carcarrot · 9 months ago
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has no one made an edited version of tsb thats like. just the sparks parts lol
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peachessashaven · 6 years ago
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Sucker - Ben Hardy x Reader
Synopsis: Your best friend, Ben Hardy, was cast as Roger Taylor, the drummer from Queen in one of the most anticipated movies of the year. You were always a sucker for drummers, and turns out, you always will be.
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A/N: hi soz about this pos - i haven't proof read this bc im lazy af, sorry about this mess i haven't written ffs or one shots in literal y e a r s
i hope u enjoy i guess AHA
Your Uber rolls up the driveway to the set where they were filming ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’, the film your best friend was in. You thank the man who drove you, slid out of the backseat of the car and closed the door firmly to ensure it sealed. You walk up the drive way, large buildings fielding your view. You mention your name to the guard, hoping Ben remembered to put you on the list of visitors.
She handed you the badge with a big smile. “Enjoy your time here!”
You thank her, “Where do you go for the Bohemian Rhapsody set?”
“You turn left at the end of the street and then keep going. You’ll definitely see the sign, someone else will be able to help you there.” She points and clasps her hands together.
“Thank you again!”
You take her directions, following to the end of the street then turning left. She was right, the large sign in front of your eyes showed the four boys, with Rami Malek starring as Freddie looking towards the camera. You gaze at the photo for a few seconds, finding yourself staring at Ben. You smile as you recall the memory of finding out Ben got the part as Roger Taylor in the biopic.
*
He was fidgeting, something he only did when he was nervous.
“Ben, what’s up? Why are you shaking your leg so much?” You joke, hitting his leg with your foot. He looked up at you and smiled timidly.
“I find out whether I have a job for the next few months.” You looked at him in shock. Since when did he go for an audition? “I went when you were out with your mum for the day, you know, the spa day you so desperately needed - to help you de-stress from work?” You blush, not meaning to say those words out loud. “Why else do I have a drum kit in my living room?” He points to the obviously placed drum kit in the corner of the large living room.
“I just thought you were getting lessons.” You pout, crossing your arms with a small smile.
“I was, I was getting lessons so many times during the week, multiple times a day, hours at a time. They asked me if I could play drums, and I said ‘yes’, you know, like a liar. Since when did you not notice me being out almost every day for the past few weeks?” Ben chuckles, pulling your legs on top of his lap, rubbing your ankles. You smile slightly at the comment, but then you remembered why you didn’t notice as much as to where he goes.
“Since your ex-girlfriend told me that I don’t need to know your whereabouts every second of every day, since that was ‘her job’ to worry where you were all the damn time, as if she didn’t trust that you were out with friends and not another girl,” Emphasising the last few words while grumbling, you try to pull your legs off of his lap, he shakes his head and pulls them back. “Sorry that I care about my friends?” You exclaim sarcastically. Ben laughs and rubs your ankles again. “Plus! I thought you were out with friends all the time or helping your family.”
“It’s fine now, she’s out of my life and you’re the only girl I care about at the moment, well, except my mum-.” He gets cut off by the sound of his phone ringing, loud and clear.
He pushes your legs off from him and stands up with lightning speed, causing you to scoff with a smile.
“That’s gotta be my agent, I’ll be back!” He runs off into the kitchen with his phone. You give him a small salute, whispering to yourself ‘yes sir’. You stand up and walk over to the drum kit, seeing many drumsticks in the holder, the broken ones in the bin – probably from hitting the drums too hard or from frustration. You giggle at the thought of him throwing a drumstick in frustration, then feeling bad for throwing it and walking to pick it back up. That’s just the kind of person he is, honestly. You pictured him playing the drums, getting flushed at the idea of him slamming the sticks against the drums with desperation and vigour.
“Are you serious?” You heard Ben yell. You zip around to see him standing at the doorway to the living room with a gigantic smile on his face. “Thank you very much! I’ll see you next week!” He concludes and ends the phone call. He throws his phone to the couch and raises his hands, in accomplishment. “I got the role! I get to play Roger Taylor in the new Queen biopic!”
“You’re playing Roger Taylor?!” You scream with him, running to throw yourself into his arms, he wraps himself around you, placing a kiss on your head. You can feel his heart racing and he’s shaking. He didn’t think to mention he was playing one of the band members in your favourite band? Idiot, he is, isn’t he? He knew you loved drummers.
“Fuck yeah I am, I thought I botched the second audition! I’m so fucking excited!”
*
You saw many people running around with props and papers, people hanging onto their phones for dear life as they run from building to building. You walk slowly up to one of the entrances of the many buildings surrounding you. You look behind you, admiring how chaotic this whole scene looked but before you know it, you’re bumping into a tall man with bouncing curly hair, causing him to drop his pages on the floor.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” You apologise, picking up the booklet before he could even register what just happened. You glance at the booklet, seeing a name and the words ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ written in large letters. “Here’s your script.” He smiles and takes the script off of you.
“Thank you for that, sorry for bumping into you.”
“No, it was so my fault! I wasn’t looking where I was walking!” You claimed, feeling heat rise up your neck from the embarrassment. “I’m just trying to find my friend, Ben Jones? Or Hardy? Whichever one he goes by now, I guess.” You scratch your neck slightly and look up at him. He has a look of surprise on his face.
“Oh! You must be Y/N L/N, right?” You nod suspiciously. “Ben’s told us so much about you! I’m Gwilym! I play Brian May,” he gestures towards the abundance of hair on his head.
“Wow! I didn’t recognise you with the hair, oh my goodness, you really do look like Brian May when he was younger,” You ponder, he smiles and gives you a nod. “Ben’s told me about you guys on the phone!”
“Here, let me take you to Ben, I’m sure we can find where he is.” He takes your hand and pulls you into the area where they were filming. You saw the cameras, the lights and the crowds of people wearing clothes you only wished would suit you. You smile as you see Ben sitting with a man with curly hair, who you assumed to be Joe and Rami. Gwilym saw them also, yelling out to them.
“Oi, Ben, your girly friend is here!”
“What?” Ben looks up from his phone, almost sprinting out of his seat as soon as he sees you. “Y/N! I can’t believe you made it!” He hugs you tightly with a grin on his face. “You didn’t say you were visiting today?”
“I did say I would visit you some time,” You choke as he squishes the air out of your lungs. He had to move into a hotel room in the city to shoot this movie. You hadn’t seen him in 6 weeks, you’d begun to miss your best friend. It didn’t bother you as much at first, you took care of Frankie at your place, it was like a little piece of Ben was still with you, but in the form of an adorable dog. But as the time went on, you felt a little lonely without him there to bag the shit out of you.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you could get off from work, I thought your boss wanted you to stay for longer hours.” He furrows his eyebrow.
“Well, I may or may not have chucked a sickie and need to go to the doctors after seeing you, because I had a massive migraine and couldn’t go into work today?” You smiled cheekily, he shook his head with a smirk.
“Only you would do that, L/N,” He put his hand on your shoulder, caressing it lightly, a soft smile played on his lips.
“Uh, Ben, are you going to introduce me to your little friend?” Joe walked up to you, curly hair bouncing as he walked. “I thought I was the only person in your life,” he adds dramatically.
“Joe, Rami, Gwilym, this is my best friend since we were in Primary School, Y/N,” Ben announces proudly.
You smile and give a small wave. “Hi guys,” you squeak nervously. Joe smiles and gives you a hug.
“Don’t you try to steal my Benny Boy away from me!” He laughs, pulls off from hugging you to hug Ben from the side. Ben stands there with a smile.
“He’s just joking, aren’t you, Joe?”
“Oh, yeah totally!” He fakes, when Ben looks away, he glares jokingly at you with a shake of his head. You giggle slightly and nod your head with a thumbs up. Ben looks at Joe, who acts like nothing happened. Ben pushes Joe’s head away with a laugh.
Rami walks up to you, his full Freddie gear on, even the teeth look amazing.
“Hello darling, how are you?”
“I’m great now! I’ve been stressed at work, but nothing like a day off to see my best friend at work!” He smiles at you, hearing his name yelled by the director and bids you a farewell. Gwilym and Joe follow suit after the director called them too. You smile awkwardly as you point at Ben’s hair.
“What’s with all this! It looks great on you!” you play with a few strands of the wig.
“Should I grow my hair out? Would it look this good?” he poses a little, flashing a blue steel, making you cackle out of pure happiness.
“Definitely not, the makeup and costume department are amazing here, oh my gosh! They’ve really made you into Roger, huh?” You point at the vest that shows his open and toned chest. How did you not notice this before?
“You think so? Well, Roger almost did a double take as soon as he saw me dressed as him from the 70’s.” Ben chuckles as you stare at him with your mouth wide open. “Hey, Y/N/N, you’re gonna catch flies if you keep your mouth like that.” He goes to close your mouth, you slap his arm.
“Roger fucking Taylor is here?” You whisper, trying not to draw attention to yourself.
“Yes, he is, as well as Brian May. They’re consultants for the movie,” He points out, rubbing his arm. “You really didn’t do much research, did you?” Ben chuckles and pushes you slightly.
“I’d like to surprise myself when the movie comes out,” You look down, but catching yourself staring at Ben’s chest. “And if I cry, you can’t judge me.”
“Ben! Stop talking to your little girlfriend and come back on set!” The director yells with a smile, causing Ben to look back and nod towards him.
“I gotta go back on set, you can just sit back and watch, I guess,” He smiles and runs back to the drum kit that’s at the back of the set. You see Gwil and Joe laughing to each other – looking in your direction. They grin at you and wave, you wave back meekly. Taking a few steps around the wires and poles, you get a better view of the stage.
You smile as you see Joe dressed as Deaky, Gwil as Brian and Rami as Freddie. They really did cast people who looked like the members in the 70’s, you feel as if you want to thank the casting directors for that sole reason. Your eyes fall back on Ben as Roger, you’ve got to admit, Ben’s hot as himself, but extremely hot as Roger too.
You shake your head as you hear the music in the background. ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ – a song you loved, it made you feel good about your body – which you didn’t feel great about in the first place, a song you can dance around in just a shirt and underwear with socks on your feet in the kitchen while cooking dinner by yourself.
You hear them stop and start the song many times, getting different takes from different angles. You switch your gaze from the camera, to the director and finally landing on the boys. Ben’s slamming the drums, looking into the makeshift crowd, singing occasionally. Your breathing stopped, struggling to swallow the saliva that seemed to pool in your mouth.
Ben caught your eye, winking at you and continuing to play the drums with all his might. He looked great, amazing, perfect – sexy even. You blushed and walked away from set, wiggling your body to the sound of the music in the background. You walked outside to get some fresh air. You fanned yourself as you nodded towards the workers who were looking at you with strange stares.
After about five minutes, you went back to the set and see Ben’s eyes light up as soon as you are in his peripheral vision. He gives one final hit to the cymbal, finishing off the song and getting up in a stance where his arm is raised with his drumsticks in his hand, a legendary grin on his face. His vest lifts and shows more of his torso, you look down stop yourself from looking at him, playing with the hem of your shirt.
“Cut! Alright everybody, well done, you get an hour and a half break, use it wisely!” The director yells to the cast, pulling off the headphones, speaking to what appears to be his personal assistant. The boys walk up to you, with a girl by Rami’s side, you assume she’s Lucy.
“How was my drumming, Hun?” Ben mutters cheekily.
“It was great! Honestly, I am such a sucker for drummers.” You say with a flirty smile. He cackles and hits your shoulder with his.
“Would you like to get lunch with us?”
“Sure, why not?”
Sitting down next to Ben and Joe, Ben pulls his phone out and furrows his eyebrow. “Joe, are you fucking kidding me?” He laughs. Rami looks up from his phone, Lucy and Gwil stop talking to each other to listen.
“What happened?”
“I did nothing!” Joe exclaims.
“You took a photo of Y/N and I and posted it to your Instagram stories, you dickhead,” Ben tries to hold in his laughter as he shows you the photo. You and Ben are looking at each other, smiling and arms linked together. It says, “she took my ben away, luckily I have a ben at home :)” You cackle and put your hand over your mouth after hearing the noise come from your mouth. Embarrassed, you cover your face and let out a muffled scream.
“What the hell, Joe?” You say in between giggles and gasps.
“Hey, you two looked cute, I wanted to capture it and put it out into the world!”
“We ain’t cute, I ain’t cute,” You say, with a ‘matter of fact’ tone.
“Do you want to fight me on this, because I will,” Lucy comments, “You are freaking cute, oh my goodness! Your boyfriend must fall at your knees!”
“Oh no, I’m actually very single, and have been for a very long time.”
“For how long?” Lucy asks, genuinely curious. You look at Ben with an eyebrow raised.
“Ben, how old am I?”
“Oh, shut up, you have had many dates!”
“But I seem to scare them all off! It’s like as soon as I kind of like them, and they seem to be even slightly interested in me, they run off as soon as they meet my friends!” Ben smirks at this comment, chuckling to himself. You eye him suspiciously, “Do you have anything to do with me being single this very moment? Because when my last date met you, I went to the bathroom and he was gone when I came out!”
“I do nothing to them, I just tell them what’ll happen if they break your heart! They seem to get the point and leave,” Ben smirks, leaning back in his seat and puts his arm around your chair. You turn to him and hit his stomach. You look a little sad, Gwilym sees this and changes the subject to something that is supposed to happen on set. You keep eating, giving Gwilym a small nod to thank him. Joe pokes you slightly, you turn to him. You felt Ben move his hand to your shoulder and squeezed slightly, you put your hand on his.
“You okay? I can delete the story if you want,” he murmurs, I shake my head and give him a smile.
“No need, it’s already out there in the world, may as well deal with the consequences tomorrow.”
You’d quickly excused yourself from the set at about 7pm to get that medical certificate you needed for work, the doctor had told you to take off today and tomorrow and see how you feel after that. You’d made it back to the set before they all started to pack up and leave for the day, it was 10pm. Were you gone for that long?
Ben saw you once again and pulled you to his trailer, his wig was gone, and his costume had changed into something that was a deemed ‘appropriate’ for this century. You’d never say this out loud, but you missed the long mop of hair on his head, it did him wonders.
“You can come back to my hotel with me if you’d like, the guys and Lucy are coming back, we’re going to have a couple of drinks,” he tells me as he pulls his leather jacket over the maroon jumper he’s wearing. He grabs his bag and heads to the door, you following shortly after him.
