#ahh i want them to announce tour dates!

[misfit-among-the-angels]

The one and only - Tobias Sammet!

Avantasia. Fulda. 2022.07.21

[skei-seems]

Professor Reid

(PART 1)

Summary: Reader kicks off first semester of university with a team project that requires a trip to another city. Her professor, Spencer Reid, is to accompany the team, but the journey takes an interesting turn when he offers to show her a pub in the city one night.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (female) reader

Category: Smut [NSFW]

Warnings: Smut, Age Gap, Swearing

A/N: Please send me some feedback on this or requests, I would love to hear your thoughts. Also, do you guys prefer first person x reader or second person pov? Part 2 linked below ;)

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      You could always see something coming from a mile away, it was a peculiar skill of yours to be able to plan out every possible outcome of any situation (especially the worst ones) in order to satisfy your anxiety. University was a new ground, it was unfamiliar and untrodden, and that’s what made it dangerous - the unforeseeable future.

      As soon as you started criminal psychology class, you knew it would be your favourite. Perhaps it was because of the interesting analogy strategies, or the way the minds of the psychos worked, but mainly it was because of the gorgeous golden-locked professor. His intelligent hands gestured each time he spoke and the way they often ran through his hair to fix it, his big brown eyes scanning the room which sometimes met your gaze, and the nerdy button up shirts he wore was enough to set your lust for him on fire. The development of crushes on people that would never be interested in you was a frequent occurrence, and the probability of something happening between you was far from reality - you knew that - and that was where the satisfaction lay in it. Knowing nothing can or will happen, the infatuation was innocent and improbable. 

      “Okay class, I have an announcement to make,” the voice that sent goosebumps over your skin each time it sounded, boomed through the large classroom. You focused from a distance on his sharp eyes, before he looked down at a piece of paper in his hands. “There will be a trip to another university to join a team which will conduct a research project together,”  some ‘ooh’s’ and ‘aah’s’ sounded there, ”but unfortunately I cannot take all of you.” Disappointment flooded through the room now, but a little jolt of excitement went through your body. A trip, to another town, with the hot professor. He continued, “I have selected five students based on how well they did in the last examination, the names of whom I read now please meet with me after class.”

      Your heart sped up in your chest, you were even afraid the thumping could be heard by your surrounding classmates as he read off the names, and stopped when yours was the last. Part of you wished you could be as calm as the others when class ended and they slowly made their way to his desk, but the other part of you wanted to lather up every bit of excitement that coursed through your body as you approached the tall smart-looking man.

      As he briefed the group on what you need to prepare and the plans for the trip, you calmed down and made some notes, but a strand of hair had fallen into his face which distracted you. When he finished the briefing and made sure everyone was okay with spending their first week of holiday doing a school trip, everyone made to leave. You pocketed your phone, looked around when you heard him say “Bye guys, see you on the weekend!” and made eye contact, he smiled awkwardly and averted his gaze to the others walking out the door. Your heart immediately started racing in your chest and only calmed once you got home, and you could not get those beautiful brown eyes out of your head.

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      It was the day of the trip. You would be driving together in a bus and stay at a hotel; you had free time in the mornings and evenings, project participation during the day and one free days to tour the city with your guide, professor Reid. Apparently if you did well, you would be allowed a night of celebration at the end in a very fancy club, which did not really seem like a reward to you, clubs were loud and full of sweaty drunk strangers.

      The drive was long and seemingly endless with not much to do, and you were slightly amused to see that both you and the professor had brought a book to entertain yourselves with for the trip. When you arrived, the whole group set out to their rooms (each with a roommate) except for the professor, who made sure you knew where it was and that each had his number to call in case of emergency. He gave everyone the rest of the afternoon off to do your own activities, but you weren't allowed to go off alone, and had to be back at the hotel by 10.

      You spent most of your free time reading or putting together work for the project, and by the third day the others had quickly formed a bond and gone off without you to have fun. It was about six thirty when you heard a knock on the door. Wondering who it was, you opened it to the gorgeous blonde professor.

“Hi Y/N, the others have all gone with the other university’s team to a restaurant and I’ve allowed them a later curfew, don’t you want to join them?” He asked, with a slight concern (probably because you were always alone). His brows were knit into a neat frown and you could imagine them being like that for a whole other reason, almost buckling your knees.

      “Um,” you stumbled, thrown off by his sudden appearance and question, and thought for a moment. “To be honest I don’t really feel like being in that big group after spending the whole day with them.”

At this, he looked down and smiled, almost in a knowing way. “Well, if you want to get out, I’m going to meet some of my old university friends at a place that’s really nice,” then he sheepishly added, “and probably better than the restaurant your classmates chose.”

You bit your lip, he was asking you to come with him, without any other student present. “Your old university friends?” 

“Yeah, this was where I studied before I moved and joined the FBI to become a profiler.” 

Before you could answer, he added, “I just, couldn’t help but notice you haven’t gone out at all with the others. It wouldn’t sit right with me if you spend another night all by yourself.” 

His words sent a rush of goosebumps over your skin. It made you look away with embarrassment that your introverted habits had not gone unnoticed. “Okay,” you said with forced sureness, and shyly looked at him again, “could I maybe just change real quick?”

      He studied you a little and nodded. “Meet me at the foyer in fifteen minutes. You won’t regret it.” He seemed pleased with himself at convincing you to come out of your shell, and it sent electric sparks through your body that he made an effort for you, and only you.

      Fifteen minutes later you walked up to the foyer. It turns out he had made the decision to change as well, going for a white buttoned up shirt, black fitting trousers and a pair of high top converse. You could not take your eyes off the man, and your stomach somersaulted at his rolled up sleeves that exposed his veiny forearms and watched wrist. As you came closer, he turned around and let his smouldering brown eyes travel down your body.

       You flushed with warmth and redness as he took in your change of appearance, you wore black skinny jeans, a top that exposed your chest a little more than you would allow at school, and your go-to white sneakers. 

“I was almost afraid you decided to stand me up,” he joked and shuffled his feet as the scent of your elegant rosey perfume engulfed him.

      “Almost,” You chuckled, this informal stance was relaxing.  You made your way down a couple of blocks while the professor talked a bit about the city, and finally entered a retro-looking pub. As you observed the place, you could feel his eyes on you. You realised for the first that he was your grounding now, since there was no one else in the room you knew, an intimate feeling arose at this thought and you moved a little closer to him.

“This is where I spent many a night drinking with my friends,” he said - with pride - while leading you to an empty table. You could hardly picture this smart and always-composed man being drunk, but it was a humoured picture nonetheless. He had to lean in for you to hear him over the music and talking of the people inside, and you could feel his hot minty breath sending tingles across your skin. 

“I like it,” you replied. The bar was old wood, the walls were lined with all kinds of posters and signs that made up the aesthetic, accompanied by a small stage area with a landing dance floor. 

“It’s my favourite, ahh-” he looked up at someone behind you and got up, “here they are.” Your heart skipped a beat, you were always nervous when meeting new people.

“SPENCE, my man!” exclaimed a tall curly haired fellow as they ‘bro-hugged’. A second, more buff and bearded man followed with “Long time no see!” He looked a little older but the two seemed to make sense as a friendship.

      After they exchanged greetings, they realized your presence. Assuming they were out of earshot from a couple of feet away, the curly haired guy complimented professor Reid on his ‘date’ and made a gesture to suggest nice ‘boobs.’  You had to hide your smile when the professor went crimson and explained that you were his student, but you could feel your legs aching a little at the sight of him being flustered. He glanced at you nervously and ran a hand through his loose curls.

      Finally, the men joined the table and introduced themselves, sharing stories of when they were your age. The professor seemed so different like this, so warm and relaxed, as compared to his usual formal state. You exchanged glances and a couple of smiles through the drinks and conversations, and you couldn’t push away the thought that maybe you were forming a connection. You focused on the way he sometimes licked his lips or put his fingers to his mouth, and imagined sucking on them, squeezing your thighs at the thought. Maybe you would be different after the trip, but you were snapped back to reality when the two of his friends decided to call it a night.

As the two were saying their goodbyes and making their way to the door. You checked your phone and shocked, exclaimed “It’s only ten o’clock!” 

This earned a beautiful laugh from your professor. “I suppose that’s late when you’re my age. But we don’t have to leave. Wanna play a game of pool?”

Relief flooded unto you, you did not want this to be over, no one else had seen the professor like this and - despite your nervousness - you were having fun. The pub had grown fuller than when you first came in. Noticing a couple of lustful glances to your body, and to avoid being crumpled or lost between passing bodies, Spencer lightly put a hand on your lower back as he guided you in front of him over to the pool tables. The touch was barely, and so subtle, but it created a sense of dominince over you and made the area where his fingers connected with the fabric of your shirt tingle and spread to your lower belly. 

He was pretty good at the game, hitting with careful preciseness and studying the table for a while before taking each of his turns. Focusing like him was a rather difficult task when you kept watching his veiny hands wrap around the pool stick and grip it tightly before he bent over to shoot. It was a little funny that he took it with such seriousness, but this forced you to do the same, and soon there was an atmosphere of strong competitiveness evident between you two. It came down the last couple of balls, when you decided to throw in a bet. 

“If I win what do I get?” You confidently challenged, the alcohol had given your voice a certain assertiveness it lacked when you were sober, but this could also be a bad thing - the alcohol talking for you.

“If you win I buy the next round of drinks, if I win you pay for the round.” He said without thinking too hard about it, then returned his focus back to the game.

A couple moments later professor Reid won, and you reluctantly pulled out your wallet from your bag and made your way to the bar. The look on his face was triumph, but it had been a little exciting for the duration of the game that he considered you his equal, as competition. While you waited for the two glasses of Jack and Coke, a hand groped you from behind. You jumped out of the stranger’s grasp and tried to put as much distance between the two of you, but the line was cramped and it didn’t help much. 

A sloppy looking man smirked at you, “How bout I get you a drink, darling.”

“How bout you leave her alone.” A firm voice said behind you, and you felt a warm hand sneak around your waist.

The guy looked annoyed but retreated from the bar. You turned around, a little thrown off from the interaction. “Thank you for saving me, professor.” You said, looking into his chocolate eyes staring off at the guy, now darkened with a little - anger? protectiveness? or was it dominance? Either way, it excited you. 

“But I can handle myself”

He cocked his head and eyed you smugly. “Just stick closer to me from now.” He smiled with reassurance, not taking his hand off your waist, and the creep left your mind. All you wanted now was him.

You took your drinks and went back to the pool tables, all of them were occupied. Two friendly biker-looking guys offered to play in teams with you, though. You took on the challenge and played, but you were focusing on a different game. The alcohol had flushed out any thoughts or worry about the age difference or the fact that he was your professor, you were’t sure how, but you were going to get him one way or another. The game progressed slowly, and you got the opportunity to bend down in front of the professor. Behind you, you heard the biker next to him say “dude, if you don’t hit that, I will,” and felt a subtle, but not too soft landing on your ass. A yelp escaped your mouth, more out of surprise than anything, but you shot the ball in and turned around. Spencer looked embarrassed, and pulled you away a little and apologised. 

“I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, sir,” you insisted, then adding, “I kinda liked it.”

His mouth formed into an ‘O’ shaped, and with his eyebrows raised he let out a chuckle, but you could see something change in his eyes as he glanced at your lips.

You were pulled out of your daze when you heard it - the song. The song you had to dance to no matter what, so you grabbed your drink and downed the last of it. “Come on, professor,” you pulled him by his hand.

“What’s happening?” he asked, looking a little amused.

“We have to dance to this song, it’s illegal not to.”

      He laughed and followed you. The world was spinning a little and the alcohol had made your body warm, you would have to get out for fresh air sooner than later or you’d start sweating. Not knowing what was going through your or the professors mind, whatever it was, you hoped it was the same thing.

Once on the dance floor, the two of you easily fit in the crowd’s rhythm. He knew the lyrics just as well as you, and you jumped and moved around each other mouthing the words. A layer of sweat had started to make his shirt cling to him, and his hair was a little dampened, god he looked good. As the chorus ended, he stopped momentarily to unbutton his shirt a little for some air. His exposed chest was a huge turn on and you moved a little closer to him, but someone pushed through the crowd and squashed you right into each other. 

      This was the closest you had ever been, your bodies were completely pressed against each other and his cologne was overwhelming your senses. With your hand on his chest you looked up at him, resuming to the rhythm of the song, but the two of you remained close. He made no move to push you away, he just seemed deeply in though. With a last muster of confidence, you turned around and pushed your lower half onto his and felt him harden against you. Glad for the blaring music at that moment, you moaned loudly. For a moment he did nothing, then his hands shyly placed themselves on your hips.

Maybe it was wrong, maybe you should move away and pretend it hadn’t happened, but he pulled you closer by the waist and kept you rooted to the spot. So there was a dominant part in him, this pushed away the doubts you had momentarily and you continued to rub against his hard groin. The song changed to a slower, more sexy one. He hung his head so it was next to yours, and you could feel his sticky curls tangle with your hair. His hands were on your waist, guiding you and every now and then moving higher to just below your breasts. You slid down against him slowly, then slowly pushed your butt up back against his hardness. Just the thought of what the two of you looked like at that moment could send you over the edge.

      Unable to resist seeing what he looked like, you turned around and flung your arms around his neck, his hair was wet and messy, some parts sticking to his forehead, and his chest was rising and falling at a fast pace. What made you stop was how he was staring you right in the eye through his locks, like there was no one else in the room, you pondered whether or not to kiss him but it was hot, it was so hot in the room.

You pulled free from what seemed like your wildest fantasy come true and made way to the exist and out into the open air. Professor Reid had followed you outside into the dark lamp-lit street. He mirrored your out-of-breath and at-a-loss-for-words state. “Let’s get back to the hotel, shall we?” he offered after a while, not looking at you and already walking in the direction of the hotel.

      You weren't sure if he meant that in the sense of sleeping together or just going back to your separate rooms, but the reality of it had sobered you up a little and you were feeling a little nervous now. He seemed.. angry? or what he frustrated? Things seemed so obvious back on the dance floor but now they seemed cloudy and unclear.

When you finally made your way back to the hotel the nervousness had almost eaten you up, and you were shaking. You and Spencer hadn’t said a word the entire way back, and the silence hadn’t helped your anxiety. He stopped suddenly and you walked into him, not realising you had already arrived in from of your hotel room. 

“Do you have your key card?” he finally spoke up, his voice was coarse and full of restraint.

      You nodded, turned and swiped the card to open the door. Stepping half inside you peeked around, your roommate wasn’t home yet. When you turned back to face Spencer, he was staring at you with such intensity it seemed to sear holes in you. Boldly, you took a step toward him. He immediately grabbed you by the waist and kissed you forcefully. Inside, he slammed you against the door to close it and swiped his tongue over your lips, then inside your mouth to explore. His hands were all over your body and yours tangled in his long, messy curls. When you felt his soft lips connect with the sensitive area of your neck, you moaned.

“Professor,” you squeaked. Your voice was full of need and earned a rough groan from him.

      He picked you up and set you on the counter in the small kitchen. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, looking into your eyes, grabbing the back of your neck and reattaching your lips. His words were sending a rush to your core; you needed more friction. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, his hardness now rubbing right against your beating core. He groaned and slowly grinded against you, making you want more. His tall lean figure against yours was too much to handle, it was overpowering and you couldn’t stop the soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

As his large hand massaged your breast and he continued to rock his hips against yours gradually at a faster pace, your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. 

He was in the middle of pulling off your shirt when a loud knock on the door made you freeze. He pulled away, eyes wide and lips swollen. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath.

“Who is it?” You called, your voice (and legs) shaking.

It turned out to be your roommate. The two of you swiftly fixed yourselves up and you opened the door. With the explained that you and the professor were just working on something more for tomorrow’s project session, he bid you goodnight and left hurriedly.

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      The next day you awoke not sure of how to go about things, or if you should just pretend that nothing had happened at all. But all that was not possible at all, you realised, when you saw him that morning. All the events of the previous night rushed at once into your mind and you bit your lip, it wasn’t over. He cleared his throat and shoved a hand into his pocket while addressing the group, his eye contact with you being only brief, yet strong.

During lunch break you wanted to speak with him, and found him in the cafeteria’s far end. Before coming around the corner, you stopped. He was on the phone.

