t want her and her sister’s ruse to be revealed, and he finds himself drawn to her more than he is to any of the contestants. A sort of love triangle forms between Aria and Kazoul and Laura, but will either of them win his heart? Will he win anyone’s heart at all? Who will win the competition? And what does it mean for their perfect society that people get sidelined for circumstances outside of their control? You’ll have to wait till it’s made to find out for sure! Or, if you read all of this, you should message me “Who wins?” and I’ll tell you in private how it ends! Thank you!

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