“Uh, I guess? I mean, the doctor gave me off tomorrow as well,” You mumble as you pull your phone out to text your boss. “Where would I sleep though?”
“With me in my bed, of course, I wouldn’t invite you to sleep at my hotel to make you sleep on couch, Love,” He pulls you close and hugs you tightly, “I’m not that much of an asshole.” He smirks and kisses your forehead.
“Ben! Are we going back to your hotel? Or might we leave you with your lady friend?” Joe yells from the other side of the road, closing and locking his trailer. He laughs loudly seeing your very clear confused expression.
“Fuck off,” He laughs, “Yeah mate, I’ll meet you there!” Ben looks back to you, with a quirked eyebrow. “You ready?”
“Yeah, I think all my stuff is in here,” Quickly checking your handbag you nodded, your phone, a portable charger and your purse were all there, as well as the unnecessary pads, tampons, makeup wipes and Panadol, you can’t be too careful, can you? He nods back at you and puts his arm around you as you two walk to the car park, kissing your hair. You instantly lean into him, and you would say to him that it’s for warmth, but any excuse to get close to Ben.
You arrive at Ben’s hotel, becoming increasingly tired, just wanting to crawl up into a ball. You yawn, three times in a row, tears welling up in your eyes. You try to blink them away while sniffling. Ben looks at you with concern on your face.
“What’s wrong?” He grabs your shoulders, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. He pushes your hair behind your ear, leaving his hand there.
“Oh! Nothing, I’m just really tired and when I yawn, I cry,” You laugh as the others burst through the door. Joe instantly turns to you, noticing the redness in your eyes.
“Ben! What did you do to this wonderful woman?”
“Nothing, she’s just tired,” he turns back to you, “Do you want to go to bed? We’ll try our best to be quiet.”
“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll have a few drinks and then go to bed. I’ll be fine...” You trail off, yawning once more.
“You’re going to bed and that’s final,” Ben says, turning to the group. “I’ll put her to bed, you guys get started without me.” Ben drags you to the hotel bedroom, which was down the hall from the lounging area and kitchen. He didn’t bother turning on the light, the lights from the windows were enough to see the general whereabouts of everything. He bends down to his suitcase and throws you a pair of tracksuit pants and a tank top. “Change into that, it’s comfier than what you’re wearing, Sweetheart.” He points at your outfit - leggings, a black spaghetti strap top with a forest green woollen cardigan and boots.
You blush a little at the endearment, “What are you on about? Leggings are so comfy, I can’t wear any other pants out.”
“I’d rather you not wear those to bed, you deserve to change into something fresh.”
He stands in the room still, not seeming to want to leave. You stare at him with an awkward smile. “Does that mean you’re gonna leave, or…”
“Oh yeah, sorry, I’ll be outside the door, just yell out when you’re done, Love.” You quickly change into the clothes he gave you, whipping off your shirt, taking off your bra and placing it on the floor next to the bed. The pants he gave you were a tight fit, so you just took them off and placed them back into the suitcase.
You pulled the shirt down to cover yourself, being only in his shirt and underwear, you sat cross-legged on the bed, the blanket covering your legs. You call out his name, thinking for a second that he went to his friends, but when he opened the door, you smiled. He looked down at his suitcase and saw the pants tucked back in there. He looks at you - frowning.
“They were kind of tight on me, so I didn’t wear them… You were always thinner than me, Hun,” You smile.
“So, what have you got on?”
You are glad it’s dark in his room, otherwise he would see the large blush creep onto your cheeks and over your neck. “I’m just wearing my leggings,” you lie. You never even liked to wear long pants when sleeping, even he should know that by now. “Thank you for this Ben, I’ve missed you a lot.” You smile, a yawn slowing your speech.
“I’ve missed you so much as well, Love, I’m glad we got to see each other.” He walks over to you and sits on the bed. He kisses your forehead, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, staring intensely into your eyes. You can’t help but notice when his eyes flicker to your lips and back to your eyes that you do the seem to do the same, a light pink shading your cheeks as you notice his breathing become faster.
You tried your best to not kiss him and apparently your body heard your pleas, so to ruin the moment, you let out a huge yawn, causing you both to break contact. He lets out a nervous chuckle. “You should be going to bed, darling, you’re very tired.” He pats your cheek and stands up from the spot on the bed he was in. You nod, eyes fluttering shut as you’re still sitting up. “Love - lie down before you fall asleep,” he laughs.
“Oh yeah, that would probably help,” your head crashes down onto the pillow, almost instantly putting you to sleep. You hear keys jangle and a ripping sound, then feeling a wipe over your face. “Thanks for taking off my makeup. I’m surprised you knew they were there,” You mutter sleepily at him, he smiles down at you. Your eyes close once again while you hear a faint “I love you” come from the door, but you’re too tired to answer back.
You wake up at 3am when you roll over to the other side of the bed. Ben hadn’t occupied the other side. Your hair was all over the place and sweat covered your face and body, the blanket thrown off to the end of the bed.
You stand up, walking out of the bedroom of the hotel. Not hearing any sound come from the lounging area, you tip toe out to see Ben on his phone, watching the T.V with no noise, but with subtitles. He really did try to keep the noise minimal as possible. He must’ve sensed someone was there and whipped his head around to see you standing there, one of your hands rubbing your eyes. He let out a small chuckle at the sight of you.
“Hey there, sleeping beauty, how’d you sleep?”
You fought off saying ‘great until I felt you weren’t there when I woke up’, instead saying “It was okay, why aren’t you asleep yet?”
“Eh, I haven’t felt the need to go to bed yet,” he stretched, turning off the T.V. “Now I do though,” He stands up and looks at your legs. “You were wearing leggings, my ass,” a sarcastic tone runs through his voice. You look down and shrug.
“It got really hot in the room, I took them off at one point.” You lie again, you’d bombed as soon as you got the chance, “where is everyone? I thought you guys would’ve woken me up at some point.”
“We had a few drinks, congratulated each other on a great job on set, but everyone got tired after their 3rd or 4th drink, so they all went home. I didn’t drink though, didn’t feel the need to.”
“Oh, okay,” you mumble. Ben walks up to you, towering over you, you crane your neck to look at him. “I want to go back to bed, you coming?”
“Right behind you, Love.”
You two walk back to the bedroom, you instantly crashing onto the bed and curling up, Ben chuckles as he sees you spoon the blanket, cuddling yourself into it. Ben strips to his boxers and throws them in a direction he’ll probably regret in the morning.
He gets into the other side of the bed, almost hesitantly. He looks at the way you’re situated on the bed, admiring how you can fall asleep almost instantly, anywhere. He turns to face the way you’re facing, his arms crossing against his chest as he sees your chest rise and fall.
You stir a little bit, turning yourself over so you’re facing Ben. You open your eyes and see him staring at you, smiling as you admire the way he’s looking at you. Almost as if he’s looking at you with love and adoration in his eyes. He doesn’t seem phased with you seeing him stare at you, as if he wants you to know.
You don’t notice, but he scoots closer to you, resting his hand on your cheek. His eyes flicker to your lips and eyes, back and forth constantly. He opens his mouth and lets out a desperate sigh. “Just tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he whispers, but you don’t.
You let his lips fall onto yours, gently and lovingly. You instantly move your lips against his, placing your legs between his as they twine together. He caresses your cheek, moving deeper and deeper into the kiss. You pull away to catch your breath, “Why’d you do that?” You ask with confusion.
“Did I completely misread the situation?” He breathes.
“I didn’t realise there was a situation to begin with, Hun,” you place your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating faster. He chuckles slightly, placing his hand on your waist. The movement caused you to let out a jagged breath, you swallowed thickly. You look up at him with pleading eyes, “Kiss me again?”
He didn’t answer, he immediately placed his lips in between yours, sighing in delight. He pulls your waist closer to his, you throw your leg over to the other side of his, climbing onto his lap – straddling him. The movement caused you both to deepen the kiss – the kiss that made you dizzy, that made your legs weak, made your head fuzzy. What was happening and why did you want to stay like this?
Both of his hands were placed on your waist, squeezing at times to comfort your trembling knees. One of your hands were grasping his hair, the other on his chest still – you pull slightly at his hair, causing him to let out a small moan. You smile into the kiss as you begin to pull away, his lips trying to chase yours to not end the fun you two were having. He lets out an annoyed huff as you press a chaste kiss to his lips.
“What are we doing?” You laugh, slightly out of breath.
“Well, I think it’s time I told you that I love you – more than a friend and I hope that you feel the same way.” He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing up and down in a comforting way.
“That was so nonchalant – I would have been shitting myself,” You gaze at him – seeing love in his eyes, something you yearned to see from his eyes.
“Oh, I am, but I’d prefer not to show it. Especially with a gorgeous lady on my lap.”
“Well, you might be delighted to know that I actually love you too – surprisingly,” you shrug and smile.
“Well, I’m glad.”
You both had fallen asleep cuddling into each other, feeling the breaths and heartbeats of each other. By the morning, your arm was slung over his body, your leg perched into his and head on his chest – his arm under your neck and his head leaning on yours. The blinds were kept open –the natural sunlight waking the two of you up. He smiled down at you seeing you stare at his chest, your fingers tracing circles around his abs.
“Good morning, Love,” He gives you a kiss on the forehead, another on your nose and a peck on your lips. “I still have to go onto set, you want to come again?” You nod, too sleepy still to talk. He got up and before closing the door to the bedroom, he looked back to you, “I’ll let you wake up a little, I know how cranky you are in the morning – if you want a shower, just let me know. We’ll leave in an hour,” he closes the door.
You let out a small squeal as you remembered that Ben fucking Jones loves you back. You had believed the love was one sided, unrequited, unwanted. You smiled as you realise that wasn’t the case. You stood up and quickly got changed, keeping the shirt Ben gave you on. You’d thrown your hair into a messy ponytail as Ben walked in the door again, wet hair, beads of water dripping down his chest and a towel hanging low on his hips.
“I forgot my clothes - did you want a shower?” He asked, looking to you for an answer.
You’d forgotten how to talk – looking at Ben’s body, “Uh…” was all you muttered, as if you were real life buffering. You’d somehow snapped out of it, looking at him with a cherry shaded blush on your cheeks and ears. “Sorry, uh, I don’t shower in the morning, I shower at night, so I’m okay, thanks. I will need to borrow deodorant though.” You smile cheesily, “I really am a sucker for you, huh?”
“I thought it was only drummers?” A smug smile slips onto his lips.
“Oh, no, it was always you, Sweetheart,” You giggle, he walks over to you giving you quick kiss, but you wrapped your hand into his wet hair, pulling him closer. He pulled away slightly with a slightly concerned look on his face, “Do I get to call you mine now?”
“You could’ve called me yours, long ago, Jones.”
You arrived at the movie set, your hand set in Ben’s, chuckling to yourselves. Joe had seen you two walk in, immediately rushing you away from Ben. “I know why Ben kept pushing away those dates you had with those guys!” He rushes out.
“Oh really, what is it?” You say – struggling to keep from laughing. You’d realised why he didn’t let you go out with those guys last night. Ben walks up to you and wraps his arm around your waist, Joe almost goes to say something to him until he sees Ben kiss your lips.
“I’ll see you in a bit, my love, I need to get into costume, come to the makeup department when you’ve finished talking to Joe,” he smirks, kissing you one last time before walking off. Joe is pointing half heartedly with his mouth wide open.
“Well, at least you two finally sorted your fucking shit out.”
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thepoisonroom · 5 years ago
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hey im thinkin about getting into standup, but im overwhelmed thinking about where to start, do you have any tips?
oh my god i do!!!! i wrote this whole thing and i'm coming back to this intro to say that it turns out i had a LOT to say so apologies for the length! and take this all with a HUGE grain of salt! i'm one person working in a very specific niche (LGBT comedy) in a weird granola-y city so my experiences are not universal. anyway:
i started as a complete beginner to like writing my own material and doing spoken performance (i was a band kid which is SO different) so if you have any experience in those areas you've already got a huge leg up anyway:
first and most obvious is take notes! i have a tiny joke notebook that i take everywhere and before that i kept notes on my phone. write down ideas you have during your day or before you fall asleep. it's an easy and organic way to acquire material without the pressure of sitting down and Being Funny On Command. having that repository of ideas in your back pocket will make it easier to sit down and prepare your set, and i find it always gives me inspiration for more material.
if you're really nervous, i'd recommend going to the open mic that you're looking at ahead of time so you can get a sense of what the crowd and vibe are like there. i do a really small lgbt open mic which is a really friendly low-pressure audience. if your town has something like that, or an open mic that advertises itself as a place for first timers, i'd recommend that. the crowd makes a HUGE difference and if you don't jive with the culture of the mic it's worth it to be picky! i really don't want you to go to some gross bro-fest and have a bad experience getting heckled by drunk randos. you deserve an audience that'll help you relax and enjoy your time onstage.
find out the standards and practices for your mic! mics have very different systems for deciding who gets to perform, but most of them involve arriving ahead of time to put your name on a list. find out when the list goes up and how it works. small mics will usually let everyone who signs up perform. big mics will sometimes choose people randomly. sometimes they'll give priority to first timers or out of towners or people the host knows. it's important to know this so you have some idea of how to get onstage, and how likely it is that you'll get a spot.
at most mics the organizer will have some way to let you know how much time you have. try to find out how they do this and how much time you'll have. all the ones i've done will show you a light when you have one minute left and then another when your time is up. try not to stress about this too much. it's usually no big deal if you're just trying out a little bit of material and wrap up early. it's also not a big deal if you're in the middle of something when you get the first light. just expect it and give yourself that remaining minute to wrap things up; you don't have to panic and cut yourself off.
it's very common for newbies to deliver their material too fast! you're nervous! we get it! but you can take pauses to think, or to let the crowd finish laughing, and that's totally great and fine! don't pressure yourself to get in every single joke you wrote down! if you pace yourself everything will land more cleanly and it'll help the audience follow your line of thought. pauses feel so scary and long when you're starting out, but i promise they're not bad and seem much shorter to the people watching than they do to you.
