#you draw greaseball SO pretty

[adelphenium]

your coloring is so beautiful I don’t even know how to explain it like your understanding of light and anatomy makes me want to sob because it’s just so pretty 😭😭 I’m not sure if you take rqs or not but if you do would you be willing to draw Angry Greaseball Brad Marchand & Perfect Angel Patrice Bergeron / flower? anyway I just wanted to tell you how amazing your art is 🫶🫶🫶

dearest sweet anon.

this request intrigued me so much that i got carried away and ended up making a whole comic based entirely off of this legendary post by @cats0p and @ghostgeno .......

thank you for the req and your kind words :,)!!!!

#my sister: what's up #me: i'm drawing old men kissing #sister: you're fuckign WHAT #THE FORMATTING....... it's too late....... #brad marchand #patrice bergeron #and zdeno chara jumpscare #marcheron #boston bruins #putting my decade of french learning to good (?) use🫡 #hockey art #yjart #req! #comic #bergy's face is so unique and iconic BUT so hard to draw.. delicate ecological balance #brad on the other hand. yeah #rats can live just about anywhere #hrpf #hockey rpf

[thatoneunusualartist]

So…with a brand new iPad in my grasp now I can finally self indulge in self shipping art. As some of you may know, or were interested in my world of creation, my persona is the lover to the handsome hunk himself greaseball. So now I probably present to you guys a W.I.P of her STEX design. Of course what’s to being a lover then sharing the goals of matching outfits. She’s not a humanoid diesel like he is she’s human, so she just wears Union Pacific attire and her own custom-made clothes. This is still a work in progress so designs will be added or removed. 

* A little side-note, stuff you will find posted on this account will consist of a lot of self indulgent art my monster, AU and that’s pretty much it. I draw the following characters from movies such as cars, planes, Herbie, and pretty much anything else that contain sentient living machines so if you’re also a fan of tugs, you’ll want to follow me here too. later on in the future when I get my iPad more settled up, I will be making a about me post to pin to my account. Overall, thank you for whoever sees this post and any like or repost are Highly appreciated. Also, yes, I still ship greaseball, and Dinah, like the majority of us do. I just want to self indulge, so any negative comments won’t be tolerated.

#drawings #art #artwork #drawing #artist #monster #oc #characterdesign #stex greaseball #stex #stex oc #artsy

[radarrider87]

The Seven Year Sleep (Chapter 3)

I linger at the bar long after the final bets are placed, a candle bouncing its light off the side of my lowball glass. The fairy fountains have gone dim, and most of the crooks are either stumbling in the streets or passed out under the very fountains that swallowed up their dough.

A small voice reaches my ear, a sound so tender and easily broken. “Another glass, sir?” asks the unlucky waitress, who seems to have full run of the bar now. Cremia, was it? Somehow, the little lady found time to change her blouse as the evening wore on, but the shame of that incident is still written all over her face.

I shake my head slightly and raise my glass. A good sip of Chateau Romani remains, but I'll keep nursing this one. Best to keep a level head as I put my questions to Ingo.

She turns her attention to wiping up the mess left behind by so many crooks and gamblers, extinguishing most of the candles as she goes. I sit there and try to work up the nerve to track down the proprietor. Can't say I'm looking forward to seeing his ugly mug up close... or dealing with any goons he may have hired to push around unwanted guests.

Well, how about that. Ingo saves me the trip, rounding the corner of his bar. He snatches Cremia by the arm, hissing through his teeth as he lays into her.

“You lousy bimbo.” He bares his teeth, a golden tooth flashing next to a rotten one. “I oughta tan your hide for that little stunt you pulled! If you so much as look at one of our guests the wrong way, I’m gonna do a lot more than dock your pay, that’s for damn sure.”

All of a sudden, Ingo’s eyes are flickering with something very close to fear. He twists the girl’s arm as he stares across the room. “For crying out loud, the last thing I need is somebody like Big Knuckle laying waste to the place. I’ve worked so hard, damn it! I’ve earned it! This club, this beautiful club that should’ve always been mine... Graaah! Listen to me when I’m talking to you, girl!”

That greaseball makes to slap Cremia with all of that pent-up insecurity of his, but then he stops. A smooth, pale hand is resting on his shoulder. He turns sharply, furious that somebody has the gall to lay a hand on him here, in his little corner of the world.

Malon, still gorgeous in that violet dress of hers, looks him in the eye.

“Leave her alone, uncle. Can’t you see she’s embarrassed? She won’t let it happen again.”

Ingo grinds his teeth, towering over his niece. “Keep your pretty nose outta my affairs, Malon. Remember who puts a roof over your head and food in your mouth. I only do that ’cuz your my brother’s whelp, but if you’re not happy with the jobs I give you, maybe we can find something more interesting, eh? I’d make a serious wager that our guests would like to spend more time in your company, and they won’t just be interested in your singing voice, I can tell ya that much.”

I slam the glass down on the bar, nice and hard.

The three of them look my way, and Ingo starts to chuckle.

“Well, well, well. Look what the wallmaster dragged in! Didn’t think I’d be seeing your sorry ass around here.”

The stick man struts over and stands on the other side of the bar like a puffed up rooster.

“Silent Masters. I thought you’d still be hiding in a hole, especially after all that trouble you caused for the rich stiffs. Who was it again?”

I stay true to my name, silent in the face of stupidity.

“Oh yeah, the Fitzgeralts!” He whistles through those rotten teeth. “You really dragged the whole lot of ’em through the mud, didn’t ya? But maybe I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for crazy flatfoots like yourself, I’d still be playing second fiddle to that fat brother of mine.”

Snatching a towel from the bottom drawer, Ingo turns about. He casually polishes the golden horse on its pedestal, as if the thing needed an extra shine. “So, what can we do for ya, Mr. Masters? Ready to throw in your lot with the winning side for a change?”

I lay out my uncle’s drawing, sliding it across the bar. The instant Ingo looks back and catches sight of those triangles, his face turns whiter than a graveyard ghost. He clears his throat, regaining his composure with a little effort, but I can see right through the act.

“Got no idea what I’m looking at, Silent. Care to enlighten me?”

Folding up the triangles slowly, carefully, I slip the scrap of paper back into my pocket. Then, after taking a deep breath, I reach across the bar and grab Ingo by the collar.

That odd screeching sound he makes would probably wake up half the neighborhood, if he didn’t get the wind knocked out of him as he hit the trim, that is. Dragging him over the top, I demand answers. I demand to know the meaning of these damn symbols, and while he’s at it, he’d better tell me where I can find this Sheik character.

Ingo's right eye twitches something fierce, but he still has the gall to smile. “Wrong move, detective. Boys!”

A rough set of hands throw back the stage curtains, and goon after goon marches into the club. Some snicker at my bad luck, and others just crack their knuckles. One goon, a moblin gangster by the looks of him, even adds a bit of brass to those knuckles of his.

Heavy boots thump against the floor, and a large figure takes the lead of this small army. Figures. Who better to lead the assault than the Lynel bouncer himself? The beast man flexes every muscle in his body, and I swear I can hear that fancy club jacket ripping at the seams. I turn back to find Ingo’s smile has gotten just a little bit wider.

Damn.

Lowering Ingo nice and easy, I push the empty lowball towards him and make my final request. He tosses some ice into the glass and pours a generous helping of green spirit.

“Sure thing, Silent. On the rocks... just like your life, eh?”

As I make a toast to bad company, I can feel them closing in. Malon catches my eye as I raise the glass to my lips. She looks nervous, and who can blame her? One of the moblins stands next to me, baring his teeth in a parody of a smile. He’s watching me, waiting for me to down the drink so he and his buddies can put me down for good.

Here goes nothing.

I throw back the glass without swallowing. The green spirit tingles inside my mouth as I grab the candle off the bar. Turning on the gangster, I blow liquor through the flame. His suit jacket catches instantly, setting his right arm aflame and sending the moblin on his way, screaming. Before anyone else can put in their two cents, I smash the glass upside the head of a goon behind me.

And just like that, the club switches from last calls to anything goes. Two moblins rush forward. I whip off my trench coat, catching one and twisting the coat around his head. As I swing him around, making sure his head connects with the bar, I slip a knife from its hidden holster and stab his buddy in the shoulder. He screams bloody murder until I knee him between the legs, at which point he only manages to grunt as he tumbles to the floor.

I’m not too aware of anything outside of the fight, but I do hear a lot of screaming. Cremia’s making a fuss as she runs backstage, and she’s not the only one. As the last moblin slumps to the floor, I catch sight of the first goon dousing his sleeve in a fairy fountain. While he does manage to put out the fire, he finds himself in a whole bucket of trouble as the fairies shriek and pummel the intruder senseless with their magic. Guess that’s what you get for cheating in this joint.

All of this good fortune must be going to my head, because even as I dust my hands of these lowlifes, I realize the fight isn’t over. There’s still one major player, and he’s coming right at me. The Lynel bouncer huffs and puffs, hot air blowing from his nostrils as he charges forward, and I’m standing in the way like a damn chuckle head.

A woman throws herself at me, pushing me to the side as the Lynel crashes through the bar wall and reduces it to splinters. Malon is lying on top of me, and I can just make out her lovely face through the curls of red hair.

“Watch yourself, Silent. I’m not losing you again.”

I gently roll her to the side, urging her to stay out of trouble. She scoffs. “Look who’s talking.”

As I get back on my feet, I can see the bouncer doing the same, throwing a piece of the counter away like an unwanted blanket. Glass shards are stuck in his skin and he’s bleeding from a dozen places, but none of that means squat to a Lynel.

The beast man grabs a bottle, smashing it against whatever’s left of the bar. He’s getting ready to charge again, but there’s no way he’s gonna pull a fast one on me again. I dart forward, leaping onto his back, locking him in a chokehold that I knew my life depended on.

The Lynel roars and cusses at the top of his lungs until he’s suddenly out of breath. Even still, he refuses to give in. He swings the broken bottle over his head. He stumbles into the casino, throwing his back against tables and fountains, doing everything he can to get me off his back. And boy, am I feeling it.

Water splashes all over the floor as the bouncer knocks over a fountain. A fairy cries out, covering her ethereal figure in a towel and sprinting away. This is getting out of hand. I need to slow this bruiser down before he breaks everything in the club, including yours truly.

I tighten my grip around his neck, willing the big guy to drop, and pretty soon, all of that effort pays off. The Lynel crashes down, his knees slamming against the wood. The rest of him follows, and as I somehow manage to walk away from the fight of my life, I can hear the beast man snoring, loud as a jack hammer.

I stumble backwards, every muscle screaming in agony. And just when I think it’s over, all of the hired thugs down for the count, I can feel a hand tugging at the collar of my shirt.

Ingo, the head honcho himself, is holding a knife to my throat. His eyes are on fire, and he won’t take no for an answer, no sir. He’s gonna have his pound of flesh tonight.

As I push back against the stick man, I hear Malon shouting. “Silent! Catch!”

I glance over and catch sight of a golden horse flying through the air. Holding Ingo back with one hand, I grab the airborne statue with the other. Swinging it around, I knock Ingo over the head with his prized trophy. The club owner slumps over, dropping his knife as he slips off into dreamland.

I make my way over to Malon, who kisses her fingers and gently touches the statue in my hands. "Thank you, Epona," she says with a smile. "Such a sweet girl."

Yeah. Good ol' Epona.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39944304/

#legend of zelda #zelda #noir #crime noir #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #link #malon #epona #night club #brawl #ingo #noir au #radio drama

[witchyweasley]

Release the Tension Part 2

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: After a rough practice, you and Fred continue your FWB agreement.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

Part 1

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Quidditch practice is never easy, but it’s normally not this bad for me. I was constantly distracted, both by my thoughts and by one of the redhead beaters.

“What’s wrong with you?! Get your head in the game, girl!” Angelina yelled to me as I dropped the quaffle she threw at me.

I groaned and flew down to pick the ball up from the ground and try to redeem myself. Right as I was throwing the quaffle into the goals, someone’s broom knocked into mine, causing me to almost lose my balance. A hand grabbed my waist and steadied me back on the broom.

“Whoa love, sorry about that. Was trying to make sure the bludger didn’t kill you, didn’t take into account that I would,” Fred said before flying away.

Practice after that didn’t get any better. I kept dropping the quaffle or missing the goal entirely. Harry kept yelling at me, which wasn’t helping my stress levels. As soon as the practice was over I hurried into the changing rooms, trying to get in and out without talking to anyone. I’m sure they could all tell something was up. I haven’t been that bad at quidditch since I was learning it as a child.

“Hey! Wait up!” Fred yelled to me as I sped out of the changing room. He lightly jogged to catch up with me, slipping a shirt over his head as he did so. I turned around to face him, not sure of what to say.

