#=be still my beating heart. holy shit. gorgeous gorgeous I love you huge cities I love you train stations

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[Lio] Ohhh my god..... I’m looking at Osaka-Umeda station on google maps....... I have to lie down I’m having a spiritual experience

[samwilsonsbabymama]

A Change of Scenery

Pairing: Single Dad!Angel Reyes x Single Mom Black!Reader (but anyone can read)

Summary: Reader moves to Santo Padre and meets the father of her daughters best friend.

Warning: hella fluff like it’s all fluff lol

Word Count: < 2,900

A/N: This is based off of this post that I made a few days ago. Huge thanks to @my-rosegold-soul​ for being such a big help with this and for being an all around amazing person 💖I hope yall like it!

✨I don’t give anyone permission to copy/translate/repost/rewrite my work. Minors, DNI at all. ✨

"And AJ said that I could come to his house whenever I wanted, mommy," your daughter, Imani, said, causing you to smile. This wasn’t the first time that Imani had brought up going to Aj’s house, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. You continued listening as she told you about how excited she was to see AJ at daycare as you drove.

You had moved to Santo Padre on a whim a few months ago after spending your entire life in the big city. You were tired of the fast paced life and you needed a change of scenery, so, with very little planning, you'd packed up all of your stuff, and you and Imani moved. 

At first, you had been worried that Imani wouldn’t adjust well to being in a new environment, but after a few days in her new daycare, Imani had made a few friends. One friend, in particular, was the constant topic of conversation. 

AJ and Imani were in the same class and came to be fast friends. From the first day you picked her up, all Imani could talk about was AJ this and AJ that. You loved hearing about the ‘adventures’ that the two 5 year-olds got up to at daycare. 

After you had pulled into the daycare parking lot, you began to walk Imani to the door. 

"Mani!" a small voice called out to your daughter causing you both to turn.

"AJ!" Imani responded and pulled the little boy into a hug.

You chuckled as you watched the two embrace.

"So this is Imani?" a voice rumbled next to you causing you to turn. 

As your eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight shining in your face, you were taken aback by the man in front of you. He had dark hair just long enough for a few strands to fall into his eyes. His plump lips held a hint of mischief behind his smirk. His brown eyes were dark and you felt yourself wanting to get lost in them for hours. Your eyes traveled down his body catching the name “Romero Brothers” on his work shirt.

Your eyes trailed along the tattoos on his arms down to the many rings that adorned his fingers. You imagined what they would feel like against your skin. As you continued sizing the man up, you bit your lip almost forgetting where you were. 

When he cleared his throat, you snapped your eyes back up to his only to be met with a breathtaking smile. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and you stuck your hand out towards him.

“I’m Imani’s mom, Y/n,” you said and your voice trembled when he reached out and took it. You’d half expected for his hands to be rough and dry, but you were pleasantly surprised to find they weren’t.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Angel, AJ’s dad,” he said as he shook your hand.

“It seems as though our kids are best friends; Imani talks about AJ all the time,” you smiled.

“Yeah, Imani is famous in our house.” If it were possible, Angel’s smile got bigger as he spoke.

“Mommy, it’s hot,” Imani interjected before you could respond to Angel. You looked down at your daughter and smiled as she impatiently stood in front of you.

“I guess we should get these two inside,” you said to Angel as you reached for the door.

“Here, let me get that for you,” he said as he moved to open the door for you and the kids. You smiled and whispered “Thank you” as you walked into the building to sign Imani in.

When you were done signing her in, you turned to look back at Angel. When you noticed that he was talking to one of the teachers, you waved Imani ‘Goodbye’ and headed out the door.

A few days passed since you met Angel, and you were still buzzing. Never in your life had you felt this way, not even when you were with Imani’s father. You didn’t want to read too much into this, especially since you had only met this man once, but you were dying to see him again.

As if the Universe had decided to grant your wishes, two weeks after meeting Angel, you ran into him again. Only this time, it wasn’t at the daycare. You’d taken a day off work to get some errands done while Imani was at daycare. You’d been out all day, and your last stop before going to pick your daughter up was the carnicera. 

The sight that greeted you when you walked into the only butcher shop in town made your heart skip a beat.

“I’ll be right with you,” Angel said. His back was still to the door as you made your way to the counter.

“Take your time,” you responded with a smile.

At the sound of your voice, Angel stopped doing whatever he was doing and slowly turned to face you. His face lit up when he saw you and his smile caused you to smile.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/n,” Angel said as you got closer.

“You too. I thought you worked at Romero’s?” You questioned.

“Been thinking about me, hmm?” Angel smirked and you rolled your eyes. “I do, but this is my pops shop, I’m helping him out for a bit.”

“Felipe is your dad?” Angel nodded. “Yeah, I can see it now.” You laughed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Angel chuckled. “Now what can I get for you?”

You rattled off the different cuts of meat that you needed, and Angel quickly got to work. When he rang up your total, it was considerably less than usual.

“Umm, Angel,” you said with a bit of hesitation. “You didn’t ring me up for the correct amount.”

“Sure I did,” he said with an easy smile.

“Usually it’s twice this price,” you replied.

“Oh, we’re running a special today,” Angel replied and you quirked your eyebrow. “Pretty girls get half off.” He winked at you.

“Angel, I can’t let you do that, what would your father say?” You replied with a slight chuckle.

He shrugged, “Why don’t we do this instead. Why don’t you and Imani meet me and AJ at the park this Saturday for a play date in exchange?”

“Angel, I can’t do that. I’ll pay full price, and we’ll meet you at the park,” you countered.

“Too late. I’ve already put it in the register, can’t change the price,” he said as he took the money from your hand and quickly counted your change.

You stood there dumbfounded as he moved quickly handing you your change and meat.

“Great, so AJ and I will see you and Imani on Saturday at the park at noon,” he stated as you took hold of your purchase.

You snapped out of your stupor. “We’ll be there,” you said with a smile before you turned and walked out of the door.

Holy shit.

Saturday didn’t come fast enough. You hadn’t told Imani about meeting up with Angel and AJ at the park, opting for it to be a surprise.

When Saturday finally came, you readied Imani for her playdate and grabbed your purse before the two of you headed out. Normally when you took her to the park, you didn’t really put much thought into what you wore, but this time, you did. You still wore comfortable clothes expecting  Imani would want you to play with her, but they were nicer than usual. You actually wanted to impress Angel.

The drive to the park was short and as soon as you parked, you spotted Angel and AJ near the slide. When you helped Imani out of her car seat, you pointed towards the slide.

“Imani, is that AJ?” You asked with fake shock.

Imani’s head snapped towards where you were pointing and she took off running towards her best friend. You laughed and followed behind her and watched as AJ ran up to her. The two grasped hands and took off running towards the slide.

As you walked behind Imani, you took in Angel’s appearance as he moved towards you. His hair no longer fell into his eyes and his beard was freshly lined up. He wore a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, putting all of his tattoos on display.

“Hi, Y/n,” he said, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hi, Angel,” you smiled back.

The two of you walked towards the park bench where you could see the two kids playing together on the equipment. As you sat in silence while watching the kids play, your mind drifted back to the man sitting next to you. Why was such a gorgeous man single? Obviously someone had snatched him up at one point in time, but why would they let him go?

“So, Y/n, what brings you to Santo Padre?” He asked as he turned slightly to face you.

You’d shrugged. “Just needed a change, I guess,” you responded. “I’d done the high city thing my whole life, and I didn’t like it much. It was too busy, too fast-paced, ya know?”

Angel nodded, “Makes sense. But why Santo Padre?”