it's very normal to bring your joke notes onstage during an open mic, so don't sweat about memorizing all of your material. it's a place where people go to practice! on a similar note, don't worry if you forget things completely or skip something and have to add it in out of order. this is when those pauses come in handy! you can absolutely give yourself a second and then transition into a new topic. no one will mind (or notice tbh) if it's a little disjointed. again, you're practicing!
everyone has different systems for how they like to prepare and get feedback. one of my friends rehearses her sets in front of two different audiences and gets their feedback. i used to rehearse my sets in front of my ex for feedback but now i usually just make a voice recording of myself practicing that i can listen to or watch beforehand. if you can find an audience and feel comfortable letting them see a work in progress, practicing in front of someone you trust is a great way to workshop your material and get used to having an audience. even if you're practicing with a live audience, it can also be really helpful to record the whole thing so you can watch it back and have a clearer record of which parts landed and which ones need work. it can be hard to remember what you said and did, especially if you're nervous, so having that record of how it went is super helpful when you're making edits.
also this might be something that everyone in the world knows except for me a year ago, but it's very normal to try the same material repeatedly, even at the same mic. i didn't realize this and used to write an original 5-8 minutes every week but no one expects you to do that. you're there to practice and perfect material, not impress everyone with the volume of writing you do.
oh i also didn't know this but it's very acceptable to riff off of jokes that the host or comics who went before you have done in the mic. if you're into improvising this is a really easy way to cash in on the audience goodwill other people have generated. but if you're someone who prefers to memorize that's very cool too. it's not required, it's just a cheat i lean on if i'm not sure how i want to start.
this has been implicit in other stuff i've said but it's worth it to say it directly: do NOT worry if what comes out onstage is different from what you planned. it's hard to predict how you'll react to having an audience, and it's also super normal to cut or add in material depending on the vibe you're getting from the crowd.
don't worry about structuring your jokes or physical/verbal performance a certain way just because other people do it. lean into whatever makes you feel funniest and most confident! our idiosyncrasies are what make us funny! i make a lot of dumb hand gestures onstage and i laugh at my own jokes and do the same stupid voice whenever i'm speaking as someone else within a joke. that's my approach and it works for me! it's not how, like, john mulaney does it, but it's not my job to be john mulaney, it's my job to relax and express myself.
oh also like this should be obvious but remember that you're also there to be an audience member and learn from watching other people! try to be courteous and listen to everyone else! if you like people's performances and feel comfortable doing so it's nice to tell them that afterwards! standup is a solo performance but you can learn a lot from other people, and those relationships can be super helpful if you want advice or want to eventually get booked to perform for money.
sorry, i see now that some of these are really concrete and some are really esoteric. the practical tips are good as is, but i think what i'm mostly trying to say with the more esoteric stuff is this: the reason i love doing comedy with other women and LGBT people is that i think we all have such different and interesting senses of what it could look like to be funny. some people love puns and some people love impressions or storytelling or absurdism or whatever. pop culture can give us such a monolithic idea of what funny looks like but in reality it's a huge creative challenge to find new ways to be funny! try to focus on what inspires you and gives you ideas! it's about expressing yourself, so you are the ultimate arbiter of what that expression can look like.
oh also a disclaimer: especially for marginalized people, there can be a ton of pressure to use your personal experiences as joke fodder. if you're in an audience that doesn't share those identities, it can be really tempting to work overtime to make them comfortable with your perceived difference. be really mindful of your own boundaries so you don't end up feeling bled dry by something that's supposed to be fun and affirming! i do a lot of jokes about being a lesbian and being biracial, but for me it's important not to rely on homophobic or racist stereotypes to get laughs, because that's something that personally makes me uncomfortable. i talk about my mental illness a lot in standup, but there are parts i keep private even though they're funny, because they'd feel too vulnerable to share. make sure to ask yourself how you'll feel sharing your experiences with an audience.
also, a quick note for you or anyone else who's interested in standup even a little bit. PLEASE do not hesitate to hit me up, whether on anon or off anon or in the DMs, if you ever want advice or want to workshop joke ideas or need a test audience or ANYTHING. i've been unusually lucky in my experiences, and even i've been put off by other comedians' material and behavior, and the culture of the standup scene in my city. i've been really lucky that i met other LGBT comedians early on who wanted to support and mentor me, and it's really important to me to pay that forward to anyone who wants to try it out.
i'm really sorry that that was so long-winded, but i hope some of it helps! if you do end up trying standup, please message me and let me know how it goes! i'm rooting for you!!
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YAY!!!! im sorry for this..... Edit but we have reached the end of 20gayteen and as always we’ve had wonderful incredibly well written fics by amazing, dedicated authors in every single corner of the 1d fandom, thank you SO MUCH for sharing your talent w us! i know that sometimes you feel like your work isnt appreciated enough, and im sorry for that because your talent is massive and we’re so lucky to have such legendary ppl writing stories out of their love for the 1d members. keep writing! keep doing what you love! you’ll always have an audience <3
this list is by no means Objective, its only a compilation of the 10 fics ive reread and yelled about the most. thank you to all the following authors for making me laugh, cry, gasp and shout! (for some of you i would’ve chosen more fics, your talent has produced many masterpieces in ONE year, how cool is that?)
now in a minute by @avocadolouie
13 feels like yesterday for many people, but for Louis it actually was.
More than anything in the world, Louis Tomlinson dreams of growing up. Simply skipping over all of the awkward, embarrassing years of teenage existence and getting on with life. Real life.
So when thirteen-year-old Louis wakes up in the body of his thirty-year-old self, he expected everything in his adult life to be picture perfect. And maybe it is. He has it all…or so it seems.
Except his favorite person and lifelong best mate, Harry Styles, is totally missing from the equation and Louis doesn’t understand why. He has a lot of catching up to do and as adult life turns out to be more than what he bargained for, Louis can’t help wondering why a life that seemed so perfect, feels so empty.
Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.
the second hand unwinds by @fullonlarrie
Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.
just call me inspiration by @hereforlou
The truth is Louis knows he’s going to hell, if there is such a thing, but it isn’t because he writes erotic fiction for a living. If anything, it’s because his muse, the reason he’s inspired to write about people shagging in increasingly creative ways everyday, is the sweetest, loveliest, most genuine (and completely oblivious) future children-book illustrator in the world.
(Or, the one where Louis is a writer, Harry is an art student, and they inspire each other in very different ways.)
make your words a weapon by @helloamhere
There’s no single path forward from the connection, no truth other than the truth that the person whose words you carry is out there, an undefined something that you’re going to have to deal with.
In whatever way you can possibly deal with meeting the stranger who's always been there, and always been missing.
OR: Louis is a music critic, Harry is a rockstar, soulmates are destiny but no one ever said destiny was easy, music is everything.
the road less travelled by by @freetheankles
Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of Nowhere, Canada.
Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life, quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed.
Louis certainly didn't need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home. Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his husband. His late husband.
A trespasser who wasn’t supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis’ sleeve — where it once laid.
No, Louis definitely didn’t need Harry.
for as long as i can remember (it’s been december) by @greenfeelings
After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.
Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.
when the sun won’t let you sleep by @allwaswell16
Four years ago, Louis Tomlinson left the UK to live on an Antarctic research station for reasons best left in the past. He’s carved out a life for himself on the ice and has dedicated himself to his research, his friends, and especially the Halley VI research station. He’s less than thrilled when he learns that Harry Styles, a glaciologist from another base who once broke his heart, will be coming to Halley, and he’s definitely unprepared for the upheaval Harry brings with him.
promise in the sky by @hazzabeeforlou
AU in which Harry Styles, a naïve, repressed, socially awkward Midwestern highschooler tries to navigate his fundamentalist evangelical parents and radically progressive older sister. He’s doing an okay job of this until the Tomlinson family starts attending Lakeside Baptist Church and a boy named Louis changes everything. Harry is forced to come to grips with his true self when Louis becomes more than just his best friend; but their relationship opens a can of worms and sends them on the most painful, heartbreaking journey of their young lives. They risk everything and nearly lose, and Harry learns that perhaps only one Bible verse is true: that perfect love casteth out fear.
buried like treasure by @becomeawendybird
Prince Harry Styles is very private. He chooses to keep himself out of the public eye but feels lonely and isolated while surrounded by people in his hectic royal life. When he finishes his dissertation, he decides to take a solo holiday to one of the royal family's properties in the Swiss Alps.
Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.
take a chance on me by @velvetnoodle
Harry Styles, former member of the hugely successful boyband Status Single, returns to his hometown of Holmes Chapel with his daughter nine years after the band broke up and he disappeared from the limelight. Convinced he’s faded into obscurity by now, Harry deems this the perfect place to give his daughter a stable childhood, which includes signing her up to play football at the local club, of course.
The only problem is the coach, Louis, seems to dislike him. Like really, really dislike him. Which drives Harry mad, because everyone likes him. Everyone. So when he finds out Louis’ flat has flooded and he’s got nowhere to stay, Harry is quick to offer up his spare room in the hopes of winning the other man over.
(aka the Strangers to Enemies to Friends to Lovers Roommate AU you didn’t know you needed, feat. Single Dad!Harry, Footie Coach!Louis, a precocious 9 year old, a band of meddling family members, an overly excited labradoodle, an extremely Done cat, and a Shiall wedding you’ll never forget.)
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chungha-supremacist · 6 years ago
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No borders - Chapter 2
word count: 5003
SUMMARY:
“It’s just us 5 right?”
“Forever.”
“No men allowed… ever. Let’s promise to eachother that we will never let any man come in between us!”
“Never!”
Naive promises told at a young age, just between 5 best friends. They promised their world to eachother, “best friends ‘till death breaks us apart”. 10 Years passed. The same 5 girls, but no longer blinded by those “stupid promises”. It will be broken. The promise of a lifetime. The lust of love is what makes us all see unclear. We lose our friends, or soulmates, we fall for the unknown, we fall for lies and for the feeling of being important to someone who will drag us far away from who truly matters.
“Forget about the world… forget about them… right now, it’s only me and you. They don’t need to know that I love you.”
CATEGORY: F/F; F/M
Fandom: RED VELVET (Band), NCT (Band)
Relationships: Park Sooyoung / Kim Yerim; Bae Joohyun / Kang Seulgi; Son Seungwan / Nakamoto Yuta
Characters: Park Sooyoung; Kim Yerim, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Son Seungwan, Seo Youngho, Jung Jaehyun, Nakamoto Yuta, Dong Si Cheng, Wong Yuk Hei, Lee Taeyong, Chung Ha
Additional Tags: friendship,angst, mistrust, lies, cheating, lesbian interactions, smut, fluff, fashion, models, rich life, etc
RATED: SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST.
CHAPTER 2
Sooyoung found herself in the most awkward encounter with her alleged “boss” at the dinner, in a pub where all you could see were horny couples grinding on eachother on the dance floor and drunk dudes whistleing and winking at her. She felt out of context, especially because all Yuk Hei was doing was drool over every chick who would pass his sight.
“Could you be any more obvious…” sighs Sooyoung.
“Jealous?” says Yuk Hei now smirking at her.
“You’re drunk. Maybe it’s better if I will drive your car to your home, so that I make sure WE get there safe and I can take the subway to my home-“
“I’m not drunk, Sooyoung. I just wanna have some fun tonight, whether if it’s gona be with you or with some random chi-“
Sooyoung was so full of it that her punch met the table in the loundest way possible which made Yuk Hei forget his words.
“Hey.. I was joking, ok..”
“I am not joking here, Yuk Hei. If you just wanted me to come here for you to get me drunk and get laid with me, you should’ve said so. Goddamnit, boys are all the same!” screams Sooyoung, now being angrier than ever before, while grabbing her purse and running out of the pub.
She felt like tearing up. She can’t stand this feeling anymore. Every guy she tries to even be friends with, they all end up wanting “something” back… She is sick of these “species” called males.
“SOOYOUNG!”
Sooyoung doesn’t bother to turn around and she wipes the small tears from her eyes hearing Yuk Hei running after her. Soon, he catches up to her and grabs her hand firmly, turning her to face him, centimeters away from eachother.
“What.”
“I’m sorry.”
“For what. Nothing happened there, I’m just tired. Take me home. Or I’ll take the subway.”
“I’ll take you home Sooyoung.”
They were now standing in the even more awkward silence than the atmosphere at the pub. Yuk Hei was pretending to be focused on driving and Sooyoung was desperately refreshing her messages waiting for a message from Yeri who seemed to have been offline the entire day. She sighs.
“What’s wrong..?” says Yuk Hei while putting one hand on her leg.
“Don’t touch me.” And she throws his hand away.
Yuk Hei suddenly stops the car at an empty gas station.
“Sooyoung, I know you don’t have a good impression of me-“
“Damn right.”
“But tonight I invited you to change that.”
“Does it seem like it worked?”
“No.. but I want to make it work.”
“What do you even want Yuk Hei…”
“You.”
Sooyoung swears she gaged at this word.
“Excuse me?”
“Sooyoung… give me a chance.”
“You are my boss!!” quietly screams Sooyoung.
“So? I’m technically not. I am just the chief of your department Sooyoung, and nobody would care anyway. One chance. Let me prove you that you are the only woman I’ve been thinking about lately.”
The strong smell of liquoir was now filling Sooyoung’s nostrils and she knew what she had to do.
“You are drunk and saying nonsense. Grow out of it. Tomorrow you wont even know what you just said now and you will get back to sleeping with 10 different girls per night.”