“Are you alright?” Fred asked, walking next to me as we headed into the Great Hall.

“Honestly, not great. Classes were awful, quidditch practice was awful, everything is just awful right now,” I ranted.

“Thanks,” Fred said sarcastically.

“Okay so you’re not awful,” I corrected myself, taking a seat in the great hall. Fred sat down next to me.

“Sorry about practice by the way, I really didn’t mean to almost knock you down,” he said, filling up his plate with food.

“It’s fine, I should’ve been paying more attention,” I said as George and Angelina sat across from us.

“Yeah is everything alright? You seemed a little off today,” Angelina asked.

“A little off? I dropped every quaffle you threw me!” I sighed.

“Okay yeah, you were kind of terrible out there,” she admitted.

“Fuck,” I said, putting my head down on the table.

“I’m sure it was just a fluke, you’ve had a lot on your mind,” Fred said, rubbing my back.

“Yeah we all have our bad days,” George said, “Speaking of which, we should probably get going, Angelina.”

“Where are you two going?” I asked.

“Remember? Greaseball gave Angelina, Lee, and me detention this morning because of our potions,” George said.

“Oh shit, that’s right. Well have fun cleaning the trophy room,” I said.

“I wish we were cleaning the trophy room. This time he decided we needed to clean the potions room and his storage cabinet. It’s going to take hours, even with the three of us,” Angelina said, taking a final bite of her food before they all headed out to detention.

“So…” Fred started.

“So?” I continued.

“Remember what I said earlier? Both of my roommates just got hours worth of detention…” he said, hoping I would catch on.

“Oh...oh!” I said, remembering when we almost got caught by Filch in the corridor. I got up from the table and started heading back to our common room. When I turned around, Fred was jogging to catch up with me.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Really? I swear you Weasley’s can be so dense at times,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“What? What do you mean?” he asked.

Once we were out of view from people I turned around, grabbed his shirt collar, and brought his lips down to mine.

“You’re the one who said your roommates were gone, and right before practice you said ‘We can continue this after quidditch practice,’ so I figured we could go continue,” I explained.

“I know, I just wanted to see if I could get you to kiss me,” he smirked, kissing me again before heading towards the Gryffindor common room again.

Thankfully, most Gryffindors know I’m friends with the twins and Lee, so it’s not strange to see me go to their dorm room to hang out.

As soon as I closed the door to his room, I was pressed up against it with his soft lips against mine. His arms wrapped around my waist as mine slid up his chest and into his hair. He pulled away to lift my shirt over my head, revealing my lacy bra, before pulling me back into the kiss. I slipped my hands under his shirt, lifting it over his head, with some much needed help from him due to the height difference. Before he could pull me back into the kiss, I cast a quick silencing spell and made sure the door was locked.

As we kissed, we slowly moved to his bed. He backed into it, pulling me down to straddle his lap as he did so. His hands gripped my hips as I slowly grinded against him, causing him to moan softly. I tugged his hair back, exposing his neck so that I could trail kisses down it. Right as I got to his collarbone, he pushed my hip and flipped me over. He quickly removed his pants before getting on top of me.

He pressed a quick kiss to my lips before trailing down my neck, leaving wet kisses and softly nipping at the skin. His hands rested over my bra, rubbing circles around my nipples through the thin lace, as he kissed down my sternum and down my stomach. I lifted my hips slightly so that he could slide my pants down.

As he crawled back on top of me I reached down to palm him through his boxers, only to have my hand pinned above my head.

“Nope, this is all about you. I had mine earlier, now it’s time for you to get yours,” he smirked. He kissed me harshly before dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed. His arms wrapped around my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge, holding me so that my legs were spread out in front of him.

I propped myself up on my elbows, watching his every move. His arms were still wrapped around my thighs, his hands now massaging them gently. He pressed wet, open mouth kisses to my inner thigh, moving closer and closer to the edge of my underwear.

Locking eyes with me, he licked a stripe right over where I wanted him most, causing a small whimper to escape me. He smirked and moved one hand to rub circles over my covered clit, his other hand continuously massaging my thigh as he did so.

My hips moved slightly, trying to grind against his hand, but my actions were soon stopped by his strong grip.

“Uh uh, you may be getting yours but I’m still in charge,” he smirked, continuing his slow circles. My breathing became deeper as I felt myself get wetter at his actions.

His grip on my thighs loosened as he moved his hands to the waistband of my underwear, snapping it against my skin before slowly pulling it down. I lifted my hips slightly to help and watched as he tossed my lacy underwear to the side. His hands returning to their original spots around my thighs, holding them open for him.

I locked eyes with him as he pressed more soft kisses to my inner thigh, sighing as he lightly sucked in one spot, creating a small mark.

“Now let’s see how the pretty girl tastes,” he said, spreading my thighs further, and licking a long and slow stripe against my wet pussy, never losing eye contact. I whimpered softly as he repeated the action teasingly.

“What is it, doll?” he smirked before continuing his slow torture.

“More,” I breathed out, “please.”

He laughed and attached his mouth back onto my aching pussy, still continuing a slow pace but now focusing on drawing circles around my clit with his tongue.

My head threw back and one hand tangled itself into his ginger hair, grabbing fistfuls of it. Fred groaned as I tugged at the hair, sending small vibrations around my clit.

“Fuck, Fred,” I moaned out as he quickened his pace. When I tried to buck my hips again he pulled away. I opened my mouth to question him, but all that came out was a moan as he slipped a finger into me.

His head rested on my thigh as he slowly fingered me, occasionally brushing his thumb over my sensitive clit. He then added another finger, still pumping slowly into me. His other hand that was wrapped around my thigh moved over and started rubbing my slit as he slowly sped up his pace.

My breathing was heavy and my moans were sporadic as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. Right as I could feel my orgasm creeping up, he removed his fingers from my clit and replaced it with his tongue. Swirling the bundle of nerves with his tongue and increasing his pace with his hands, my hips bucked unintentionally. Instead of moving away like he had previously, he just continued to try and hold me in place where he wanted me.

“Fuck, fuck Freddie, I’m gonna cum,” I whined. He continued sucking my clit and fingering me, looking up at me as he did so. I felt myself tense up, trying to close my legs due to the stimulation, but Fred’s strong grip kept my shaky legs open as I reached my high. He removed his fingers and slowly licked up the length of my slit, cleaning up my juices before sucking on his fingers as well.

He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my lips, letting me taste myself on him. When he stood up to take off his boxers, I stood up as well on my shaky legs.

“What are yo-whoa!” He started as I pushed him down onto the bed.

“I wanna ride you,” I said, straddling his hips, grinding my slick heat against his erection.

“I’m not gonna stop you,” he smirked, putting his hands behind his head. I lifted my hips slightly and lowered myself down slowly, feeling how much he filled me out. He let out a low moan as he watched himself disappear inside of me. His hands grabbed onto my hips as I began riding him, guiding me up and down his cock.

He reached up and cupped my breast, pinching my nipple through my bra. Our moans filled the room, and I was very grateful for the silencing charm.

Fred suddenly sat up, causing me to pause in my movements. He pressed warm kisses to my neck as his arms snaked behind me, swiftly unhooking my bra and slipping it down my arms.

“Why’d you stop?” He breathed out, kissing my collar bones. Instead of giving a verbal response, I continued riding him. His hands continued guiding my hips as he pressed a hot kiss to my lips, our moans mixing together. One hand wrapped around my waist and held me tight as he began thrusting his hips up to meet mine, his mouth now traveling down to my breast and catching my nipple and swirling it with his tongue.

“Fuck Fred, you feel so good,” I moaned out, letting him take control of the pace.

“So do you, love,” he groaned, flipping me over so that he was on top. His hips pounded into me, and one hand moved down to rub my clit. I felt myself tensing up again, reaching my second orgasm of the night.

“Where do you want my cum?” He breathed out.

“Wherever you want,” I moaned out.

“Fuck, can I cum in your pussy?” He moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“Cum in my pussy, Freddie. Fill me up,” I moaned out. His sloppy thrusts quickened, grunting as he did so.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna cum in that pretty little pussy,” he groaned as he continued pounding into me. Soon his thrusts slowed down and I felt him release the hot liquid into me, filling me completely. Both of us moaning loudly as he did so. He slowly removed himself, looking at the mess he made before grabbing a towel so that we could both clean ourselves up.

“Feel any better?” He jokingly asked.

“Loads better,” I teased.

#harry potter smut #fred weasley smut #Fred Weasley x reader smut #fred Weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred Weasley one shot #hp smut #smut #weasley twin #weasley smut #fwb fic #fred weasley fwb

[goblinlovesmusicals]

Since some makeup has Flat-Top with a black eye, I’ve always had the headcanon that it was a birthmark.

Now, the markings on the trains’ faces are usually just marks on their skin (with some exceptions, CB and Dustin’s rosy cheeks aren’t natural and some other trains paint their faces to look more pretty/scary).

But thinking about these things gave me an idea!

What if Flat-Top’s face markings all looked like injuries?

Here’s my idea: he has the black eye, but he also has some red running from one of his nostrils to his lip (the suggestion of a bloody nose) and a mark on his face (signifying a punch)

I’m not an artist but here’s what I’m thinking:

I feel like he’d maybe be teased for it by others (*cough* Greaseball and his gang *cough*), because the markings of a trains face are usually supposed to be pretty and something to be complimented on, but Flat-Top’s always seemed more likely to get a concerned look than a compliment.

But C.B. and Dustin freakin’ love his face markings. They think they make Flat-Top unique and make him look tough.

Also, a trains face markings always resemble their parents’ face markings in some way so it makes me wonder which dad he inherited this from and what does he look like? Maybe I should design face markings for his dads but I can’t draw for shit-

id love to hear your take on this and if you have any ideas for what flat-tops dads should look like please tell me. I mean I see one of them as having a scuff on their cheek (bricks fell on him) and one as having a crooked nose (from getting punched) but other than that I have no idea.

#starlight express #stex flat top #stex headcanon #stex cb #stex dustin #stex oc #flat-top’s dads #flatdustboose

[dadzawa-adopt-dabi]

Give it a second and a Birds eye view.

Sirius opens his eyes tangled in someone’s sheets and head pounding with a hangover again. He feels like he did when he ran with Remus as the war was building. Exhausted, Stressed and Soreness in every muscle. But there’s no James or Lupin to shove off the bed and roughhouse the aches away with. The aches and pains are different these days, not just bruises or sore muscles but the deep aches in his chest that have been there since they’ve died, he doesn't remember what it's like not to carry that anymore.

He should stop sleeping with Sniveling snape, the man was a greaseball anyways. Sirius rarely stayed the night with him. Only when he was too drunk to floo home really. It probably wasn’t healthy and he was working on that. Being in a healthier mindset and making better choices. He promised Harry, after the last fight they had.

Severus groans behind him ,drawing the ex-felons attention,and he feels the sneer on his face forming before he frowns instead. Severus sounds like he’s in actual pain, He might be for all that Sirus remembers.

What he does with the greasy git is nothing like his past hookups or one night stands. Too much fighting for that. Not that he had ever complained or asked Sirius to be gentler. Him and Lupin, well they’d had a roll once or twice but then he’d gone to Azkaban and come back to Lupin all but married. To say nothing of himself or the state he’d been in, not fit for relationships or old flames had been an understatement he snorted at himself.

His head is screaming at him, the sunlight streaming in from a window is making it so much worse. Fucker probably left it open knowing he could kick Sirius out that much sooner.  It normally has blackout curtains over it, he’s pretty sure. He glances at Snape as he's searching for his pants to leave and there’s, was he that rough? Or did Severus bruise easily, pale people bruise easier right? 

Sirus wracks his brain as he stares in horror at his infrequent bedmate. He stops the search for his trousers as he squints through his hangover at the other male in the bed.

 Fuck when’s the last time he saw Severus outside of a grimy bar or alley? He gulps as he remembers the time before this, they didn't even make it to an alley that night, too drunk and too desperate to get in each other's trousers to really mind and well, it's not like Sirius had been the one on his knees that night. He wouldn’t do this to anyone else. Seeing Severus now with sunlight making his eyes scream in pain concerns him though. Maybe he wasn’t doing as good as he thought he had been.

Severus is bruised to hell and back that's not him, he’s never bruised anyone. Sirius is just pale. That's it. And there’s deep bags under his eyes to match the hickeys decorating his throat. Severus is still asleep and he turns onto his stomach, chasing the warmth Sirius left there. Putting the knobs of his spine on display and it strikes him how thin he is. Snape’s always been thin though, not muscular or toned like Himself or Remus always have been.