“Because it’s close enough to my family but far enough where I won’t have any unexpected visitors.” You laughed and Angel laughed along with you.

The two of you continued talking about life and parenthood as the children played. Before long, you noticed a food truck parked down the street and the four of you walked to it and grabbed something to eat. When you reached for your wallet to pay for Imani’s and your food, Angel quickly slid his card through the machine stating that since he invited you out, he was going to pay for your food. When you attempted to argue, he shot you a look that quickly ended the discussion. 

As the four of you ate, you listened to Imani and AJ talk about all the games they played at the park. When the four of you were done, you noticed how tired Imani and AJ were, and as much as you didn’t want the day to end, you had to.

“I think it may be time to head back home, Mani,” you said as you lifted the sleepy child into your arms.

She and AJ let out quiet protests at the same time.

Angel nodded his head as he also lifted AJ into his arms. You laughed as the little boy could barely keep his eyes open and you imagined that Imani was doing the same. You and Angel walked side by side back to your cars and you noticed that you had parked near him. When the two of you had both kids buckled safely in their car seats, met each other behind your car. 

“I had a great time with you, Y/n,” Angel said.

“Me too,” you responded as you looked into his eyes.

“Look, y/n, I hope this isn’t too forward, but I would really like to see you again,” Angel said after a few moments of silence.

“That would be nice,” you agreed. “These two had a blast.”

“No, I mean, just you and me. I mean I would love to do this again and have a playdate for these two, but I want to take you out on a date. If that’s what you want.” Angel ran his hand through his hair as if it were a nervous habit.

“Really?” You were shocked. “I mean, yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Great,” he smiled. “Here, put your number in my phone, and I’ll call you later.”

You reached out and took his phone and put your number in before handing it back. “I’m looking forward to hearing from you, Angel.” You smiled and turned to get into your car and waited for him to get into his before you turned it on. You were about to start playing some music when your phone rang. It wasn’t a number that you recognized, but you answered it anyway.

“Hello?” You answered.

“It’s later.” Angel’s voice came through the receiver.

You chuckled and looked to your right to see him sitting in his car smiling at you. 

“I was thinking,” Angel began, “that we could go out tomorrow night around 8 pm. I could come to pick you up, or we could meet somewhere, whichever you’re comfortable with.”

You chewed your bottom lip. “I don’t know if I can find a babysitter with such short notice.” You really wanted to go out with him, but you needed more time to get a babysitter.

“No worries,” Angel replied. “You can use AJ’s sitter and I’ll leave AJ with my dad.”

You laughed. “Are you sure?”

You watched Angel as he nodded ‘yes’. “Look, I’ll give her a call when I get home and I’ll have her call you. Her name’s Leticia, but we call her Letty, and she’s great with AJ. I’m sure Imani will love her.”

You looked back at your still sleeping daughter and smiled. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

“Great!” Angel exclaimed. “Alright, I’ll give Letty a call right now and I’ll have her call you tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled. “I’ll talk to you later, Angel.”

“Y/n?” Angel said before you could hang up. “Could you let me know when you get home? I want to make sure that you two get there safely.”

Your heart stuttered. “Of course. Will you let me know when you get home as well?”

Angel responded with a ‘yes’ before you two finally hung up promising to talk later. On your drive home, you thought about your life choices and how they brought you to Santo Padre. You were excited to start this new chapter of your life, and you couldn’t wait to see what new experiences were in store for you.

Your first date with Angel was nothing short of perfect. You found that the two of you had so much in common, and soon, you found yourself on dates two, three, and four. 

Months later, your relationship with Angel was still going strong. The two of you constantly talked on the phone and texted each other, and you often spent your nights and weekends cooking for four instead of two. You were taking things slow, always choosing to go home rather than spending the night. Each time you stayed late, leaving got harder, and Angel always respected your decision.

And this is where you found yourself, currently stretched out on Angel’s couch with his arm wrapped around you. Imani and AJ were already asleep on the floor and the movie that you all were watching was long forgotten as you two talked. Somehow, the two of you made it to your ex’s and you weren’t sure how you’d made it this far into the relationship without talking about them, but here you were.

“I thought things were good,” you stated with a shrug. “But then he just up and left one day. Imani was 7 months old when he left, and it’s just been us ever since.”

“I completely understand,” Angel sympathized. “AJ’s mom had us all fooled but one day while I was at work, she dropped him off with my pops and we haven't seen her since. AJ was one. I don’t even know if he remembers her.”

After a few moments of silence, you glanced at your watch and shifted to sit up.

“I think we should head home now,” you said as you stood up.

Angel remained silent as you bent down to pick Imani up. You tried your best to not wake her because you knew she’d be grumpy if you did.

“You can always spend the night, Y/n,” there was a hint of hesitation in Angel’s voice as he spoke. “I mean, you don’t have to, but the offers there.”

You halted your movements and stood back up. “Angel, I-”

“I’ll sleep on the couch if that makes you more comfortable. I just,” he paused and ran his hand over his face. “You shouldn’t be driving this late at night. Please stay?”

You chewed your bottom lip. He was absolutely right, you were too tired to drive, so you nodded your head.

“Imani can sleep in AJ’s room, he has a second bed for when his cousins' sleepover,” Angel explained. The two of you carried the sleeping children to AJ’s room and tucked them in before leaving. 

You two stood in the hallway for a few seconds, smiling at each other before Angel leaned in for a kiss. Angel pulled back after a few minutes and placed his forehead on to yours as you both caught your breath.

“Good night, Y/n,” Angel whispered before he completely pulled away from you and walked back to the couch after taking you to his room. You changed into one of his shirts that you found and stood at the edge of his bed for a few seconds before you made your way back to the front of the house. 

The room was dark, but you could see his face as he scrolled on his phone. You cleared your throat and Angel’s eyes snapped to yours. 

“Angel, you don’t have to sleep on the couch,” you said as you fiddled with the hem of the shirt you were wearing. 

“You sure?”

“I mean,” you shrugged.“We can’t have sex, but I’d like to still sleep with you and I'm sure your bed is more comfortable than the couch.”

Angel swung his legs over so that his feet were touching the floor and you averted your eyes when you noticed that he was only wearing his boxers. You kept your eyes on the floor as he walked up to you and tilted your chin so that you were looking at him. “Mi dulce, I’ll do whatever you want.”

You took Angel’s hand in yours and led him back to his room. He watched as you climbed into his bed and flipped the covers back for him. You waited for him to climb in before you cuddled up against him and he quickly wrapped you into his arms.

Part Two

A/N 2: If you ‘liked’ it, please reblog or leave a comment/reply even if it’s only an emoji.

[psycho-slytherin]

Better than Perfect

You meet a cute rapper at the BBMAs.

Request: I would like to request a Yoongi x Reader Oneshot in which the reader is a young Singer-Songwriter and they meet at the BBMAs (it’s the readers first time there) :)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: Flooooffy fluff

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“You’re kidding.”

Sana shakes her head, biting her lip to hold back a grin. “Cross my heart. You’re nominated for Top New Artist!”

“Oh my god!” you shriek, jumping up and down. “I didn’t think– I can’t believe–”

“Hey, you earned this.” Sana’s eyes go from gleeful to focused in a second. “Now, we need to take advantage of this while we can. You’re not performing, which is fine– it is only your first time there. As for your outfit … I can cash in a lot of favors to get you something from Gucci’s new line, and then we have to practice interview questions… I think we can find you a late night spot–“

“Sounds great,” you interrupt, clapping your hands. If you let Sana go into Full Agent Mode, she won’t come back for a while. “I’m gonna head to the studio, text me when I can, y’know, do anything.”