“That is not true!!” protests Yuk Hei.
“Oh yeah? Tell me more of how you fucked almost all the models from our company until now except me and Chung Ha. Hmm, I wonder WHY you chose exactly me and her to go out with you tonight. Luckly Chung Ha is not a stupid, sensitive person like me.”
Now Sooyoung feels more uncomfortable than ever. She just wants to run out of this stinky car.
“You- How do you know that??!! You got proof, honey??!!” screams Yuk Hei, now seeming like a monster in comparison to the innocent Sooyoung.
“I- BECAUSE I HAVE EARS YOU DUMB SLUT! DON’T YOU THINK I TALK WITH THE GIRLS YOU USE?? Don’t you think they cry to me after you ruin their lives with sweet lies, promising them the moonlight and in the end, leaving them on the edge of killing themselves??!! They feel like worthless whores after you use them!” Sooyoung can’t believe she just had the guts to say this.
“Sooyoung.” Says Yuk Hei while locking the doors of the car.
“W-what. W-what are you doing??” Sooyoung is now on the verge of crying and screaming.
“I will teach you a lesson, Sooyoung. Right here, right now.”
Yuk Hei unzips his pants and Sooyoung swears that she’s going to start crying.
“Yuk Hei please… Let me go, I don’t want you.” Cries Sooyoung while hitting on the door to open.
“After this, you will want me, baby girl.”
He takes his pants off revealing his expensive underwear and his very erected member.
Sooyoung is a smart girl. She wipes off her tears and crawls on top of him.
“See, you already know what you have to do baby girl. Now please your boss and maybe we’ll see about a promotion or something-“ but Sooyoung turns around and presses the button to unlock the doors. She falls on the stone-cold ground of the empty gas station and starts screaming for help. Right when she gets up, Yuk Hei grabs her hand animalistically and covers her mouth. Sooyoung bites with all her power on his finger and Yuk Hei screams in pain. She left her purse in his car, but she couldn’t care less. She is now running, screaming for help, but there was hardly anyone on the street. She runs for the subway station where she finds a tall man, dressed in a suit, lazily scrolling on his phone while waiting for the subway. She runs to him and grabs his hand desperately like her life depended on it. The male stands up in fear.
“Please help me. I am being chased.”
“By who?”
“There is a guy! Tall, black hair, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. H-he is trying t-o-“
“Don’t worry, stay by my side and if you see him, I will make sure nothing will happen to you, alright? Calm down please.”
Sooyoung takes a seat next to the man who looked so neat and who smelled like vanilla. She is trying to catch her breath when she realized her shirt was half unbuttoned and she lets out a small cry.
“I’m sorry…” she sobs.
“It’s alright. Don’t worry.” Says the man trying to reassure the insanely scared girl.
The subway arrives in the station and they both go in, no sign of Yuk Hei still following her.
“Do you think he is still looking for you?”
“That guy… He is my boss… I will have to face him at work… Or at least when I will apply my resignation.”
“Aha… Do you live far from the subway station where you get down? I can take you to your place if you’re still scared.”
After what happened, Sooyoung couldn’t trust anyone. Especially a stranger. She had no phone or money whatsoever at her so she had no one to call.
“May I use your phone..?” she quietly asks.
“Of course.” Says the man while taking out his huge, expensive phone.
Now the problem was: the only phone numbers she knew were her mom’s, her aunt’s and… Yeri’s. But Yeri hasn’t answered all day to her messages and calls, why would she answer now… She’s probably asleep. But she still tries her luck. She calls.
“Hello?”
Sooyoung swears she will start crying hearing the reassuring words of her best-friend.
“Y-yeri-ah… It’s me, Sooyoung. Joy.”
“JOY??!! Is this a new phone?”
“N-no.”
“What is wrong?” and now Yeri’s voice turned darker and more serious than ever.
Sooyoung starts crying.
“Y-yeri.. can you come pick me up from the subway station please.”
“SOOYOUNG WHAT IS WRONG??!! Yes!! I’m coming right now!” there is a pause and then Sooyoung hears the voice of a male on the other end, talking to Yeri and telling her ‘See you some other time?’. Sooyoung’s stomach ached.
“What was that-?”
“What was what? WHERE ARE YOU JOY??!!”
“In the subway, im getting down in 2 minutes. I’ll explain when we meet. Bye.”
The man smiles at her.
“Is everything ok? Is someone picking you up?”
“Yes yes! Thank you so much, Mister! This is where I get down… Thank you again…”
Sooyoung must’ve bowed to the man 50 times because she couldn’t thank the him enough.
When she exits the subway, there she is, Yeri, in the most gorgeous dress in the world, a silky black dress complimenting her body like a crown compliments a princess’ head. She worriedly runs to hug Sooyoung tightly and puts her jacket around her.
“Sooyoung… oh my godness… what happened??!!”
Sooyoung wipes her tear of happiness after seeing Yeri.
“Yuk Hei. I went out with him.”
“What??!! Your boss you mean??”
“Ex-boss. I aint walking in that office ever again.” Sobs Sooyoung while being guided by Yeri.
“Oh no… What did he do…”
“He tried to rape me Yeri.”
Yeri could swear she is going to punch a wall. She feels as anger grows inside of her and she feels like both crying and go look for the guy who did this to her other half.
“Soo…young.” Yeri finds her words terribly hard. “I cant believe this..” and she falls into Sooyoung arms, hugging around her small waistline. Sooyoung pats her head and they both start crying under the dark sky filled with stars.
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It is the next day and Irene shows no sign of being calm, standing in front of all the girls, after Sooyoung told them what happened.
“Where does he live???”
“IRENE!!”
“What?? HE needs to pay!”
“And what? You will go and fight him with your pilates movements??” replies Seulgi, making Wendy burst a small laugh.
“Hey.. I think the best way to deal with this is calling the police, right?” says Yeri. “This was almost harassment!”
“ALMOST, Yeri. The police cant do anything if it DIDN’T ACTUALLY HAPPEN and if Sooyoung has no sign of harassment on her body like bruises, hickeys, blood, cum.”
“I do have some bruises from when I fell on my knees…” says Sooyoung looking to the ground like being embarrassed to talk about what happened.
“Doesn’t prove anything!” screams Irene, being on the verge of giving up. She cant take stressful situations for shit.
“Ok ok ok. I see all of us are stressed here so what about: Sooyoung, you give your resignation throught email to the main CEO of your company so that you don’t have to go there and give it yourself and encounter the bastard. Next step, buy you a new phone.” Says Wendy.
“With what money…” replies Sooyoung demolished by the thought that she is now jobless.
“We will help you sweetie!” says Seulgi while kneeling in front of Sooyoung and massaging on her knee like a mother reassuring her daughter.
“I cant girls- I cant let you do this for me… I need a new job.”
“I think I can solve this…” says Yeri.
“Wait? What? How? I thought your company doesn’t accept any new models?” says Irene.
“Not me… I got a.. well… friend who can help you.”
“Friend??” gasps Wendy.
“The guy.. The guy I went out with last night.”
Wendy swears she choked while hearing about him.
“The photographer huh?” she says.
“Yes! Him.”
“Wait what- What guy?” says Sooyoung more confused then ever, until she realizes the male voice she heard last night through Yeri’s phone.
“He is a photographer for my company and for another company aswell. He also said  his other company are looking for more models since they are at the beginning and she asked me if I know any girls willing to do this and guess what-“
“No.” says Sooyoung all of the sudden.
“What??!!” screams Irene. “ Are you crazy Sooyoung??!! This is the best opportunity ever given to you!”
“No… I don’t want the mercy of your boyfriend, Yeri.” And with this, she leaves the room leaving only silence between the girls.
“H-he is n-not my boyfriend.” Stutters Yeri, trying to catch Sooyoung not to leave the house.
“You said y’all went out huh? Wasn’t it like a “date”?”
“I mean… It was but Sooyoung… He’s not my boyfriend, actually, I don’t think we have much in common, I don’t know.” Says Yeri trying to find her right words with her clearly jealous “friend”.
“Problems in paradise…” whispers Irene.
“Irene!!!” screams Seulgi.
Irene is now smirking while leaning on the wall. Seulgi swears sometimes she wants to rip that cocky smile off Irene’s face. She thinks too much. Her mind always “overthinks”. Irene thinks Sooyoung likes Yeri, but Seulgi denies this.
Sooyoung is now back in the room with the girls, sitting next to Yeri who is hugging her, to soften down the panicked friend and try to convince her.
“Sooyoung.” Says Wendy while biting her lip, not knowing if what she s about to say will affect her future… “I think you should accept working for Yeri’s… um.. friend.”
“Yees! See, all of us encourage you, Sooyoungie! Come oon! He is soo nice, you have nothing to worry about! I also heard one of his models is the Instagram Model Seo Soojin!” reassures Yeri excitedly.
“WAIT FOR REAL?” gasps Seulgi.
“Oh my god Seulgi, your crush is showing off…” sighs Irene.
“SHUT UP! You know I love Soojin, I follow her since she started her career!”
“Why don’t u marry her then…” says Irene sassily while looking at her nails.
“Irene… fine, I will shut up…” pouts sadly Seulgi and looks to the ground.
Irene smirks again. Knowing that Seulgi wouldn’t do anything over the power of her word. She basically has Seulgi at her little finger… and she loves it.
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It’s been a day. The girls spent it all together, watching 2 romantic movies at which Irene wanted to puke 5 times and Wendy didn’t pay any attention. They cooked together, played video games and had silly conversations. Nothing unusual.
Yeri is now alone, on the hallway, calling her photographer friend.
“Hello. Hi Yuta, it’s me, Yerimmie.”
“Of course, you don’t need to say who you are you know? It says when you call” says Yuta sarcastically, while letting out a small laugh.
Yeri seemed unphased but she left out a small laugh for the situation to not be awkward.
“So, you told me about your other company and that you are looking for new models?”
The conversation goes on, Yeri basically begging for him to take her bestie, Sooyoung, as a model at that company. They both come to the agreement that Sooyoung needs to come to an interview with him and his friends, the ones that basically run the entire company. He reassures Yeri that they are a trustable company, after Yeri summed up to him what happened to Sooyoung last night with her alleged “boss”.
Wendy listened to the entire conversation. ‘Yuta.. this sure is an unusual name… just as beautiful as the man who owns it…’. Wendy caught herself thinking about him again. This is bad Wendy. BAD BAD BAD.
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The following day, Sooyoung is more nervous than ever. She just sent her resignation through email to her CEO and she is waiting for an answer while she is getting ready for the job interview Yeri arranged for her. Sadly, Yeri wasn’t available today to come with her, since she had work to do, a runway most exactly, very important and couldn’t miss it. Irene refused to come because she “had better stuff to do”, Seulgi cried about how she has too many photos to edit and the only one left was… Wendy.
“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea…” stutters Wendy knowing that if she goes there, she will see Yuta.
“Comee onn!! Why not! You re the only friend I have left who doesn’t have work to do today. Please!”
“H-how do you know I aint got work t-to do..?”
“YOU DON’T WENDY!! You just said yesterday ‘Oh man, I cant wait for tomorrow to come since I have nothing to do but to laze around’.”
“Oh my god…” Wendy facepalms herself. “You really pay a lot of attention to what I say don’t you…”
“Yes. Now get ready. Dress up formally since not only me, but my bestie has to make a good impression too.”
“Whatever.. all im gona do was cheer cringely for you anyway….”
Still, she knew she will meet him. She had to look good, at least decent.
Wendy decides to go for a green, college-like sweater with a pair of skinny black jeans that complimented her legs like no other, some black knee-high boots and a leather jacket.
Sooyoung was wearing her hair in a ponytail, dressed in a flowy dress, Balenciaga Triple S shoes and a Balenciaga jacket.
They soon leave Sooyoung’ s apartment and they get In her car where she starts blabbering about how nervous she is. Wendy couldn’t help but not focus on what she was saying. She was nervous. She was just as nervous as her best-friend. Maybe even more. ‘No wrong move, Wendy.’ ‘Don’t look at him, Wendy’ ‘Don’t faint, Wendy’. It is BAD BAD BAD.
There they are. In a huge, 45 storey building, all glass everywhere and the most futuristic furniture. Dinamic walls that imitate a waterfall are welcoming the girls at the entrance desk, where an inasanely gorgeous woman in a suit waits for them with a big smile.
“Hello, ladies.”
“Uhm, hello m’am.” Says Sooyoung. “My name is Sooyoung”
Wendy hits her with her shoulder.
“Park Sooyoung” she adds.
“Oh, yes, that’s right! You ve got an interview in 5 minutes, right?”
“Yes! She,, she is my friend, Wendy. She came to support me, is it ok is she comes with me.. please?” pleads Sooyoung with her puppy eyes.
“Yes, of course. All of us need a back-up friend, an interview can be very stressful! Floor 35, Room 102. You have a changing room right next to it. You have the outfit you need to wear waiting for you there. Here is the key to the locker. Good luck!”
She sounded like a little machine at this point, together with her robotic smile. This made Sooyoung even more nervous. In the elevator, Wendy is adjusting her hair.
“Why are you even prepping yourself so much? Its not like you are the one being interviewed…”
“You said it yourself. In order to make a good impression, you need your friend to look just as good as you.” Says Wendy cockily.
“Ugh…” sighs Sooyoung as they get out of the elevator.
Everything is set and done. Sooyoung has changed into the interview outfit which was way less revealing than the one she had to wear for the previous interview for the other company. She felt relieved. This meant they are not some creeps like Yuk Hei. Wendy reassures Sooyoung by telling her she is gorgeous and that she will do well. She combed Sooyoung’s stunning slightly curled hair and now she looks like a princess. She is ready. But, is Wendy ready for what’s about to come?
 “Hello.” Bows Sooyoung politely as she shyly enters Room 102.
She is greeted by 3 of the most beautiful males in the world. Sooyoung is feeling it again. She will stand in front of 3 males. 3 insanely gorgeous males. They looked like models for the biggest modelling company. She couldn’t believe her eyes that they were just some CEOs.
She is followed by Wendy who refuses to look at the table where the 3 men where standing. She greets them with a small bow and stands next to Sooyoung as she is introducing her as her friend and asks for permission if she can stay during the interview.
“Of course.”
She heard this voice, this so familiar voice. She finally gains courage and looks up at the table. There he was, the man she has been dreaming for 3 days now. The “forbidden” temptation. He had his hair pushed back now. His blonde hair was now sleeked back, leaving sight to his forehead. He was wearing a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, showing off his expensive Rollex. His accompanied friends weren’t any lower than him.
“You can take a seat next to us” kindly but intimidatingly  says one of the others. “ My name is Dong Sicheng and I am the CEO of this company. I want to welcome you here first, and wish you luck. I wont be talking during this interview, I will let my mates do this.”
The CEO was definitely something else. A slender man, but very good-looking. All dressed in a black suit and a red tie. His auburn hair looked insanely sharp, as it was styled with care like it was the creation of God. He sure was intimidating. Standing there, not saying a word but analyzing every move with the attention of a tiger aiming for it’s prey.
“My name is Kim Doyoung. You may introduce yourself” said the last man of the 3.
She recognized him. Sooyoung. Sooyoung knew him. It was him. The man that saved her in the subway. The insanely kind and amazing guy that offered his phone to her. The tall and handsome male was looking at Sooyoung like he knew her. He recognized the girl and gave her a reassuring smile. She could read a warm “everything will be alright!” on his face, just like two nights ago. He looked just as sleek as that night. Suit, pushed back hair with a sense of gel in it.