“I know I know, Sweetness, I love you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes, he had a girlfriend. How could you be a wedge between his relationship, you had messed up real bad, but then again, he was the one who kissed you...

     You avoided him for the rest of the day, and the next even though he asked to see you twice. Finally you received a text “Can we talk, please?” Yet you still ignored him, and even forced yourself to spend your free time with the group. It wasn’t too difficult avoiding him, but on the last day it was announced that since the group did so well, they would be celebrating at the great club in town - accompanied by the teachers of course. 

      You groaned. Slowly, anger had started to rise up to you. He was the one who had known he had a girlfriend, not you. He could have stopped it at any moment, but he didn’t. It was infuriating. Revenge may be the best plot. So you put on the sexiest clothes you could find, and met up with the group.

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To be continued...  PART TWO AVAILABLE HERE: https://skei-seems.tumblr.com/post/642815872752353280/professor-reid-part-2

[mitts2002]

Band AU - Yuuji Itadori

Yuuji Itadori was very well known in Japan. His success had blossomed at a young age when he became the lead vocalist in a band of 8 official members. Being in the music industry was amazing for him especially the rock industry where he was able to care less about appearance and fashion and more about his music and the fans enjoyment. 

Yuuji was fortunate to have a career that seemed restricting to the public eye yet never restricted him. He could eat as much as he wanted and go out in public as long as he has some form of security. His label allowed the band to convey their musical creativity and display their individuality to the fans. Life couldn't be any better he thought.

That was until Yuuji had met you.

He always loved his record label and gave them high praise, he still does but was finally experiencing the restrictions many had spoken about. How has he just discovered the band or more specifically HE wasn't allowed to date. The poor boy couldn't even argue to his manager as he had stupidly signed the agreement without fully reading it.

“AHH WHAT DO I DO?“ Yuuji gripped his hair and cried out to his present members. 

‘well i say screw what the company says and go on a date with her right now whats the worst that can happen THEY FIRE YOU? NO ONE CAN REPLACE YUUJI KUN‘ The eldest and ironically the most childish member Gojo had advised.

“Yuuji if you take his advice for anything your destined to fail, honestly i think you should forget about her is she really that amazing“ Megumi replied without even at looking yuuji too engrossed in his food.

“HOW DARE YOU!? i will never forget my queen (Y/N) everything about her seems perfect for me. A match made in heaven! star lovers or whatever that quote is-”

“Are you tryna say star crossed lovers?” Megumi choked on his meal as he laughed at his dumb companion.

And so the whining and debating had continued going back and forth for quite a while. Some members arguing that he could hold off on love to focus on his career and others arguing that if he didn't make a stand now the company would never allow it in the future.

Eventually the group had decided that they would all visit the manager together and beg for Yuujis happiness and if that didn't work out they would threaten to leave the company for one that would allow them all to date.

Luckily for them the meeting had turned out to be shorter than expected but was lowkey embarrassing. Having 8 boys sit at a table ready to battle their manager who was actually pretty calm and agreed to the demands after 10 minutes of discussions was frustratingly anticlimactic. They had all agreed to change their contracts as long as they announce their relationships to the public eye once it becomes official to avoid conflicts meaning Yuuji had one thing left to do.

Actually ask (Y/N) out on a date!

(Y/N) obviously said yes to the adorable pink haired vocalist but the pair couldn't go out together in public so they decided to have the date at Yuujis place. You looked around the dorms which had a homely feeling and was nicely decorated with ornaments from tours, awards and many photos of the members.

"So yuuji what do you wanna- is that a karaoke machine!?" (Y/N)'s eyes sparkled at the little machine tucked away in the corner of the room.

"Ah yeah me and the guys love karaoke, I can set it up if you'd like but let's eat first you must be hungry"

"Oooh did you cook?"

"Yep and I kinda got carried away so please eat as much as you want"

"Alright then I have a big appetite so I don't plan on holding back"

(Y/N) didn't hold back and after the pair eventually finished all of the food and cleaned the kitchen the karaoke machine was calling their names.

"What song should we sing then?? I'm thinking some classic rock or maybe Mariah Carey they're always fun to attempt"

"(Y/N) were gonna absolutely ruin Mariah Carey songs if we do that....but that's the whole point of karaoke I guess LETS DO IT!!"

"Gosh don't scream into the mic were gonna start hearing the neighbours complain"

"Trust me babe the neighbours are gonna complain after they hear your voice" Yuuji smirked before getting smacked with a pillow

"Okay mister LEAD VOCALIST let's see if you can handle mariah"

"I CAN DO MORE THAN HANDLE HER"

"Ew don't say it like that it sounds weird"

They both laughed as the classic we belong together started playing. Yuuji for a vocalist surprisingly couldn't handle the notes at the end of the song and (Y/N)s performance was just tradgic, but they had fun and giggled and took way too many videos of the little karaoke night.

By the end of it Yuuji was sprawled against the table snacks and empty glasses surrounded him while (Y/N) layed on the sofa panting.

"I've never met someone who can sing so good yet so fucking bad at the same time"

"OH SHUT UP I was obviously dialing it down so your vocals could shine and even then they couldn't"

"Dont tease me! My singing was fine Mariah could never"

"Yea yea well how long is it gonna be till your brother gets here"

"He said he's 5 minutes away so I better grab my things"

A silence had fallen upon you both as yuuji handed over your jacket and you adjusted your crossbody bag.

"I had fun tonight. With you"

"Me too yuuji we should do this again sometime"

"Really! Whew I'm relieved I would love to go on some more dates but I wasn't quite sure how you felt"

"I feel like any girl who is asked out by you should feel blessed. Do you know how adorable and charming you are yuuju?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrow and yuuju giggled with a slight blush.

"I'm not adorable (Y/N) your meant to think I'm sexy" he whined out before realising what was said.

"WAIT NO I DIDNT MEA-"

"Who said I don't think your sexy Yuuji. A person can be cute and sexy at the same time"

A notification appeared on (Y/N)s phone displaying her brother had arrived and was waiting outside.

"I'll walk you to the car then"

"Such a gentlemen! And thanks for all this yuuji can't wait for our next date"

(Y/N) Slowly leaned in giving Yuuji a soft kiss to his cheek before walking out to the car. Yuuji also couldn't wait for his next date, plans and ideas already springing to mind.

[crowdedimagines]

Falling - Harry Styles

*obviously inspired by Falling, which i am OBSESSED with! *italics are from the past, a lot of this story will be from the past. *also, see if you catch some mini easter eggs to other songs from fine line (this wasn’t intentional, but for the timeline to work he never dated camille)

There’s no point in stopping the tears as they slowly stream down my face. As soon as I saw the tracklist to Harry’s new album I had a feeling this one would bring on the waterworks. Now that the album is officially released, I can hear what he’s been working on the past few months.

Falling.

A simple word with so much meaning behind it. It’s hard to fight off the memories of our relationship.

“-and this is the lovely, Y/n.” A friend introduces me to a small group of her friends at the party. She managed to drag me away from a conversation I was having to ‘meet some friends’. I smile and wave to all of the new faces, they go around and give me their names in return.

“Harry.” The last one speaks up, he raises his glass in a wave.

Our eyes pull together like magnets. I’m thankful for the darker lighting that is hiding the blush that creeps over my cheeks.

We all quickly dive into a conversation, everyone present being easy enough to talk to. They’re all lovely and fun people.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.” I announce as I get up from my spot.

“I’ll come with, mine seems to be empty too.” Harry grins and follows me back to the bar.

We both order our drinks and wait for them to be made. It takes a while, seeing how busy it is with all of the people here, but neither Harry or I mind. We immediately jump into a new conversation ranging from music, acting, and travel.

“You’ve never been to the UK?” Harry asks, utterly shocked.

“No.” I shake my head, laughing at his appalled reaction.

“How is that even possible? You’ve never had to film over there or anything?”

“I’ve been to Italy and France, but never your neck of the woods I suppose.” I let out a laugh.

He takes a sip of his drink, neither of us have made an effort to move back to the group since receiving them. I can see my friend giving two thumbs up over Harry’s shoulder. I’m sure this was some plan of hers to try and get us to hit it off.

“Well, you tell me when you’re free and we’ll go.” He smiles, “I’ll be your tour guide.”

God, I would love to take him up on that offer.

“Aren’t you going to be awfully busy with your first solo tour?”

“Ahh, you keep up with me then?” He smirks, I’m sure he’s enjoying that little ego boost.

“Pretty hard not to.” I roll my eyes, as if the pop star was so under the radar. “I can hardly leave my apartment in New York without coming across a billboard with your face plastered on it.”

“Well I’m sorry about that, love.”

“Don’t be, it’s a nice face to look at.”

It’s my turn now to smirk and notice Harry slightly thrown off.

“Tour doesn’t start for a month, pick a date before that and we’ll go.”

“You’re putting an awful lot of faith into someone you just met a half an hour ago.”

“I have faith in you, Y/n.”

“And why should I have faith in you?” I tease, “For all I know you could be a very creepy man.”

“Hey!” He laughs, “Haven’t you ever heard of treating people with kindness?”

The first time Harry and I ever met. That first night even, I knew that he was going to mean so much. I was proven correct a few weeks later when we actually did go to London together.

“Home sweet home.”

Harry opens the door wide enough so both of us and our luggage can fit. He’s invited me to stay at his flat, claiming it’s nicer than any hotel anyway. It’s also an obvious excuse for us to spend more time together just the two of us.

“It’s awfully gloomy here, strike one for London.” I joke.

“Hey! It’s late, you can’t judge it yet! Plus we just got off of a ten hour flight, you’re not in the right headspace.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I roll my eyes.

Harry and I have managed to grow so close in the short amount of time we’ve known each other. We met up several more times to somewhat plan the trip, Harry helped me pack claiming he would know what I would need better than I would.

We both laughed until we were crying, trying on the various clothes from my closet. Many random gems, things I’m almost positive Harry wants to steal.

We still haven’t defined what we are. Friends is the easiest way of putting it, but it doesn’t feel quite right. We flirt constantly and were touchy with each other, but we’ve never acted on anything.

“Alright, let’s find you a room.”

Harry takes my suitcase with him as he leads me into the rest of his house. We go up to the second floor and he opens the door to a large room. It’s decorated in simple white with hints of yellow.

“Cute.” I grin looking around the room.

“Y’like it?” He almost seems nervous. Giddy like an unsure child.

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

For the first time there’s an awkward pause. Just a few seconds of what to do, it’s really late and by the sounds of it we have plans for an early morning.

“Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, H.”

Harry leaves me to my room and goes to his own, which is conveniently across the hall.  

He wasn’t lying, the next day we are up bright and early. Too early, I might add.

“Y/n.” He taunts my name on the other side of the door.

“Too early.” I grumble, my face still half smashed into a pillow. I don’t even flinch hearing the door open.

“C’mon, Y/n. If you get up now we can go out for breakfast and go to the farmers market.” I feel the bed dip as he settles on the bed.

“Why can’t I sleep in and we just eat here?” I finally turn to face where’s he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, he has an amused look on his face.

“Because I’ve been in Los Angeles for the past two months. There’s quite literally no food here.”

I let out a groan and drop my head back down.

“I’m amazed with how cute you still look while so angry and having just woken up.”

“You’re such a kiss ass.” I grumble.

“Only for you.” He lightly smacks my ass before walking back out. “Let’s go, Y/Ln.”

I get up and look out the large window to see that it’s raining, but it looks like the sun is trying to come out. I settle on a comfortable outfit, tucking my hair back into a low bun. I wash my face and throw on a pair of sunnies.

“Ready?”

I nod and we take off. We walk to a diner that Harry loves going too, he claims that he gets cravings for it when he’s back in the states. I have to say, after eating there, I understand his hype.

Once were no longer hungry, we take off for the farmer’s market.

It’s cute to say the least. We pick up some organic veggies to cook with for dinner and we find some cheese and fresh bread.

“H, look!” I cross over from the tent we had been in to the one across the street.

“They’re beautiful!” I trail my fingers across all of the different bundles of flowers.

“I almost lost you.” Harry says after catching up.

“Look at how pretty they are!” I pick up a bundle of sunflowers.

“How much?” Harry asks before handing over more than enough for them.

“Gotcha!” Harry smiles looking down at his phone. I’m sure he’s taken yet another candid picture.

“For someone who doesn’t post on social media, you take an awful lot of pictures.” I bump his shoulder as we continue walking.

“Yeah, still like to have the memories.”

Harry and I spent two more days in London exploring more of the city before we decided to take a road trip to Holmes Chapel to see where Harry grew up. It was a long drive, but it was worth it to see Harry light up.

“That’s the bakery I used to work in.” He points out the car window.

“Don’t you want to stop?” I ask, watching him drive right by it.

“No, it’s kind of become a fan beacon now.” Harry explains.

We continue to drive through the town as he points out more spots from when he grew up. Or we sit in a comfortable silence just looking out at the scenery. I don’t notice we’ve arrived somewhere until Harry puts the car in park.

“Where are we?” I ask, looking at the house in front of us. It’s grown dark out, but the house looks warm and inviting.

“My mum’s house.” He quickly gets out of the car before I can ask a question.

“Harry!” I roll my eyes, following him to the door.

“What?” He grins looking over his shoulder. He knocks and it doesn’t take long for an answer to follow.

“Harry!” She pulls him in for a hug, the woman I can only assume is his mother.

They talk softly to each other and I feel as if I’m invading a very private moment.

“You’ve brought someone home?” She shouts with an excited voice. Without a pause, she pulls me in for an equally tight hug. She knocks the air out of my lungs, but I let out a laugh.

“In all these years, Harry’s never brought a girl home!”

“Mum!” Harry groans, a pink color taking over.

“Come in come in! I’m just finishing up supper.”

She disappears further into the house, once Harry and I step in, I can feel the warmth of the home and smell whatever she’s cooking.

“You brought me home to meet your mom!” I tease, turning to smack Harry lightly on the chest.

“No, she would just be upset if I was here and didn’t see here before leaving for a world tour.”

Bullshit.

“Harry, you’ve never brought a girl home before.” I smirk.

“Alright alright, I really like you. As if it wasn’t obvious enough before.” Harry admits, he successfully knocks the smile clear off my face.

“Are you going to say anything?” He asks, suddenly twisting the right on his fingers around out of nerves.

“I like you too.” I smile, “Duh.”

“Thank god.” He sighs, pulling me in for a hug.

“Alright, supper is- oh! You’re having a moment, I’ll go.” Anne rushes back to the kitchen. It would take a blind man to miss the smile and happy dance at seeing us like this.  

“She’s a sweetheart.” I pull back so I can look up

“Yeah, we’re a pretty charming family.”

“I can see that.”

After that it was bliss, Harry and I finally got together. Just in time for him to leave on tour. But we made it work, thankfully. Either I would fly out to whatever city he was in, or when he had extended breaks he would come see me on set. Any time we weren’t performing, we were facetiming. Or when the time differences didn’t work, we would leave each other long voicemails, just longing to hear the other’s voice.

By the time he finished his tour, and I finished my movie, we finally got to date like a normal couple and see each other regularly.

“Coming, coming!” I yell, rushing to my door to see who’s in a huge rush that causes them to knock repeatedly.

“I said-” Before I get a chance to yell when I swing the door open my jaw drops at the sight.  

“Hi, love.” He grins, a bundle of sunflowers in his hands.

“What are you doing here?” I peck his lips with mine and pull him in for a long hug, “You had things to finish up! I wasn’t supposed to get you home for another week!”

“I’m sorry, love, but I lied. I always knew I could sneak away.”

“That’s kind of evil.” I laugh pulling away, but still holding onto him.

“Which is why I have these.” He hands my the flowers.

“Thank you.” I grin, he follows me into my kitchen and watches as I put them in water.

“So, how does it feel to be all finished?” I ask.

“Good, it was really rewarding, but really exhausting. I’ve just been waiting to come home to you to be perfectly honest.”

“Well, here I am.” I smile, I take a seat on his lap. It’s good to have him here.

Beachwood Cafe. The coffee here doesn’t taste as good when it’s not filled with our laughter and deep conversations. It seems bitter without the games.This was our spot in Los Angeles. Early in our relationship we had stumbled upon the place and it became ours. The baristas growing accustomed to our orders and our stardom.

“You’re absolutely mad if you think that’s a word.” Harry says, his voice getting louder and gaining the attention of people around us. As if we weren’t already doing that. The cafe is always busy, but today it seemed like there were lots of people here.