Sana nods, gripping your arm. “Alright. Y/n, I can’t tell you how happy I am for you.”

You blink hard to hold back tears. “Th-thanks.”

“Get going, superstar.”

Twenty minutes later finds you in the extra room that you converted into a music studio when you first moved to the city. Biting your lip, you scribble lyrics into your battered notebook. Sure, you can dance– sort of– and singing is a strength of yours, but for you it’s always been about the lyrics. Nothing matters more to you than the message you send, and finding the perfect rhythm and syllable count to convey that message is always your goal. You’re just working on a new song, tapping out a beat on your thigh, when your phone rings.

“Hello?”

“AAAAAAAH!”

You laugh. “Hi, Sunmi.”

“You got nominated oh my god I’m so proud I’m already crying why didn’t you tell me?!”

You lean back in your chair. “I found out less than an hour ago, girlfriend.”

“That’s literally too long,” Sunmi whines. “I need time to plan your BBMA-winning party.”

“You know for a fact that I won’t win– my first nomination? No way.”

“You’re winning or I’m fighting you,” Sunmi insists. “You’re good, y/n, really good. You just need to go to the BBMAs and be your beautiful badass talented self and they’ll be throwing trophies at you.”

“Sounds terrifying.”

Sunmi scoffs. “Not as terrifying as me if my best friend doesn’t win. Call me when you’re getting ready for the BBMAs so I can help out.”

“Will do,” you laugh.

“Oh, and do you know Korean?”

To anyone else, it’s a weird question, but you’ve always been a polyglot– you pick up languages with ease. You’re fluent in English, Japanese, Spanish, Italian, Mandarin, and Russian.

“Not too well, but I’ll practice. Why do you ask?”

You hear Sunmi giggle. “Definitely practice, and no reason.”

You sigh in bemusement before hanging up and going back to your lyrics. You’re working on a power ballad, and you’re struggling with the balance between empowerment and unkindness. As much as you’d like to be strong and opinionated in your songs, you can’t afford controversey right now. “Having something doesn’t mean anything… I’m mine alone, don’t need a ring.” You stare at the words before scrunching up your nose and crossing them out. The lyrics need to be perfect.

Time passes, and soon enough the awards show is in less than a week. You’ve spent the last month practicing everything– interview questions, polite clapping, walking in heels, and (just in case) an acceptance speech. You’ve also worked on memorizing the names and faces of all the other nominees. It’s a lot, but at least you can prepare.

“Who would you love to collaborate with?” Sunmi reads from an index card.

“Probably Ariana Grande,” you reply with a smile. “She seems amazing.” Breaking character, you shake your head. “Was that too vague?”

“I think you’re good,” Sunmi replies, tossing the index card aside and reaching for the next one. “Sana told you to be vague, after all.” She squints at the latest question. “How does it feel to be nominated for Top New Artist alongside blah, blah blah?”

You giggle at your friend’s impatience. “It’s a huge honor. It still doesn’t feel real…” you falter, reaching for the perfect words. “Uh, I can’t believe it–”

Sunmi shakes her head. “Nope. You can believe it, remember? You can’t act like you’re not good enough.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “But I’m not. I’m not perfect enough–”

Your friend rolls her eyes. “When are you gonna stop thinking that? You’ve worked ridiculously hard. You’re the most talented person I know. Get over yourself, because you deserve this.”

You inhale shakily at her words. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Good. Now I’ve got to get going, and don’t you have a meeting with Sana? Good luck,” Sunmi says, blowing you a kiss. “Dedicate your Grammy award to me in a few years.”

You smile at your friend. “Of course.”

As soon as she leaves, you get a text from Sana: My office. Now.

Faster than you think is humanly possible, you find yourself in Sana’s office.

“What’s… wrong…?” you pant, leaning on the wall. Sana looks up from her desk.

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” she says. “I just wanted you here quickly so I could show you these.”

With a flourish she holds up a set of clothes hangers.

“This is what you’re wearing to the airport,” she murmurs distractedly, handing you a stylish outfit. “These two are for your late night interviews, I forget which… Oh, this is for after the awards show, I got you an invite to Justin Beiber’s afterparty… aha!” she pulls out a dress, and your jaw drops.

You’re looking at the most gorgeous black dress you’ve ever seen, a dress shimmering as the light hits it.

“Isn’t it too much?” you whisper in awe. You reach out, but you’re scared to touch it. The cloth looks more expensive than you’ll ever be.

“Nah, you’re gonna wow them. Trust me on this,” Sana winks. “Wigs’ll be flying as soon as you show up.”

You take the dress, stroking the fabric in awe. “I hope you’re right.”

“Aaaand I’m joined by y/n l/n, who’s been making a splash in the charts! Y/n, how does it feel to be nominated for Top New Artist alongside such amazing new stars?”

“It still doesn’t feel real, honestly,” you laugh, alternating eye contact with the red carpet interviewer and the camera. Around you… so this is the hustle and bustle before an awards show. “I’m honored.”

“And who are you wearing tonight?”

You smile graciously. “Gucci.” Giving you just a hint of cleavage and hugging your curves in all the right places, you’ve never felt more powerful.

“Well, you look great, and best of luck to you tonight!”

You’re about to thank the interviewer when a sudden chorus of screams makes you jump. What the hell? You strain your ears, making out a consistent cheer.

“BTS! BTS! BTS! BTS!”

Holy shit, they’re here. You’ve done your fair share of googling on the nominees– BTS is easily the biggest boy band in the world, known for their dedicated fanbase. You’ve listened to some of their songs, and they’re talented to say the least– but you don’t have time to get distracted, as you’re soon approached by another interviewer.

Your feet are aching by the time the cameras follow the guests inside, and you’re led to your seat. Why a barely known singer like you has been seated in the very front row, you don’t understand, but you’re not complaining– Sana will be squealing at the additional screentime.

The front row is barely filled in by the time you sit down. There are seven empty seats to your right, and you’re left twiddling your thumbs, your body tense with nervous energy.

A few minutes later, you hear the roar of another thousand teenage girls, and you twist around. Looks like BTS has entered the building, and when one of the members raises their hand to wave the volume of the screams increases tenfold.

You stare in awe. That’s what it means to be famous. These guys… these guys have made it. They’re perfect. They’re talented. They’re… sitting next to you?

You hold your breath as the members settle in their seats. Beside you, if those Wikepedia articles you read are correct, is Suga. He’s… wow, he really is even more attractive in person.

You keep your eyes trained on the stage as the MC of the night begins to talk, but you can’t help but focus your attention on your peripheral vision. You’re entranced by the ethereal beauty of the men beside you.

“And we’ll be right back!” you hear the MC say, snapping you out of your fog. The first commercial break already?

You turn, and you’ve never been more grateful to your best friend– you’ve been focusing on Korean ever since Sunmi mentioned it, so that now…

“Hello,” you say to Suga.

He notices, his eyes widening in surprise. “You speak Korean?”

You hold your thumb and index an inch apart. “A little bit. I’m learning.”

“Hyung, we’re getting some drinks,” one of the members– RM, perhaps?– says. “You coming?”

“In a second,” Suga replies, his eyes trained on you. Something in his gaze sends shivers down your spine.

“You should go with them,” you breathe as the members file away. “The cameras will want to see you all together.”

“The cameras see us together enough,” Suga says, leaning back and folding his arms. “How do you know Korean?”

You shrug. “I’m good with languages. My friend told me to improve my Korean–” you laugh. “Now I know why.”