Wendy quietly sat on the other side of their table, next to Doyoung, so that she wont have to sit next to Yuta. She felt followed. She didn’t know why but she had the impression he was looking at her. Even if she knew, its all in her panicked head. The males smelled absolutely heavenly. She felt like she was sitting among the angels.
Sooyoung was doing so well, she was showing off her amazing body in the most sensual ways and the males seemed to show now sign of “perversion” at her presentation. They seemed formal and professional. This boosted Sooyoung’s confidence even more, knowing she is not showing herself off to some “preditors”. Wendy smiled to Sooyoung the entire time, but she couldn’t help not stare at Yuta while he was focused on studying Sooyoung. Wendy analysed Yuta like the most surreal painting you find in a museum, trying to uncover his secrets. She wanted to know more. She wanted to know him. She needed to approach Yuta. But no. This is BAD BAD BAD.
Sooyoung was now done and the males sent her to the changing room to put back her casual clothes. Wendy was left alone with them. She felt like the minutes became hours. She was sweating so bad and the silence was a killer. Until one of them broke it and said “What do you think?”.
“Isnt it weird for us to talk about this next to her friend?” said the CEO, Sicheng, nonchalantly, like Wendy couldn’t hear them just perfectly.
“Don’t mind me… I can leav-“
“No, theres no problem.” Stopped Yuta.
She swore her heart fell to the ground and came back to her chest. It meant nothing to him, he was just being nice and a professional man, but yet, in her hopeful mind, she hoped that maybe he found the slightest interest in her.
The males were filling the room with their deep, rough voices as they were talking about Sooyoung. In the end, they decided to accept her. Wendy jumped off her seat unconscioudly and screamed a small “YES!”.
The males were staring at her blankly. Except for Yuta, who started smiling and broke the silence with a small laugh.
“You must be really happy for your best friend. Especially after what I heard happened to her. I am so sorry.” He said.
That was it. She felt like there was only him and her right now.
“Y-yes. She suffered a lot. You guys gave her a chance to be happy again and gain her own money, she is a very hard-working person, don’t worry about it!” added Wendy, trying to be as serious as she could.
Sooyoung entered the room and Wendy could read on her face that she was extremely anxious and nervous. She ran to hug her. This made Doyoung and Yuta smile a little. Sicheng looked at them and rolled his eyes. The man for sure was the most professional here and he was very stiff. He announced Sooyoung that she was accepted, gave her a timetable, a key to her new private locker and changing room and a list with all the phone numbers and the names of them and the models of their company. Wendy’s eyes widened when she saw Yuta’s number on that paper. But, she would never have the courage to ever use it… Would she?
Right after saying goodbye to them and before leaving, Yuta calls for Wendy.
“Hey, I just wanted to know, are you by any chance the girl that was at Yerim’s apartment when I came to take her? You seem familiar, that’s why.” Said Yuta while gathering the scattered papers from the desk.
“Yes. Its me. I also recognized you.” Says Wendy slightly awkwardly.
“Ah, that’s nice. So if im friends with Yeri, I guess we can be too… or?”
Wendy swore she felt like she was just asked to prom in the 7th grade by the cutest guy in the class. But they were two grown up adults. Yet he made her feel so comfortable, so childish around him.
She rushes a “Yes, yes! Of course!”.
“That is great” he shows a sweet smile. So sweet she feels her feet melt. His whole face took another meaning when he smiled. “Ask Yeri or Sooyoung for my number, if you ever need anything or just want to… you know, see eachtoher at a coffee or something.”
“Ah. Yes, sure!” she couldn’t think of anything smart to say. She was brainwashed.
They were now in Sooyoung’s car, on their way to Seulgi’s place where they all were planning to see eachother and celebrate Sooyoung’s new job. Wendy was looking on the window the whole way home. She was smiling. She was happy. She was feeling for this man something she hasn’t ever felt before for a man, and she had many meaningful relationships throughout her life. But never has she dreamt at a man the way she keeps thinking at this one. Next step: she had to know what Yerim truly feels for this man! She had to know if she has to erase him forever from her memory or if maybe she has a chance.
They got to Seulgi’s place where they were greeted with arms opened by all the girls. Even Irene seemed truly happy, she had a wide smile that the girls haven’t seen in so long.
“Soooo… HOW DO WE PARTY TONIGHTT??!!” jumps Yeri excitedly.
“Why don’t we go to the club?” proposes Seulgi. “I don’t really want to clean up over a party that we would hold at my place”.
“I would help you…” mumbles Irene.
“Shuut up! I want in a club!” protests Seulgi who seemed like a child who wants candies.
“I am alright with this!” says Wendy while staying on her phone, looking for clubs.
They all agreed in the end, more or less they had to drag Irene there. They were all getting ready and Yerim was in the bathroom doing her make-up since the whole bedroom was packed with the other girls. Wendy saw the perfect oprtunity. Now it’s the time. Now or never.
“Yerimie…” says Wendy shyly cracking the bathroom door open to make sure she wasn’t gona walk on to Yeri being naked or something.
“Yes, Wendy?”
“Hey…” she scratched the back of her neck. “You know… just a question…”
“Sure, what is it” says Yeri nonchalantly while applying lip gloss.
“I just wanted to ask you, you know, just from pure curiosity. How was that date with… what was his name..” she pretended to forget the name she has been having in mind all the time.
“Yuta. It was… nice I guess.”
“You guess?” she felt her heart skipping.
“Yeah. The guy is ok, very charming, handsome, well mannered, a real gentleman. But I don’t really wanna mess into a relationship with my photographer. It would be slightly weird and if we ever get to break up, I could never pose for him again, it would be awkward.”
“I see…”
“So yeah. But I am interested in keeping to see him. You know, as friends I guess. I don’t really know what else to say about him.”
“Aha… Alright then, I was thinking to take a shower before leaving, are you done with your make-up?”
“Yes, just now. You can have fun in the shower.” Says Yeri while smirking and patting Wendy on the shoulder.
This is exactly what she needed to do. Relax herself, make her lose her mind for a moment. She could lose her mind but he would still not leave it. Wendy enters the shower and pleases herself thinking about him, hoping that he does the same.
 The girls are now all prepped and ready to go hit the biggest club in Seoul, Octagon. Any male that would see them now, would feel their boner kicking in. Five insanely hot girls, all dressed in leather skirts, dressed or pants, crop tops and high heels being the main star of their outfits. They looked like they were heading out for Seoul Fashion Week, not for a club night. 
Little did they know was that tonight was about to be a night to remember, forever…
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hotcocosharing · 7 years ago
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Glory Days Part 28 (IM RP AU- Shun & Midi)
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BOYS FIGHT!
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Yukihisa’s POV I’ve tried to behave - honestly, well.. no, not honestly. There’s a pretty little line of over the top dressed women who stand in my line of sight all craving attention in one way or another yet only one manages to catch my attention. Tall and slender wrapped in a silver gown that looks like the perfect present anyone would be lucky to receive on Christmas morning, I half dance - half slide past bodies in the crowd to get closer to the girl I’ve chosen to prey on; chuckling to myself when I get close enough and finally realize who it is. “So you’ve gotta tell me the secret”, I whisper over Eriko’s shoulder as I walk up behind her, hearing and relishing at the sound of her hitched breath as I catch her by surprise, “…with a dress this figure-hugging - just how did you manage to get into it?” Without seeing her face on I can already sense that she’s rolling her eyes and yet I couldn’t care less - this woman has done nothing but taunt and tease me for the past week and I feel as if I should at least try and put all this to an end. Hands on her waist; I urge her to turn with a half step and when she looks up finally so that we’re seeing eye to eye, face to face; that usual sly and cheeky grin isn’t there - like I was expecting. Her expression is solemn - and from the interesting stories I’d heard days ago from a not so sober Toshiaki and free liquor pouring Shun I can possibly guess why. Taking her wrist, I guide the ever so sexily oozing femme fatale off to the side of the dancefloor and pull out a seat for her, waiting for her to accept before tucking it in beneath her. Next, it’s a quick and quiet crouch down in front of her. Perhaps if I’m not seen as overly dominant or possessive our little chat will go better than expected. “Fuck….”, the word curses out between my lips as Eriko crosses her legs and shows off a little skin, “..you have to stop feel tight beneath the belt.” “You’re an idiot”, she half mumbles, half chuckles shoving at my chest and I can’t help but be grateful for even the slightest bit of contact. “So… what’s the deal with you and your date? He looks a little plain compared to the men I’ve seen you take notice of; and I’m wondering if tonight”, I questioned biting my lip whilst smiling; placing a hand on her knee, “..if you’ll make an exception.” Abruptly cut off by the fact Shunichiro has rushed by and asked me to follow him, I leave Eriko with her thoughts wondering what the fuck I’m needed for. Midori’s POV After the less than ideal silent rebuttle between my best friend and the puppy who has seemed to lose his way, I sigh - chasing Toshiaki outside after he mumbles beneath his breath again that he shouldn’t be around and that Eriko deserves better. Deserves better what? At the rate that their both managing to grind on my nerves I’m thinking they’d make a perfect couple - the attention queen constantly feeding the pathetically naive who wants to make a good impression on her yet just isn’t confident enough to do so. I’m thankful that I swapped from the heels, running in flats its so much easier and after bumping into classmates, tutors, waitstaff and a man who looks like he’s a member of the live band that’s playing I’ve managed to, breathlessly, make my way outside. Where the hell is he? Ughhhh! Rolling my eyes, I begin to get frustrated about how this night is turning out. Every moment Shunichiro and I manage to get together is ruined at no fault of our own by the environment we’re stuck within. Boy drama, drunken nights, petty arguments, friends who have no idea what they should do or should be doing, classes, assignments due – I’m under the impression that from this attempt of a relationship nothing is going to eventuate. “You need to stop running every time life looks like it’s going to get difficult for thirty seconds”, I explain, walking up to the boy that I’ve found sitting on a small set of steps, wondering if I should have bothered to try and drag him out of the dorm if only this was going to happen. Hands on my hips, I try and catch my breath - rolling my eyes at the fact Toshiaki from his pockets is pulling out a cigarette. Snatching them out of his hands, I place them behind my back. “Please tell me you didn’t pick up this habit from Tachibana?” My question is met with nothing but silence and this gets on my nerves even more. “Look - stop acting like a god damn brat and fucking talk to me.” Without waiting for a second longer he explains that it’s not that he doesn’t to do this but that he can’t do it - that he feels guilty for the death of his ex and he hasn’t quite moved on yet. That he likes Eri’s company but is near certain that after a short period of him that she’d be bored and get over him. That he’s not good at relationships. That he’s not good at opening up. That he’s not good at talking about what he’s feeling. Sighing with a deep breath, I can’t quite find the right words to explain that he’s doing that all now without my constant prompting but I keep quiet - anything that I can or might say may have the opposite effect. We want two steps forward not two steps back. “Ok.. that’s all you had to say - for a relationship or whatever it is she want’s you’re not ready. Easy huh? Repeat after me ‘I’m not ready!’” Toshiaki doesn’t bother yet I do get the smallest of faint laughs coughed up from him which makes me feel as if I’ve done something right. Snapping my fingers and telling him to stand up; I explain within a single breath that we’re walking back inside and that he’s going to act as if it’s a fresh start and that nothing ever happened. A fresh start is what they need - it’s what everybody needs; but before that can happen, I’m pushed out of the way and hit the ground, a fight underway in front of me. Rikiya’s POV Kagari’s presence is enough to get beneath my skin but when I  see the guy that’s been causing Eriko problems - the one that’s made her cry and forced me to spend time wiping away her tears, I’m on the verge of snapping. It’s been a long, long time since I ever let my temper get the better of me but within seconds and a single punch, I have blood on my knuckles even though I’m not bleeding. “What the hell man - she see’s you for 30 seconds and you’re already making Eri fucking cry?” What I’m asking comes out half in aggravation, half with a choke when he finally manages to get his hands onto me. The scuffle between the both of us ending after a minute or so of rough-housing before security has pried us apart; the girl in question over all of this watching with a bit lip from the distance. “Mononobe, we’re leaving.” Shinichi’s voice barely cuts into my register as I shove him away, wanting space from anyone and everyone that seems to have surrounded me.
Eriko’s POV
Whoever says having guys fight over girls is romantic, because I feel far from it.The people around the boys are still shouting out fight as if wishing for them to do some real damage, but they are smarter than that. Impulsive, protective but definitely smarter.
On the contrary, I as the reason behind this mess is watching from afar, hoping to be unnoticed, wishing to be gone for good. My disappearance shall restore everything to its rightful order, everyone back to their lives with friends who spend quality time together and occasionally checking out the opposite sex without causing a scene.
I put my hand up and hail at a cab coming my way, slipping in without looking back and asks the driver to take me to a place where’s save for me to drink at this time of the night. Around 15 minutes later, it stops with a grand hotel in sight. Thanking the man generously, I head to the bar like it’s one of my regular.
The place is fancy, not that I’m in the mood to judge but sitting on the bar stools with the soft rhythm of the piano playing in the background makes me fit in right away, a few tables with patrons sipping drinks, talking, laughing, having fun. Well maybe I do stand out a little all alone in a freaking open back nightgown but this is the best I’d do for one drama-free night.
I already had two drinks and was contemplating about having a third. Maybe it isn’t such a good idea but what harm could it do with just one extra drink?
“Care if I join?” asks an older man. It’s obvious his suit is tailed made and expensive nevertheless he’s still unappealing.
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After a while, with a bit of chatting- more of a Q & A. I finish my drink and excuse myself to the ladies room, standing in one of the stalls, I rest my head against the wall. Three drinks never make me this loopy. I feel nauseous and having a hard time thinking straight through in truth I haven’t been able to do that in quite some time now. I sigh, close my eyes in a wince and put my hand on my forehead. Feeling oddly hot, like some kind of heat is pooling in my stomach, and barely manage to drag myself back to the stool, bumping into someone in a lavender shirt.
“Hey?” A new voice says but I couldn’t quite see who it is. A soft pounding, soft drumming of pain beats in my head before I vaguely notice a smirk, the man in tailor-made suit now has his arms around my shoulders, “Sorry, my girlfriend is a little tipsy.”