There's a voice that sounds like Harry, reminding him that people in distress often stop taking care of themselves. Maybe Snape liked being rough but something is wrong here. Snape's hair has always been greasy. However as Sirius finds and waves his wand to bring the curtain back up off the floor , flashes of Severus stumbling and grabbing onto it before falling, Sirius remembers vaguely that his old school enemy hadn’t had the best home life and flinches. He remembers when the war was finally done and he had only functioned if he knew Harry was visiting.

He trips over his trousers as he stumbles to the adjoined bathroom, so that’s where the bloody things had been hiding. Really, he’s too old to be doing this, he’s going to fall and break a hip. One night stands and blackout drinking. 

He wants to go for a run, Harry's cousin had gotten him started on the habit. At first he hated it and cursed the very thought, now it was slowly becoming something he looked forward to. The nearly daily run becoming his time to clear his mind and wake up.  Did Severus have anything like that? Did he stay cooped up in his house or in bars until he passed out? Did Severus have anyone to pull him away when he needed it? 

Stepping into the shower he read some of the labeled empty potion bottles laying around. Headache cure, nausea suppressor, sleep aids. A bottle of shampoo labeled with a derogatory comment on his hair in Severus's own scrunched curly handwriting has him frowning. Downing a headache potion he finds in the cabinet he cracks his neck and blinks,  greasy basta- Severus still makes the most potent potions he’s ever had. Hangover fading immediately. It only makes the numerous bottles around the bathroom more worrying. How often was Severus having issues?

Severus stirs when he steps out of the bathroom and he freezes watching him. When he turns over Sirius can see him wince, before he stops moving and is back asleep. He’s not a very restful sleeper, something Sirius should know with how long they’ve been doing this. He’s never moved about much that Sirius can recall though, maybe it’s because he’s gone?

Before Sirius knows what he’s doing he’s in the kitchen, filling the sink overflowing with dirty dishes with hot soapy water. He likes doing this more by hand than magic, judging by how big the bags under Severus’s eyes had been he’s got a couple hours to waste until his bed partner wakes up anyways. He fumbles with his phone half way through the first round of dishes, music quietly playing in the background through a muggle device Harry has shown him before. Pulling open one of the apps and clicking through until he finds a nearby muggle breakfast joint that will deliver. Another trick Harry had taught while helping him fix the mess of a person he had been.Using muggle technology was surprisingly easy , it was just remembering not to use magic because it messes up the touchy things that messed so many wizards up. 

Severus stumbles to the kitchen in loose pajamas and his heart thuds hard in his chest at the sight. The bags under his eyes are still deep and his hair is dripping from the shower, he nearly drops a mug filled with what has to be stale coffee when he sees sirius.

“What are you still doing here?” He rasps out and chugs the liquid in the clutched mug. Severus winces at the taste, definitely old coffee.

“Making breakfast for my lover,” Sirius teases Sev and exaggerates a sappy tone when he calls him his lover just to see his confusion. “ Seriously though, I was rougher than I meant to be last night. I wanted to apologize and let you know It won’t happen again.” His phone chimes and he goes to get the delivery as Severus stared in shock.

He came back to the other male pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee, shoulders pulled tight and eyes following him. He sits down at the small table with Sirius when he starts unloading the food though.

“You alright there Sev?” he questions as the man across from him picks at the food. Maybe he had guessed wrong on what he would eat.

“What is this. We don’t have breakfast, you don’t clean up for me and you’ve certainly never ordered in. You fuck me into a mattress or whereever and i get some fucking sleep. That’s all you're here for.” Severus threw his fork on his plate and scowled at Sirius.

“Doesn't have to be though. That why you got so many potions everywhere? Having trouble sleeping, Severus?” Sirius got up and leaned against the counter, whatever was happening with his bedmate was a problem.

“I’m Fine.” the potion master outright hissed at him, but his hands were clutching his arms like he was hugging himself. Sirius raised an eyebrow and Severus snapped his head away. So he knew he wasn’t doing okay at least.

“How about I finish the dishes and you finish your food. We can crawl back in bed and later we can discuss how fine your really not.” Sirius let out a sigh of relief when Severus flipped him off but nodded. When they crawled back into Severus’s bed he tugged the lighter man into his arms and Severus was asleep almost instantly.

#snack #Harry Potter #yes jk sucks. #i can still gift to my friends and write whatever i want. #severus snape #sirius black #SevXSiri #I havent read the books in years #thedarkonewrites

[starlightkun]

not you, just me [kun]

❧ word count: 10.7k

❧ warnings: cursing as per usual, kun is kind of an asshole in some parts

❧ genre: idolverse, fake dating (yuta) au, angst, fluff, kind of enemies to lovers au??, again… kun is kind of an asshole in some parts but so is the reader so u know they’re meant for each other

Right person at the wrong time then,

Right person at the wrong time again,

Maybe he’s finally the right person at the right time now?

People’s lives can change in just a moment.

After all, it takes only a moment to say, “I do,” or to hold your baby for the first time, or to be handed that diploma, or to accept that new job across the country.

Or, in your case, for your manager to say:

“We need you to date Nakamoto Yuta.”

If you had water in your mouth, you would’ve done a spit-take. How glorious that would have been, spitting a mouthful of water all across Manager Han and SM’s faces. But instead, you choked on your own tongue for a moment before managing to stutter out, “I have to what?”

“It’ll be fake, of course. For the cameras, the press, all that.” Your manager said, as if that was meant to reassure you.

“W-why?” Your solo career was doing very well under SM Entertainment, as was NCT’s, you couldn’t imagine why he felt the need to draw such attention to either of you.

SM spoke up, “I’m sure you’ve seen the videos of a certain NCT 127 member engaging in… unsupported activities whilst they were in LA.”

“Mark got confused about the drinking age in America and had one beer, so now I have to become the most hated woman in not only South Korea, but also Japan?”

“In order to get the heat off of Mark.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Your big issue wasn’t that you didn’t know or didn’t like Yuta, you had been friends with him since your trainee days and still saw him frequently. It was that you had feelings that went beyond just ‘liking’ for one of his group mates: Qian Kun. You hadn’t meant for that to happen, but it did. And “dating” Yuta would mean seeing him more frequently, which you were trying to avoid because so far avoiding your feelings had been working pretty swell for you.

Your manager butted in again, “Don’t worry about the ‘being hated’ part, we have a plan for that. Something no idol has ever done. The two of you won’t be a career-ruining scandal that we try to sweep under the rug. You’ll be SM’s power couple.”

“You’ve got to promise not to actually fall in love with me, Y/N.” Yuta joked as the two of you sat beside each other at a conference table a few days later. He surprisingly didn’t seem alarmed about this entire situation at all.

“Oh that won’t be hard,” You retorted, to which he stuck his tongue out at you momentarily.

“That hurts my feelings.”

“Same goes for you, Nakamoto. No gross feelings for me either.”

“Oh that won’t be hard.”

You flicked his forehead, and his own hand came up to grab yours tenderly. With a sigh, you rolled your eyes, “No cameras in here, greaseball.”

“Oops.” Your friend was grinning as he released you, then turned to the two men on the other side of the table from you, your manager and NCT 127’s. “So what are we doing?”

“We’re going to introduce you two as a couple on SNS. Each of your Twitters, Instagrams, Fancafes, everything.” Manager Han explained first, seeming a little too giddy about this plan.

Yuta’s manager, Manager Choi, explained further, “It’ll be a picture of you two, then a caption writing about how the two of you are in love, and how you hope your fans will support you having found your true love, or something to that extent.”

“Gross.” Your nose wrinkled up at this, but nonetheless you took out your phone. “Does it have to be like, super lovey-dovey stuff on all of it? Or could it be like, one Tweet of a picture of us saying ‘Thank you to all the fans who have supported me thus far, I hope you will continue supporting me as I share with you someone who blah blah blah mushy gushy stuff,’ and then start casually posting photos on Instagram or something. Like Hyuna and E’Dawn did! They’re so cute, and they don’t make a big deal about it.”

“No, did you see how well that ended for them?” Your manager reminded you of the outcome of that.

“But theirs started as a rumor and a scandal before they started their casual posting.” You pointed out insistently. “If we start off as SM’s supported power couple, and immediately begin posting casually, wouldn’t it be better? It’ll be a big enough deal that they won’t care about Mark’s beer mishap in LA, but not so much that I’ll have crazed NCTzens coming to my apartment to kill me.”

The managers were silent as they seemed to be deliberating through telepathy or something. Yuta spoke up in agreement with you, “That sounds like a much better plan. It’ll be more natural and fits our personalities better. I couldn’t imagine Y/N ever being mushy-gushy about anything except for her dog.”

“Exactly.”

Manager Han and Manager Choi had a small conversation in hushed murmurs before your manager reluctantly addressed the both of you, “Alright, let’s compromise. One official post on SM’s newsite, and on Y/N and NCT 127’s fancafes. Tweet out a link to the fancafe posts on your Twitters, as well as one tweet that believably shows that you two are in love, okay? Then you can go about your casual posting after that.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Yuta shrugged, and all three men waited upon your approval with mildly bated breath.

“Fine, fine. But I’m not using the word love in any of my posts.”

And so from there, almost every post, mention, and appearance of your “relationship” was carefully planned out by your managers. From the initial Tweets that contained one picture of you two standing next to each other, Yuta’s arm around your shoulders with your respective captions asking for the fans’ support in your relationship, to a strategically-placed question in one of your interviews which required a somewhat rehearsed answer, to your “dates” in public, and casual posts on your Instagrams.

Yuta took on the part of the heads-over-heels boyfriend while you were the slightly-embarrassed but mostly indifferent girlfriend. And the fans ate it up.

“Hey, I’m going to be there in like two minutes,” You said as soon as Yuta had picked up your call, emerging on the streets outside your apartment building. Being a solo artist meant that you had more freedom to choose where you lived, while idols in groups tended to have to be in the dorms with their members. You weren’t terribly far from the dorms, but at least you weren’t actually in them. You had some sense of freedom at least.

“Where’s there? The dorms? I’m not there right now. Jaehyun, Taeil, and I went out to lunch.” Yuta explained, and in the background, you could hear the sounds of the two mentioned men holding their own conversation.

You stopped right at the corner where if you turned left and took a mere three steps, you’d be at the door of their dorms. “We were supposed to go out to lunch at one-thirty, Yuta. The managers put it in two days ago, don’t you check the schedule?”

“No, you’re usually nagging me about these things so that I do remember.”

“We’re not going to fight like an actual couple about this, are we?”

“Nope. I apologize, I’ll make sure to look next time.”

“Can’t believe I did my makeup for nothing.”

“We can still meet up and go to a park after this to get the pictures for SNS, okay?”

“Alright, I’ll just wait for you at the Dreamie dorms. They’re way more fun than you grandpas in NCT 127.”

In the brief time that you had been in this fake relationship with Yuta, you’d become familiar with all the members and both NCT 127’s dorm and the Dreamie dorm. They were only one door down from each other, meaning that you were likely to find your “boyfriend” in either one on any given day.

“I’ll continue on as if I wasn’t offended by that statement. You know who else is at the Dreamie dorms right now?”

With a reluctant sigh, you asked, “Who?”

“Kun.”

At some point in this fake relationship, you had admitted your unfortunately persistent and ever-growing crush on Kun to him. More like he had browbeaten it out of you at dinner one night, a dinner that half of NCT—including Kun—had attended with you. Thankfully, it was while Kun was in the bathroom, and you had dragged your friend by his ear to a corner of the restaurant before saying anything self-incriminating.

“Yuta.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m going home, Yuta. Come pick me up at my apartment.”

“Nope. We meet at the Dreamie dorms or it doesn’t happen. And then we both get yelled at by our managers for not posting tomorrow.”

“Fine,” You spat out before abruptly hanging up the call.

Kun thankfully hadn’t been the one to answer the door, it was Ten, another old friend of yours from your trainee days. He greeted you with a big smile and a hug, ushering you in further to their dorms. While Kun didn’t actually live in this part of the SM dorms, he only lived one floor up with Lucas and the Chinese rookies, so he visited the other NCT dorms frequently. And you weren’t sure why Ten lived with Dreamies, but he at least fit in size-wise. Unlike Jungwoo, another non-Dreamie resident of the Dreamie dorm. Though, in enough time, Jisung would be up there with him.

Both of the long and lanky boys were sprawled across the couch, effectively taking up all the space.

“You noodles better move so I can sit down.” You crossed your arms as you stopped in front of the couch.

They both leapt up to greet you, Jisung’s normal disdain for skinship fading as he quickly yet tightly hugged you. While he usually pushed his older members away, he had come to SM and started training and debuted at such a young age that you’d pretty much turned into an older sister figure for him. He would never admit it, but you’d cradled him in your arms on the floor of practice rooms while he soaked your shirt with his tears multiple times. Which you probably couldn’t do now, on account that your initial height difference had been reversed since then, but nonetheless you still held a fondness for the boy you would always see as your baby brother.