Suga smiles. It’s a cute smile: his lips pull up above his gums and his catlike eyes sparkle with delight. Inside your chest your heart flutters, but you calm yourself– you’re not here to pick up guys, and idols like him basically can’t date anyways–

“Are you nominated or here as a guest?” he asks.

“Oh, uh, I’m nominated for Top New Artist,” you say, beginning the sentence in Korean and finishing in English. “I’m small fry.”

Suga raises his brows. “Seems like a big deal.”

“Not as big as you,” you reply. “Top Social Artist, right? That’s impressive.”

“Yeah.” Suga tries for a smile, but his eyes dull a bit.

“Is… is something wrong?”

“Ah, no.” Suga rubs his temples. “It’s just… don’t get me wrong, a BBMA is a huge honor for a foreign group like us, but I feel like people care more about our fanbase than our music.”

He shakes his head, covering his face with his hands. “Aah, that sounded bad, sorry.”

“Not at all,” you reassure him. “Trust me, I’m a songwriter, and I get more questions about my outfits than my lyrics. It can be frustrating, huh?”

“You write your own songs?”

You open your mouth to reply when the lights start flickering to signal the commercial break’s end. The other members of BTS return to their seats as the MC takes the stage once more to introduce the next performer.

“Are you performing?” Suga whispers while the audience applauds.

“God, I wish. I’m not nearly famous enough,” you whisper back. “You are, aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Suga winks at you, and you blush happily. “Look forward to it.”

You feel your phone buzz and you check it discreetly.

Sana: Quit flirting, there are cameras on you.

Your head snaps up and you notice the familiar red blinking lights of dozens of cameras around the grand room, some of them apparently trained on you. Or rather, you acknowledge, trained on the members of BTS.

You focus on the stage once more, glueing a smile to your face as two more trophies are awarded.

“After the break, Ariana Grande is back with her latest single!” The MC says, smiling brightly into the camera. “Coming up, Top Social Artist and Top New Artist. We’ll be right back!”

As soon as the lights brighten to signify they’re no longer broadcasting, you lean over to Suga.

“Gee, I wonder who’s gonna win Top Social Artist,” you tease.

Suga shakes his head bemuseadly. “No clue.”

“Turn around and make a heart with your hands,” you suggest. “Every single scream is a vote for you winning. And I’ve heard some of your stuff, you guys deserve it. Your lyricist should get a raise.”

Yoongi laughs. “I’ll tell the others, but I think we’re pretty well off already.”

“Huh?”

“Me, Namjoon, and Hobi-ssi, sometimes the others– we write and produce a lot of our music.”

“Really?” you ask in wonder. “I thought… I mean, you’re such big stars…”

Suga shrugs. “We love the music as much as the performance. Could you ever quit songwriting?”

“Never,” you reply instantly, and you’re about to say something else when the lights dim again. Suga turns back to the stage and for a second you can’t help but be struck by his side profile. He truly is inhumanly beautiful. And funny, and kind, and passionate… he is perfection, you decide.

Another buzz from your phone.

Sana: If u keep staring at him ur gonna be a meme before midnight smh

Blinking guiltily, you tune in just in time to hear the MC finish up the nominations for Top Social Artist.

“…and BTS!”

The accompanying screams drown out any hope you have of wishing Suga luck.

“And the Billboard Music Award goes to…”

You cross your fingers behind your back. Sure, you only met Suga this evening, but there’s something about him that makes you feel as though he’s an old friend. You want him to win.

“BTS!”

You clap politely as a clip of the group’s latest single begins playing. Suga turns and says something to you before standing, but it’s lost amid the rabid screams of the fangirls. The septet files onstage to accept the award and RM makes a speech, all graciousness and gratitude. When the music swells once more the group disappears backstage to take pictures, and a sudden realization turns your blood to ice: your category is next.

The MC makes a short introduction full of scripted puns and half-clever witticisms before introducing the nominees for Top New Artist. You’re screaming inside as you hear your name:

“…and y/n l/n!”

From the crowd you can hear the yells of some of your fans or those that’ve heard your latest single. The song blew up way past expectation, landing you this nomination.

“And the Billboard Music Award goes to…”

Time slows down. Or does it speed up? Are you even breathing? You don’t think so. Your skin prickles in anticipation and your heartbeat is deafening, but the cameras are trained on you and so all you do is smile hopefully, twining your fingers together. It’s fine. You won’t win, no way. It’s fine.

“Y/n l/n!”

Huh? You’re frozen for a second, surely you misheard, for a second you thought they’d announced your name, and around you people are clapping and the guy to your left is nudging you forward and when you stand up the cheers get louder and wait a second they’re cheering for you.

You walk– actually, you practically float– to the stage. Do you really deserve it?

You accept the trophy from the MC and step up to the mic.

“Wow.” You look at the audience and swallow. You have precious few minutes to speak, and you’ll use them.

“Every moment of my life is spent working towards becoming perfect,” you say. “Whenever I get close, ‘perfect’ seems to get farther away. And I’ve realized that being an artist means not being perfect, but being better. Thank you to my parents, my amazing agent Sana, of course Sunmi. Y’all make me better.” You smile at the camera. “But my biggest thanks have to go to my fans. You inspire me every day to become better, and you make me believe that I can be better. Every note, every lyric– that’s all you guys. Thank you!”

You walk backstage to the sound of applause, swelling with pride.

“Y/n! Over here!” A photographer waves you over, motioning to a backdrop. “Could you stand right here? Hold up the trophy– like that, perfect! Okay, we’re good. You can get back to your chair now. Door’s that way.”

Well, that was easy. You head in the direction the photographer indicated, turning a sharp corner and suddenly bumping into someone.

“Oh! My bad, I– oh.” You’ve accidentally run into another member of BTS– Jimin, you think?

You switch to Korean. “Sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going.”

The singer’s expression changes to delight at your words. “Yoongi hyung, is this the girl you mentioned?”

Suga suddenly appears from behind Jimin, and you let out a surprised squeak.

Suga chuckles. “Yeah, she was sitting next to me. Had the nerve to say she wasn’t fluent.” He eyes you teasingly.

You decide to ignore his snark. “What are you guys doing back here?”

“Jimin-ssi had to use the restroom, and I wanted to greet the top new artist,” Suga says with a smirk. “Whoever it may be.”

“Bullshit, you heard me win,” you reply.

He shrugs, and you notice Jimin has already hastened back to his seat. “Maybe I wanted to chat,” Suga continues. “Without the cameras, because I’ve already gotten scolded for talking to you so much.”

You laugh. “Hey, me too.”

“We never really introduced ourselves,” Suga says. He offers you his hand and you shake. “I’m Min Yoongi– Yoongi’s my first name– I’m a rapper, lyricist, and overall pretty average person.”

“Y/n l/n,” you reply. “Singer, lyricist, and overall incredibly awkward nerd.”

Yoongi laughs, a surprised and mirthful sound that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Are you going to an afterparty?” you blurt out.

Yoongi thinks. “Joonie mentioned… yeah, I think so, if our managers are okay with it.” He clucks his tongue. “Parties here are hard, with only one translator. It doesn’t give us a lot of freedom to move around.”

“That’s a shame,” you say, sudden confidence overtaking you. He’s been nothing but flirtatious all night, why shouldn’t you reciprocate? “If we were going to the same party, I could be your personal translator for the entire night.”

Yoongi looks at you, a mischivious glint in his eye. “Whose afterparty are you going to?”

“Justin Beiber’s.”

“Huh. Well, c’mon, we have to get back to our seats,” Yoongi says, gesturing to the backstage exit.

Just as you open the door, you hear the MC’s voice: “We’ll be right back!”

“A commercial break already?” you hiss at Yoongi, and he shrugs.