“Have you ever played Scrabble? Of course this is a word!” I argue. Part of why we like the cafe is the bookshelf filled with board games. Every time we come Harry and I pick a new one we’ve never played together before. Today we settled on Scrabble even though it led to us bickering.

“I don’t like playing with a cheater.” He can’t even get away with it without smiling, but we continue the teasing fight for the fun of it. Banter is always entertaining.

“A cheater?” My voice raising as well, “Look it up!”

We both breakout in laughter over how stupid it is to be arguing about.

Still blissfully aware in our honeymoon phase which lasted way longer than any other relationship either of us have been in. If only I had known then how much worse the arguing would get.

“Harry, what’s happened to you?” I ask, tears freely falling to the floor. The tears being caused more by anger than hurt at this point.

“What do you mean?” His words slurred.

“You’re drunk again, of course.” I roll my eyes, leaving him on the bathroom floor to deal with himself.

“You’ve made a fool of me Harry!” I shout, letting my temper get the best of me, “Do you know how embarrassing you were tonight? Tonight was a big deal for me, I’ve never been the lead actress. You now what this premiere meant to me.”

“Love, I-” Harry follows me out of the bathroom into our bedroom. My attitude and hurt seems to have sobered him up a bit, though he is still far from dry.

“You got hammered before the movie could even start!” I huff, “You were loud and obnoxiously shouting about nonsense! Not to mention the fact that you flirted with nearly every person at the bar.”

“Y/n, it’s fine we-”

“No, it’s far from fine. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, since when have you felt most comfortable with a drink in your hand? Or a stranger on your arm? This isn’t new for you anymore, you’ve been acting like this for months.”

The silence coming from him proves I’m right.

“If it’s been months, why haven’t you said anything before now. We’ve been dating for nearly two years now, we live together. I would think you’re comfortable enough to tell me you think I’m a drunk.” Harry sasses back.

“I’ve tried! You just get rude or you don’t even remember it in the morning.” I push my hair back out of my face, “The only difference it, tonight was my breaking point.”

I walk to my closet and grab a bag and start shoving essentials in it.

“No, Y/n, wait.” Harry follows me, he takes the bag from my hand and starts pulling things back out.

“Harry stop!” My voice rising louder than it ever has in this house, “Enough. I’m done. We are finished.”

Harry suddenly drops the bag and stumbles back out of the closet. I manage to repack the bad come out to see Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at his shoes.

“I’ll send someone to get the rest of my stuff. You can buy out my half of the lease.”

After that night, I never looked back.

The song ends and I turn off my phone and set it down. I wipe away any remnants at eyes, the tears long dried. Before I can spend any more time thinking about him or the way things used to be, I get dressed for the day. Harry was right about one thing.

I’ll never need him again.

[fic-a-rooney]

Words of Encouragement

Fandom: Diary of a Future President/Andi Mack crossover 

Ship: Tennis Boyfriends (Tyrus cameo) 

Word Count: 892 

Request: @abg-blah​-  Fic request: High school Tyrus runs into middle school disasters Cartero and help them work through unknown gay feelings? 

Synopsis: Bobby didn't expect much from his trip to high school, but a certain pair of boys helped put things into perspective for him.  

“Alright everyone,” the teacher announced, “your High School Partner that was assigned to you will come to you. They’ll be able to find you with your nametags. Feel free to ask them any questions you have.”

As part of a program at Orange Bay Middle, 8th graders were assigned to visit certain high schools to prepare themselves for next year. And in that group of 8th graders were Bobby and Liam.

They stood by each other in the high school auditorium, waiting for their High School Partners to approach them. Then two slightly older boys walked towards them.

The shorter of the two, whose nametag read Cyrus, stuck his hand out towards Bobby.

“Hi! I’m Cyrus, nice to meet you!”

Bobby was caught off guard at the boy’s enthusiasm but shook his hand regardless.

“Uh, hi. Bobby.”

The boy next to Cyrus, TJ was the name on his shirt, stepped up slightly in front of him.

“Sorry about him. I’m TJ, and” he pointed to Liam, “you must be Liam.”

Liam looked down at his nametag and smiled back up at TJ.

“Yep, looks like it.”

TJ let out a silent chuckle and walked up to Liam, draping his arm over his shoulder.

“I like this guy.” He looked at Cyrus.  “I’ll talk to him over here, meet you back here?”

Cyrus smiled gently at the boy and nodded. TJ returned the gesture, walking Liam and himself to a different area in the auditorium, the same as the other pairs of people did.

“So…” Cyrus sat down in the nearest seat in the auditorium, Bobby soon taking a seat beside him.

“How did you like the tour of the school?”

Bobby nodded with a tight-lipped smile. “It was chill.”

“Chill! Okay, that’s good.” Then Cyrus got a slightly confused expression. “At least I think that’s good. I don’t know what words mean what anymore. Like the word ‘sick’. It sounds bad but it means good.” Cyrus decided to stop his rambling, sensing Bobby’s wide eyes on him.  “So, just to clarify, chill means good, right?”

Bobby couldn’t help chuckling at the older boy. “Yeah. It’s good.”

“Good. Good.”

The boys sat in awkward silence. Bobby couldn’t help but look over to where Liam was. He and TJ were laughing about something, and Bobby couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Liam’s happy face.

Cyrus leaned in closer to Bobby and followed his eye-line. He looked back and forth between the boy and what he was looking at, or more so, who he was looking at. As he kept looking at Bobby’s expression, he couldn’t help but find a sense of familiarity. He decided to approach the topic with caution.

“So, that Liam guy.”

Bobby got out of his Liam-induced-trance when he realized that Cyrus was watching him stare. He gave a nervous smile when he looked back at him.

“Yeah, what about him?”

“You guys just seem pretty…” Cyrus’s hands fiddled with each other, trying to think of the correct term to say, “close.”

Bobby nodded and smiled.

“Yeah, Liam and I are…”

Bobby took a glance at Liam again, trying to keep the disappointment off his face as he finished his sentence.

“good friends.”

“Ahh.” Cyrus nodded with a smile on his face and leaned back in his seat. “You’re still in the ‘just friends’ phase. I know your pain.”

Bobby chuckled nervously at the implication of Cyrus’s words. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Cyrus gave Bobby a knowing look. “The way you stare at him. It seems, and forgive me if I’m wrong, like a more-than-friends relationship.”

Bobby’s mouth opened and closed. Cyrus, not wanting the boy next to him to feel like he’s judging him, decided to continue talking.

“It’s okay. I don’t mean to pry. I’m sorry if I overstepped. I just wanted you to know, I know what you’re feeling.”

Bobby looked back at Cyrus, silently prompting him to go on.

“I was just friends with a guy once. And I liked him. And a big part of me was afraid to let him know.” Cyrus silently laughed at himself. “Actually a big part of me is afraid of everything.”

He shook his head as he got back on topic. “The point is that the fear almost stopped me from telling him. But in the end, it all worked out.”

Cyrus gave a soft smile as he directed his gaze towards TJ and Liam. TJ somehow felt his boyfriend’s eyes on him, smiling back and giving a small wave.

Bobby watched the interaction, admiring the way the two boys looked at each other. And he already knew he looked at Liam that way. He could only hope Liam would look at him the same way.

When Cyrus looked away and focused back on Bobby, he placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Just give it time. And take a chance. Things will work out. I can promise you that.”

Bobby gave Cyrus a grateful smile.

With his encouragement, Bobby would finally tell Liam how he felt about him.

And Cyrus would talk to TJ later and discover that Liam and he had a similar conversation.

Bobby already had it imagined in his head. They’d be together, TJ and Cyrus would go on double dates with him, it would be great.

And Bobby couldn’t wait.

[moon-yeongjun]

The Gay Cousin Pt. 1 || Moon Bros

Summary: Jun and Tae’s cousins from Canada zoom in... and reveal a pretty shocking secret! 

TW: anxiety, thoughts/mentions of homophobia (no actual homophobia expressed) 

@moon-yeongtae

JUN: A couple of times a year, the Moon family skyped the other Moon family. It happened only on your standard occasions: Chuseok and Christmas. Much more common were phone calls to Eomma’s extended family still living in Korea-- her cousins and aunts and uncles, most of whom Jun had never met. 

But the other Moons-- his father’s younger brother’s family who had immigrated as well, but to Canada, not England. Well, they were like Santa Claus. Or a unicorn. Popped up, said hi, sent cards but only over email. In fact, there were times they could not work out the time difference between Toronto and Swynlake and so they missed the Skype call. 

But not these days. Oh no, these days, ever since Abeoji died, Eomma was making a real effort to keep in touch with Nam-seok and his two sons. Whether it was out of guilt or maybe her way of feeling closer to her late husband, Jun didn’t know. 

He also didn’t argue though when she told all the Moons that it was Jacob’s birthday in a few days and they were going to Skype him from his new apartment. 

“After church, this Sunday, so no plans!” Eomma said fiercely to all of them, waving a knife in the air. She glared more fiercely at Star, who was truly going through the rebellious-teen-phase on behalf of both goody-two-shoes Sky and eager-to-please Sunny, and was texting at the table. 

“But Eomma, I was going to go over to Janet’s--”

“No. Jacob emailed me, eh? We’re doing it. No excuse.” 

And so now it was Sunday, at 2:26 p.m., which was 9:26 a.m. in Toronto, which seemed pretty early for a 25-year-old (and shouldn’t he be going to church too? Jun was not going to point this out to Eomma, for Jacob’s sake). They gathered around Jun’s laptop as he logged onto Zoom, which was much better than Skype, he told Eomma. 

“Agh, your butt is too big, Star!” yelped Sunny behind. Sunny and Star were fighting for Jun’s nice desk chair, trying to shove each other off with their hips. 

“I called it!” 

“Aish, girls!” Eomma snapped. “Sky, put the book down.” 

“We’re not even on yet?” Sky huffed, not lowering her book. 

Jun rolled his eyes and glanced at Tae. Who knew that Tae would be the best behaved of his siblings? Not him. Though, his brother was almost 18 now, so maybe his bad attitude really was just a symptom of those early teens, like the girls now. 

Just then, his screen began to ring. “Yah, he’s calling!” Jun announced. 

Eomma ripped the book from Sky’s hands. “Okay everyone, be nice or I’ll kill you!” 

The next moment, his cousin appeared: Jacob with his big grin, which immediately reminded Jun of Tae. But that was about the only resemblance. Jacob was blond now! Aish! A second after, his other cousin leaned in onto the screen: Kevin, with his hipster glasses, wearing a beanie even though it was spring there, unruly hair poking out. Too long, thought Jun. What was with kids these days and growing their hair so long? “Yooooooo, Moon fam, hi!” Kevin said. 

“Gomo, hello hello!” sweet Jacob said, waving both his hands. “How’s everyone doing?” 

TAE: 

When Tae was younger, he used to wish he belonged to the other part of the Moon family. It wasn't because he hated his life or anything even though he sort of did sometimes (at least back then), it was because they just seemed so much cooler! Like right now his cousins were smiling so big and Jacob had dyed his hair blonde! Tae had a feeling that if he tried to dye his hair blonde his eomma would try to slap some sense into him with a kitchen spoon! Ha! 

"We're great," Tae said, leaning closer to the screen and blocking his sisters' view of the screen and smiling big in return. They didn't need to see anyway. 

Predictably, though, the second he was fully in the way he felt shoving at his back. 

"Oppa you're in the way! We can't see!" 

"You don't need to see anyway," he said and laughed when Star yanked him backward by the shirt. "I like your hair! How long did it take to turn it blond?" 

"Like, a long time," Jacob said with a laugh. "It looks good though so it was worth it." 

"Maybe I'll do it next," Tae said and smiled really big. "Eomma will help me, right, Eomma?"

JUN: 

Aish, was Tae trying to pick a fight? He took back what he was thinking about one minute earlier: Tae had not grown out of his annoying teenager phase at all. He was still in it, a troublemaker to the end. Because he knew! Oh he knew, he heard the fights between Star and Eomma as Star pushed and pushed. It had taken her almost a full six months to convince Eomma to let her and Sunny dye bleach their hair in the first place. And she’d not even asked about the blue colour, just showed up, tossing those locks and letting Eomma lose her mind. 

Remember what Eomma had just said too? Behave. Picking a fight in front of their cousins was not behaving. 

“I think Star has more experience with that,” said Jun swiftly, so Eomma did not have to answer. Eomma nodded, not adding anything else, which Jun knew was because she did not like the idea of Tae-- any of her children-- dying their hair at all. 

“Yes! Girl, I saw your Insta pics, that blue was so cute!” Jacob said. 

“Fire!” Kevin added, putting his hand to his mouth like a megaphone. 

Star preened. “Thanks! It was super hard to manage though and like, washed out to this ugly green colour.” 

“Right, yeah, I get that,” said Jacob. “So what’s everyone doing?”

“No, you tell us about you, you are both so busy,” Eomma interrupted with a smile. “I see Jacob’s graduation pictures?”

“Right, yes! I finished my Masters in Music Ed,” said Jacob. “Kevin’s still working on his degree, he’ll be done in like no time though. And then I just moved here! Ahh, first place of my own! Well, not like on my own, on my own, but you know--” 

Eomma clapped her hands lightly. “That’s so wonderful! So responsible. You have a job?” 

“Um, yes, but not actually teaching music yet!” Jacob laughed. “I’m just like, working in a restaurant right now.” 

“Music is a very hard degree to find a job for,” said Jun. Then flinched as he felt Eomma pinch him. He shot her a confused look. What! It was! Who could get a degree in music education and expect to make real money?! 

“Haha, yeah it is but like, I just graduated so I mean, I’ll be interviewing for stuff for next school year.” Jacob went on like he didn’t notice. “But so wait, no, everyone tell me what’s up! Tae, aren’t you going to uni soon?” 

TAE:

Tae's smile fell for a moment before he could control himself but he quickly recovered, pasting it back in place. The thing was, theoretically? Yes, Tae was supposed to be going to uni soon. Actually, he was supposed to be going to uni next year if everything had gone the way it was supposed to, but he was a giant failure of a human being and had to repeat an entire year. 

He didn't really want to get into all of that, obviously, so he just kind of smiled and nodded. "I still have one more year before I have to get into that, but yeah, I can already tell that year is going to go by fast."

There, that was much easier than talking about how he felt like an utter failure and like he was too stupid to ever get into any uni, right? Perfect! 

"Jun-hyung is really doing great with the store, too! We actually have employees now and he's even dating one of them." 

He looked over to his hyung with s little wince, hopeful that Jun would take pity on him and not kill him later. 

I'm sorry, he tried to communicate with his eyes. I just can't talk about uni. 

JUN: 

Now this wasn't fair. Why should Jun have to suffer because Tae was irresponsible and lazy and didn't study enough or own up to his choices???! 

Okay, maybe that was putting it all a little harshly but Jun was not feeling very forgiving when Tar mentioned the g word. 

Girlfriend. 

His cousins were going to gobble that up, two hungry hyenas scenting gossip.

And sure enough, both Kevin and Jacob gasped. 

"Yooooooooo no way! But wait-- wait wait, what about Tiffany?" exclaimed Kevin. 

" They broke up! Kevin that was in Gomo's Christmas email! I'm sorry Gomo, I swear he read it--" 

"Course I read it, I just forgot! Tiffany was around forever!" 

"Anyway, this new girl? Tell us about her!" Jacob beamed. 

Jun would rather not. He would rather do anything but talk about Haru. He needed to say something fast though or else-- 

Already too late. Jun's one second grimace opened the window for Eomma. 

"Oh she's wonderful! Her name is Haru, she is Japanese but very beautiful! Very polite and friendly and she goes to church--" 

Jun cleared his throat. "Yes, we are still getting to know each other. It's new." 

"Well she has worked for us for a year, that isn't very new--" Star said with a smirk like the traitor she was. 

"Don't you want to show us your new place, Jacob?" interrupted Jun maybe a little desperately, who could say! 

"Oh yeah, Zoom tour!" Kevin flashed rock our signs. 

"Definitely! I was just hoping we could wait for--" Jacob turned at that moment. "Did you hear that? Oh I think he's here! Wait just one minute everyone!" Jacob waved a hand and then scurried out of the room. 

Kevin leaned in to the screen. "Soooooo… anyone else got any hot significant others, hmmm? Star-- Tae, my man??"