“What? I’m not your girlfriend, I am nobody girlfriend. I …. I’m gonna go home myself…” Blurring the words out, I shake off his hands and stumble few steps further.
“Hey!!!”
Few voices are shouting at the same time but I have no strength left to turn around and check, my feet feel weak and I need to lay down, now.
The unsteady and bouncing movement beneath me is almost startling, I still feel the sweltering heat all around me and when I momentarily manage to open my eyes I find myself being carried and once again a glimpse of a lavender shirt.
My eyes are too heavy to be lifted but I could faintly identify some kind of short conversation bet two men.
“I don’t know what she’s taken but she’s not waking up. Why am I always cleaning up your mess.”
“This isn’t my mess, just drop her off at the hospital anonymously.”
Yukihisa’s POV
Couldn’t say I was surprised when Shun dragged me away to find Toshiaki, the man hasn’t been himself lately and hell, I haven’t been myself ever since Eriko has entered our lives but witnessing the worried and desperate expression that we unfortunately are too familiar with isn’t a good sign at all.
Being the first to watch her flee the scene was helpful with Midori ringing her non stop and ended up splitting in three teams, the other two plain guys going after her by cab, Toshi and I to wait at our dorm then Shun and his girl waiting at her dorm, only none of us had seen Eri since.
4 hours later- still no news from her yet. Midori says she could have met some guy and decided to spend the night but the rest of us differ. Riding in cabs around the town seems useless but it’s better than sitting ducks till the auburn hair of the duo suggests to try the hospital. As soon as one of the ER doctor has seen Eri’s photo and we know, she’s here but the information could only be revealed to her direct family.
Now no longer with the revolting taste in my mouth, I lean alongside a wall and pull out a packet of cigarette, sharing with the rest of the guys and watch Midori pacing in circles, cursing to herself with the phone in hand. “Fuck, I seriously don’t want to be the one to call her dad.”
For better or worse; I want nothing more than a hot shower and good night sleep then possibly a make out session from our little troublemaker.
Eriko’s POV
The air feels heavy. How is that even possible?
Inhaling sharply, the air fills my nostrils- heavy and stale. Hospital. Am I in a hospital? Why? How? I renumber the fight, heading to a hotel’s bar, and then the next thing I remember I was lying down, staring at a white ceiling. My eyes open slowly, blinking as the light assaults my vision, and I try to sit up, which is instantly regrettable. My mouth feels dry, sandpaper tongue stuck with a sour tasting mouth. Before I could, however, speak or move another muscle, there is a hand on my shoulder helping me up.
I would have screamed but no sound ’s heard.
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I scan the place and see seven pairs of eyes on me, mostly with concern but there’s one particular pair that could simply kill me with his piercing glares but to my surprise, he hasn’t yelled.
“Young lady, you have seriously gone too far this time. You were this close, this close to…”
His stern voice trails off, biting his lips like a cat has got his tongue but my guess would simply be my father trying to not cause a bigger scene in public eyes so here goes my perfect chance.
“This close to what? Send me away?” Good to have my voice back and the rest of my thoughts just fires away. “Fine, do it! Who cares? Nobody! You hate seeing me anyway. You stopped seeing or hearing me years ago, what difference does it make now?!”
Midori jumps and attempts to cover my mouth which I just manage to dodge, “No, stop pulling me back Midz! You know it, I know it and he knows it! He’s been punishing me for the past three years, I am done playing your puppet!! I’m done playing your vase, go get your wife to the ball, she loves the attention!”
“Enough! Show her some respect!”
“Respect?! When did your wife ever respect me then?” It’s so easy to get my father to raise his voice, mentions his wife and my dead brother- work every single time. “I’m sorry I am not Eiji, and I never will be so go ahead send me away. No one gives a damn anyway!”
Breaking down isn’t pretty but with everyone here who has pretty much seen it before, well apart from Maki who I swiftly look away from, I have next found myself buried in Midi’s arms, crying and sobbing something I have not even admitted to myself.
“I miss him, I’d do anything to bring him back! He loved me for who I am, he never judged he never questioned he never takes, all he ever did was give…. It should have been me, I should have been the one to die……”
“Stop Eri!”
“No!!!!!! I listened to all of you and who, who listens to me?! I have fun and mess around, people pretend to like me then call me the whore of century; I behave and make friends then you lots think I’m taunting and manipulating. Fine! I’m done, I’m done trying to impress people who clearly don’t even want to lay eyes on me or listen to what I’ve got to say. Most of you just want to get into my pants anyway so none of you even care!!!! Get out, all of you, OUT!”
Raged, annoyed, frustrated and ashamed, I pull the sheet over my head and decide to hide underneath it for eternity.
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irishcoffeeslushie · 8 years ago
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Do you still remember Kim Kibum of Super Junior? He was once Super Junior’s rising star, and then SMENT buried him during his best years
PRELUDE
I’ve never actually done this before, but I have a lot of time on my hands this weekend, so here goes.
This is a translation of Taiwanese ELF’s thoughts on Kibum leaving SM. Obviously it’s going to read much better in its original language, but I’ve done what I could, and I’d like to share it with the SJ community, as well as people who used to care about Kibum, and still do.
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Donghae and Kibum, the two leading characters and best friends in Attack on the Pinup Boys. At this point, SMENT obviously still cared enough about Kibum to cast him as the character with the most lines.
Source: https://kknews.cc/zh-tw/entertainment/pepjje.html
Do you still remember Kim Kibum of Super Junior? He was once Super Junior’s rising star, and then SMENT buried him during his best years
Yesterday YTeam announced that Kim Kibum, formerly of SMENT, had joined their company, and that they were delighted to have the chance to boost his career, and to help pave the way for a second shot at fame.
In August 2015, Kibum announced via his personal IMS that his contract with SM had come to an end, and that he would be leaving, after a 6-year period of hiatus. (TRANSLATOR’S NOTE: In Mandarin, the term for that is ‘deep-frozen.’) SM ENT deep-froze Kibum during his best years - the years of his twenties, when most singers and/or actors are busy consolidating their careers. He’s 30 now.
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It’s common knowledge how merciless SM can be towards idols who don’t toe the line. There's no shortage of talent in their company (TRANSLATOR’S NOTE: not according to a recent SM ex-trainee though), or fresh young trainees determined to make it big. SM shows no mercy to people who disobey them. We put our idols on pedestals, but in reality, they're basically puppets, controlled by the SM machine. SM made you, and they can also break you.
From the dissolution and sabotage of HOT and some of its erstwhile members, to JYJ, and No Min-woo's failed lawsuit, most rebels have come away from the fight, broken and battered. To be honest, Hangeng (Hankyung), Wu Yifan and Lu Han were the lucky ones. They had an entire country to fall back on, a whole nation who had their backs and supported them. And Kibum? He had nowhere to go; his back was up against a wall, and he was essentially trapped. Kibum chose silence; he chose to wait. He did not do as his forebears did, choosing to fight the long and bitter fight; his departure was unremarkable and subdued. He waited for 6 years, and the price of his freedom was his youth and his lost years. He chose to leave SM on their terms. Sometimes I think that this was the right choice, not burning any bridges with the company that discovered and cultivated his talents. A relatively bloodless breakup, if you will.
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In 2005, Kibum formally debuted as a member of Super Junior. From the moment of their debut, he was one of the most popular members of Super Junior. He was in a lot of dramas and popular variety shows and sitcoms, and for some time he was the most well-known member of SJ. In 2009, SJ released their third album, Sorry Sorry.
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Kibum, however, was barely present in most of their promotions. The official statement from SMENT was that Kibum was busy working on his career as an actor, and that he couldn't spare the time to promote with Super Junior. But for the next two years, Kibum's career was a complete blank. He didn’t feature in any dramas, and he was quietly consigned to the back burner. He went without a fuss, and the Korean entertainment industry gradually forgot about him. SJ members would occasionally mention him from time to time, but he rarely if ever appeared in the news. What happened to Kibum, and why was he made to disappear like that?
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Some say that he ran afoul of upper management in SMENT, and others were of the opinion that he never wanted to become a singer in the first place. Others said that he wanted to concentrate on learning how to act professionally, and that he didn’t want to follow the career path laid out for him by his company and team mates. The other members of SJ said that they would wait for him, and told him - albeit through a third person - that if he ever made it to Cannes, he would have to bring them all along. Kibum's love of acting is no secret in the industry. He made his debut in the KBS drama 'April Kiss.' It's strange then that some sort of arrangement couldn't be made for him to multitask, to work on both his career as an actor and that of a musician. I'm sorry, but I just don't buy it.
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Kibum may have wanted to concentrate on acting, but SMENT would not have allowed him to call the shots. From what we've seen of them, it's either do as you're told, or don't do anything at all, and heaven help if if you have a mind of your own. From SMENT's point of view, potential troublemakers need to be made an example of and gotten rid of before they can cause any further damage. They would rather kill a thousand people than let one person go. Jessica Jung (SNSD) is another good example of this. If you allow SMENT to get so much as a whiff of trouble, off to Iceland you go.
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Kibum is a straightforward and honest man, and that's what landed him into trouble - being too individual and independent, and not conforming to what SM wanted of him. From where they're standing, their trainee rooms are bursting to the seams with talented, handsome young men desperate to make it big. They don't like people who go against the grain and disobey them. The company is the alpha and omega; if you don't kowtow to them in absolute deference, you might as well start packing your bags. Poor Kibum; these should have been the best 6 years of your life. Darling Baozi! (TRANSLATOR’S NOTE: nickname/term of endearment for Kibum, used by Mandarin-speaking fans) No matter what happens, I hope everything works out for you.
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EPILOGUE/TRANSLATOR’S NOTE
I read this last night, midway through a binge rewatch of SJ Full House. On another note, it’s kind of obvious how he wasn’t really happy, not even then; he always looked ill at ease, and it was plain that he felt he didn’t really belong there. In the first episode, one of their managers wakes them all up for a meeting. Kibum awakens, looks annoyed and puts on a cap, and goes back to bed, whilst everyone else is deep in discussion. In the second episode, Hangeng makes breakfast and everyone goes downstairs to eat - except for Kibum, who stays upstairs to use the computer. In the third episode, they wanted to prank Hangeng by pretending that two of the members were fighting, and they chose Kibum to be the instigator of the fallout. As they say, no smoke without fire, and I think it says a lot, how quickly they managed to convince Hangeng and Anna and Eva were that Kibum had gotten into a fight. I remember hearing rumours about how someone in SM upper management wanted Kibum to renounce his American passport and change his citizenship back to Korean, but he refused, which offended them. I think it’s interesting that Jessica’s also American, and that her career with SMENT paralleled that of Kibum’s in many ways: they were both hired from America, popular for their good looks and high visibility, extraordinarily favoured by SMENT at the beginning of their careers and considered the ones with the most potential. Both of them were once the most famous members of their respective bands - ‘visual’ is what they were called - and they were both well known for acting. I remember going to South Korea in 2009 and watching Jessica star in the Korean Broadway version of Legally Blonde, which was huge, back then. Jessica has since joined Coridel Entertainment and is dating the CEO. I don’t know how I feel about that, but I will say that by burning her bridges with SM, she put herself in a very vulnerable position within the entertainment industry, and some people may have noticed that and taken advantage of her situation. It doesn’t seem right to me, but that’s another can of worms I’ll get into another day. JYJ’s an entirely different story, but I have to say it’s a lot easier to fight a battle when you know you’re not alone, and that other people have your back. Jaejoong, Yoochun and Junsu all have each other, not to mention their famously formidable families, and that makes all the difference. As far as I know all of Kibum’s immediate family and friends are in America. I don’t know enough about Lu Han and Tao and Yifan to comment on them or EXO, but the author was right when she said that Hangeng was one of the lucky ones, and that he had an entire nation to fall back on. He’s definitely doing extremely well for himself now, and he deserves his success. I like Hangeng; he’s wacky (but I expect nothing less from an Aquarian), handsome, a great dancer, and he seems like a genuinely nice person, fun to be around. I’ve never seen him be mean to anyone; he’s always respectful and considerate, and I’ve never known him to make a disparaging remark, not even for laughs. He was one of my favourite members of SJ when they first debuted, and he was especially close to some of the Full House regulars like Kibum himself, Heechul, Donghae and Siwon. Ultimately, he was much more fortunate with his career than Kibum was.
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Look at Kibum. He wanted to fit in so badly, but it just didn’t really click, and he knew it, the other SuJu members knew it, SMENT knew it, and ultimately they all just stopped trying.
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Thanks for all the good memories, Kibum. I loved you back then and I have a tremendous amount of respect for you now. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders and your heart’s in the right place. If all fails, I’ll just dig out my old collections of SJ Full House and EHB and Super Junior Show and Nonstop and everything you were once in, because we’ll always have that.
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Joomoonjin, or Jumunjim, circa 2009, starring Kibum and his hilarious Rainbow Romance costar Hwang Bora. I remember the Kpop community being incredibly excited for this movie, and all the hype - also a sense of relief, even, as this was confirmation that Kibum was indeed working on his acting career and not just disappearing. Unfortunately, this was the last movie he would star in under SM management. 
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You know how it goes 
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Anon: 
Am i the only one that actually dont believe that they are dating? There is none proof that they are dating or in a relationship , in fact i think Diane is behind this , im sure there have been " ilove you" text around those 2. And dont you think she will be seen at all the events he went in 2016? Steve's wedding , the concerts , and traveling with him (ofcourse except the Paris thing) . Like Mod said and what i also believe , they prob just friends with benefits 😉