“To them, it’s all money, isn’t it?”

“Hyung!” RM suddenly rushes up to Yoongi. “We need to get changed, we’re on after the next two awards!”

Good luck, you mouth at Yoongi as RM leads him away.

Thanks, he mouths back, winking.

You settle in your seat as the commercial break ends and the next two awards are given away. From time to time you smile randomly– how could you not? Yoongi is by far the most attractive man you’ve ever met and he’s more than attractive; he’s just so cute…

You’re snapped out of your stupor by the announcement of the next performance: “And here’s the record-smashing phenomenon with their latest single. Give it up for BTS!”

After the performance, you’re still in a daze. They were just so good. You couldn’t help but be captivated by Yoongi’s raps. Whatever he may think, you’re not fluent, and so you only got about seventy percent of his verse but still it was so good…

You’re still thinking about it when you’re led to your trailer to change into your afterparty outfit, a tight-fitting but not uncomfortable cocktail dress. You’re still thinking about it when you arrive at the party location with no clue as to how you got there. You’re standing in Justin Beiber’s living room, positively dumbstruck, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You whirl around to see–

“Yoongi!” you want more than anything to give him a quick hug, but you refrain. The other members surround him.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” you introduce yourself nervously. That much beauty at once is intimidating.

Yoongi says something quickly to the other members in a dialect you don’t understand, and the six of them surreptitiously melt into the crowd.

“What was that?”

Yoongi smirks. “I was promised a personal translator. I don’t want to share you tonight.”

Somehow his words sound far from innocent. “Whatever you’re thinking, I’m not that kind of girl,” you warn him.

Yoongi snorts. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to go for a walk in the backyard. Don’t worry, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” As if to prove his point, he jams his hands into his pockets.

You giggle, following him onto the perfectly manicured lawn. You and Yoongi stay outside for hours or maybe days, and at some point you look down and notice his fingers intertwined with your own.

“Didn’t you say you’d keep your hands to yourself?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Do you want me to?”

The word is out of your mouth before you have time to regret it: “No.”

Yoongi grins widely. “You’re too smart for a hurried party hookup. I have an idea, if you’re interested… it might mean we can see each other after I fly home?”

“Tell me.”  

“Want to collaborate? I heard that clip of you singing earlier, god, I could write a thousand songs for that voice of yours.”

“Collaborate… with you? On a song?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” Yoongi says hurriedly.

The human embodiment of perfection– better than perfection– is asking to collaborate. “Are you kidding? It’s the opportunity of a lifetime, in more ways than one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You lean towards Yoongi until your noses are mere centimeters apart. The space between your bodies feels electric. “Whatever you want it to.”

A/N thanks for the request, @minanna01! I hope I did your vision justice. As always, my inbox is open and feedback is welcome and appreciated :)

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Saudade: Ch6

When you reached the hotel, you still couldn’t really believe you had said yes to this. The moment Josh had suggested flying you out to see one of his shows, you didn’t really think much of it. You weren’t a huge fan of airplanes and you honestly didn’t really want to leave Brendon either. But after another phone call from Josh and talking over it with Brendon, it was best you went and spent a day or two with Josh, just enough time for you to act like everything was normal, and then go back home and fuck Brendon senseless. It was honestly so screwed up, but you couldn’t help it. Much less, Brendon was temporary. After Josh comes home from tour, Brendon will be gone, and everything will be back to normal again. Right? You had been very careful too. Any time you did stuff with Brendon, you made sure it was protected sex, you washed your clothes from the smell of weed, you tried to sober up the best you could, you changed his contact name in your phone to simply Bren, and you had warned him not to give you any hickeys or scratch marks a week before your flight to see Josh. Maybe if you faked it good enough, Josh wouldn’t even notice anything had changed about you. When you walked into the lobby, you looked around, eyes scanning for that familiar face, and when you found it, you melted. It was then that it finally sunk in that you hadn’t seen him in so long.

There he was. The boy you originally fell in love with. His curly hair was bright yellow now but everything else was the same. Cat-like smile, squinty coffee colored eyes, that gorgeous tattoo sleeve, edgy gages, a tiger tank top, ripped black jeans, usual sneakers, and arms open wide, ready to hug you. You knew you had missed him earlier, but now, the feeling had intensified a million times worse. You felt as if you had been missing and empty and heartbroken, and now, being able to run into his arms and hold him tight, all of you was complete. “There she is,” Josh beamed, pulling you into his embrace and kissing your lips. “I missed you so much.”

“I don’t want to let go,” you whispered, clinging onto him so tight. “Fuck, I missed you so much Josh. I missed your voice, I missed these arms, I missed those lips, I just-”

“Y/n,” he breathed your name and pulled your face back towards his, kissing you again and again and again, fingers tangled in your hair. It felt like resurfacing to catch your first breath of air after being drowned into the dark depths of the water. It was refreshing and relieving and so joyful, calmness and coolness and nothing but love laced within his words. It tasted as if there was pure sugar coating his lips, his tongue dipped in honey, his hands soft cotton candy against your skin. When you both finally pulled away to catch your breath you laughed, wrapping each other in your arms again, then pulling away.

“You should probably take me up to the room before we spend another hour kissing in this lobby,” you teased.

“Actually, uh, I have to be at sound check in the next ten minutes,” he explained, scratching the back of his head. “As much as I’d love to catch up, I still have work to do.”

“Can I tag along?” you wondered.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” he nodded excitedly. “It’ll just be me and Tyler goofing around, but I’d love if you came. Let’s just give your bags to Mark and then we’ll take off.”

Honestly, you truly did miss Josh. You didn’t even realize half of how much you missed him until you saw him again. Sitting on the edge of the stage, smiling up at the boys and dangling your feet from the side, you couldn’t help but admit that there was nowhere else you’d rather be. You listened to the clash of cymbals and beat of the drums, Josh bouncing up and down in his seat, nodding his head to the rhythm. Tyler gave you an overenthusiastic wave and hug earlier, telling you how much Josh missed you and complained about you being gone, and now to see him singing his heart out, playing the ukulele, closing his eyes and swaying side to side, you knew this was where you truly belonged. This was the band that you fell in love with, just like you fell in love with Josh. After they finished the song, you clapped and cheered, earning a bow from Tyler and a wink and blown kiss from Josh.

The show that night was just as spectacular. You danced and sang with Jenna as the lights flickered around the arena, the fans roared, the boys played their hearts out. It was amazing. The two boys were rolling around in hamster balls, being lifted up on their drum kits in the crowd, doing backflips and jumps off the piano, having drum battles, running around the arena, climbing up on towers, and all sorts of crazy shit. By the end when the confetti sprinkled into the air, you were hooting and hollering along with everyone else in the venue, grinning back at Josh after they had taken a bow, then racing up to meet him. “That was fucking phenomenal!” you cried, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him passionately. “Holy shit!”

“You liked it?” he laughed nervously, searching for approval within your eyes.

“I loved it!” you reassured. “Oh my goodness, Josh!”

“Come on,” Tyler gave you a teasing punch on the arm. “You know you were staring at me the entire time.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Come on, Ty. Maybe if you ego can deflate a little bit and you stop bragging we’ll get to the restaurant sooner,” Jenna joked. “Can’t take a shower and get dressed if you stay out here flirting with Josh’s gal all night long.”

“Right, I have to behave for the Missus,” he smirked before leaning in and giving Jenna a kiss. “I think we’re heading out to get a bite to eat. You guys want to tag along after showers?”

“Nah, I think we’re going to head for the tour bus instead,” Josh explained.

“Wait. We’re not staying in the hotel tonight?” you raised an eyebrow.