Jungwoo didn’t know you for as long or in the same way that Jisung, Ten, or Yuta knew you. He joined SM well after you debuted, and you hadn’t properly met him until you’d started fake-dating Yuta. But still, the affectionate man had never met a stranger he couldn’t snuggle up to, which included you.

“We’re watching Princess Monanoke!” He grabbed your hand without hesitation, tugging on it insistently for you to follow him to the couch. “We’re like, ten minutes in, so we can rewind it for you!”

You were unfazed by the skinship, instead anxiously looking around for the one person Yuta had told you for sure would be here. Kun was nowhere to be seen, much to your relief. Maybe you could actually relax before Yuta came and picked you up.

“I’ll go let the others know you’re here, finally drag them away from their video games.” Ten offered, turning to leave the room, but you stopped him.

“You don’t need to!” You cried out, halting your move to sit down. “I’m not going to be here for too long, Yuta’s coming soon.”

“Well then I should definitely get them. I’ll get an earful if they find out they missed you.”

“No!”

Judging by the three doors opening, you had yelled that out way too loud. Jeno’s head poked out first, looking around as Jaemin’s voice came from behind him, “Was that Y/N?”

“Y/N’s here!” Renjun cheered from his own doorway.

Jeno was suddenly pushed to the ground as two blurs of pastel pink and green hair barreled towards you, only the pink one slowing down as they reached you to gently throw his arms around your neck. The other nearly knocked you over in his excitement, arms around your waist.

“Y/N! I missed you!”

“You saw me two days ago, Jaemin.” You scoffed, patting the taller boy’s head affectionately.

The members of NCT knew that you weren’t actually dating Yuta, which is probably why they felt comfortable showing this much skinship with you. After all, if you were his actual girlfriend, no way would they be able to so much as touch your arm without losing a finger. But you weren’t, so they had a free pass to pretty much assault you with as many hugs and hand-holding and cuddles that you could deal with.

“Yeah, two days is pretty much an eternity.”

“LeLe!” You squealed as you addressed the other boy that was superglued to your side, ruffling the boy’s hair with two hands. “You, I have not seen in weeks! How are you? How’s your family?”

Chenle lived nearby the dorms with his family, meaning that when you had spur-of-the-moment visits to the dorms, you weren’t likely to see him, “Ah, we’re doing good! My mom started an herb garden, she’s really proud of her sage.”

“Oh that’s nice.”

Once they had released you, Renjun and Jeno also came up to greet you, much mellower than them. The man who had come out of the third door had a polite smile on his face as he approached you, one that unfortunately made your heart skip several beats.

“Hi, Y/N.” Kun nodded to you as he walked by you. So nonchalant.

Your cheeks turned embarrassingly warm to the touch as you were unable to reply. You were cursing yourself the whole time as you turned so that your eyes could follow him to where he stopped in front of Jisung on the couch. He held out an empty purple reusable water bottle to him, “It was under your bed, Jisungie.”

“Oh. Thanks, Kun.”

The other man on the couch was sitting there with a pout, glaring up at Kun.

“What?”

“We’re trying to watch Princess Monanoke!” Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t actually scold the others, really looking more like an upset toddler than an annoyed older brother.

“Sorry, Jungwoo.” Kun apologized with humor in his voice, starting towards the door. “I’ve got errands to run for my dorm now, I’ll see you all later.”

“Wait!” Ten called after him. “Y/N just got here and now you’re leaving? Don’t you want to at least stay and watch the movie with us?”

“I’m good, I just watched it the other night with Hendery.”

With that, despite the other members’ continuing protests, Kun slipped his shoes on and wordlessly left the dorms. The remaining boys all let out noises of disappointment.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Ten sighed as you joined Jungwoo and Jisung on the couch.

“For what?” You croaked out with your mouth still dry from the two words Kun had spoken to you.

He and Jeno exchanged a look before everyone else flopped down either on the couch, on another person, or on the floor in front of the couch to continue the movie.

Yuta showed up right as the credits started rolling, mischievous smirk turning into a disappointed glare as he took in the boys sprawled out around you, “What are you cockblockers doing here?”

“Kun did all the cockblocking himself.” Jaemin scoffed from where he was being enveloped by Jungwoo’s much larger form.

“What?” You questioned, head resting against Chenle’s.

Yuta still didn’t address you, lecturing the others, “You all were supposed to leave Y/N and Kun here alone, but instead of coming back to find them making out, I’m greeted with you all puppy piled on each other watching anime with Kun nowhere in sight!”

“You really sounded like a voyeur there, Yuta.” Ten teased as you could feel your blood start boiling.

You patted Jisung’s head that was laying on your thigh as a signal that you wanted to stand up. Carefully stepping over the boys on the floor, you joined your friend by the front door, glaring intensely, “Did you seriously conspire to try to get Kun and I alone together? You’re really fucking lucky we’re about to go take pictures, or else I’d break your damn nose.”

Remembering that the fans always left the most approving comments of your “relationship” when you were wearing his clothes, you snatched Yuta’s jacket from his grip. After pointedly tugging it over your arms, you stomped to the front door, “Bye.”

Yuta had to speed-walk to catch up to you outside the door, not seeming nearly as apologetic as you wanted, “Why can’t you be that confident around Kun? You’re so fucking badass, Y/N, but you never let him see that side of you.”

“I know! I know that I don’t!” You spat out, firmly gripping his upper arm as you started walking down the bustling sidewalks. “But it doesn’t fucking matter. As soon as he realized I was there, he couldn’t seem to leave fast enough for his liking! He hates me, Yuta.”

Your fiery rant had pittered out to a self-pitying mumble as you felt hot tears of frustration and angst prick at your eyes. You urged him to stop at the doors of some shop, burying your face in his shoulder as you tried to conceal and stop your tears. Fansites wouldn’t be following you, this wasn’t an official schedule and as far as you knew, neither you nor Yuta had any sasaengs. But even then, you could never guarantee that a random fan wouldn’t spot you and try to film you two. You had to get these tears under control.

Yuta could tell that he had obviously struck a chord with you, rubbing your back soothingly as he softly apologized, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you cry. If Kun really does hate you—which I highly doubt—then he’s stupider than I thought.”

You chuckled a little bit at this, wiping at your eyes as he continued on, “Hey, do you think they’ll have us get like, fake-married, and have fake kids too?”

“Oh please,” You took your face out of his shoulder to scoff. “I think I’d rather die than be the mother to your fake children.”

“There’s my Y/N.” Yuta grinned approvingly, linking his arm back through yours and leading you back out onto the streets. “But really, I think our kids would be cute as hell, no matter how fake.”

You pinched his arm, earning a satisfying yelp.

From then on, you didn’t trust pretty much any scenario that you knew Kun was going to be involved in, out of fear that Yuta and the others would try to pull that same stunt again. Luckily, having your own comeback to be worrying about kept you plenty busy enough to avoid every member of NCT.

Today was your first stage for your comeback, and your manager had told you earlier that Yuta was going to come visit you backstage beforehand, keeping up his supportive boyfriend persona. You were sitting on a couch trying to replace your earrings without a mirror when you felt a chin resting on top of your head.

“Hey, Yuta.” You greeted him, still intensely focused on finding the hole that you knew was somewhere on your earlobe.

When the person didn’t reply, you figured that it might not be Yuta, “Hey, Jungwoo.”

Nothing.

“Jisung? Jaemin? Ten? Mark?”

“I’m offended that you’d think of Mark before me,” they finally replied, and you lit up as Donghyuck came around to sit down beside you.

“Hyuckie!” You hugged your friend, not expecting him to come visit you too. “Oh my god, hi!”

“Yuta was taking too long trying to find a flower for you with our manager, so I left them.”

“No, you pushed me into the stairwell and locked the door behind you,” came the accusatory voice of Yuta from behind you.

You burst out laughing when you turned around to find him disheveled and irritated, a few pieces of hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead from climbing all those stairs, and a single red rose in his hand. Donghyuck giggled along beside you until Yuta thrust the rose towards you before pouncing on the younger boy. His giggles turned to a screech as the older man put him in a chokehold on the ground in front of your feet, “You’re such a brat!”

“Let go of him, Yuta. He’s just a kid.” You snickered from above them, tapping them lightly with your foot.

Changing the subject, you took out your phone, “Here, we need pictures for SNS.”

Donghyuck accepted the device, “But I also want pictures with you, Y/N.”

“Of course, after the obligatory ones of SM’s power couple.” You handed the rose back to Yuta in order to take a moment and adjust his hair. “Gross, you’re all sweaty.”

“It’s not my fault that they don’t air condition the stairwells.” He retorted, standing still patiently for you to finish making him look presentable.

Posing with the rose in one hand and Yuta’s arm across your shoulders, you put on your brightest grin for the pictures. After a few different poses and taking a couple selfies with the front camera, you put your phone into Yuta’s hands for him to take your pictures with Donghyuck. Finally, your manager came and took a picture of the three of you together.

“I’ll send you the ones that I’m not posting,” You told them as you drafted your Tweet, including pictures with the both of them in it, penning your in-character caption and tagging NCT and NCT 127.

“So are you only doing ‘Water Drops’ tonight?” Yuta asked as he made himself comfy on the one small couch in your dressing room.

Pushing his legs off, you sat down beside him, “I’m doing a mini-stage of one of my B-sides as well.”

“’Just Saying?’” Donghyuck perched himself on the arm of the couch beside Yuta, and you were touched that he had knowledge of your new songs.

“No, actually ‘Not You, Just Me.’”

“Oh, the one about Kun.” Yuta stated nonchalantly.

“It’s not—”

“It’s a song about unrequited love and feeling like the person you like hates you. You’re not fooling me, Y/N.”

Donghyuck looked extremely confused, and at first you thought that he didn’t know about your feelings for Kun and was about to put Yuta in a chokehold when he commented with a frown, “Kun doesn’t hate you, Y/N. He—”

“Jesus, it’s not about Kun!” You screeched, standing up and stalking over to your mirror with your earrings.

After your performance, you were half-asleep in the backseat of your car ride home, tweeting out a couple more pictures of yourself and saying thank you to your fans for the support on your comeback thus far when your phone buzzed. You only glanced at the contact name briefly before the notification went back up. Eyes widening, you swiped down to double-check the text again.

[qian kun: your performance was really good]

You vaguely remembered having Kun’s number from being put in a group chat during your trainee days, but you didn’t imagine that he’d have kept yours, much less use it to actually text you, especially not to compliment you.

Your head was spinning as your lame thumbs hurried to type out your reply.

[you: thank you so much!]

The rest of the night until you finally fell asleep, you were anticipating a reply from Kun that never came.

“So, Y/N, what’s your favorite B-side from the mini-album?” The MC asked you, your new album proudly on display on the table between the two of you.

“A lot of my friends say that they like ‘Just Saying.’” You replied politely, keeping up your ‘idol smile’ as you spoke.

“But I asked for your favorite.”

You inhaled and paused. Your company, the MC, and fans watching were hanging onto your every word, waiting for you to drop breadcrumbs about your “relationship” with Yuta. To confirm the speculations that the most romantic track, ‘Only One’ was about him. In fact, your manager had coached you for this specific question beforehand.

“’Not You, Just Me.’” Was your confident answer, dropping your persona for a moment as you continued on. “It was a song whose lyrics I truly penned from the heart, from years of experience. Everything from the words down to the BPM were taken straight from me, from times when I’ve felt like that. Vulnerable, forgotten, not good enough. I remember the first time I listened to the finished version, I cried. It’s so painfully me that I couldn’t help it. And I hope that everyone who listens to it can feel something like that too.”

A weight was lifted off your chest just then, even though you were well aware of the earful you’d get from your manager after this. You had always promised your fans to be honest about your music, and you weren’t about to forgo that trust now. The interviewer nodded, flipping to her next notecard, immediately becoming animated again, “Ooh, okay. So we all know about the ridiculously stunning outfits in your music video, which was your favorite to film in?”

The rest of the interview continued on like that, superficial questions that you had little to no interest in. But you were content with your slightly rebellious answer from earlier, leaving you complacent and satiated for it. Your manager surprisingly didn’t comment on your b-side answer as he lead you out to the car.

“Have you and Yuta started preparing your stage for SM Town in New York?” He asked instead, making your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head.

SM Town was having a huge showcase in New York in two months, and the company wanted you and Yuta to have your own ‘power couple’ stage for it. You still had no clue why they were keeping this up, netizens had long forgotten about Mark having a beer in LA, which was supposed to be your purpose for fake-dating. But now you had just celebrated your three-month fake-aversary, and it felt like it was dragging on for way too long.

“We have some ideas,” You told him noncommittally. In reality, you hadn’t done anything for it yet. “How long are we going to keep this up? People have forgotten about Mark by now.”