TAE:

“Ha,” he blurted, and then instantly he panicked and shut his mouth. 

Tae had literally been about to say he had the hottest one. It had been right there on the tip of his tongue, because any chance to talk about how hot Nemo was was something he wanted to take advantage of. Then he remembered that most of his family had absolutely no idea he was gay and if his eomma knew that about him she’d probably tell him he was going to hell. 

This zoom call was quickly turning into a nightmare. Not only was he forced to think about how dumb he was, now he had to think about how closeted he was too. He wanted to leave, but he couldn’t, so he sat there and tried to keep a smile on his face while Star babbled on about someone in her class and all her boyfriends or whatever she was talking about. 

If Tae had been panicking a little bit less, he might’ve caught it. He might’ve been able to prepare himself for what he was about to see because all the hints were there. No one was trying to hide anything at all. 

Jacob had clearly said he’s here and then right after that, Kevin had asked if anyone else had any hot significant others. So yeah, Tae should’ve been prepared when Jacob walked back into the frame holding an unfamiliar boy’s hand. 

He should’ve been prepared, but he wasn’t. 

In fact, when he saw Jacob walk back into the frame, everything around him went black and he stopped breathing while he gripped his chair so hard his fingers hurt. He was going to pass out. 

Tae looked over at his eomma, trying to read her expression, but all he saw was a blank stare. 

“Tae!” 

Tae blinked and the world filled back in around him. Star was pushing at his back and giggling. “Aren’t you going to say hi? Jacob is introducing his boyfriend!” 

“Right, sorry! Hey, it’s nice to meet you,” Tae said with a respectful little bow of his head. 

JUN: 

From Jun’s point of view, it went like this: 

“Star’s flirting with like six different guys right now,” Sky spoke for the first time, right after Tae’s very strange squeak. Jun met Sky’s eyes for a beat, his own eyebrows furrowing down for a moment. Did Sky…? But he thought only Sunny--

“Oh my god, am not,” groaned Star. “Sides, Eomma won’t let me date yet anyway.” 

“You’re too young,” said Eomma. “Whoever these boys are too, stop flirting with them--”

“I’m not flirting! I’m friends with them. You won’t let me go out with Tyler--”

“Ooooh, who’s Tyler?” said Kevin, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“A friend,” said Star, looking very pointedly at Eomma. 

And this was when the door opened and Jacob returned with another boy. He looked Korean, maybe-- was he Korean?-- with short black hair and thick-framed, stylish glasses. He carried coffees with him and a large, friendly smile. But that smile was nothing compared to his cousin’s. His cousin’s smile had crinkled his eyes into precious rainbows and he squeezed the boy’s arm once--

And Jun knew, right before Jacob said anything, but not fast enough to suddenly smash his hand on the keyboard and instantly disconnect them. The panic seized his throat. 

“Gomo, everyone, I wanted you guys to meet my boyfriend. This is David!”

“Hey everyone, I’ve heard so much about you,” said this David as he pulled up a chair. He grinned again, leaning closer to the screen. “Seriously, Jacob is always talking about his cool British cousins.” 

“Wait, I’m screaming!” squealed Star (not actually screaming). “You have a boyfriend?”

“It’s nice to meet you!” piped in Sunny, and Sky echoed her, “Nice to meet you!” 

Jun, meanwhile, was trying not to look at Tae, but could not help himself. And so he kept jumping his eyes around like he was following the path of a fly in the air. Look up, look to the side, look at the mouse, okay, look at Tae--!

Tae looked like he’d been punched in the face.

Eomma looked like she was listening to some very serious news. 

“Yes, very good to meet you,” said Eomma finally, after Tae had spoken too. She smiled very politely. “How do you know Jacob?” 

“We went to school together,” said David. “Undergrad, I mean.”

“We started dating our third year,” added Jacob. His knee was bouncing, Jun could see it on the screen. Ah, so he was nervous too. Good, he should be, he might have just exploded the Moon families forever! This was sabotage! What was he thinking?! “So it’s our third year together. So we decided to get a place. He’s great,” Jacob gushed. “I mean, totally genius level smart, he works at an engineering firm.” 

“Yeah, David’s awesome,” chimed in Kevin. 

“What do your parents do?” asked Eomma. 

“They’re both teachers actually,” said David. “That’s how they met, uh, in their PhD programs. My mom mostly does after school tutoring in sciences, but my baba’s a professor at McGill.” 

“Oh, very impressive,” said Eomma. She pressed her lips together. Jun was staring at her; he could not look away. “And has David met your appa and eomma, Jacob?” 

“Yes,” said Jacob with a nod. “Yes, yeah. That’s one of the reasons I wanted you guys to meet him too, you know? We’ve just been dating so long it felt silly at some point, haha!” 

TAE:

Tae was having a heart attack. 

They’d learned all about it in school--the sweaty palms, the shortness of breath, the unbearable pain in the left side of the chest. He was absolutely going to die right here in this chair while talking to his cousins from Canada. Or he was going to puke. One of those two things was going to happen and it was the most important thing in the world that he not give any of that away with his face. He had to remain still. He had to remain stoic. He was not allowed to talk. 

He heard everything Jacob was saying. They’d been dating for a long time. They’d been together so long, actually, that Jacob’s new apartment was actually Jacob and David’s new apartment and his parents knew all about it and they still loved him. They loved him enough for Jacob to think it was a good idea to introduce David to their family. 

Their very traditional, Christian family. 

Yep. 

Tae was actually dying. 

The screen in front of him started to waver. Actually, the whole room kind of looked a little misty, and Tae realized there were tears in his eyes. His Eomma was barely moving. She was talking, but they were like short little clipped sentences and Tae was so afraid of what she was going to say when they ended the call. He didn’t want to hear it. 

Slowly, Tae looked over at Jun, his eyes big and pleading. He didn’t know what he wanted his hyung to do, but he needed to get out of this. He didn’t want to be here anymore. 

A hand, small and warm, was suddenly covering his where he was gripping the chair with all his strength and he looked down to see it was Sunny. She’d leaned forward just a little to reach him and Tae had to cough to cover what sounded suspiciously like a sob. Ha.

He couldn’t think about David meeting his aunt and uncle. He couldn’t think about how cute it probably was and how much they probably loved their son’s boyfriend. If he did, he’d start wondering if it would ever happen for him. 

He’d start thinking about bringing Nemo over to his eomma and telling her they were dating. He’d start imagining how happy she would be for them and how supportive she would be when he said they were going to move in together. He’d start daydreaming about what it would be like to live with Nemo and how happy he would be because his family could come visit them and they could cook dinner and entertain and--

He pulled his hand away from Sunny’s and wrapped his arms around his knees. 

JUN: 

Tae looked at Jun the way he used to when he was just a kid. It had been a long time since Jun had seen that sweet boy in his brother’s face. Those big eyes, that nervous lip. He was five years old and crying about his scabbed knees. He was six and begging Jun for chocolates. He was seven and teary-eyed as he struggled with his maths homework, Jun sitting with him at the kitchen table.

And Jun wished he were the hyung he had been all those years ago-- bad hair and acne but all the time in the world to answer to his brother’s needs. He’d once been a superhero, the smartest person Tae ever knew! There was nothing he could not fix!

But this. 

This was Tae, eight years old, asking him not to go away to university. That had been the first time that Jun had ever broken a promise and let his brother down. 

And here he was again. He stared back helplessly. What could he do, eh? Stop the call abruptly? Make an excuse for Tae that wouldn’t upset Eomma? Turn back time, call his cousin, tell him that coming out was a bad idea?

And was it?

Jun could not say. Eomma was not causing a scene. She had not shut down. She was not as happy as before, but maybe it was a shock, or maybe the slight had nothing to do with Jacob bringing a boyfriend, and instead it was about him bringing anyone at all to a family call. 

Jun would just have to wait and see. 

And so he sat there. Just like Tae sat there. He sat there, failing his brother all over again. 

“Well I think that’s all super awesome!” blurted Sunny, proving to be more useful than Jun. “Maybe we could visit you guys one day!” 

“Totally!” said Jacob.

“Oh yeah, the first ever Moon family reunion!” said Kevin as he pumped his fist. “Man, we’d gotta get some of the O-G Moons.” 

“O-G?” David snorted. 

“He’s talking about the real Koreans,” said Jacob. “In Korea.” 

“You... are real Koreans--” David started. 

“Point is, all the Moons!” Kevin said. “One day! Would be fun.” 

Jun could only nod and press his lips together. At least they were not talking about David anymore, not really, eh? Best keep it that way. Maybe that was what Jun could do. “So eh, you wanted to give  a tour of the apartment?” He prompted. 

The rest of the call was mostly that. Jacob walked them around their place. They had been in the spare room, which was mostly an ‘office’, but Jun saw the massive computer screen and knew it was a gaming computer, mhm. And then there was a rather new kitchen, brand new appliances, David bragged. David also talked a lot about some of the apartment complex amenities, the on-site gym, a movie theater big enough for a group of say, eight to ten. He was proud, Jun saw that-- it was an expensive place, and no doubt he was covering most of it for Jacob. Jun wondered about that aspect of their relationship, he wondered if Jacob really was ready for it all, only 25 years old, on the cusp of his start of career, to depend on someone else… 

And then the bedroom, which they did not spend much time in, because they wanted to show the bathroom with its nice sized tub.

And then the balcony, which had a nice view of Toronto. Star sighed dreamily. “I wanna live in a city like that one day!” 

And then they all said their goodbyes. “This was so fun, I’m so glad you guys could call in,” said gentle, naive Jacob. He did not seem to suspect anything. Maybe he was hiding it. Maybe not. 

Eomma stood up first as the Zoom ended. “He is doing very well,” she said. “What a beautiful place to live, eh? See, this is what happens when you study hard.” She looked at Tae sternly. 

“Tae, I need your help!” Jun blurted at that moment, slapping the arm of his chair and making his sisters flinch. “With-- there’s-- the thing, you know, I told you to do this morning. You didn’t do it.” 

TAE:

The second his hyung spoke, Tae jumped out of his chair and nodded, heading to the back door where he kept his mud boots. He couldn’t breathe. The air in their house had gotten too thick  and every time Tae tried to take a breath it stuck in his lungs, gummy and wet. 

His eomma hadn’t looked happy. In fact, she hadn’t looked much of anything, her face kind of a blank slate, and Tae’s brain had absolutely no problem projecting all of his fears onto that blank slate. She’d been disgusted. She’d been upset, mad, disappointed. 

That last one really was the worst one for Tae. 

Pulled his boots up over his jeans and stomped down the stairs, heading toward the barn with one thought swirling through his head over and over and over. You’re already such a disappointment, and when she finds out you’re gay that’ll be the last straw. 

It was true, though, wasn’t it? He’d failed a grade. Now, the second time he’d done this school year, he was passing, but just barely. He was stupid. He was a giant idiot and his eomma knew that. That’s why she’d taken that dig at him, told him that if he studied hard he could have a nice apartment like Jacob. 

Tae hated Jacob. 

Well, no, he didn’t hate Jacob, but the jealousy burned through his bones and left him shaking and empty, barely able to stand. Wait. He wasn’t standing. 

Tae looked down at his hands and found them covered in dirt. He was on his knees behind the chicken coop, his chest heaving as his heart attack finally caught up with him. He was going to die. It was kind of a relief actually, because now he wouldn’t have to come out to his eomma at all. He’d just die and be buried in a cute little grave and she could cry and say he’d had so much potential and maybe she’d even believe it because he hadn’t lived long enough for her to see how wrong she was. 

He should probably call Nemo before he died, his brain offered up, but he’d left his phone in the house and it was probably better this way anyw--

A loud, rasping sound caught Tae’s attention and he looked around, his eyes wide and wet, until he realized it had come from him. 

“I can’t,” he was saying. “I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” 

JUN: 

Tae hopped up right away. Good, good, that was what Jun wanted. Jun could not follow his brother as quickly though, caught in the dynamics of the Moon women before he could escape. This mostly consisted of Star gripping at his arm and saying, “Junnie oppaaaa, you need to post a picture of you and Haru on Instagram, so Jacob can see her!” 

“I don’t have a personal Instagram,” Jun said and tried to drag his arm away. 

“Ugh, I’m making you one, that’s so sad,” said Star. 

“Posting a picture would be good, Junnie,” said Eomma. “Maybe Facebook?”

“No one uses Facebook anymore, Eomma!” said Star. 

“Aish, that’s not true, I use Facebook all the time,” said Eomma. 

“I have to-- help Yeong-tae--” Jun cleared his throat and managed to squeeze out this time around, leaving talks of Facebook and selfies behind.

But not Jacob. 

No, he carried that with him as he went outside. He had no idea where Tae would have gone, considering that Jun did not actually give him a task. He headed toward the chickens though, because that seemed to be a good distance from the house. And sure enough-- there was his brother-- on his knees. 

Jun stopped, still far away as though he’d stepped in mud and it had sucked his feet down. He did not know what to do. Jun was not someone who comforted others-- not well. Whenever Tae had cried on his shoulder in the past year, he had sat like a useless, limp pillow, just there to be grabbed onto. He did not know what he’d say to Tae now either. He didn’t know how Eomma felt. Maybe she’d never talk about it, and maybe that was a good thing? Maybe later today, she’d rant about it all much too harshly. Jun could make Tae no promises.

Perhaps he should just leave. Hadn’t he already failed his brother enough today? Space could be what Tae needed, just...space, and time, so he could calm down…

This was not the right answer, Jun knew that and so he hesitated, second after second, before finally forcing his feet to move.

“Tae-yah, what are you doing? Get up, come on now,” said Jun, and he reached down to help Tae onto his feet again. His hands went clumsily up to his brother’s face, wiping away the tears over his splotchy red cheeks. “Look at me, eh? Why are you crying?” It was a genuine question, but also Jun felt like Tae needed something firm right now-- someone to keep him grounded, not have him spin off into whatever painful scenarios he was concocting in his head. “Eomma doesn’t know about you, okay? You’re okay. This is a good thing--” 

He said it. And he believed it.

His hands moved down to grip his brother’s shoulders. “You aren’t alone anymore, don’t you see that? Jacob understands you, eh? He knows exactly what you’re going through!” 

TAE:

“He doesn’t!” Tae heard himself say. 

He wasn’t being fair, but he didn’t want to be fair. He wanted to be Jacob. 

“He doesn’t know anything. Jacob--his eomma probably didn’t care at all! She probably smiled and hugged him and told him to bring David over for dinner and our Eomma just stared at him like he was gum stuck on the bottom of her s-shoe.” 

Tae’s sobs caught up with him and his whole body shook. He didn’t care if what he was saying was true or not because in this moment it was how he felt. Alone. 

Except Tae wasn’t alone, and for a moment, it was like he was six all over again. Jun-hyung, was standing here with him, his hands on his shoulders, and telling him everything was going to be okay. 

Why couldn’t he live in a world where who he loved didn’t matter? He was a good person! Or, he tried to be at least. Sometimes he got a little bit angry and he was definitely short-tempered but...he just wanted his family to love him. He just wanted to be accepted. 

“Hyung, you can’t let her hate me,” he said, his voice a little smaller--like maybe if he said it quiet enough the universe wouldn’t get any ideas. Hot tears slipped down his cheeks and  Tae gripped at the hem of his hyung’s shirt. “She’s going to hate me, but you can’t let her.”

JUN: 

“She won’t hate you,” said Jun. “I promise.” 

It was not something he should promise.

But Jun had always felt this way, since Tae came out to him-- that there could be no other alternative. He could not imagine his loving eomma turning on one of her own children like that, no matter what she believed or didn’t believe. And really, did they know? A belief in God did not mean a belief that all gay people should be damned. He had seen plenty of Christians to argue the opposite: that God meant love, and love was for all of His children. 

Maybe Eomma would be shocked, maybe she would be-- disappointed or confused. That was what Jun tried to find on Eomma’s face when Jacob had introduced his boyfriend, but she had been much too polite about it all for him to figure it out. And yes, those emotions might hurt Tae too, but it couldn’t be hate. Never hate. 

Jun wished his promise could secure that. He would trade anything in order to give Tae that peace of mind.