“We have to travel overnight to get to tomorrow’s venue, we have an interview in the early morning,” Josh frowned. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured. “I just uh, I think I overpacked then.” You weren’t about to admit that your reason for disappointment was because you’d have to fuck him in a cramped tour bus bunker instead of a nice comfy hotel bed all to yourselves, so you kept quiet.

“It’s okay,” Josh reassured.

While the boys took showers and got dressed, Jenna and you talked about some of the opening bands and some of your favorite local venues. Then Tyler and Jenna headed out for some food, leaving you and Josh in the tour bus alone. He was in an old gray t-shirt you had bought him, wearing some shorts and a black snapback, drinking a Red Bull and easing into the sofa, his arm around your shoulder. He was talking nonstop about some of the coffee shops he had visited in a couple cities prior to this one when you finally decided to cut him off with a kiss. When you pulled away, you chuckled. “Sorry, I just, um…” you looked away shyly. “I missed that. A lot.”

“Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow, setting down his energy drink. “You really did miss me?”

“More than you could ever imagine,” you sighed.

“Then let’s make up for lost time,” Josh whispered. He held your head in his hands, gently sifting his fingers through your hair and delving his tongue into your mouth, pressing it against yours, both of your eyes closed. It was as if moving in slow motion, floating through space, drifting underwater, blowing in the breeze. Each movement and touch was so graceful and careful.

“I missed you so much,” you mumbled against his lips. It was like falling through tufts of clouds, everything so soft and sweet and quiet and calming. His hands slid underneath your shirt and you hummed softly as he pulled it up over your head, tugging it gently off of your arms, tossing it to the ground. You then took it as your cue to slip your hands underneath his shirt, closing your eyes and sighing at the feeling of his abs underneath your palms, your skin sliding against his chest, his toned muscles making a small smile tug at the edges of your lips, then finding the hem of his shirt and helping him pull it up and off as well. You began to place kisses on his lips, his neck, his chest, his stomach, then slid down between his legs, glancing up to watch his face, eyes half lidded and biting down on his lower lip as you dipped your fingers into the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding it off his body.

“God baby,” he inhaled a sharp breath as you tugged them off, then groped him carefully through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a moan from his lips. “I love that.”

“Yeah?” you couldn’t help but smirk. You took his boxers and slid them off his body, letting his erection spring free, then instantly kissing his head, pressing your tongue against his slit, taking him into your mouth, only making his moans grow louder, his fingers softly tousling your hair as you took him deeper and deeper.

“Mm that feels so good,” he hummed. You began to bob your head up and down, lips working down his shaft, hands on his hips, closing your eyes and loving the taste of him in your mouth. You felt him tense, a choked sigh get caught in his throat, and you knew he was close. You started swirling your tongue around his shaft. “Fuck-” as he came he lost control of his body, warm liquid pouring into your mouth and dribbling down your throat, you sucking him off and getting every drop, praise falling from his lips. You climbed back on top of him, about to place his lips on his when you both heard something you were definitely not expecting. A knock on the door.

“Holy shit,” your eyes went wide and you backed away from him, hopping off the couch and fumbling for your shirt. Josh instantly stood up and tugged up his boxers and shorts, then raced towards the door, glancing back to make sure you were fully dressed before opening it up. You nervously gulped down your nerves and gave a hesitant smile as Jenna and Tyler entered the tour bus.

“I thought I was going to freeze out there! You took forever to open the door, Josh!” Tyler teased. “Gosh, what were you doing? Up to no good I bet.”

“Just dozed off on the sofa,” he lied. “We’re a bit sleepy.”

“You can always turn in for the night if you want,” Jenna suggested. “We don’t mind a couple snorers. I think me and Ty are going to start up a movie though.”

“Oh okay,” you glanced at Josh, hoping to get across the point that you were still turned on beyond belief. You were aching to have his cock inside you, especially after that great blowjob, and all this time you had been away from him. Plus, you were already soaking wet. “Want to head to bed, Josh?” You were desperate for him to pick up on the hint.

“I don’t know, a movie sounds like fun, right?” he asked. A little part of you died on the inside.

“Maybe…” you drew out the word, still hoping he’d figure out what you were going for.

“Come on,” he insisted. “It’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” you complied, taking a deep breath and reassuring yourself that he must have something planned for later. He wouldn’t just leave you hanging like that, right?

It was at least a half an hour later, Jenna and Tyler curled up on one side of the couch, you and Josh on the other. Each couple had their own blanket, arms wrapped around each other, eyes on the screen. Tyler had popped in some latest hit blockbuster everyone had been talking about, and everyone had their gaze glued on the screen except for you. All you could think about was the ever growing wetness between your legs and how much you wished you could just fuck Josh right now. You could barely even stare at the television you were so distracted. You were leaning against Josh, his arms wrapped around your waist, both of you underneath the blanket when the idea came into your mind. You slid your hand down to meet his, your palm on top of his wrist, helping him gravitate towards where you needed his touch. Maybe if you could just get a little bit, he just fingered you nice and slow and you were subtle and quiet, Jenna and Tyler didn’t even have to find out. You slowly moved Josh’s hand towards your thigh and he glanced at you strangely. “Please?” you mouthed, inaudible, pleading eyes. He glanced at you, glaring, half annoyed half disgusted that you would even think it would be appropriate, then returned his attention to the movie. A bit hurt and offended, you tried again, urging his hand to push just a bit father, which really reeled in his attention, him turning his head towards you and full on glaring this time.

“Cut it out,” he muttered, wresting his hand away from your grip and then looking back at the movie. He glanced out the side of his eye at Jenna and Tyler, who didn’t seem to notice the small spectacle, and then shifted his gaze back to the screen.

“Josh,” you barely whined. You couldn’t help it. Your fingers snuck back to find his palm when he gave a menacing glare at you again, then leaned close to your ear.

“I told you to cut it out,” he hissed. “Look, this is not appropriate. Jenna and Tyler were kind enough to offer us to spend time with them, and this is what you’re going to do?”

You bit down hard on your tongue, so hard it began to bleed. Josh had never spoken to you like that before, or even looked at you with that kind of glance, a menacing glare you couldn’t even seem to pry out of your mind. Maybe he was right. You were the problem. Tears started to form in your eyes and Josh glanced at Jenna and Tyler again, who this time looked back, definitely picking up on the vibe. “Uh, something wrong?” Tyler wondered.

“No, we’re fine,” Josh reassured.

“I just need to use the restroom. It’s no big deal,” you insisted, pushing the blanket aside and getting up from your seat, walking out of the room and not even daring to look back. You assumed Josh would go after you, or at least you hoped he would, but nothing. Instead, you locked yourself in the bathroom, then sunk to the ground, tears falling down your cheeks.

You were right. Coming here was a bad decision. You felt miserable. That’s when there was a knock on the door, and you wiped your tears, getting up and opening up the door. Of course it was Josh. “Hey,” his voice was a lot softer. “Look, I’m sorry baby.”

“It’s fine,” you sniffled, still wiping a tear from your cheek. “I was just, not thinking right I guess.”

“No, it was me,” he insisted. “I was being selfish and stupid, I didn’t know they were coming, I promise we’ll sort this out. I wasn’t being considerate and after-” You shushed him with a kiss, pulling him into the bathroom and kicking the door shut with your foot, tangling your fingers into his hair and knocking off his snapback, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You were going so fast, spinning around and around, reckless and desperate, when Josh slowed you. He pulled away, rubbing small circles on your back, bringing you to a slow stop, as if reeling you back into reality. It was as if he was flashing a yield sign in your face, warning you to slow down, to take it easy, to relax. You took a deep breath, looking up into his cocoa eyes before kissing him again. This time it was how he liked it. Slow, soft, sweet, just right.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered softly when you pulled away and he began kissing your neck.