“Y/N, it’s more than that now, can’t you see? You two are SM’s power couple.” At the clear skepticism on your face, he added on, “After the initial shock, our stocks went up by over 150%, and your fans and NCTzens alike are madly eating up every SNS post, music video, song, and album that either of you put out. You had an all-kill this comeback, Y/N. Last time you barely charted. NCT 127’s teaser pictures are getting three times as many retweets as their last ones from just five months ago. This is the best thing that’s happened to SM Entertainment in years.”

“So I’m going to take that as an ‘eventually.’” Disgruntled, you focused your attention down to your phone screen, making it clear to him that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Water break!” You declared, laying down on the cool floor of the practice room as Yuta went to pause the ever-looping song.

The two of you were practicing your duet for SM Town in New York and had been running through the whole thing on repeat for a good part of the day. It was a smooth, suggestive song that had you in a much closer proximity to your friend than you would’ve liked. At least you worked well together, it really brought you back to your trainee days.

“Do you remember our performance at the trainee showcase? Our last one before you debuted?” Yuta recalled as he grabbed two water bottles from the mini-fridge in the corner.

“Of course. It was me, you, Yeri, and Ten. We produced our own song that was absolutely horrendous, but we thought it was a banger at the time,” you couldn’t help but cackle along with Yuta as the song played in your head.

“And we absolutely killed it.”

“Yeah.”

Sitting up, you unscrewed the cap from the bottle he had just handed you, taking a deep breath before chugging three-fourths of it in one go. Refreshing. The two of you continued reminiscing in your trainee and rookie days for a few more minutes before determining that you had to get back up and start practicing again.

Just as you got to the part where you had to lean back and grab Yuta’s face to bring it closer to yours, as if you were going to kiss—which you most definitely were not going to do—you spotted someone at the doorway to the practice room. With a surprised yelp, you wrenched yourself from Yuta’s grasp, stumbling forward away from him before turning around to face the visitor.

Kun was dressed in a white t-shirt and dark wash jeans with his forehead peering out from underneath his light brown hair, a look that should not have had your heart thumping so loud in your ears, but it did. Or maybe that was the heart attack he had just given you. In his hand was a plastic bag with what looked like a couple to-go containers inside. He blinked blankly at you for a moment before looking away to address Yuta, holding the bag out towards him, “Brought you lunch.”

“You’re the best, Kun!” Yuta took it over to the singular stool beside the door. “Are you eating with us?”

“I can’t. NCT U is practicing their SM Town stage and I have to be in the room for my very important part of doing absolutely nothing and not even being on stage.” He deadpanned, a statement that brought a wrangled, choking laugh out from the depths of your constricted throat.

Kun’s eyes snapped back over to you briefly, and you could’ve sworn you saw the corner of his mouth almost curl into a smile before he turned his attention to Yuta once again.

“I mean, Y/N and I were just finishing, and the other day she was telling me about this sasaeng who has started hanging out around her apartment building, so maybe you know, we should both walk her home, for extra protection.”

You looked at Yuta with a nearly incredulous look. Every single thing he said was a flat out lie, you had at least another hour of practicing left, and there was no sasaeng out by your apartment building. “I don’t—”

“It sounds like she needs a real body guard, not us two wimps.” Kun once again had his dry humor in his voice, earning a strained giggle from you. He started back towards the door, gently turning the handle to yank it open, “Bye Yuta, bye Y/N.”

Your heart lurched to your throat when he said your name, making you unable to even mumble a goodbye to him until the door was shut and he was long gone from earshot. Crumpling to the ground, you curled into a ball and let out a half-screech half-groan into your knees.

“I’m fucking pathetic.” You moaned as you hit the side of your head against the wood paneling of the floor repeatedly.

“Y/N.” Yuta forcibly sat you up to keep you from self-injury, mimicking your position to stay eye-level with you. “As your best friend of six years now—”

“Best friend?” You snorted, earning a silencing glare from him.

“As I was saying. As your good friend of six years now, I hate seeing you do this to yourself. You’ve been whipped for him for how long?”

“Five years.”

This had clearly caught him off-guard, “Wait, what?”

“It was Kun’s first day at SM. He knew a handful of phrases in Korean, even fewer in English, and I knew no Chinese. But he was so… genuine. Even though we didn’t have a real conversation, I wanted to keep talking to him.” You gripped your knees even tighter to your chest as you spoke, miserably reliving the interaction.

“And did you?”

“Yeah. We started going in for our language classes together, he was learning Korean and I was learning English. Every time he learned something new in Korean, he would share it with me, and he’d be so proud, and his eyes would just… light up whenever I complimented his pronunciation or grammar. We started having real conversations soon enough, and with each one my first impression of him never changed. He was genuine, well-rooted, and absolutely wonderful. And I had—have it bad for him.”

“It’s been five years.”

“It hasn’t been five years of pure pining, I’m not that pathetic.” You scoffed at the notion, releasing one leg to gently kick his. “It comes and goes. It only got bad again once you and I started fake dating.”

“And you want to real date him.”

“Even if he actually liked me, there’s no way we could now. SM has made you and me their power couple, we’re the face of the company. They’re not planning on letting us break up anytime soon, and after that I could never show any romantic interest in another idol, much less one under the same company and in the same group as you. I’d be labelled a whore who deserves to be burned at the stake by every netizen. It’s a catch-22, a lose-lose for me.”

Yuta flicked your forehead, a harsh snap out of your melancholy trance. “You, my dear, are extremely negative.”

You flicked him back, “You, my dear, are obnoxiously positive. Besides, I'm not being negative, I'm being real.”

“Who says being real means thinking everything's gone to shit? Being real can also be seeing a bright side to things.”

“Please give me the bright side of this situation.”

“We might actually have those fake kids.”

At this you pushed him over, which he took in stride to dramatically roll over and sprawl out on the floor as if he was a cartoon character who had just been killed by an anvil. He popped back up to say, “But seriously, the bright side is that now you have the opportunity to confront your feelings for him. This is it, Y/N. You either do it or you don't. Tell him now or let him go. Don’t let this keep eating at you.”

“You sound like a fanfic, Yuta.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Okay, so what if I do tell him? And what if he feels the same? Then what are we going to do?”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“You’re such a big help.”

“I'm not supposed to be planning your whole life for you. I’m here to motivate you to do that shit for yourself.”

You had been on this uncomfortable and depressing topic for way too long, “Can we just eat and get back to practicing?”

SM Town New York was here, and you already wanted to go back home.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of performing and getting to see your international fans as well as part of a new country. It was that you had to perform, see your international fans, and part of a new country, all under the guise of Yuta’s girlfriend. With Kun tagging along to most everything you did, while still completely ignoring you. He wasn’t necessarily mean or rude to you, he was just indifferent, and maybe slightly avoiding you. Which was probably for the best, as every time he spoke to you, you were rendered either speechless or barely able to stumble your way through a semi-intelligible reply. Pathetic really was the only word you could come up with for yourself.

The first day you were in New York was arranged just for the artists to get situated in their hotels and explore. The next day was the concert, and the day after you’d fly back to Korea. Being a solo artist didn’t save you from rooming with someone else. You were set up in a room with Taeyeon, another female soloist you were familiar with. Much like you had been Jisung’s older sister when he came to the company, Taeyeon had been yours. And now she was lecturing about your crush on Kun. You couldn’t even blame Yuta for this one, you’d told her about it five years ago when you’d first realized it. And now you were realizing that might have been your biggest mistake ever.

“It’s really been five years and you’ve done nothing?” She asked as you were sat on your bed in your hotel room, and she paced along in front of you.

“How many times are you going to ask me that?” You groaned, pulling on a shoe.

“Y/N, why haven’t you done anything?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because I was trying to debut, and then trying to not ruin my career, and then you know, trying to uh, still not ruin my career.”

“I don’t mean dating him specifically, I mean in general. You haven’t gotten over him, you haven’t asked him out. You’re stagnant. You’ve got to do something.”

“You sound like Yuta now.”

“Well then Yuta’s right. Do something.”

“Can I worry about doing something when we get back home?”

“Nope. I want you either dating him or getting over him before we get back on that plane.”

Sighing, you started putting your jacket and your shoes back on, “I’m going to get some food with a couple Dreamies, are you coming?”

“I have some other stuff to do first, go have fun,” She dismissed you with a smile, knowing that she had given you something to think about.

Stuffing your phone in your jacket pocket, you pressed the down button impatiently. You were to be meeting Renjun and Jeno in the lobby, they were apparently already there. You probably should have been going with Yuta, but he was rooming with Kun and Lucas, and you just needed time with someone who wasn’t related to any of that for just a little bit.

You saw a figure walking towards you from the end of the hall and started pushing the elevator button again desperately. When the doors opened, you darted in, but a hand stopped it before the rest of the body followed. Kun stepped on coolly, not even glancing at you as he asked, “Lobby?” with his hand hovering over the panel of buttons.

“Uh, yes.” You were way too proud of yourself for that one-word answer, trying to move yourself as far away from him as possible, as inconspicuously as possible.

“So, are you excited for the performance tomorrow?” He spoke up, and you took two deep breaths before answering.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

Curiosity overrode your awkwardness, “Are you performing more than Black on Black?”

“No, just that one song. But it’s still a fun song nonetheless.”

You frowned, about to say something else when he already was questioning you again.

“Your duet with Yuta, you look— uhm, the dance uh looks… good.”

“Oh, thanks.” Now or never, Y/N, “Kun, I—”

The elevator successfully cut you off with a bing! and the two boys standing just a few feet away immediately whipped around, spotting you inside.

“Y/N! Kun!” They waved you two over fervently.

You went to try to get off, but Kun was still standing there, looking at you curiously, “What were you—”

“It’s nothing, I already forgot.” You mumbled, hurrying over to your younger friends.

Surprisingly, Kun had followed you there too, and before you could raise a question to this, more people joined the group: Amber, and what seemed to be half of EXO. This was way more than you had signed up for. Several hellos and greetings and yells were happening as the group moved out, and you could feel you closing in on yourself. Most of these people you weren’t terribly close to, not to mention that Kun was there too. This was not going to be as fun of a lunch as you thought.

Flanked by a couple managers, your group meandered through a nearby mall that was surprisingly devoid of people. Probably because it was noon on a Thursday, most people were at work. There was suddenly a soft elbow in your side, and when you turned to them, your scowl immediately faded away, “Hi Jeno.”

“You’re not having fun, Y/N.” He stated quietly as the two of you were at the back of the mass of people.

“I just wanted to get lunch with you and Renjun, not all this.” You admitted, even quieter than he had been, not wanting your other labelmates to hear and get the wrong idea. Normally, you liked hanging out with all of them, you were just too tired and too sad to truly participate in the group banter.

“Well then, let’s go!”

Before you could stop him, Jeno had snaked his arm between Baekhyun and Sehun to latch onto Renjun’s and yank him back. The older men didn’t even seem fazed as the group kept moving, leaving the three of you behind.

“What was that for?” Renjun shook Jeno’s grip off with a huff.

“Y/N wanted to go get lunch.”

“Hey, are you guys okay?” Kun had approached your much smaller group, a concerned frown on his face as he looked between your stationary cluster and the larger group still moving away.

“Yeah, we’re getting lunch.”

“You should bring a manager with you.”

Renjun suddenly got a mischievous smirk across his face, “Or… we could bring you! You’re a responsible adult with a wallet!”

Kun didn’t even comment on the fact that they had just alluded to not having money with them, instead agreeing to it with a sigh, “Fine, where are we eating?”

The boys chose McDonald's.

Of all the semi-fine dining options in the mall, they insisted on McDonald's. You really didn’t care all that much about the food, what you cared more about was the fact that Renjun and Jeno squished into one side of the booth after getting their food, leaving you and Kun on the other side, sitting an awkward distance away from each other and quietly eating.

“So are you guys excited for the concert tomorrow?” Jeno asked cheerfully, and you nearly pulled a muscle in your eye from how hard you’re rolling them. What blander of a topic could he have chosen?

“For my one song? Yeah.” Kun chuckles bitterly, popping a fry in his mouth.

“But you’re still so good in it!” The younger boy tries to reassure him.

Renjun snickers, “Yeah, we’re all so good because nobody can see us if we fuck up. Well, except you, Jeno, you actually get center for a little. Can’t fuck up in peace for like a whole 10 seconds.”

Jeno opens his mouth to protest, but the other two are still laughing at this somewhat optimistic view of their nonexistent roles in Black on Black. Renjun manages to rope you back into the conversation, “Oh, poor Y/N, you can’t fuck up at all, huh?”