As it was, he could only fumble his way through this like always. “Tae-yah,” he said then gently. “You should talk to Jacob again. You don’t know what it might be like for him. He was probably scared too, even if our gomo did accept him right away. I’m telling you, this is good.” He said it again, wiped his brother’s face again. “No matter what happens with Eomma, you will always have family, see? Me, and our sisters, and Jacob and Kevin-- and yes, even Gomo. So many people are going to be there for you.”  

TAE:

His hyung was right. Tae knew his hyung was right and he shouldn’t be scared, but it was just so hard not to be. He took a deep, shaky breath and nodded his head. And when he really thought about it, maybe he was just a little bit less scared now than he had been before, because Jacob had come out and nothing had caught on fire. His eomma’s head didn’t explode and she didn’t start praying for him immediately and saying he was going to go to hell. So really, it had been a little bit like a test run and no one had died. 

Now that he was a little more calm, Tae really wanted to know how Jacob had done it. 

“I--Yeah I think I want to talk to him,” he said in a small voice, still holding onto his hyung’s shirt. “And I think I want to tell Sky and Star too. I think they should know.”

A small seed was starting to bloom bright with hope inside of Tae’s chest and he wanted to water it. He wanted to give it all of his energy until he wasn’t scared at all anymore. He leaned into Jun and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight and pressing his cheek to his chest.

“Thank you, hyung,” he said, and he meant it so much. “Thank you for helping me.” 

Maybe it was stupid, but what Tae really wanted now was Nemo. He wanted to tell Nemo all of his feelings. He wanted to explain to him that maybe he was ready, but he was also still so scared and he wanted Nemo to hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay just like his hyung was doing now. 

Tae felt safe in his brother’s arms and he wanted to tell Nemo about that too. He wanted to tell Nemo that his hyung was a hero. 

“You--I wouldn’t be able to do this without you,” he said, still mumbling. “You’re a good hyung.”

[sleephyjhs]

You Come Out as Bisexual (Reaction)

[ requested / masterlist ]

a/n :: i’ve watched many coming out videos and have asked people who have come out themselves about their experience, but as this is something i’ve never done, i apologise if it seems unrealistic or reaching at some points.

KSJ

You’d spent the whole week figuring out how you were going to tell Seokjin, your best friend of many years, that you were bisexual. For the first time after months of different partners and experiences, you finally felt comfortable in the identity you had decided for yourself. Now that your parents were out of the way, the next person was Seokjin.

All in all, Jin was a very open and accepting person. No matter what you had to tell him before, he always seemed to take it better than you expected. Despite your certainty he would be just fine with your determined sexuality, a small fragment of you couldn’t help but worry.

You chose the car as the place to break it to him. Although there were thousands of better locations to come out, you worked out that a moving car lowered tb e possibility of him being able to walk out on you.

After a selection of karaoke songs and still a decent half hour to your destination, you turned down the volume to get his attention, “There’s something I want to tell you, Jin,” he raised his eyebrows without saying a thing to let you know he was all ears, “I’m bisexual.”

There was a brief pause between your words and his response; a pause that felt like forever, “Okay.”

“That’s it? Okay?”

“Well, your sexuality doesn’t negatively impact me or anybody else so there’s nothing for me to be mad about. But hopefully, you’re happier knowing more about yourself and your identity than you perhaps did before. And so I’m happy for you.” Seokjin flashed you a smile. Your eyes couldn’t help but become watery at his interesting but accepting reply to your news. Thanking him would never do your relief justice.

MYG

You knew well that Yoongi’s schedule was packed to the brim. He’d hardly come home in the past week. Sleeping at the studio every other night had become his routine.

Tonight, however, he’d assured you that he would be there to spend what little time he had with you. What he didn’t know is that you were preparing to tell him a secret you’d kept to yourself for a while now.

After three years of dating, you should have known you could have told Yoongi anything. But for some reason, announcing your sexuality to him felt a thousand times more difficult. You’d never seen him properly angry and your biggest fear was that tonight would be the first time.

You gave Yoongi a little while to settle down after coming home. Eating together wasn’t something you were able to do often, so you took your time to enjoy it while it lasted, “Can I talk to you about something?”

He nodded aimlessly, still chewing the last few strips of beef, “I’ve been thinking about this for some time, I just hope it doesn’t change anything between us,” You started, which caught his definite attention. Yoongi held your stare as you spluttered, “Yoongi, I’m bisexual.”

You watched with sullen eyes as his face fell to the table. Was he just processing your words, or was he reconsidering your entire relationship? It wasn’t unusual for Yoongi to fall silent at times, but sudden anxiety couldn’t help but fill your mind, “So I’ve got twice the competition now?”

Yoongi raised his eyes again to reveal a gummy smile, “This changes nothing, Jagi. I’m glad you felt able to tell me though.” He reached out for your shaky hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, “I’m happy you can trust me.”

JHS

Throughout your vacation with Hoseok, you couldn’t help but wonder when the best time to break your news to him was. Actually, you wondered if there was a best time. You had no doubt he would be accepting regardless, but a small part of you couldn’t help but worry.

On the morning of your last day at the villa, you made your way down to the kitchen where Hoseok had already prepared you a breakfast for the day ahead of you, “Good morning lovely, did you sleep well?” His beaming greeting couldn’t lower your anxiety that you awoke with. You simply nodded at his question and slid onto a barstool, “Are you alright?”

“Actually,” you began, fiddling with your nails, “there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Hoseok widened his eyes and slipped onto the seat opposite you, placing the last bowl of fruit in between you.

“I’m all ears, what’s wrong?”

You took a final deep breath, “Hoseok, I think I’m bisexual. I’ve been wondering whether to tell you or not because I’ve been scared of your reaction but-“ Despite your deep breath, you couldn’t stop pent up tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“No, jagi,” Hobi cooed, rushing around the island to comfort you, “you didn’t have to be scared, everything’s alright! How long have you kept it from me?”

He wiped away your tears with his sleeve, “A few months. I just didn’t want you to think I wanted to break up or anything-“

“I don’t think that at all. I’m happy that you’re able to understand yourself better now.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, and handed you the spoon he laid on the counter for you, “Come in, let’s eat something. There’s a long day ahead honey.”

KNJ

Namjoon had always been the person you relied on for your advice. Even the worst situations you had found yourself in could seemingly be answered by him. You texted him to alert him you had a new dilemma, and within minutes he’d invited you to your local coffee shop.

In half an hour, you made your way to the meeting place, only to find Namjoon sat at a table at the back with his order and yours before him. Since you could see a few pale sugar sachets on the table, you made your way over to him, not forgetting to brace yourself to receive his advice.

After a couple minutes of smiley greetings, Namjoon asked you to elaborate on what was playing on your mind, “How would you go about telling your parents something important without being cheesy?”

He stared at you blankly for a few seconds and proceeded to drop his chin slightly, “Oh my, you’re pregnant.”

“What? No, God no. I’ve been meaning to come out as bisexual for a while now-“ you paused mid-sentence, realising swiftly that you hadn’t meant to blurt the last part to him.

Avoiding his eye contact was difficult, so you instead faced your twiddling thumbs which laid softly in your lap, “You didn’t mean to tell me that just now, did you?” All hopes you had that Namjoon hadn’t heard you melted. Now all you had to do was face his criticism.

You shook your head in response to his inference, “I forgot that you didn’t already know. I’m sorry if it’s upset you.”

“Why would it upset me? It’s your love life, not mine. I’m glad you’ve been able to come to terms with it.” A smile spread from dimple to dimple as he took another sip of his americano, “All it means is you’re now officially getting more action than me.”

Regardless of how much of a good friend he was to you, a playful punch to the shoulder couldn’t be helped.

PJM

Ever since you were little, you had considered your twin brother, Jimin, to be your best friend. Eventually, the two of you came to share everything that happened in your person life. This time, however, it took you more time than usual.

Jimin was the last person in your life that you hadn’t opened up to about your sexuality. Many years had been spent coming to terms with a part of you that had caused too many sleepless nights, and now that you’d found your solution, you wanted to share it with him.

The last concert of their Seoul series had come to an end, and the day before, Jimin had provided you with backstage passes to hang out afterwards. To beat the rush of adrenaline-filled fans, you headed out during their ending ments to be able to greet them as they came back.

“You made it!” Your attention was drawn away from your phone by the excited greeting deliver red by your brother. He jogged over to you with the little energy he had left and embraced you tightly, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too,” you laughed into his ear, before going to congratulate the rest of the members for completing their tour successfully. You tried to distract yourself from what you were really there to do, but it didn’t work, “Is there a place I can talk to you? Alone?”

Jimin guided you into a smaller vanity room and closed the door behind you, “What’s up? Did something happen?”

You shook your head, “No. There’s something I’ve told a lot of other people but I haven’t been able to tell you. I wanted to do it in person-“

Jimin raised his eyebrows as his eyes hollowed in concern for his sibling, “I’m bisexual.” In light of your news, Jimin leaned back and sighed in relief.

“You had me so worried for a second! Ahh I’m so happy for you!” Being the cuddly brother he was, Jimin couldnt resist bouncing from the sofa and embracing you, not forgetting to comfort you meanwhile.

KTH

When you both had enough troubles, you and your boyfriend, Taehyung, would retreat to the bedroom to share with one another and come to your own solutions. His intentive listening and soft spoken easily made you feel at easy, and so you picked this time to tell him your newest trouble.

Sexuality had always been a concern of yours, as you were never able to settle on what fitted you best. Coming to terms with your bisexuality felt like the biggest weight lifted from your shoulders, now all you had to do was open up to those closest to you.

Without your initiation, Taehyung called a ‘duvet meeting’ as you had nicknamed them. You listened closely to his concerns about his upcoming comeback and tried your best to console him as much as you could. The two of you had very different life experiences, but somehow still understood each other perfectly, “Can I tell you something too?”

“Of course you can, what’s up?” Taehyung replied, refusing to pull his eyes away from yours.

You breathed in, praying that he wouldn’t become angry at your news, “I think I’m bisexual. Actually, I know I am.”

His dimples fell from his rosy cheeks as he processed what you had said. You have him the time to think of how to respond, “What does this mean for us? Are you trying to tell me something else too..?”

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, Tae. It’s just a part of me that I wanted to share with you. I just need support, that’s all.” You explained, taking his hand from under the pillow and winding your fingers around his, “I don’t want anything to change.”

“Then it won’t,” He smiled, pulling the covers from your waists up to your shoulders, “You’ve got all my support, lovely.”

JJK

Growing up with Jungkook meant you followed each other everywhere and knew things about the other that nobody else did. When he came to Seoul yo train as an idol, you followed quickly to continue your studies.

When possible, it was difficult to find you separated. Whether you sat in on a dance practice or joined him in the gym, it felt strange when you weren’t together.

Jungkook has always been open-minded, which was one of the many traits you shared. You had to hope that opening up about your sexuality wouldn’t suddenly close his mind.

As soon as your work shift had ended, you headed through to the company, where you soon found Jungkook preparing a cup of ramen in the lounge. Of course he was, when wasn’t he hungry? As he witnessed you enter, he pulled another one down from the cupboard and made it to your liking. As he was the better chef between you, you left it to him.

Jungkook placed it down before you, but didn’t hesitate to start eating before he’d sat down, “I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?”

You inhaled, praying that this wouldn’t be the end of your longest childhood friendship, “I’ve been thinking a lot recently and.. I think I’m bisexual. Actually, I know I am. I know it’s not really anybody’s business but, it’s still important to me.”

Jungkook let his disposable chopsticks sink to the bottom of the cup as he processed your newest secret, “So, I still have a chance with you?”

You widened your eyes as you stared at his serious expression. Had he really just confessed to you? Jungkook was one of the best pranksters you knew; it was difficult to tell between his genuine and fake seriousness, “I’m kidding!” He giggled, clapping mockingly as he finished another bite of ramen, “No but really, I’m glad you look happier now; miserable doesn’t suit you well. Just eat your ramen before I eat it.”

^ i am genuinely so sorry this took so long! school hit me harder than i thought it would. also thank you for clarifying in a different ask about not having to be romantic, i appreciate it! 💗

[seostudios]

so long - k.ys

pairing: kang yeosang x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: nsfw if you rly think that

word count: 1.1k

synopsis: it's been almost 3 months since you've seen yeosang. time apart has been hard on both of you.

a/n: this is SO bad omg idk what i was thinking

"you gotta go nowww" you whine to the other side of the phone like a baby to another baby. your boyfriend yeosang. he was on tour which was amazing for him you couldn't express how proud of him you are. "yes i'm sorry baby bye." he says to you before ending the call. he was coming home tomorrow he was just boarding the plane to come home. your relationship was private not even the members knew. all nine of you were good friends don't get me wrong they just didn't realize you and yeosang were dating. the two of you weren't big on pda and you weren't trying to hide the relationship you just wanted to let them find out. you two both agreed it's kind of awkward just announcing it to a bunch of people and you and yeosang are shy little ones. you were sitting on the sofa of the dorms waiting for the boys arrival. soon falling asleep on the couch. they really did take their time coming home.

"Y/NNN WAKE UP!!" you woke up to a sudden yelling in your ear scaring the living shit out of you. it was mingi of course. sitting up on the sofa slowly you rub your eyes and focus on who is in the room. beside you standing in-front of the sofa is wooyoung. "aren't you excited to see us?" he asks cheekily. smiling you move the blanket to the side standing up. "of course, you guys really took your time i literally fell asleep." you two embrace for a few seconds before you hug the rest of the members but one. "where is yeosang?" you ask curiously. "here" he comes from behind yunho's tall figure. both your lips curve into a smile as you go and hug each other. it seemed to have clicked to the members something was going on. they looked at each other than back at you two hugging for rather..long. releasing your embrace you all sit at the dining table while waiting on the pizza you ordered for them. "so how was the tour tell me all about it." you tell them intrigued on what has been going on.

wow he's just perfect. san was going off about the amount of arm wrestling matches he "won" against jongho. you could say you were listening to san and the others but honestly all you wanted to do was just lock yourself in a room with yeosang. you could tell he wanted to do the exact same. kicking eachother under the table and playfully playing with each other under the table snickering looking at each other. he was just too cute. "jongho was like 'ahh san-hyung please don't let me lose i'm the strong one' then i won and the crowd went-" "do you two need some time alone" san was in the middle of his fairytale on how he 'won' against jongho when wooyoung who had been keeping an eye on you two ever since that hug interrupted him with asking you two a question. pulling both your legs back you both sit up straight stunned. "what.." you say quietly. "first yeosang-hyung gets a longer hug from y/n than us then you two ignore us and play footsies under the table. something is going on did you two like hook up."  wooyoung questions. shocked by his theory you just laugh it off as the pizza came in just as you two were almost called out on dating. "pizza is here" you smile and go off to the door. "okay dig in. i need to use the restroom." you leave the box on the table and head off to the restroom. "so.. what's going on yeosang." seonghwa asks. "are you two dating??!?!" hongjoong asks out of nowhere. the members hum in agreement wanting to know as well. with the pizza in his mouth he nods yes and continues to eat pizza. the members cheer and commend him for his hard work knowing you being a big baby. once you came back to the table all eight of them just watched as you sat down and took a slice all of them smiling cheekily watching you eat. at this point you got a little weirded out.

yeosang: when will we be alone :(

you laugh at the text you receive and text back. your room? in 10? make sure to let wooyoung know not to come in. you hit send and go back to eating but it was awfully silent. "wooyoung i need to call someone tonight. so please stay in yunho and san's room tonight please." he says rather harsh but nicely. wooyoung agrees fully aware of what yeosang meant. "i heard you guys are gonna get a two week break" you said cheerfully. "yes and were planning on spending it with you of course" jongho says. "i mean why wouldn't you? look at me." you say almost as confidently as mingi. after eating they all head to their rooms.  while you and yeosang go into his room. "i missed you so much" you say hugging him with your arms wrapped around the base of his neck while his were resting on your hips. "i missed you too." he says softly digging his face into your neck. giggling a little you both embrace in front of his bed. swaying side to side. "let's lay down yea?" you tell him hopping into the bed waiting for him. as your both on the bed laying on your sides his hands cup your cheek caressing it. placing a kiss on your forehead. moving closer to the point where your legs are both tangled together  you life your head up to kiss his chin; he looks down and places one where it was needed most. your lips. it didn't take that long for the soft kiss to develop into a less soft kiss. he pushes you back not letting the kiss break, his hands pinned yours above your head slowly grinding on you. your legs were quick to wrap around his waist.

as you two were getting it on. on the other side of the wall were 7 boys trying to enjoy their evening but couldn't due to some not so pg noises. who can blame ya? yeosang knows how to work with you. "god they really are loud." jongho says laughing.