Anon: 
Sorry to bother you but is NR and DK "dating thing" official or not? This situation is such a mess that I can't understand anything 😂😂😂 --mod-- Right now it's still just rumor and speculation
 


Anon: 
OMG MOD! So it was all about publicity wasn't it??? She did that to get her name out there for Oscar weekend. I feel so much better now. They can't state a denial and then be caught again or it would look HELLA bad

Anon: 
i think that i'm just sad because he isn't single anymore ahahahah is that bad? --mod-- Not at all


Anon: 
I don't understand how they could be together. She embodies everything he hates (glitz glamour hollywood) She also screws with his fans worse than CS. Are they really going to go walking around holding hands like she did with JJ? He doesn't do that shit. And what about attending award shows? Are we gonna have to see her stupid face every time he goes somewhere? I think I quit. If he's with HER, he's exactly the person he said he wasn't. I so hope it's not true
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Anon: 
Holy Heck, at this point I don't think a denial would even do much. Consider that when that old EK story broke in TMZ and People he denied it by then, but there are still fans who believe they were (or are!) together even though she hasn't been in GA in two yes and has a long term bf. On NR's newest post are some comments to "pls clear up the DK rumor and admit you're still with EK". Like...what? More ppl follow tabloid gossip than follow NR's IG I guess. 