“Oh, but I still do,” you shake your head, thinking back to how you were up until early this morning in the practice room going over the five songs you’d be performing at the concert. Three solos, your duet with Yuta, and one of Key’s new solo songs that had a featured artist whose part you were to be covering. Being able to sleep on the plane allowed you to stay up until three in the morning running through them over and over again. Your legs ached thinking of it, and you knew that your sleep tonight wouldn’t be much better. You’d be running off of pure adrenaline tomorrow.

“Eh?” Kun questioned this through a mouthful of his hamburger, a sight that nearly made you burst out laughing.

Suppressing your smile, you answered, “There’s one note in Key’s song that I can hit about… 35% of the time, and a move in my duet with Yuta that I keep slipping on. Not to mention that I don’t get any breaks between my three solo songs, no time for water or anything. It’ll be rough tomorrow.”

The light conversation turned unnaturally tense as he had swallowed his bite, practically snarling out, “At least you get to be on stage for five whole ass songs, and your fans get to see you and actually fucking hear you.”

Jeno dropped his chicken nugget and Renjun choked on his drink for a moment as you were unwittingly stuck in a terrifying staring contest with Kun. You realized that you were extremely fortunate to be on stage for so long, and with a thousand times more lines than he had and would have immediately stuttered out an apology for your thoughtlessness if he wasn’t still glaring at you.

“Well, I’m full!” Jeno said cheerfully, packing up his five nuggets that he still had left into their box, as well as most of his fries and drink.

Renjun scrambled to put his food away, and you yourself had only eaten a few fries and bites of your meal, but you weren’t sure if you could eat anything else now. Your stomach was twisted much too tightly for you to be able to eat anytime soon, especially not with Kun around.

What the hell was that?

You hadn’t spoken to, seen, or even let yourself dare think about any member of NCT for the rest of that night. Some of them tried to text you or drop by your hotel room, but Taeyeon would faithfully answer the door and reply that you were in the bath, or already asleep. The truth was, you had spent a considerable amount of time in the bathtub, soaking your body in the warm water but drowning your mind in self-pity. When parts of you that you didn’t even know could prune were pruning, you heaved yourself out with a sigh.

Trudging back out to the bedroom a few minutes later, you were fully intending on flopping onto your bed and screaming into your pillow for an hour straight, but Taeyeon had other ideas. She was sat at the head of your bed, and patted her thigh, “Come here, sweetheart.”

Obedient and too sad and tired to protest, you laid down on the bed, resting your head in her lap as you had done countless times before. Her fingers brushed through your wet locks, pulling them away from your face and ears.

“What happened today, Y/N?”

You couldn’t try to cover it up: your demeanor, the countless NCT members who had come by with concern for you in their features, the occasional sob you bit back in the bathtub that she probably still could’ve heard out here, there was definitely something wrong. And you let it all bubble up and spill out from your mouth, your body overflowing with hurt and regret from that singular encounter of today with Kun.

When you had managed to mumble and stumble your way through the story, Taeyeon’s fingers stilled in your hair as she let out a heavy sigh before resuming their repetitive motions along your scalp. “Oh, sweetheart,” she tsked softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you spit out, “Sorry that I ever had feelings for someone who is apparently the biggest asshole of SM.”

“Hey,” your friend flicked your head before smoothing over the area, “He was probably just frustrated over his lack of lines and stage time. He absolutely didn’t have the right to snap at you, but it doesn’t mean that he’s an asshole, or that he hates you. Maybe it was just… misdirected anger.”

“You’re not really helping my plan of hating his guts in order to get over him, Taeyeon.”

In the morning, all the artists piled into the many vans waiting at the curbside of the hotel, and you got in the one with most of the other soloists. You were stuffed in the back between Taeyeon and Key, who said he had thought of something cool to add to your collab stage that he wanted to tell you as soon as possible. Amber, Taemin, and Onew were in the middle row, with one of the staff members beside the driver in the front.

You were intently listening to Kibum’s idea of turning the parts you were covering into more of a response to his parts than an addition like they were in the original song, which would require only changing a few words and pieces of choreography. It would make your involvement more romantic and longing, an interesting change from the original parts. The idea seemed doable, mostly because you had two official rehearsals and a bunch of time to kill from when you arrived to when you would perform.

“I mean, only if it wouldn’t make Yuta jealous,” Kibum finished his explanation with a playful jab at your predicament, one that made you roll your eyes and wrinkle your nose.

“The only thing you could do to make him angry is to insult the fake children he insists we’re going to have,” you scoffed, earning laughter from the whole van.

“You’ll name your fake daughter after me, right?” Taeyeon batted her eyelashes at you, a joke that struck a chord with Taemin, apparently.

“Your fake son better be named after me, then!” He turned around to yell.

“Yah!” Kibum replied, “He’ll be named after me, obviously!”

“You guys are ridiculous,” you groaned then turned playful as you said, “We’re obviously going to name them after Super Junior members.”

All of your friends turned indignant at your retort, and you found yourself joining in on the laughter, worries crumbling away.

“Thank you,” you nodded to the staff member who had just adjusted your mic pack in your brief break between your own solo songs and your collaboration stage with Yuta.

Speaking of, your fake boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and you peered around with a frown. You spotted Kun and Ten walking in, and went up to them, still fiddling with your mic, “Hey, have you guys seen Yuta?”

Ten’s face mirrored your own thoughtful frown, “I thought he was over here with you. I’ll go look for him.”

With that, Ten disappeared out of the room, leaving you briefly with Kun. Very, incredibly briefly, as when you turned back to him, he gave you a coarse look before walking away from you. Anger boiled inside you, displacing the hurt you had felt the day before. You needed to do something, just like your friends had been telling you to.

“I'm sorry about being selfish and ungrateful yesterday.” You forced the apology out, receiving no response other than the slowing of his steps.

When he still hadn’t acknowledged your apology at all, you snapped, “Do you have a problem with me?”

Finally, you caused the man to whip around, the clear surprise on his features turning to mirror your own anger.

“Excuse me?” His brow was furrowed, and his features all registered in your head as ‘PISSED OFF!! DANGER!! PISSED OFF!! WARNING!!’ but you ignored the alarm bells.

“You act like a complete and utter jerk to me, and I don’t—”

Kun immediately cut you off, taking two large strides towards you, “Oh, just because I don’t treat you like some princess like the other members of NCT—and hell, all of SM—do just because you’re dating Yuta, that means I’m a jerk?”

“I'm not actually dating Yuta, and I don’t expect special treatment because of it either!”

“Your relationship with Yuta may not be real, but the effects and the implications of it sure as hell are.”

He stormed out of the room, leaving you with his final comment whirling around in your head. It was absolutely true, that this had a real effect on your life even if the relationship itself wasn’t. Nothing would ever be the same after this, whether you liked it or not. But you still didn’t know why that would bother Kun so much.

You were still standing there dumfounded when Yuta jogged in, Ten right behind him. The shorter man declared cheerfully, “Found him!”

“Sorry, I was getting you some water,” Yuta apologized for his disappearance, holding out a sweating water bottle to you. As he got closer to you, his face dropped, and his voice turned concerned, “Something happen, Y/N?”

“Hm?” You snapped your eyes up to his as you accepted the drink, throwing on a half-hearted smile, “Oh, I was just going over the choreography in my head again and zoned out a bit.”

He ruffled your hair reassuringly, earning a glare from you, “Don’t worry about it, we’re going to kill it.”

Pushing thoughts of Kun out of your mind, you chugged half the bottle right before a staff member came by to start ushering the both of you out to the stage. You put your whole being into that performance, not caring that didn’t even perform this passionately during any practice or the dress rehearsals earlier. Even you would have been fooled by the show you put on with Yuta. To sell the ending, you even pecked his cheek, catching him off-guard and causing the volume of the crowd to increase by tenfold.

You waved goodbye to Yuta as Key entered from the other side of the stage, holding a handheld mic out to you. Somehow, you still had even more fire after your other four songs, putting even more of yourself into this performance than the last one. After all, no matter what happened in your life, you always had music and performing to turn to. It was the one outlet in your life that nobody could ever take away from you, that would be there for you if nobody else was. The perfect distraction and the perfect healer.

The rest of the concert passed by in a blur: wishing as many of your fellow artists luck, hunting down every member of NCT except Kun before their various stages, the encore stages, the thirty minutes spent running all around the stage with every performer to say goodbye to and interact with your fans, cramming way too many people into your booth at the dinner everyone went out to afterwards. Time didn’t seem to slow down until you were collapsing on your bed at well after midnight, having barely been able to get yourself into your pajamas.

Your phone rang in your pocket, and you fumbled around in your sweatpants for it. Groaning, it was of course the one person you couldn’t bring yourself to decline a call from. Accepting the call, you merely groaned into the phone as a greeting.

“Y/N, you were a freaking legend on stage today!” Chenle squealed out excitedly through your speakers, and you desperately turned the volume down.

“Thanks, LeLe. Why are you calling me from Jisungie’s phone?” You sighed, this wasn’t who you were expecting.

“I knew you wouldn’t answer if you saw that it was me!”

“Smart boy.”

Your hand was hovering over the end call button when he yelled out, “Wait! Don’t hang up yet!”

He knew you too well.

“Zhong Chenle I swear to God I will come to your hotel room and smother you with a pillow.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“I’m going to hang up now. If you call me or disturb me again, I will not hesitate to stuff a pillow so far down your throat you’ll be shitting out a bird tomorrow.”

With that final remark, you hung up, ignoring Taeyeon’s giggles from the bathroom as she did her nighttime skincare routine. Burrowing your face back into your pillow, the garish sound of your phone ringing came again. Letting out a nearly inhuman screech, you declined the call from “Jisung” and yanked the charger out from it. Taeyeon didn’t even get a goodbye from you as you burst out of your hotel room, destination and target in mind.

Pounding on the door to the room that you knew Chenle, Jisung, and Renjun were staying in, you thought of nothing else besides ending Zhong Chenle’s life in the next two minutes.

“Who is it?” The poorly-disguised voice of Chenle came from the other side.

“You know who it is, you little shit!” You growled, giving the door another sharp hit, earning a yelp from the boy on the other side. “Open up!”

“Ah, I don’t have hands, can’t use a door handle, sorry!”

Frustrated, you kicked the door and shouted through it, “Stop calling me! I just want to sleep!”

Your enraged tone withered out to one that almost sounded like a small cry, your exhaustion flooding every part of your body as tears welled up in your eyes. Just as you were going to leave, the door across the hall flew open, revealing an equally disheveled and pissed Qian Kun.

“Can you please shut the fuck up?” He sighed, leaning in his doorway with his arms crossed.

The door behind you was suddenly opened as well, and you turned to face it again as Jisung stood there reluctantly. Chenle’s head peered around from behind the taller boy, “Yuta and Lucas are in our room, you two have major crushes on each other and need to talk about it. Bye!”

Jisung offered you an apologetic look as Chenle pulled him back and slammed the door closed again. You didn’t want to turn around, to see Kun's face and hear your inevitable rejection come from his lips. Hear that there’s no way he could possibly like you. Maybe he'd even throw in a pity apology too.

“I asked you out like, four years ago, Y/N.” He finally spoke, nearly making you choke on your own spit. “I thought this was over and done with after that.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull as you whipped around to face him, “You what? When?”

Kun sighed before his lips formed a tight line, unwilling to explain it, but did nonetheless, “I sang you something, and all you did was say that my skills had improved so much.”

His voice gained force as he spoke, increasing the already palpable tension in the room.

“You were learning Korean and you sang me a song in Korean! I thought you were just showing me something new you had learned! How was I supposed to know that was a confession?” You spat back out, in disbelief that he was actually trying to blame this on you. You were practically foaming at the mouth with anger, and neither of you said anything for a moment as you glared at each other with only centimeters between your faces.

“Oh please—”

“Do you try to make me mad? Are you in constant pursuit of pissing me off or something?”

“Yes.”

Well that wasn’t the answer you were expecting. You were caught off-guard for a moment before regaining enough of your wits to say, “Excuse me?”

“It’s the only time you’ll actually look me in the eye or say more than a word to me. The only way I can get any sort of real interaction with you.” Kun's tone became soft and bitter.

“You…” you trailed off with a sigh, still pissed off but not as enraged as before.

“I really want to kiss you but I’m pretty sure they’re taking turns watching us through the peephole.” He admitted, referencing the boys occupying the room behind you.

His words excited goosebumps along your arms, he really did feel the same as you. An idea formed in your mind, and you raised your voice again, “You’re such a fucking jerk!”

He seemed confused for a moment before catching on, “Stop screaming in the hallway, you’re going to wake everyone up!”

“You’re yelling too!”

Scoffing, he opened his door wider for you, mockingly gesturing you in. With a roll of your eyes and a huff, you walked in. “Nice eye roll,” Kun whispered as he shut the door behind you.

“Thanks.”