HORRIBLE im so sorry you had to read that i won’t even ask you to re-blog that shit HAHA

[squirrelly831]

Family Trilogy: Pregnancy Announcement [Jay Park]

May or may not be added to the family list. Still debating.

Enjoy~

Jay

Jazzlyn and Jay had been together for 9 years. 5 of those were spent dating, 1 was spent engaged, and the last 3 as husband and wife. Of course, there were ups and downs between them. Jay Park was a busy and very popular man. He had hundreds if not thousands of fans who wished they were in Jazzlyn’s spot. Not to say Jazzlyn didn’t get jealous--she did. Especially when he worked intimately with a female dancer. However, Jay had a way with words--no matter which woman he dancer with, she had his ring and his last name. She was who he would always come back too.

Jazzlyn and Jay had gone through every major event together--all except for the one right before her. The black plus sign and the pregnant word were staring back at her. They were only two of the six pregnancy sticks she had used. Every single stick gave her the same responses as the two in her hand. It was the first milestone Jay wasn’t there to experience with her as he was away for a three month tour.

The overwhelming surge of happiness flowed through her. Ecstatic didn’t even begin to cover how happy she was. After a year of trying, their trials and errors have turned to success. Her tears overflowed as she pressed her hand to her curly hair. It was unreal. Her eyes glanced from the tests to her stomach. There was a tiny baby Jay growing inside her. Her hand fell to her stomach and rubbed the non-showing bump.

Jazzlyn didn’t know how she kept from bursting and telling Jay the good news. With the amount of times they talked on the phone, video called, and texted, there were many times she had almost let slip about her pregnancy. But, she was determined to surprise him and she hadn’t kept the secret just too herself. Almost immediately, she told their close friend, Kiseok, as she needed his help to assist her with the surprise.

As the days approached, Jazzlyn’s stomach began to grow. Of course, to the outside world they couldn’t tell the difference. She wore baggy clothes as she always did, so no one would notice the forming bump. The media would not ruin her surprise. However, once at home, she would find herself in front of a mirror to see her bump. She was 15 weeks and it would be about another two weeks before Jay returned from his tour.

Jazzlyn was anxious. She was able to the airport before the fans had appeared and was able to see a clear view of the custom doors. She held a folded poster in her hands as she glanced around and waved at the fans who called her name. Jazzlyn took a breath as she watched the doors open for another random person. She didn’t understand why she was so nervous. She knew how Jay would be when he found out--he wanted a family just as much as she did and yet, she felt like her heart would give out as she waited for him. The poster in her hand shook. Her eyes glanced down just as the fans behind her let out screams. Jazzlyn’s eyes flickered up and her heart swelled when she saw her husband walked out. She felt her phone in her back pocket buzz twice, but she didn’t go for it. Her hands pulled the poster open for him to read, but he was too focused on his phone as if waiting for a reply.

Kiseok was the first to see her and the poster. He waved with a wide grin on his face before he swung and hit Jay’s shoulder. Jay’s eyes went from his phone to Kiseok who pointed Jazzlyn out. Jay pocketed his phone as his lips pulled apart. His eyes trailed down to the poster:

Hi Daddy!

I can’t wait to meet you~!

Expected to arrive

20XX.01.24

Jay stopped in his tracks. His gym bag hit the ground as his eyes drifted to the blown up ultrasound that was stuck on the bottom of the poster. His mouth fell open as his hand covered it. Jay let go of the luggage beside him as he rushed over to her. “Are you serious right now? You’re not fucking with me?”

Jazzlyn unzipped her hoodie and let her bump show, “18 weeks to b--ahh!” Her poster fell to the ground beside them.

Jay picked her up and swung her around. “ I love you!” He set her on her feet and pecked her lips. His hands pressed against the side of her face, “God, I love you so much, baby!” He kissed her again. “Fuck, I love you both so much.” He broke out into laughter as he turned to his fans. He picked up the poster and turned to the fans. “GUYS! I’M GOING TO BE A FUCKING FATHER!” He shouted to his fans who let out cheers. Jay held up the poster as proof as he pressed his lips to Jazzlyn’s temple.

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[manjuhitorie]

Hitorie’s unreleased concert recordings, are coming out on wowaka’s birthday

https://www.hitorie.jp/Loveless_IKI/

Hitorie’s full length DVDs of 2 concerts: The Loveless tour final and the IKI tour final in their full glory! It's region free and the release date is November, NOVEMBER, 4th. wowaka’s birthday.

The cover art has been unveiled, and the details of the bonus items have been divulged! 

The standard edition cover feautures wowaka in ai/SOlate T-shirt twanging his guitar! 

It comes with both concerts and an envelope with a lottery ticket for a chance to win a framed photo. It's cheaper and only comes with the 2 DVDs, the perfect piece! Regular edition DVD: via cdjapan

The limited edition cover features all members basked in laser lights! 

The complete special package comes with both concerts, a new special photobook of unreleased photos by cameraman Nishimaki Taichi, sticker replicas of the staff passes used for both tours, and an envelope with a lottery ticket for a chance to win a framed photo.  It’s also separated into Blu-ray and DVD, so make sure you buy the right one for your gear! DVD limited complete edition: via cdjapan   Blu-ray limited complete edition: via cdjapan Bonus pre-order items!!!

If you preorder from select stores you’ll receive a A2 size poster of the wowaka photo (Tower Records and CDJapan are sure to have it)!

Amazon preorders will include a 5 piece set of concert photo post cards! (Amazon hasn’t prepared a page yet though, I'll link it ASAP).

And preorders from the concert venue booths will nab you a Hitorie-chan themed ticket case. 

The track list is as follows

From Hitorie’s UNKNOWN-TOUR 2018 "Loveless" at EX THEATER ROPPONGI March 25th 2018 01. NAI. 02. Shinya 0-ji 03. Inperfection 04. One Me Two Hearts 05. Nichijou to Chikyuu no Gakubuchi 06. Bathtub and Sleepwalk 07. Eve Stepper 08. Loveless 09. Monocolor 10. Glare 11. Senseless Wonder 12. Unhappy Refrain 13. Social Clock 14. Namid[A]me 15. Talkie Dance 16. Unknown Mother Goose 17. Absolute Encore 1. Dancing Mannequin, Singing Fool Encore 2. Little Cry Baby

AND

From Hitorie’s National Solo Tour 2017 "IKI" at STUDIO COAST May 7th 2017 01. Heart Breath 02. One Me Two Hearts 03. Inperfection 04. Daydreamer(s) 05. Eve Stepper 06. Rularula 07. doppel 08. Lights in the Polar Night 09. Saihate 10. KOTONOHA 11. Hagure no Color 12. 5 Count Hello 13. Dancing Mannequin, Singing Fool 14. Shutter Doll 15. Little Cry Baby 16. Glare Encore 1. Kara no Waremono Encore 2. Senseless Wonder Encore 3. SisterJudy Encore 4. Montage Girl

"The full crowd bouncing around today was the best, I wish I could've shown everybody how crazy you guys looked. Please stick with us through future endeavors to come." After the IKI show in the DVD, ygarshy had said this.

And now.... that chance to see that day's craziness and follow their future is upon us, please do consider purchasing and dancing!!! And thank you for looking... 

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⚠️~~~⚠️~~~⚠️The rest of this post is unnecessary bonus manju material⚠️~~~⚠️~~~⚠️

I had report on the Loveless final compiled together from way back on March 28th 2019, so I’ll post it here again to give a small taste....!

●The stage lighting for Namid[A]me was apparently breathtaking, they made it look like it was actually raining, ●Yumao used a real gong for Social Clock. ●During Senseless Wonder yg went all the way over to snd’s side of the stage, stuck his body against his, and they played it out together. Then came the encore MC break.

●Yu started cheering himself on, while making flamboyant poses: "Yumaooooo!!  Oooh~!  WOooooOOah *rough voice* !!💪( ＞ω ＜💪)” Crowd: “You’re so cool~!” Yu: “Thank goo~ *Goes to a cutesy voice*” “You’re so cute~!” “Thank goo. Thank you!” SND: “Hey dude, they’re all callin’ ya cute and cool y’know.” Yu: “…(short pause) Thank goooo~~~”

wowaka: (laughing) We’re done, that's all we need for MC ahahaa.

●Leaving members stuck on what to ramble about, they’ve already talked so much throughout the whole tour, what’s left? So wo suggested that they do a re-cap on all those fun boring discussions they’ve had. Omnibus time. 

●Back when the Japan was collectively swept off their feet by the Olympic ice skater Yuzuru Hanyu-kun and his performance, wo had also praised him during MC.  Yet just thinking about him puts pressure on Yumao, it inspired Yumao to do his best. And as the next song on Rie’s set list was the inspirational Memai, he concentrated so hard, poured himself in and played super neatly, “Oh shit oh no oh shit, Hanyu-kun makes me nervous.” Yumao explained. 

●During the span of the tour SND fell off the stage way more then once... SND: “The skin on my back peeled off once too.” Yu “Eeeh?!” SND “Saying it peeeled all the way off is an overstatement but..” ”Well then the scab ripped off.” “Seriously?!” “But it healed nicely.” “Ahh” “After that, in Niigata, when I went to brandish my guitar up with a “pwooosh” towards the roof, it went bonking into my forehead.” ●SND’s middle finger had also stopped moving, (nerve palsy maybe??) During Talkie Dance there’s the “piropiropiro” where a “pero, pero” bit comes in between (Queue SND and Yuma singing the riff together), which is very straining. He has to press his fingers against the strings one by one to play it, he was scared but nonetheless. So Yuma watched him at the piropero part wondering “Oh no oh no is it gonna move? Is it moving today??””

When it came down to it his middle finger moved for him so thank goodness... (Manju comment: SND is this karma for all the times you gave the crowd the middle finger when they cheered your name,,, or flipped off girls who waved at you, or giving wo the middle finger a lot? God I love you)

●Yumao “Also ygarshy laughed ONCE!” “There was the one time I was talking nonstop (queue SND and Yumao making “blaghblergh” noises together to imitate him). When yga let out a chuckle, which made me super proud in front of everyone… I went Wahooo!!! but turns out it wasn’t because my story was funny or anything.  It was because yga was off on his own! Testing how many candies he could eat before we would shut up!” SND: “Did you chuckle because you finished the third candy?” yg: “Uhhh” SND: “Well tell us about it.” wowaka: “Is this the first time he’s talking?” yga: “See, I always think our encore MCs are… long. So I feel like having some candy. I was originally worried I wouldn’t be able to finish eating one in time, the song would start and turn into a problem, but.... it turned out that day’s had become the longest MC yet. I lost my inner bet, damn it, I thought. You guys really can talk. Three whole candies worth of talk! So I laughed, and Yumao thought I was laughing at hims story”

Yu: “Yeah yeah!! Honestly the story I had been telling didn’t have a punchline, so I just used your laugh as an escape.”

SND “Foolish” Yu “Yep” wowaka “Well that day the most” Crowd “laughing” Yumao “...Thank goo~ (laughing)” (Yumao you never have a punchline I swear to God I love you too)

●wowaka talked about the story from back when he used to be so so scared of standing in front of people. In middle school his teacher chose him to represent his class in the English speaking competition, yet he was so afraid that he just, went out to the podium crying hysterically. “I can’t talk English in front of everyone waghhh....”

But now he’s able to do >this<. He’s become such an adult. 

SND “I bet there wasn’t even as many people at the competition as there is people here today, haha and you’re able to even talk naturally here, eh, look at you.”

Yu: “Ahh even SND’s such a big boy now~.” SND: “Well we all have.” ●They announced the next nexUs tour at the Loveless tour final. “We just love doing shows” 

●Also Pre- Little Cry Baby emotional speech from wowaka.   “In living we find cool things and sparkling things, yet there’s moments when we betray those things, we worry if ahhh was I wrong with that, there’s so much of this, in actuality that’s all I do, yet still we’re made out of things we can’t throw away, that’s what I think, what is it! Like those sorta texture that have a paint dried over them, like things that are just superficial just… Those are things that I have NO FUCKING  interest in! Like it’s that, c’mON, with music, people are just humans!! trying to be, they’re trying to do what they can do! I have interest in things that only humans can do, some things that can even surpass human, and that’s what fuels me to do music. As long as you follow me, I feel like ,, I could go anywhere!!!!! thank you always, thank you for making me!! Thank you for being here!!!”

This was also the showing they used during the Memorial Service on June 1st… STAFF WE ARE GOING TO CRY “Thank you we were Hitorie, let’s definitely! *through deep breaths* definitely! Meet again!”

Also some from IKI

●wowaka’s mother came to this show.... As divulged in this interview. THE ORAL CIGARETTES had sent Rie flowers in celebration of the event, which were on display at the venue.... Shiohigari SND’s good friend went, also the Synth player of the band “the telephones” who took the picture that’s featured on this blog) went also! ●Before Shutter Doll Yumao did his signature, Yumao! Yumao! Yumao! cheer on rhythm with the familiar intro, but with “Final! Final! instead. Along with We’re ●Hagure no Color had snazzy band introductions molded in between it. ●wowaka had actually cried during Little Cry Baby..... It really is a song that’s so important to him.... I’m anxious to see the video... ●MC: One was wowaka talking about how thankful he is for everyone and everything about this IKI tour. wowaka “I don’t want it to to enddd!” SND “We’re been on this tour for 4 months, it’s been a long time though, it’s amazing, it’s a new record for us.” wowaka “Now what am I going to do with myself tomorrow.“ SND “Go back to our dark dark life...” wo “Why”

SND “You guys had been waiting outside all this time, how was it, was it cold, are you okay? Further crowd: “We were okay-! Closer crowed “(less voices) We were okay.” SND “So you guys were okay and you were cold, okay (laughing). Well if you were cold, then see this sweatshirt Leader is wearing.. please wear one too That thing is perf.  Crowd: “Woooah!!” SND: “Why the fuck ‘Woah.’ Even if you said you’re okay then still go buy one alright. Thanks..”

[straykidsftw]

STRAY KIDS WORLD TOUR DISTRICT 9 UNLOCK IS BEINF ANNOUNCED FOR 2020 DATES AND ONE OF THE DATES IS IN SAN JOSE AND THATS LIKE AN HOUR AND A HALF ANF I REALLY WANNA FUCKING GO AND NOW SINCE I HAVE A JOB I WANNA SAVE UP TO BUY TICKETS AND STUFF BECAUSE I REALLY LOVE STRAY KIDA AND IF I WANTED TO GO TO ANY CONCERT AS MY FORST IT WOULD BE THEIRS AND NOW I HABE TO PITCH THE IDEA TO MY PARENTS AND ASK THEM IF I CAN GO AND ILL EVEN BE LIKE “ILL PAY” AND I WANNA BRING ONE OF MY FRIENDS BC SHE ALSO REALLY

LIKES STRAY KIDS AND LIKE I FEEL LIKE WE WOULD HAVE SUCH A GREAT TIME AND I JUST REALLY WANNA SEE THEM MAN!!! LIKE A BUNCH OF KPOP GROUPS ALWAYS GO TO LA BUT THATS TOO FAR AND TOO LONG TO TAKE A TRIP SO NOW THATBTHEYRE GOING TO SAN JOSE I REALLY HOPE MY PARENTS SAY YES TO LETTING ME GO EVEN IF NO OTHER INFORMATION ASIDE FROM WHEN AND WHAT THE VENUE IS -🌈

ahh broo!!!!!!!!!! i know how you feel!!!!!!!! i just got a text from my music taste and it was like ‘stray kids in london is happening’ and i nearly sCREAMED

also here’s me finding out my mum bought me tickets:

[untilthenextencore]

Kashmir Pt. 2

Written with @where-the-hot-springs-blow

Forever editing~...

...

The girls were so close now, both Heston & the Hermit feeling their springlike, wild energy rapidly filling the air, slowly making its way into the library. It was heady, dizzying, nearing soporific. Like the sweetest, richest of opium smoke. Like standing in a full-blooming lavender field at dewy daybreak.

Their hands tightened in desire, in fascination.

"Restrain yourself, magician. Seek potential, ability, knowledge first. Separate yourself from earthly boundaries."