“Shhh don’t apologize,” he mumbled. “Just tell me what you want, babe. I want to make you feel good.”

“Just something quick,” you nodded slowly. He picked you up carefully and sat you on the edge of the bathroom counter, placing a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes tight. “I don’t care, I just want you Josh. I miss you so much and I-”

“I know,” he shushed. He placed his lips to yours and tugged down your sweatpants, rubbing you through your panties. You were still wet from earlier, and now twice as soaked. “So beautiful.” He put his lips on your neck and slid your panties down to your thighs, running his fingers up and down your folds before pushing one in, making you gasp.

“Fuck,” you sighed, holding onto his shoulders as he began to pump in and out, then adding another one and making you moan.

“Not too loud,” he reminded. He moved them in and out slowly, then pressed his thumb to your clit, starting to rub in small circles, causing you to hum softly, so fucking close. He went faster, his fingers picking up the pace, thumb rolling over your clit until you came, barely able to keep from moaning his name for the entire bus to hear, your walls clenching around his fingers and wetness seeping from your folds.

“Holy shit,” you muffled yours moans into the crook of his neck and listened to him whisper praises for you as he pulled his fingers away. He placed them in his mouth and hummed for a moment, then glanced back at you.

“Miss me?” he whispered.

“Most definitely,” you chuckled. You pulled him close and kissed him again, everything pastel colors and flower petals and honey lemon, beautiful and simple and perfect.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he gave a small smile, helping you off the counter and sliding up your panties and sweatpants. “I think we might have a little bit more of the movie left.”

He took your hand in his and guided you back outside, Tyler and Jenna not seeming to notice or care that much, which you were thankful for. Josh let you lean on him, his arm around your waist, blanket wrapped around the two of you, television glowing bright within the dark room. You placed your ear up to his chest, closing your eyes, tuning out all the sounds except for the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, slowly lulling you to sleep.

[reitziluz]

get to know me meme!

..... a mutual did this and said people feeling up for it should do it so....

i’m not tagging anyone but feel free to do these

1. What is your full name? Rene

2. What is your nickname? Rellu, Rensku

3. What is your zodiac sign? Virgo

4. What is your favorite book series? uhhh ASOIAF maybe

5. Do you believe in aliens or ghosts? i like the idea of residual energy... and ofc there’s other lifeforms floating in the endless space

6. Who is your favorite author? ME MYSELF i’m honestly not sure, there’s no-one whose all works like to the same degree 

7. What is your favorite radio station? ... rock/heavy metal station

8. What is your favorite flavor of anything? mmm choco? or like this salsa/cheese combo. also cola.

9. What word would you use often to describe something great or wonderful? excellent, gorgeous, fucking perfect

10. What is your current favorite song? this one

11. What is your favorite word?  i don’t... have one. maybe しまう?

12. What was the last song you listened to? this one

13. What TV show would you recommend for everybody to watch?  in the flesh, mushishi

14. What is your favorite movie to watch when you’re feeling down?  i don’t like movies that much? ... one piece movies

15. Do you play video games? yes occasionally

16. What is your biggest fear? death, heights

17. What is your best quality, in your opinion?  insight/confidence combo?

18. What is your worst quality, in your opinion? arrogance... small-mindedness, as in not being able to throw myself as deep into stuff as i feel like i should....

19. Do you like cats or dogs better?  cats

20. What is your favorite season? winter or late fall

21. Are you in a relationship? mmmm when aren’t you in relationships?? but yea i’m in several relationships as this question seems to be angling for...

22. What is something you miss from your childhood? structure and relatively low pressure

23. Who is your best friend? poronen and also revy my dearie. there’s a couple more conventional/old past besties too that i still hold close to my heart.

24. What is your eye color? dark-ish gray-green-blue

25. What is your hair color? dirty blonde, dyed red

26. Who is someone you love? my friends my family my datemates... myself...

27. Who is someone you trust? i trust p much everyone until proven wrong

28. Who is someone you think about often? bisexualwinry and poronen again lmao, also... uhhh whichever characters i’m obsessed most recently

29. Are you currently excited about/for something? next installations of friends’ fics, my own fic chapter lmao, a homewarming party of an ex i’m friends with...

30. What is your biggest obsession? currently a couple vocaloid producers and mp100. long term.... ffvii and vampires.

31. What was your favorite TV show as a child? pokemon and moomins

32. Who of the opposite gender can you tell anything to, if anyone? fuck your idea of there being an opposite!! i don’t have an opposite!! i can tell my dearest friends anything, regardless of gender or lack of it!!!!

33. Are you superstitious? not really, tho i like some of the practices

34. Do you have any unusual phobias? no

35. Do you prefer to be in front of the camera or behind it? front~

36. What is your favorite hobby? writing, drawing, weightlifting

37. What was the last book you read? i’m not sure but i’m going to say villon’s testament

38. What was the last movie you watched? uhhhh maybe ghost in the shell? the first one.

39. What musical instruments do you play, if any? tiny bit of guitar

40. What is your favorite animal? cats

41. What are your top 5 favorite Tumblr blogs that you follow? i can’t really say, i like following my friends (you know who you are i’ve msg you all basically)

42. What superpower do you wish you had? i always answer these the same way: absolute shapeshifting. 

43. When and where do you feel most at peace? in my own room around midnight OR with good friends anywhere

44. What makes you smile? anything exciting, really

45. What sports do you play, if any? uhhhh i did medieval swordfighting for a while but nowadays i dream of getting back to lifting and running

46. What is your favorite drink? water, coke, all coffee drinks, wine

47. When was the last time you wrote a hand-written letter or note to somebody? probs within a week, we communicate between flatmates with these lil post-it notes

48. Are you afraid of heights? yes holy shit so bad

49. What is your biggest pet peeve? when people are allergic to fun/are contrarians

50. Have you ever been to a concert? yuppp a couple times

51. Are you vegan/vegetarian? yes

52. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? an author, but before that a paleontologist, and before that a circus princess

53. What fictional world would you like to live in? eugh idk almost none of them??? somewhere where it’s p idyllic

54. What is something you worry about? planet dying, economy crashing, getting back to my own two feet after this horrible mental crash i’ve been going through all spring...

55. Are you scared of the dark? a lil bit, puts me on edge

56. Do you like to sing? hell yea!!

57. Have you ever skipped school? so many times

58. What is your favorite place on the planet? my parent’s house, this one street in kyoto...

59. Where would you like to live? honestly? in the center of the city i’m living in now, or the capital... ... or kyoto or tokyo...

60. Do you have any pets? no, flatmate has cats tho

61. Are you more of an early bird or a night owl? night owl but a fairly balanced one

62. Do you like sunrises or sunsets better? either is good

63. Do you know how to drive? yes

64. Do you prefer earbuds or headphones? headphones!! but i use buds more, more practical.

65. Have you ever had braces? yes.

66. What is your favorite genre of music? metal. like the sorta frilly vampiric neoclassical metal tons of jrock bands do?? but i like a huge variety of genres.