And then his hands were gripping the sides of your face, pulling you further into the room as his lips molded onto yours. Your surprised hands gripped onto his arms as he continued kissing you until you were dizzy. And even past that. The logical part of you was screaming for air while the other half never wanted this to end, intoxicated by the feeling. Eventually it seemed that his logical side won over, as he pulled back from you.

Kun's cheeks were pink, his pupils blown wide, and his breathing matched your own ragged pace. And for some reason you started laughing.

It was just a giggle, then it turned into laughing, then full-blown cackling as tears came to your eyes. He looked at you with a confused but fond smile until your crying-laughing became actual crying, hiccupping sobs coming from your mouth. The smile immediately fell from his face as he became concerned, pulling you into his chest and holding you closely, one hand going to stroke your hair.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He whispered softly as you let yourself bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m so… tired.” Was all you could get out to describe how you were feeling. Both physically and emotionally. The past five years had been so emotionally taxing on you, and today furthered that pain as well as taxing your body. And finally, that great weight had been taken off of you. You could breathe again, you could relax again.

“Me too,” Kun chuckled, lifting his head a little to peck your temple.

All the heat from before had fizzled out, leaving you with a warm embarrassment flooding through your body. Apparently Kun could sense your change in mood as you squirmed in his arms a little, “Don’t go getting shy around me again, Y/N. I think I might die.”

“Me too,” you mumbled, forcing yourself to look at him.

He had nothing but kindness and adoration in his features as he brought his face near yours again. The kiss was soft, and you could finally react to it, gently kissing him back. Though you wanted to stay like this forever, there were still four boys waiting to see the outcome through their peephole, not to mention to whole world waiting to see the next bit of your fake relationship.

“What are we going to do?” The depressing question tumbled from your lips before you could stop it, well aware that you were completely ruining the moment.

“Figure it out, somehow. I promise.”

“I should get going, the boys are going to be suspicious by the lack of shouting.” Despite your words, you still made no move to disentangle yourself from Kun’s arms, instead just kissing him again.

“You’re right.” He kissed you one more time.

“What’s our story for what happened in here?”

“We still hate each other’s guts? And then we can come up with a better one when we get back home?”

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

Kun kissed you again, and you begrudgingly pulled yourself back from him, heading towards the door.

“Guess I should look pissed coming out of here, right?” You said, with your hand on the door handle.

“One more thing,” he swooped in for one more long, sweet kiss. “Okay, bye.”

“Bye,” you croaked out before clearing your throat and raising your voice, “I can’t believe I ever tried to be nice to you! You’re the most insufferable jerk I’ve ever met!”

Throwing the door open, you slammed it behind you as hard as you could before storming off down the hall to the elevator.

In your room, Taeyeon was asleep, and you crept quietly into your own bed. Your phone buzzed, an you opened it under your covers, not wanting to disturb your sleeping roommate with the light.

[qian kun: can i make you dinner when we get back tomorrow?]

[you: how about a nice long nap instead? my place]

[qian kun: that sounds fantastic]

And as you drifted off to sleep, a single thought broke through your giddiness at your blossoming relationship with Kun. You were already lying about one relationship, you didn’t know how well you could lie about two.

⤷ masterlist

#i: kun #kun #qian kun #nct #nct u #nct 2018 #nct imagine #kun imagine #qian kun imagine #nct u imagine #nct 2018 imagine #kunkun #text #mine #writing #f: not you just me #g: angst #g: fluff #*100 #*200 #*300 #*400 #*500

[cherryeoo]

Ateez Reacts

Ateez reacting to the s/o blushing extremely easily for @kpop-4-ever

This is very first time doing one of these so yes I knownits gonna suck! But I tried!

Hongjoong:

I think Hongjoong would find it super adorable and would go out of his way a lot to make you blush but it would also give him an excuse to do sweet things for you. Since he loves to take pictures I could see him constantly trying to take pictures of you blushing and/or trying to hide it from him so he could capture the moment.

Seonghwa:

Like Hongjoong Seonghwa would also find it super adorable. He would smile at you and admire the way your cheeks would turn a soft red and how you’d cup your face with your hands so you could hide your blushing as you looked away from him or whatever it was that caused you to blush. But it would be his favorite sight.

Yunho:

Gosh this boy would be so weak for you when you’d blush. Regardless of what caused it he’d want to see it and would pout if you tried to hide it from him. He would do anything in his power to make you blush whether it was by the things you loved or by him being cheesy by saying things that would make you roll your eyes and shake your head at him but you couldn’t help but to blush and truly adore what he said.

Yeosang:

Yeosang would admire your rosy red cheeks and how you’d hide your face from him. But you knew he was also shy like you and he was easy to make blush so as payback you’d occasionally do or say something to make him blush. But the both of you ate it up and loved that about one another.

San:

Gosh this boy is a walking greaseball. He would be SO cheesy and as much as you hated the amount of power he held over you you couldn’t stop yourself from turning bright red as he whispered cute but cringe worthy pick up lines in your ear even though he technically already had you. He would constantly laugh at you and tease you but you didn’t mind because you knew he loved you with all his heart.

Mingi:

Oh the big softy, teddy bear and baby himself. He’s one that wouldn’t do too much to make you intentionally blush but when you did he would definitely want to see it and would purposefully stop you from hiding your face from him. He wouldn’t really know how to go about making you blush because he’s not good at expressing his feelings but he would definitely try only to end up stumbling over his words and making incoherent sentences which would make you laugh because they’re adorable but you understood what he was trying to convey so you’d sweetly smile at him and would slightly blush because you were touched.

Wooyoung:

Another greaseball! But Wooyoung would take it a step further. I’d know what made you scared and he’d know that you blush just as much when you’re scared or embarrassed so he would purposefully go out of his way to pull scare pranks on you and do things to draw attention to you both causing you to blush in embarrassment but he knew his limits so he never overdid it or did it often. You’d scold him and pretend to be mad but he would do or say something to make you smile and it was usually something cheesy yet super cute which would cause you to blush even more, but that’s what he loved the most. You’d try to hide your face in your arms but he’d stop you which caused you to lower your gaze and try to hide your face with your hair but to no avail.

Jongho:

Jongho probably wouldn’t know how to act initially. At first, he’d be taken aback a bit by how easily you blush, but after a moment, he’d start grinning before joking with you in an attempt to make you blush more. He’d poke your cheeks and, probably, talk in a baby voice to which you’d then get annoyed and push him away, but that only fuels him. He’d pull you into an embrace and rock you back and forth, talking about how pretty you are and how he likes seeing you blush. At this point, your face would be beet red which would make him exclaim in excitement over how adorable you are; repetitively kissing your forehead with his hands caressing both sides of your face.  

Ahhhh I am so bad at these! But I hope you like it! I had to consult with @unnie-uwu just so I could do Jongho’s cause I was at such a loss for him! >.<

#ateez #ateez reactions #atinynet #atiny #Ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez mingi #ateez jongho

[elektrolokomotive]

For StEx: B, C, D (bc I love shopping drama), K, N.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Electra/CB.  i wouldn’t say someone in particular changed my mind, i just watched a particular version of Wide Smile, High Style wherein they did a fancy little handshake and it made me go 👀👀👀 bc that’s the cute shit i do like

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Pearl/Rusty.  Pearl gets away with being so mean to Rusty and honestly I know that it’s only the main pairing of the play bc Heteronormativity alskdjfaldg I’m Rusty/Dustin til i die

D -  A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Greaseball/Dinah.  I know they make up at the end of the play but I just feel like Dinah deserves better, she’s so sweet and lovable lasdjf.  Plus i’m a slut for Greaseball/Electra and that’s just how it is

K -  What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Honestly i love CB’s whole deal like asdkf i’m a sucker for a character who seems kind and helpful and all that at first then suddenly reveals themselves to be a nasty little ball of murder like.  i love him

N -  Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

1) Art! all the characters are so pretty asdlkfjasdf i wanna see art.  this is 100% @ me bc i have 600 StEx drawings that i need to fucking upload lmao

2) More exploration of Electra’s relationships with his components, both for selfish reasons and wanting to compare my hcs bc i know i’m probably in the minority with mine

3) more love for dustin/flat-top/the rockies, those are my BOYS

thanks for the questions ily

#asks #hadhafanged

[mustangtaisa]

Recklessness

Pairing: RoyxRiza with a side of JeanxRebecca Genre: Drama, Humor, a bit of Angst Word Count: 1741 Summary: Riza and Roy get into an argument and Riza decides to infiltrate an underground gambling ring without him.

This is also posted on FFNet and AO3!

This is a gift fic for @mylieutenant who won my 666 follower giveaway! Sorry this took so long to write. I got sick last week and didn’t have the focus or energy to write much at all. D=

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“Your recklessness is going to get you killed! You should have just left me and gone after Grisham before he escaped!”

General Mustang frowned at his captain.

“You and the rest of my team are in no way expendable,” he replied with an indignant growl. “If I have the opportunity to protect you, then that’s what I’m going to do!“

“We’ve been over this before, sir. I’m the one that’s supposed to protect you! What would you have done if he hadn’t tripped? Nothing, because you’d be dead and everything we’ve done up to now would have been for nothing!”

Riza was seething. It had been some time since Roy had seen her so upset.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the office.

Just half an hour earlier they had been in the field attempting to disband an underground gambling ring. It wasn’t exactly the most dangerous of illegal happenings in Amestris, but if left alone, the gangsters might decide to branch out into something that could potentially be much worse, so it was best to nip it in the bud early on. Unfortunately, the crime boss escaped while Roy was distracted with protecting Riza from a gunman that had snuck up behind her. Roy was almost shot because of it. Had it not been for the gunman tripping, sending the gun flying from his grip, Roy would have been seriously wounded or worse.

Roy sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He’d really pissed her off this time, but he wasn’t about to apologize for protecting her. If presented with the same situation, he’d do the same thing over and over again no matter how angry it made her. Her life was more important than arresting a mob boss they could catch some other time when things were less dangerous.

He pushed back away from his desk and stood, grabbing his coat as he exited the office for the night.

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Riza stepped into the room and glanced around, a false air of haughtiness surrounding her. If Roy was going to be a fool about things, she’d take matters into her own hands and deal with the gangsters herself, keeping him out of harm’s way in the process. Going over his head to Grumman about the whole thing made her feel a little guilty, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from going through with her plan.

She wasn’t foolish enough to go in alone. Rebecca was at her side donning a short red dress and a ridiculous feather boa around her shoulders. Riza had told her to leave the thing at home, but of course Rebecca wouldn’t listen. She thought it would fit right in where they were going and she now wore it proudly as she strut about next to Riza.

Infiltrating the gambling ring wasn’t hard. The gun strapped to her thigh and her friend at her side were reassurances for Riza. Her black dress hugged her curves and glittered in the dim lighting of the nightclub basement. Her dress and the way she held herself earned her appreciative glances from all the slimy crooks at the various tables strewn about.

The air was filled with smoke and the scent of alcohol. It was disgusting, but she pushed through and sauntered further into the room.

“Why hello there, ladies,” said a greaseball man in a white suit, sliding up to them with a grin on his face. It was Dirk Grisham, the boss of the underground gambling ring they’d infiltrated. “Glad to see some new, pretty faces around here. Care for a game or two?”

Riza and Rebecca smiled through clenched teeth.

“Oh, why yes,” Riza said with a giggle.

“We would love to,” Rebecca added with her own sickeningly sweet laugh.

Grisham gestured for them to have a seat at his table where a few other shady looking men in suits sat. Riza wasn’t worried about losing to these chumps. Playing a wicked game of poker or blackjack came naturally to her. It was an odd gift to have considering she rarely played or had much use for such skills.

The game got underway. Rebecca was being a bit loud for Riza’s taste, drawing unwanted attention to themselves, but the men at the table seemed to like it so she laughed and played along. It couldn’t hurt to put them in a good mood, distracting them before they arrested them.

Things were going well. Riza won the first round and the dealer threw out another hand of cards to the players.

“You know,” Grisham spoke in a casual manner, looking over his cards at Riza. “You’re awfully good at this, Captain.”

Riza and Rebecca’s heads shot up.

“Oh yes, we knew who you were the minute you walked in.”

So maybe their undercover mission wasn’t going as well as they thought.

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Roy sat at the bar at his aunt’s place, nursing a glass of whisky. He stared into the amber liquid, thoughts drifting back to Riza’s angry expression from the previous day. His day off had been spent wallowing at the Madame’s bar and his aunt was becoming agitated with his mood and increasingly disheveled appearance.

“I’m cutting you off, boy,” she finally said, reaching to take the glass from him.

“No you’re not, I’m fine,” he grumbled and snatched the glass from her reach.

“Just go talk to Elizabeth and apologize for whatever you did to upset her!”

“I’m not apologizing for saving her life!”