The Hermit’s voice was firm, yet somehow gentle. But it was a warning nevertheless. Dedicated magicians needed to cut past earthly pleasure, superficiality, ordinary enjoyments, all in the name of attaining knowledge & ability.

As an adept, with centuries of practise & ability, he knew well how to seclude himself from baser corruptions & distractions. Many knew him to spend days locked away in his own manor, ignoring even a violent siege by the local villagers on occasion!

But this was different.

The presence of the girls so near...

Such innocence combined with such unpolluted potential...

It perfumed the very air of the castle, teased him with phantom whispers, fingers, even visions. Visions of moonflowers opening at nightfall, images of plum trees shedding their delicate pink petals in torrents, the carpets of them being blown away on a soft breeze.

He could even scent flowers in the air, the longer the girls remained in the castle. Jasmines, honeysuckle, lilies, & gardenias. All flowers that blossomed best at nightfall, warmed themselves by the light of the waxing moon phases.

The air had even begun to taste different to them once the girls had stepped inside. Apples, freshly-picked at the height of their ripeness, the tartness of their juices, the crispness of the first bite. Luscious, ruby-coloured pomegranates, splitting & spreading apart under firm thumbs, their jewel-like seeds spilling free, the sharpness of blood-red juices the strongest taste upon their tongue. Both of them could almost feel the sweet flesh between their teeth, feel trickles running over their lips.

The Hermit remained standing proud & tall, but Heston could not. He craved such innocence too deeply, even being merged with the Hermit. He’d often found the deepest, most enlightening of magickal experiences with such maidens, when surrounded by such innocence. Even if the Hermit did not approve, it was a path he preferred to walk, & would do so alone if need be...

...

The storm grew fiercer outside, beating the windows with torrents of rain, the trees shedding blossoms & fruits all over the meadow."Excuse me?" Charissa inquired, tilting her head with a curious look on her face. "What was that you just said?

Robert shook his head with a disarming grin. "Nothing, Charissa love. Nothing at all!" He sipped from his cup, draining the last of his tea before delicately placing it on the table in front of him. "And as for my name, dear..." He tossed his head back with a flourish, sending yet another sparkling, playful grin in their direction. "Count Robert Anthony Plant at your service. Or Lord if you prefer?" His grin widened. "Lord... Lord... Lord Kidderminster of Worcestershire. And of this here Wolverhampton Manor that is... Quaint & humble abode that it is..." He added with a chuckle, remembering their earlier gaping at the ornate, palatial splendour of it all.

"I knew it!" Sibby gasped, an incredulous smile brightening her face, bouncing happily in her seat, strawberry blonde curls bouncing along.

He laughed at the young girl's youthful enthusiasm, enjoying how it only added to the strength of the energies swirling in the air, the lingering fruity scents intoxicating him all the more with each breath. Turning to Charissa he saw her energies haloing around her in an altogether different way. While Sibella's enveloped her in a warm pink glow, Charissa's energies crackled around her like what he initially termed to be similar to static. Little intermittent flickers and flashes of white light, lighting up & disappearing in a snap. But then he saw that as she cast a wary look at her enthusiastic friend, the wariness melted as she leant in to towel off a few errant lingering drips from the ends of a lock of Sibella's hair, with a small scoff & warm smile. The action in all its warm affection took the crackling flickers away, replacing them with a strong red orange glow that haloed Charissa just as Sibella had been in pink. Now he figured that it wasn't static electric energy after all that surrounded Charissa. It was fire. This notion made him chuckle lowly to himself. Well, Pagey WAS always going on to him about how Robert's star sign of Leo was a fire sign & all the things that that entailed. Perhaps he would then also say that this was yet another sign. Perhaps Robert was meant to surround himself with these girls with their respective playful bubblegum pink & fire red-orange glows. Perhaps he should then take steps to ensure that he was surrounded by them...

In a sea of pillows and blankets...

Adrift in a sea of perfumed hair & soft skin...

Lose himself in the midst of fine curves & mile long legs...

Perhaps in bed?...

Perhaps...

Perhaps...

Perhaps...

Preferably in bed.

And if Robert had anything to say about it, that was exactly where it would occur.

He just needed a way to get there.

His idea.

"You don't believe me, dear?" He asked Charissa with a cute pout. She laughed softly, nervously & shrugged. "I don't know... I don't know exactly... See, I... I... I don't know what to believe, really..."

He nodded, smiling comfortingly. "I see. Now that's perfectly alright, dear." He leant in to pat her hand in additional attempt to allay any fears or nerves that she might still have, before then rising to his feet with the announcement. "I have an idea! See, I noticed the two of you gazing at my artwork here. You seem to enjoy it. You've been admiring it this whole time!"

"Yes." Charissa nodded. "Yes, its quite gorgeous. You have a splendid collection here."

"Perfectly wonderful! The paintings, sculptures, all of it!" Sibella enthused with yet another joyful bounce.

That gave Robert the in he needed. "Thank you both very much." He said with his right hand over his heart, bowing with another flourish. "You're too kind." Grinning at the giggles that he received from the two, he then made an offer. "You haven't seen the half of it though. Which leads me to ask... How would you two lovely ladies like a tour? What do you think?"

"Ahh! Yes! Yes! Yes, of course!" Sibella enthused bouncing again. "Oh my God! Thank you so much, Lord Kidderminster! You're too kind!" As ever Charissa was a bit reluctant. "Too kind. Too, too kind. You've um... You've opened your house to us in the midst of this dreadful storm. A rather sudden storm at that! You've lent us these cloaks & towels to dry ourselves, sat us by the fire & gave us tea to warm up. You've even chatted with us. Two strangers you caught dallying around the grounds of your splendid home. You've done so much already. I'm not sure that there's much more that we could ask of you. Nor is there much more that I think that we should ask of you. I wouldn't want to impose. I'm sure that you have better things to do than waste away the rest of your evening with the likes of us. You needn't worry or trouble yourself, sir. We'll be out of your hair by morning. Or as soon as the storm lets up." Like clockwork, as if on cue as she said that a flicker of concern and something imperceptible flashed across Robert's eyes and another clap of thunder sounded startling her & Sibella into another mutually comforting embrace & the sky opened anew with another almighty downpour.

Robert just chuckled and shook his head. "Think nothing of it, my dear. Nothing at all. I'm only too glad to show my home with people who hold such interest & admiration for it. Especially two such lovely ones as yourselves." Sibella blushed & giggled at those words. Try as she might, even Charissa's cheeks colored. With that, Robert bent down & extended a hand two both girls. "Now... Shall we be off? We have a great deal to get around to..." Sibella took his hand & bounced up happily with an excited nod before looking to Charissa. Charissa met her gaze & shrugged with a sigh, taking the hand extended to her & rising as well.

Robert couldn't help but grin, now draping the girls in their capes yet again before wrapping an arm around each of them yet again & starting down the hall. "Let's go..."

The corridor they turned down was a bit dark at times what with the heaviness of the black clouds outside dimming everything quite a bit. Sibella did her best to combat this by handing her beloved books to Charissa, taking up a candle from one of the little nooks & using it to help light the way. She used it to illuminate the pieces that Robert pointed out.

"This painting dates back to the mid 1800's..." Both Sibby & Rissa were struck with the uncanny resemblance of the blonde figure in the painting to the surprisingly warm & open Count they had in their midst as he played makeshift tourguide for them. Down to the fur trimmed cape, turquoise jewelry & down to the last little blonde ringlet. It was stunning, almost eery & unnerving how close the resemblance was. Sibella gasping. "It's gorgeous! Unbelievable! Positively Pre-Raphaelite, Lord Kidderminster!" Even Charissa had to agree, nodding as she remarked. "Like a Rosetti. The warmth & attention to detail. A truly gorgeous piece. The same as that bust you last showed us. Or the sculpture of My Lord with his beloved hound, Strider."

Robert puffed up his chest with all of the favorable attention & compliments. Even if they were of his artwork & directed towards his artwork. Seeing as the pieces were primarily of him & his beloved Strider, naturally he took no small pride in the compliments of him & his "gorgeous, unbelievable, positively Pre-Raphaelite" good looks that brought to mind works by the likes of the great Rosetti. As such there was no way the smile on his face could get any bigger or any wider. "You're too kind, darlings. The both of you. And very well versed in your art history it seems. Are either of you devotees of the Brotherhood as it were?"

"Oh, yes! Those pieces are some of our favorites! We even both love Christina Rosetti! Goblin Market! All the scents & tastes! The imagery! The-- OW!" In all her enthusiasm over everything Sibella had begun to talk with her hands & in her gesticulating had tilted the candle slightly, leading it to drip hot wax onto the side of her index finger. Charissa gasped. Robert took the candle from her & moved it to a nearby shelf, moving his arms from around both of them to take Sibella's hand in both of his to inspect. He carefully peeled the wax from her finger before bringing it to his mouth to kiss it & "make it better". As he did so his gaze locked onto Sibella's as again the scent of fruit intensified at the contact, growing intoxicatingly thick. Sibella just blushed & fidgetted under the heat of his gaze, gasping softly. "Lord Kidderminster!"

In all of the commotion, neither of them noticed that Charissa's gasp wasn't for Sibella.

Well...

Not entirely...

It was more along the lines of half / half.

Half for Sibella's sudden cry at injuring herself...

And...

Half at finding herself suddenly pulled into a room behind her by a mysterious figure after which the door to the room was quickly sealed shut & locked.

At that sound however both Sibella & the Count looked back & noticed the sudden absence of the young brunette with a mutual gasp. But only Robert had anything to say about it seeing just where they were in proximity to the library, gritting out a terse & low. "PAGEY!..."

[zealynstan]

Unlabeled Interview Part 4

Isabelle: Umm... Okay, so I wanna go back on a little bit about why I like this podcast is I can get a little deeper than what people see on social media.

Zealyn: Yeah. Mhm.

Isabelle: And what people see- umm... the stuff that we choose to share. So, for you, being an artist now, what's something that is in your daily life and that's part of the artist life that you either struggle with that most people wouldn't expect would be part of your life?

Zealyn: Oh my goodness! I think that the... hands down, the biggest struggle of an artist, especially- I have so many ideas through my head I want to do so much and the only thing that holds me back from doing things is money. Like that's- being an artist is expensive. It's every song costs x amount of dollars and every video you wanna do costs x amount and every tour you wanna do costs this and every- I mean, everything's so expensive and think that if I had a bank, which is usually a label, I think that if I had a bank, life would be so much easier and creativity would flow more because I'd be able to do every idea I think of.

Isabelle: Yeah.

Zealyn: But now I need to only choose... my- the most important things to me. I need to be very "pick and choose" and careful and make the most of everything, but I think that- was that the question? Was that-

Isabelle: That was the question. Yeah yeah.

Zealyn: Kinda.

Isabelle: Did I asked you- Yeah, I think I asked you. That was the question.

Zealyn: Right? And you said it was like the hardest thing an artist for me right now or something?

Isabelle: Yeah, people don't like- see people think- I think people think... that we're doing really well financially.

Zealyn: Yeah! Yeah. Totally, and I don't blame them for thinking that because on Instagram, I don't think I portray myself- you know what I mean like-

Isabelle: The pictures look professional.

Zealyn: Right! Exactly.

Isabelle: and everything looks glamorous and smooth.

Zealyn: Yeah.

Isabelle: So most people would look at that and say, "Wow! She's living a great life and she must be doing really well and she must be frolicking on the beach all the time." You know.

Zealyn: Right.

Isabelle: No!

Zealyn: But it's what people are seeing is a very well thought out and really "well cared for" process. And, you know, even it looks nice and it looks expensive and that's the point. I wanted to do that. I care about my brand, I care about my work, so I put everything I can into what I'm doing. So I'm glad that if people think, "Oh! She's-"

Isabelle: Yeah. The music is supposed to transport you like-

Zealyn: Yeah!

Isabelle: Even Instagram and social media, that's almost an art form because you are transporting people into thinking almost like of a fantasy life where maybe, you know, your music is taking them through a journey they need to go through and taking them out of their own problems that they're going through in their own life.

Zealyn: Yeah.

Isabelle: So all the pictures and everything represents almost like this illusion.

Zealyn: Mhm.

Isabelle: Which isn't a bad thing, that's why we love music because-

Zealyn: It's art! It's photography, it's an expression and I love it. I love all of it and umm... But yeah, if there's like an artist watching who's just like, "Ahh, your music is- I love music but I can't afford it." Like, I understand and I got ya like-

Isabelle: Yeah.

Zealyn: Every artist starts with nothing, you know, so-

Isabelle: A pen and a paper and maybe a friend who's gonna help them produce a song.

Zealyn: Exactly. And that's the other thing, I'm very thankful for so many friends and photographers and musicians who have helped me along the way and umm... yeah. It makes a huge difference.

Isabelle: That's like... we couldn't do what we do without so many supporters.

Zealyn: Oh yeah.

Isabelle: Whether it's friends who shoot photos for free, produce- those who produce your song for free, friends who are musicians who are like, "We'll lend you my, you know, I'll play guitar for you for an hour or for a show-"

Zealyn: Oh yeah.

Isabelle: We wouldn't be able to do any of this. There are very few people who can do it all like very few. And if you are in a position of... maybe you wanna be a songwriter, maybe you wanna be a dancer, maybe you wanna make videos of your own or produce a play or anything, don't be afraid to ask people. I think that's something that we do a lot of. We are always asking people to help us. So and... don't ever be afraid to say yes to something even if it doesn't pay or even if, you know, you don't make anything off of it, it's not about you. I think we can both attest that every single experience we've been a part of has helped us in some way.

Zealyn: Yeah. Absolutely. Oh for sure. But then also the flip side, if I ask someone if they can help me out with something at a low cost and they say, "No, I'm sorry.", that's fine. That's totally fine. We get it, everyone needs to make money, everyone's gotta support themselves. So I just think that- I think that money needs to be a more of an okay topic to talk about like it's okay. "Oh, you can't do this gig." That's totally fine, I understand or, you know, anyways-

Isabelle: Yeah, yeah. And to bring that to- you know, I'm really inspired by Zealyn because I'm about to go on my first tour in the summer and she's already been on one massive tour. Right, one? One big massive tour?

Zealyn: One. 2017.

Isabelle: And then- yeah, as Zealyn. And then, she's going on another tour. If she is near you, you have got to see her. I promise you like I do not "up" this many people about live performance and she is-

Zealyn: Aww.

Isabelle: She's one of the best so what are the dates you're going on tour?

Zealyn: Uhh so, we're splitting it up more this year so 10 days in May, 10 days in June and 10 days in August. And actually, some people are hearing this for the first time.

Isabelle: Oooh!

Zealyn: So we're doing Midwest in May, East Coast in June, West Coast in August. So umm...

Isabelle: Wow.

Zealyn: Yeah, not all the dates have officially been announced but they will soon. So yeah.

Isabelle: And go support her because I know, because I've called her many times, freaking out about budget. It's really expensive to go and get in a bus and take all of your musicians and pay for their food and pay for everything upfront. Like, if you could spare 10 or 20 dollars to go see a show like it goes so far and so, if you're on the fence, just know that- like that money, we normally don't make a dollar if anything, we go in the red from tours. If you can support her, just know that it goes so much further than, you know, just seeing her show, it goes beyond that for sure.

Zealyn: Aww thanks.

[vesperione]

She Didn’t Understand

I HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR, THANKYOU, AND I ALMOST HAVE 800 ON INSTA LMAO W H A T does that consider(thecoconut) me famous in the starkid community can someone confirm? Anyways heres a fanfiction I wrote be prepared for death

Don't leave she thought but she couldn't control him; he wasn't property. She held her head in her hands as she collapsed against a nearby tree. He was going to go and destroy the meteor. That part was simple. But there were harmonies surrounding her. What was the point in trying to survive if Paul wasn't even here? It was unlikely he'd even make it back. He only had grenades. She watched as he ran away full speed. There was a throbbing pain in her right leg. She didn't even want to look at the wound. Every time she moved her leg, it felt like 4000 burning knives were being pressed into her thigh. She cried out. She couldn't help it. "Vera, we've got another one!" How long had it been since he'd left? The sun was setting and a general in black uniform approached her. "This won't hurt." She smiled and knocked the girl out.