67. Who is your hero? gotta be my own hero

68. Do you read comic books? rarely, if we don’t count manga

69. What makes you the most angry? petty pointless shit

70. Do you prefer to read on an electronic device or with a real book? on my phone

71. What is your favorite subject in school? languages/literature

72. Do you have any siblings? four of them, two big sisters and two lil brothers

73. What was the last thing you bought? .... some food? uhhh boxers?

74. How tall are you? 168 cm ish

75. Can you cook? yes

76. What are three things that you love? storytelling, good food, good laughs

77. What are three things that you hate? generic bad injustice shit in the world, people who make fun of others for things they like, lmao my current writer’s block towards my main fic ahahaha ;;;

78. Do you have more female friends or more male friends? seriously fuck these questions? most of my friends are nb

79. What is your sexual orientation? queer and complicated

80. Where do you currently live? Turku

81. Who was the last person you texted? a friend

82. When was the last time you cried? i have no clue, i don’t cry often

83. Who is your favorite YouTuber? everyone who subs vocaloid stuff

84. Do you like to take selfies? yessss 

85. What is your favorite app? just my JED fhgadhadh

86. What is your relationship with your parent(s) like? a bit distant (due to physical distance) but warm and friendly and supportive

87. What is your favorite foreign accent? .... this seems strange but uh. no specific preference? throaty languages, french and arabic and russian come to mind...

88. What is a place that you’ve never been to, but you want to visit? TOKYO ive been to japan twice and lived there for a while but never managed to visit tokyo

89. What is your favorite number? 11

90. Can you juggle? a lil bit?

91. Are you religious? anti-religion more like ahaha

92. Do you find outer space of the deep ocean to be more interesting? both, both is good

93. Do you consider yourself to be a daredevil? not really but then again i do tend to take things as challenges...

94. Are you allergic to anything? this one is a weird one. there’s a chemical that does cause some sorta reaction? it’s in some cardboard boxes and used in treating hemp rope..... 

95. Can you curl your tongue? yes

96. Can you wiggle your ears? yes

97. How often do you admit that you were wrong about something? anytime i can’t wiggle out of it like “oh true yes that’s what i meant i was almost correct the first time” lmao

98. Do you prefer the forest or the beach? ... forest

99. What is your favorite piece of advice that anyone has ever given you? it’s okay to half-ass things, it’s better than not doing anything

100. Are you a good liar? i think so

101. What is your Hogwarts House? gryffindor not slytherin shut upppp

102. Do you talk to yourself? sometimes

103. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? ambivert? sorta more extrovert

104. Do you keep a journal/diary? nahh not really

105. Do you believe in second chances? yes

106. If you found a wallet full of money on the ground, what would you do? if there was no-one nearby who could have obviously dropped it... or who could see... i would pocket any cash and take the wallet itself to lost and found.

107. Do you believe that people are capable of change? yea.

108. Are you ticklish? no

109. Have you ever been on a plane? yes, several times

110. Do you have any piercings? fourteen and planning to get more 

111. What fictional character do you wish was real? not really anyone...

112. Do you have any tattoos? yup a big fat nb koi on my left calf

113. What is the best decision that you’ve made in your life so far? going ahead with transitioning

114. Do you believe in karma? no

115. Do you wear glasses or contacts? glasses! really strong ones too lmao

116. Do you want children? no. wouldn’t mind co-parenting someone else’s kids if that sorta person wandered in my life tho.

117. Who is the smartest person you know? well myself of course - no but really ahh vrow has me beat in my category of intelligence.

118. What is your most embarrassing memory? i sorta picked on a kid for no reason in elementary school. it was a singular incident and i apologized a year later.

119. Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? yessss currently doing one

120. What color are most of you clothes? black

121. Do you like adventures? yea to a degree? 

122. Have you ever been on TV? nope

123. How old are you? 24

124. What is your favorite quote? hhhh i don’t have all-time faves but currently just. “Just stay by my side, it doesn’t matter even if it’s a lie.”

125. Do you prefer sweet or savory foods? just give me all the food

[creek-cryptid-deluxe]

Now it's time for a new blog segment called...

•*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟDr. Morrissey Movies I've Watched This Month + Reviews •*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ

° Little Women (2019) - now, we all know that despite being a hardcore bookworm i really don't like "classical literature". I find it difficult to read in that it doesn't hold my attention & seems to drag on F O R E V E R. BUT Little Women holds a special place in my heart. Back in the year 1996, when I was 11 & 6th grade was still in elementary school, my school had an accelerated reader program. If you are unfamiliar with the concept, certain books were included in the program & you'd read the book, take a quiz about it, & get however many points the book was worth. The higher the reading level of the book, the more points. Points were tracked on the cafeteria wall using a space theme, as you accumulated points, your spaceship moved through the solar system. Being the smug little shit I was, I was determined to be the only one to make it to Pluto. So I read EVERYTHING. The book worth the most was Little Women. So I checked it out, read it over the weekend, & came to return it. The librarian scoffed, vastly underestimating my love of books & the escape they provided me.

ANYWAY I actually enjoyed the book & the version of the movie from 1994. Now that you have 20 years of backstory, let's chat about this version. I actually enjoyed it more than the 1994 version. It was really beautifully done, however you should be warned that there is a lot of flashback scenes that aren't necessarily obviously flashbacks. But it was fantastic. I watched it three times in 2 days. (Currently available to rent on Amazon Prime)

° Velvet Goldmine (1998) - now this is an older flick, so I'm super late to the party on this, BUT I was only 12 when it came out & there's NO way my parents would have been down with that. It's a Bowie-esque musical set at the end of the 60s - start/mid 70s that follows the rise & fall of a glam rock musician named Brian Slade as told by his friends, lovers, & associates to a journalist who is doing a story on the 10th anniversary of Slade faking his death & vanishing. If you enjoy glam rock, gorgeous men in make up, & metallic sequined outfits, then this is the movie for you. It is definitely one of those few movies on my "buy this dvd" list. As a bonus, Brian Molko (gorgeous poster boy for androgy & lead vocalist for Placebo) is in it. (Currently available to rent on Amazon Prime)

° The Social Network (2010) - i never watched this because I genuinely had zero interest in it. It showed up on netflix, so I figured why not? Really it just showed me that Zuckerberg is even MORE of a jackass & piece of shit than I already thought. Like, holy shit. (Available on Netflix)

° Guns Akimbo (2019) - remember awhile back when some pictures circulated of Daniel Radcliffe (yes, Harry Potter) in a bathrobe & bear feet slippers holding guns? Those were stills from the filming of this movie. The premise is that there is an internet... game show, of sorts, where 2 contestants are pitted against each other in a battle to the death with free reign to use the entire city as well as any resources they can find. It's streamed live online via drones. Radcliffe gets ambushed by the game runners who knock him out & bolt a gun to each hand, then dump him back in his apartment with video instructions. It's a wild ride, lots of action, & the banter/lines are pretty hilarious. Well worth a watch, even if you aren't a huge action fan. (Available to rent on Amazon)

° Isn't it Romantic (2019) - the premise is that Rebel Wilson is a chick who HATES romantic comedies & all the tropes within. She gets knocked out during a mugging & wakes up in a romantic comedy. I honestly didn't even finish it. The premise could have been hilarious if they played it right, but they didn't. The only real upside was that you see Liam Hemsworth in a lot of suits & a towel. Meh. (Available on Hulu)

° Can't Hardly Wait (1998) - this is a classic from my middle school years, when I had a crush on Seth Green... a sentence which implies that I no longer harbor such a crush, which I see now is very misleading. At first glance this is another dumbass teen movie from that time period (see: She's All That, A Walk To Remember, ect) but it's actually a bit more off beat & satirical than that. Plus, there's no girl that changes her clothes & takes off her glasses & is suddenly hot, garnering the attention of the hunky star football player. It's still a solid movie. (Available on Netflix)

There you have it! Dr. Morrissey's movies this month & her opinions about them. I hope you enjoyed this ridiculous journey.