Roy slammed his glass down a little harder than he meant to and his whisky splashed onto the counter and his shirt. The Madame sighed and grabbed a rag to wipe up the mess, tossing another to Roy to wipe off his dress shirt.

“You stubborn idiot,” she admonished as she took his glass away from him and cleaned up her bar.

The door to the bar swung open and Havoc marched in, head whipping around in search of Roy. When his eyes fell on him at the bar, he hurried over and, after taking in Roy’s appalling condition with a start, wildly began flailing his arms and explaining the situation like a madman.

“Slow down, Havoc! What’s going on?”

Havoc groaned.

“Sir, Hawkeye went to infiltrate the gambling ring with Rebecca by themselves!”

“What!? Why didn’t you go with them!?”

“Because they didn’t tell us about it! The Fuhrer came to us at the office and let us know, but it was already too late. They’re in there right now! You have to come help before they get into trouble!”

Roy stood too quickly from his stool and stumbled into Havoc.

“Or maybe you’re in no condition to be helping me…”

“Shut up, Havoc. Let’s go.”

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Riza and Rebecca sat motionless in their seats. Thugs surrounded them pressing guns to their heads.

“It’s a shame Mustang won’t be here to see you die...”

Just as he finished speaking, Roy and Havoc charged down the stairs and burst into the room.

“Let them go, right now!” Roy shouted, voice slurred and stance off kilter. He tried to look menacing, but failed in his partially drunken state.

Grisham laughed.

“Ah, you’re just in time, Mustang! I was just lamenting about not getting to see the look on your face as I take everything from you. Failing once again to take down my gambling institution, getting your subordinates murdered… I feel like it would all warrant a demotion, don’t you think? Once they realize what a failure of a general you are…”

“That’s enough out of you,” Roy growled.

He dove at Grisham, diverting his lackey’s attention long enough for Riza and Rebecca to stand and get away from the guns at their heads. A room wide fist fight ensued. Roy looked like he had the upper hand, until he stumbled and Grisham clocked him in the face. Roy fell back into a table, splintering it and sending him sprawling on the floor just as the backup he’d called for arrived to finish the job.

Riza grabbed Gisham and held his hands behind his back as another officer handcuffed him. Grisham was dragged away, yelling and cursing all the while.

Sighing, Riza walked over to Roy who stood and brushed off his pants.

“Sir, are you an idiot!? Why did you come here!? You do things like this too often! You think you’d learn by now to stay away and let your subordinates take care of things for you! How did you even find out about this?”

“Havoc came to get me,” he replied immediately, all too eager to rat out his second lieutenant.

Riza’s glance shot over to Havoc who was hugging Rebecca so tightly it looked like he was crushing her. She looked back to Roy and noticed blood dripping down his chin from a busted lip. She sighed again and stepped over to him, walking past as she made a gesture for him to follow her.

“Let’s get that cut cleaned up, sir.”

Roy obeyed her request and followed her into the bathroom. Riza grabbed a paper towel, rolled it up, wet it with a bit of water, and reached up to dab at the cut on Roy’s lip. There was a lot of blood, but it looked worse than it was.

“Is that a new dress?” Roy murmured. “You let all those criminals see you in it, but weren’t planning to let me?”

“You’re a mess,” Riza muttered, ignoring his comment. “Why do always manage to do such reckless things?”

Roy’s eyes were soft as he gazed down at her.

“What can I say? You make me reckless.”

Riza stopped cleaning his wound, her eyes flitting up to his. He reached to brush his knuckles along her cheek, but Riza turned her head just before he could touch her, a sadness creeping into her expression. She clenched the bloodied paper towel in her hand and took a deep breath, keeping her eyes averted from him.

“You can’t,” she whispered. “We can’t… Stop putting yourself in danger for my sake.”

She turned away from him and dropped the paper towel into the trash bin as she left. Roy stared after her. She was right. They made a promise long ago that they could wait until their goals were met. But understanding didn’t make it hurt any less. Sighing, he followed after her, wondering if there ever would be a time when they could.

#royai #fma #fmab #fanfiction #royai fanfiction

[whattoputonyourface]

Contouring and Highlighting vs Kontouring and Kylighting

In talking to my makeup-wearing friends, it's come to my attention that a lot of them, even the ones who never leave the house without a full face, the ones are known on a first name basis at their local sephoras, are still wary of contouring.

Contouring is the technique of emphasizing the shadows created by your natural bone structure with makeup. It's most associated with the heavily-done rainbow of flesh tones that comprise the signature Kardashian Family Look, and with stage makeup, so I understand why it scares people. It can be pretty intense, and if you get some of the details wrong, it can age your face, make your skin look ashy, or just look plain bizarre. Another main objection I hear from people is that it takes too much time or makes your makeup look too heavy.

But personally, I'm a contouring evangelist. It needn't add more than a minute or two to your makeup routine, and if you have the right products, it can really help shape your face if that's something you want. You don't need to be wearing a full Kardashian face in order to benefit from a little bit of shading.

I'm also a big fan of some strategic, though sparing, use of highlighter on the high points of the face. Highlighter is very "on trend" right now and I feel a lot of self made social media makeup gurus tend to overuse it - unless you have perfect skin, highlighter can draw attention to texture on the face, or make you look like a greaseball instead of youthful and dewy.

If I have foundation on, I always do some contouring and highlighting as well. Foundation makes your skin color completely uniform and can change the way light hits your face. Adding some shading and lighting back to the low and high points of your face, respectively, can help make your makeup look more natural, your face look slimmer and younger, your skin more radiant, and your bone structure stronger. I'm going to go through how I contour and highlight in pictures to give you an idea of a light, natural contour that's barely noticeable but makes a big difference in how your overall makeup look is received. These extra steps take no more than 2 or 3 minutes - I do my entire face of makeup in about 15 minutes tops.

First, here's my face with just primer and foundation on it.

Pretty much just a structureless blob, right? Let's fix that.

Here's a picture of the contour powder I use, which is NYX blush in taupe. You can contour with cream products as well (a lot of times super glam drag or Kardashian makeup look will include both a cream contour product and a powder contour product to set the cream, but that's pretty intense), but I find for a subtle look, just using a powder is fine.

To pick a contour powder, keep in mind what you're doing here: you're basically drawing shadows onto your face. Therefore, you're going to want something darker than your skin tone (should be self explanatory), matte (it's a shadow: don't put glitter or sparkle on there. Those things are meant to catch light), more cool toned than warm toned (shadows don't have warmth to them. Something darker than your skintone with a warm undertone would look more like a bronzer than a contour - you don't want those weird orangey streaks on your cheekbones, those don't look like shadows. Although, if you have darker skin or very warm toned skin, you might want to err more on the side of neutral than cool, because cool tonescan make your skin look ashy).

Since I have a pretty serious double chin, that's an area where I contour most heavily. I also add a touch of color under my cheekbones, making sure to stay in the outer part of my face - don't bring your contour too far into the center of your face under your cheekbones, as it can look unnatural and make you look older than you are. Some people go wild and contour their forehead and the sides of their nose to make their face appear smaller and their nose thinner. I don't think my face really needs that and it can add to the Made Up Glamazon type of look, so I usually skip it, but you can give it a shot if that's what makes your face look best. You want to make sure you're blending well but only in the location you want the pigment - don't go nuts and buff it out too much or you'll end up with dark pigment in a place that wouldn't naturally have a shadow, and that looks weird. For my face, I blend my chin contour down into my neck, and my cheek contour up and out toward my ears.

People often say that to find your cheekbones, you should suck in your cheeks and make a fish face, and then contour in the hollow that your mouth make. However, I find that this makes your contour too low (which again can make you look old), and encourages you to bring it in too close to your mouth, since that's where the hollows are most pronounced. Honestly, the easiest way to find where your cheekbones are is to just press your thumb into the side of your face, about perpendicular to the middle of your ear. Feel that hard part? Feel where that hard part stops? That's where your contour should go, right under the hard part.

Here's what those funny lines look like blended in, along with a little bit of blush.

See how much more dimension my face has than it did in the first picture? And it's not intense or noticeable at all, I just look a little bit... better.

So that's the hard part. Highlighting is comparatively easy. I wait until I have all of my makeup finished to highlight, and then I just put three little dots of my liquid highlighter onto the tops of my cheekbones and the bridge of my nose and blend them in with a beauty blender. If you're using a powder product, the placement is the same. Either way, just be sure you blend really well. Personally, I like more of a "sheen" than a chunky glitter highlight, as I feel glitter can accentuate texture. The one I'm using is benefit high beam.

And that's it! Once everything is blended together, It looks pretty natural. Here's the finished product after a 20 minute walk to the subway.

[shimmerjjang]

Korean Dewy Skin Makeup Look for Oily Skin (Video) + Esfolio PH Skincare Haul!

Hey shimmer sweetie! Welcome back to ze blog~! I’m feeling pretty giddy sharing you another Korean skincare haul. I know, i know - I only have ONE face and if you’re probably confused about how am I supposed to use all these, well.. neither do I! 

Although I must say that getting a lot of skincare products in the mail lately is quite timely. The weather has been extremely bipolar as one day it’ll be extremely hot and be super rainy on the next. My skin is having a hard time coping up so I have been trying different skincare combinations that will perfectly condition my skin.

I got a ton of new products from a Korean brand called Esfolio. Esfolio is now available in the Philippines and can also be purchased on BeautyMNL. The brand specializes on skincare and all of their products feature premium natural ingredients. It’s actually not my first time to hear about Esfolio since I was once assigned to research and write about them for my job at Memebox. Being able to finally try them out made me very thrilled! I learned so much about the brand while doing my research and they do take pride on their line of natural skincare products!

I like my skin looking dewy and “glossy” just like most Korean celebrities I love. The problem is I have very oily skin which usually does not work very well with the Korean Dewy skin makeup look. On top of my oily skin type, the weather in the Philippines tends to be very hot and frustratingly humid like EWW!! 

But despite that, I can proudly say that I have mastered the art of working with it! haha! I know it makes me sound so cocky but seriously, ever since I got into this whole KPOP, K-Beauty whatevers, I have constantly practiced perfecting the Korean dewy look to match my skin type. I tried different products and methods to keep the makeup intact despite all the oil and humidity. I never went back to matte makeup ever again after that. You see, the photo above isn’t edited (except for the stickers and all) - so you can definitely see that a huge part of my cheeks suffer from acne scars. I used to have so much acne from my teenage years and being the most impatient person on the planet, I brutally picked on them. That led to this!

Matte makeup makes my acne scars a lot more visible so I stay away from it as much as possible. On the other hand, the “shine/gloss” that the Korean dewy makeup look gives make them less noticeable. I believe the light reflects more on the highlighted parts of my face which helps draw attention away from my fugly scars.

So finally, I would like to share you my K-Style Dewy Skin Face Makeup routine using few products. Check out the YouTube video below! 

That’s it! And please, while you’re at it, SUBSCRIBE! (Gumaganernnnn) Haha!!

Skincare prior to applying makeup is very important in my face makeup routine. In addition, Etude House’s Zero Sebum cream is HIGHLY recommended for it prevents making you look like a nasty greaseball at the end of the day! Quite a miracle product if you have oily skin like me.

I also skip concealer and just apply one layer of foundation since I would like to make things very minimal for this everyday face makeup. Piling up too much makes my face cake like crazy especially when my face starts to oil up horribly due to the humid weather. 

Esfolio’s Aloe Vera face mist is definitely a must have! Do you guys still remember the blog post I published in 2015 about my BEST Korean Face Mists? That will explain how much I love Aloe Vera! What’s great about this Aloe Vera mist I got from Esfolio is that it helps reset my face makeup. When my foundation starts to crack or melt, this mist helps bind them again together to create a smoother surface. My IOPE CC cream oils up like crazy just after 1~2 hours which is why I rarely use it. When I wore it a few weeks back, I took my mist with me and voila - the combo actually worked. haha!

Here are my top skincare picks from Esfolio! 

Soy Milk Daily Essence

Aloe Vera Face Mist

Soy Milk Daily Toner

Pure Skin Pearl Essence Mask Sheet

I used the first three on my Korean Dewy skin face makeup video because they work so well on oily skin. They control oil pretty well but they do not leave my skin completely matte and dry. I love the subtle gloss the Soy Milk Essence gives my skin which visibly makes my skin looks healthy and plump. 

Have you tried any skincare products from Esfolio Philippines? How do you manage to make your face makeup last the entire day despite this hot and humid Manila weather?

#esfolio #makeup #korean makeup #korean cosmetics #skincare #skin care #dewy skin #natural makeup look #haul #kbeauty #k-beauty #review #korea cosmetics #face makeup #korean makeup style #aloe vera #mist #face mist #cushion #cosrx cushion #oily skin #acne prone skin #acne scars #acne scar makeup #acne #cosrx