Emma awoke in hospital, with her leg in a cast. The general was sitting by her bed. "Ahh, hello Kelly. Seems you woke up." Who's Kelly? "We can't allow any connections to be made to you and Emma Perkins the girl who died tragically in the Hatchetfield Disaster." Shit. He hadn't made it out had he? She nodded. She'd adapt. "I'm just joking. Paul destroyed the meteor, but currently, PIEP are clearing out the remnants of the spores. Everyone else affected is here as well. Welcome to Clivesdale Hospital, Emma. Now, I'm Colonel Chaffer and I have all the details on what happened fully." And she handed Emma her phone. How did the general get a hold of Emma's phone? On the screen was a news broadcast.

I'm Rachel and this is Ron and we interrupt this programme with an emergency announcement. On the 26th of October 2018, a meteor crashed through the roof of the starlight theatre before the touring cast of Mamma Mia! were to perform. About half an hour precisely. Scientists were baffled by this mysterious meteor that had crashed for it was definitely out of sync with the rest of the meteors seen that night. Even though scientists are still researching it, they do know one thing. The DNA inside the spores latched on to one person by the name of Brendon Jinks, who was doing vocal warmups. Brendon Jinks was set to perform as Sam Carmichael in this very production of Mamma Mia. The DNA evolved inside of Brendon's bloodstream, killing him instantly. The spores then latched on to his corpse, allowing the meteor, which we now know was the mastermind, to control his body. Because Mr Jinks was singing when he was killed, the spores had evolved specifically to be a musical disease. It could have been anything. Brendon then killed the rest of his cast members and stage crew. Those who took their seats early were also killed. This disease soon spread from one side of the island to the other. Paul Matthews, an IT worker at CCRP Hatchetfield, ended the entire thing. Here's the thing, he didn't like musicals. Probably still doesn't and honestly Ron, I don't blame him. At 6"3 it wasn't too hard to spot him either. Paul entered the old starlight only to see the meteor sitting centre stage. We have since found out that Paul was once here watching a local production of Godspell last year. According to our parallel services, they told us that he managed to destroy the meteor. Unfortunately, Paul will have changed by now. CCTV footage that we have been given to release shows several people from Hatchetfield swarming around Matthews. Some of these include from the left, a picture flashed on screen, Bill Simmons, Ted Harris, Nora Davis, Professor Henry Hidgens teacher of Biology at Hatchetfield High, Anneliese Liat the Greenpeace Cassever often located outside of Beanies and Isaac Davison the manager of CCRP Technical. The picture then turned into a video. And if you see, centre stage, that is Mr Paul Matthews dear viewers. The audio turned on. Paul... he was singing? He was...infected. It cut off just before he threw the grenade. The last thing Emma saw from the video were all the people in the meteor walking towards Paul, clutching on to his clothes. Tears brimmed her eyes. She looked up but Colonel Chaffer was no longer there. She sighed and threw her phone down. He was singing and dancing. She was pissed. The apotheosis was a horrible thing but the fact that because Paul hated musicals made him an easy target and they made him sing and dance enraged her and she couldn't figure out why.

What seemed like hours but realistically was actually 34 seconds passed and the door clicked open. She expected to see a nurse. It wasn't. It was Colonel Chaffer. "Sorry for disappearing so suddenly, Miss Perkins, we had an urgent matter to attend to. Oh, the urgent matter was a visitor. Would you like me to send them in?" She gave a half assed shrug. She didn't know who it was and she didn't really care. She nodded and her footsteps seemed to vanish from the room. There was a soft knock at the door and she looked up. She should have smiled but she didn't. She should have felt happy but she didn't. He approached her bed. "I saw the news broadcast." She said bluntly. He sat down on the chair beside it. "What broadcast?" "Oh don't act like you don't know." She snapped looking back at him. He had a gash on his cheek that wasn't too big but so big to that it was noticeable. "I...don't?" Frustrated, she played the broadcast and thrust her phone into his hands. "You said you wouldn't be in a musical. And there you are. Singing. Dancing! Why didn't you fight it off!" "So you think I didn't. You think I...wanted to be like that?" Paul was confused as hell. Why was Emma all of a sudden so pissed with him? He didn't want to be reminded about what happened and here he was, watching himself almost die on CCTV footage. He was famous now, apparently, when all he wanted to do was go back to being regular Paul from CCRP Technical Hatchetfield. "You seemed to be having the time of your life." Emma sighed, sarcasm lacing her voice. "Emma can you look at me please?" So she did. "I fought tooth and nail to survive. I didn't know the CCTV was still on, I just assumed it had been turned off. I promise you I'd have never done anything like that willingly. Why do you think I'm here? Because I almost died in the process. You've been out for 2 weeks you know that? I was only in here for 2 days as they extracted the remaining spores. The spores were fascinating. Under UV light they were a shimmering blue. But to the human eye they were clear, like air particles." 2 weeks. She checked the date. Shit. It had been two weeks. "Paul I'm so sorry I didn't believe you I just..." "Don't apologise Emma, I can see why you did it." And he smiled at her as she rested her head on his chest. "But I still hate you." "yeah I gathered."

[luvknow]

I just know a stadium concert will break my soul with BTS so I really want to go even if the seats are far way and ATEEZ has been ruling my life for the past three weeks so I wanna see them too BUT I'M SCARED THAT IF I BUY THE TICKETS THEN ANOTHER GROUP OR SOLOIST WILL ANNOUNCE SOMETHING:

bts will always be one of my faves but i think i’m in a comfortable place with them that if i DONT see them, i’ll be ok but i’ll have major fomo but ahh i think im gonna really try to go even if the seats are far away. i knew i wanted to see ateez really bad tho cuz if they do come back to NA, their tours will be bigger and harder to buy tix for yknow and the venue wont be as intimate :( i even regret not getting vip ajsdhkajd.

UGH TRU THO i hear some gg like twice are thinking about coming, i havent heard of any rumors for soloists tho??? besides sik-k and sunmi, but sunmi didn’t pass thru chicago so more money for me LOL AND YEAH i went to bts on tuesday in oct and ateez/blackpink are weds and nct is tues fml but it’s doable for me since the venues are so close to where i live.

HONESTLY my justification for spending so much money on them is cuz i know i dont think i’ll ever see them again or at least for a very long time yknow? so if you think it’ll be worth then i say totally buy it but if you think you’d be ok with not seeing them once especially if they’re rookies like ateez, i think you can pass and save for someone you’d rather see you know???? ateez will def come back

[hannah-deserved-better]

Angel’s day out Ch.1

Angels day out

In the days after Sam succeeded in bringing Dean back from being a demon, Castiel and Hannah took a break from hunting rogues to look after the exhausted Winchesters. With replenished grace, Castiel was feeling stronger than he had in a long time. He regretted that it had cost Adina her life, but as he pulled his car up to the bunker, he spotted a lone figure standing in the field across and was reminded of why Adina had to die.

Hannah turned to face him as Castiel got out of the car carrying a bag of food he’d gone into town for. “Have you been out here long?” he asked as he joined her in the field. She looked at him, a gentle breeze blowing through her dark brown hair.

“I was thinking about grass,” she told him. She turned back towards the field and he followed her gaze to the prairie. A wire fence a few yards out cut across the prairie signifying the start of some farmer’s property. “How it continues to grow despite the humans attempt to coral it with fences and walls. Even in the worst disasters, grass is resilient.”

“It is,” Castiel agreed. He watched how she gazed at the sea of grass that stretched far beyond the horizon like a rippling yellow ocean. “And much of the planet is covered in it. It is most frequent in places like this, the Midwest.”

She seemed fascinated with the concept of grass and it only made him smile. She looked at him, cocking her head in confusion. “Have I done something amusing?”

“No,” he responded. “Your fascination with the natural world, I share it. I am partial towards bees.”

“Bees?” She raised a brow, eager to hear more.

“Yes,” he said. “You see the natural world is most like heaven. Every creature and every plant has its purpose here. There is order, there is law and even though humans have managed to disrupt that order, it remains constant. Bees and grass, they both fit in to this order.”

“I wish we had time to explore this concept,” Hannah said. “I want to see more grass.”

Castiel thought about that. He regretted that his wings were broken, and she’d hurt hers in the fall. They could have flown to every corner of the world to help her see.

“I remember your reluctance to experience chaos,” he pointed out. “I was like that too before I spent a lot of time down here. I know how hard it is to appreciate a place like Earth and these people, humans, when all you’ve ever known is the perfect order of heaven.”

“Chaos breeds angels like Metatron,” Hannah reminded him. “Without order, without obedience, what do we have, Castiel? This planet… it’s so strange down here. The humans, I don’t understand them. I wish I could just stay in the grass and not interact with them.”

Castiel sighed. She was still thinking like an angel. Her connection to heaven was still strong. Being down here overwhelmed her. He understood because even as long as he’d been down here, it still overwhelmed him. There was still so much he didn’t understand. He decided then that he needed to show her the truth about the world. He needed to understand why he desperately tried to walk the line between his fellow angels and humanity. Why he cared so much about these strange, flawed beings when he could just be a good obedient angel, like Hannah, and vow never to disobey again.

“I’ll show you,” he told her after a pause. She’d turned her attention back to the grass again and she whirled to look at him. “I want to show you what I see in humanity. And in this planet. There is plenty of bad, but there is plenty of good too. There is enough good to cause men like Sam and Dean to continually give their lives to preserve it. It’s their home, they feel close to it. And there is pleasure to be had down here.”

“Pleasure?” Hannah questioned. “What kind of pleasure? Is there not also pain?”

“There is pain,” Castiel confirmed. “And grief and sorrow and jealousy and greed. But there is also pleasure and love. There’s burgers and pie and rock music down here.”

“And those things are pleasurable?” She looked at him with skepticism. “Burgers and music?”

Castiel nodded. “Yes,” he said. “Humans create things like burgers and music as a way to express themselves. To make sense of what they see and hear and feel around them. To convey emotion.”

“Angels have no use for emotions, you said so yourself,” Hannah said. “You called them dangerous temptations.”

Castiel sighed again. He wished he hadn’t said that to her. He’d been trying to spare her feelings. Feelings that neither one of them really understood. “I was wrong,” he said at last. “Feelings, they are human things. But it’s not hard to get caught up in them. I’ve learned to understand some, but not everything.”

“What feelings have you experienced?” she stepped closer to him, gazing up at him. Her proximity certainly made him feel. What exactly he was feeling, he wasn’t sure of, but it was something he felt compelled to feel more of.

“I…” he felt a loss for words. “I’ve felt certain emotions. Loyalty and friendship. And I’ve felt despair, helplessness, grief, pain, and many others.”

“I want to feel those too,” she insisted. “How do I?”

“Go back your belongings,” he instructed. “I have to deliver this bag of grease and cholesterol to Sam and Dean and maybe they will have suggestions on where we could go. I have somethings I would want you to experience.”

“Like burgers and music?” she asked. He nodded.

“Yes we will have those,” he replied as they turned to walk back towards the entrance of the bunker. “And we will most likely have pie as well. And we will probably be required to imbibe a generous amount of beer.”

With that they both entered the bunker and descended the stairs into the main room where they found Sam and Dean sitting at the table, Sam buried in his lap top while Dean nursed a steaming cup of coffee.

“I will get my things,” Hannah announced as she headed down the hall, acknowledging the brothers as she passed them. Now they both eyed Castiel curiously as he presented them with the bag of food he’d brought them.

“Ahh sausage Mcmuffins, just what I needed Cas,” Dean dove quickly into the bag, quickly swatting Sam’s hand away as his younger brother attempted to claim some breakfast.”

“I need your advice,” Castiel explained as he sat down in between them and waited for Dean to take what he wanted before finally surrendering the rest of the bag’s contents to Sam. “I want to show Hannah pleasure.”

Sam promptly coughed, and shot Dean a startled, confused, almost frightened look while Dean craned his head up at Castiel and smirked, barely holding back a chuckle. “what exactly are you asking us Cas?” he prompted. “Cuz there are so many routes I could go with that one.”

“I don’t understand,” Castiel frowned at their reactions. “I want to show her things about this world that humans find pleasurable. Like burgers.”

Sam let out a breath of sheer relief, “thank god he’s not asking what I thought he was asking,” he mumbled thankfully as he bit into his sandwich.

“Oh so you want to take her on a date?” Dean questioned.

“Hannah is feeling overwhelmed, Dean,” Castiel explained, his tone of voice imploring Dean to take him seriously. “Overwhelmed with being on Earth, she doesn’t understand the chaos down here. She doesn’t like fences. I want to show her some things about Earth she will like. Since you two are far mor acquainted with this planet than I am I was hoping you could give me suggestions.”

“Okay whatever, Romeo,” Dean said. “But if you plan on taking her anywhere, you might want to change your look.”

“My look?” Castiel glanced down at his trenchcoat and blue tie. “But this is my attire. And she has her own attire.”

“Sam go help Hannah,” Dean demanded. Sam looked at him indignantly.

“What? Why me?”

“Because I need to teach Cas a few tricks,” Dean explained. “I think Charlie left some things here and go help her do her hair or something.”

“Dean! Dude, come on, I’m not some teenage girl’s makeup queen.” Dean only smirked at that and shrugged.

“Could have fooled me, Princess,” he teased. “Hurry up, don’t be primping in front of the mirror for hours with each other either.”

Sam groaned and got up, hurrying down the hall to do as Dean requested. Castiel sat down and faced Dean. “I don’t understand,” he said. “I only want to show her somethings.”

“Well first you have to take her some places you think she’ll like,” Dean explained. He got up and grabbed Cas by the arm, hauling him down towards his bed room and started rummaging through his belongings. Castiel watched in confusion.

“She likes grass,” Castiel explained. “She wants to see more grass.”

“Well we’re in the middle of Kansas, we have plenty of that,” he said. “But you know what, if you want to give her a grand tour, you should probably take her somewhere on the coast. It’s a bit of a drive but you’re an angel, just make sure you stop every once in a while to get gas in that junker of yours.”

Dean shoved a pair of nice slacks and a blazer at Castiel. He also shoved a suit at him. “That one’s for during the day while your traveling, and the other one’s for going out to eat.”

Castiel had never been so confused in his life. What had he gotten himself into? He hadn’t realized there was a whole ritual associated with this.

“I only want to show her the world,” Castiel explained, “Or at least a small portion of it as I can’t go very far without my wings.”

“Hey that’s not bad,” Dean said with a smirk. He sighed when he realized Castiel didn’t understand.

“You said you want to show her the world. Most women would find that pretty romantic. But given that Hannah is an angel too she’d probably be just as clueless.” He pulled Castiel over and sat him down on the edge of his bed, pulling up a chair to sit next to him.

“Okay look. You’re a man, she’s a woman, call it what you will, but you two are going on a date. It is what it is.”

“Okay very well,” Castiel relented with a sigh. He hadn’t thought of it as a date but if Dean said it was, then it must be and whatever it was, he wanted Hannah to enjoy it. And he said as much to Dean. “I want her to see what I see in Earth and Humans and chaos and free will,” he explained. “I want her to understand why I choose to stay here, I want her to experience what I’ve experienced since being associated with you and your brother. You two have shown me what it’s truly like down here. You’ve shown me things like friendship, family, and how to care for others. I only want to teach Hannah what you’ve taught me.”

Dean looked him in the eyes and smirked, “yeah I guess it had to happen to you too,” he murmured. “Yeah you think it’s going to be some kind of teaching thing but I guarantee you it will turn into more, that is if you do exactly as I say. Dress nice, open the door for her, give her your coat when she gets cold, and when it feels right, kiss her.”

“Kiss her?” Castiel thought about that. He had to admit that in the days he’d spent traveling and working with her, getting closer to her, he had thought about what it would be like. He’d kept his personal feelings at bay, had stayed focused on the mission, and had implored her to do the same, but now? They didn’t have a mission at the moment. The rogue angels were still out there and his grace was still diminishing. And Dean still had the mark. But for now, for right now, there was nothing to focus on, except for her. “How will I know when it’s right?”

Dean frowned as he thought on that. “You’ll just know,” he said. “Look Cas, I’ve only seen the woman once or twice, but I can see the way you two look at each other. So just… go with the flow. Show her some sights and sounds. Sam and I will fix you up with an itinerary, you two should just hit the road for a few days.”

“How will hitting asphalt help matters?”

“I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that,” Dean groaned. “Come on, put that on and get ready.” With that, he headed out and left the angel alone with his thoughts.