Anon: 
Do you think Norman even knows or cares about disappointed and sad maybe even disgusted fans? Seems like the majority of them don't care when you read through the comments on his ig picture. i kinda wish he'd get more backlash. -- mod-- He is filming right now and being down or whatever doesn't make for a good show


Anon: 
I think as fans we put Norman on a pedestal and expect more from him than a non celebrity. Yes he spoke of his dislike of cheating but no one likes to be cheated on. If the rumors are true he was on the other side of the fence this time and might have felt different. But he ain't no saint! He's just a dude. I'm not condoning his actions either way and DK has a history of being vile, but that doesn't seem to matter until it does. If ur taking this personally, take a breather. Its not gonna last
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Anon: 
nurseyanon: I don't care/never have about Norm and DK. It's not like we're engaged or anything...I do have a date every Sunday night (when I'm not working and saving lives that is!) to watch him and my beloved Crazy Rick kick ass. I don't know what Norm is like in real life, I DO NOT plan to attend a con or a cruise to meet him, I certainly am not going out of my way. I confess an attraction to Negan, or JDM, or sorta kinda both???
 
 

Anon: 
With all the kindness and consideration he's shown over the years he deserves better fans than this. Choosing between the actor who's Skyped with dying kids or people being cruel on the internet I'm going to stick with NR being the person I continue to prefer. No one is speaking for me when they say he's let fans down or owes us explanations. I'm not upset whether its true or not and he owes me exactly nothing. I'm ashamed by some of the behavior I'm seeing directed at him. 


Anon: 
That Norman or his reps didn't come out as of yet tells EVERYTHING. He denied the Emily rumors years back immediately. The rumors with DK are going on since almost a year now and he still didn't say anything. Disgusting, gross and ridiculous! Makes him look like he's got no balls and is such a wimp if he can't even admit it. I hope he gets backlash, I get why fans are hella disgusted and disappointed in him. Seems like he's definitely not the man he claims to be. And that is disappointing.

Anon: 
Honestly: that neither Norman nor his reps said anything or denied the DK thing yet says it all. He denied the EK rumors within 2 hours and even made fun of it. He went all silent now and doesn't say anything at all. Actions are sometimes more proof than words. They are dating if you want to admit it or not. I for me lost all my respect for the man and it's not about being jealous. It's because he claimed to love honesty yet he looks like a big liar and fool. 


Always-hopeful:
Mod I know I'm late to the party but I just woke up, checked the news, and I have to say I'm stoked that it looks like Norman might be finding love again! And who really knows what he and DK are like, they might be very good for one another, who knows! And as for people who are upset because he "lied?" How'd he do that exactly? I'd want to tell those people to not judge unless they've walked a mile in his (or her) shoes. That's all I want for him (and told him so at WS ATL), peace & happiness.
 

Anon: 
My God.I don't know what the hell to think.I have always adored Norman and the way he brings Daryl to life.He seems to be such a captivating,interesting person.I want to be on his side still,but the rumours leave a bad taste in my mouth,I can't help.There is so much confusion,nothing fits together.For all we know he could have simply driven her home because she had all these bags.But the rumours just won't die. And he should be smart enough by now to avoid her.Why does he allow her to do this?
--mod--why do any of us keep the company we do. It's all rumors at this point so maybe wait and see what happens in the coming days and weeks.




Anon: 
Also notice how Norman stopped liking DK's pics on IG. Probably because he was with her all the time. He also didn't go back to NYC THAT often before in between filming last year. He did it to see her, come on. It grosses the hell out of me to just think about it. He's such a good actor, making himself look like he's an honest man yet he's the opposite.



Anon: 
Hey Mod, I just saw all the talk, is it true or just another rumor? How come these pics always come out right when there's something she's doing that she wants attention for? --mod-- Right now just rumors. No ideas why they dropped on Friday when they were taken days before.



Anon:
Do you know if Norman is currently getting a lot of hate for the shit he did or not? I don't follow Norman blogs on Twitter or Tumblr/IG so I don't see anything. Would like to know if people are more disgusted or happy for him. I can't believe one could be happy with what he did, lying and probably cheating like how can one support his behavior? Nothing to be proud of. So anyone knows what the majority of his fans think? --mod-- He's getting both. I think he's fans are divided into like 3 groups those that hate it, those that approve and those that don't care.



Anon: 
Nothing makes sense Mod. If this was supposed to be him coming out w/ her, (since the pics were obvs set up), then why didn't he do it on Valentine's Day instead of leaving a day early /ignoring it? &why did he go out w/ Jarah to bury the rumor if he was still gonna come out w/ DK a month later? If it's true it looks SO much worse now b/c he went out of his way to hide it again even after ppl were talking about Paris. So it looks like he lied twice. Either it's not true or he's REALLY stupid.

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No those were pap shots. Those aren't they type of shots you get for "coming out"
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Anon: 
One question: were the pictures taken in Norman's NYC garage or upstate. If it was upstate she might've helped him with stuff since he's going to move there. I don't believe it myself but it could be just helping a friend. If it was in his NYC garage it's kinda weird. They unloaded a whole lot of stuff, even cartons. Looks even a bit as if it might be her stuff and she moved to his appartment? Can someone help me out, I'm lost. Because to me it doesn't look like just stuff from a shopping trip? -- mod-- It was taken somewhere in NYC, so not upstate. His place in NYC doesn't have a garage. Side note he's not moving permanently upstate. That home is already set up.
 


Anon: 
Total speculation but I can't help but think that when NR was with HC over the holidays maybe she warned him about DK's..love of tabloids and to steer clear if they were just friends, fwb or exes? Now, even if she set it up, he was physically in her parking garage just last weekend. Its not like it was a random super old pic her people gave to DM/TMZ. It's new. So as crappy as it is for him to be set up I can't be sympathetic because, how could he not see this coming?



Anon: 
I guess for me I am just really having a hard time understanding why someone would want to keep their relationship so secretive. If they are dating. Unless the cheating rumors are true and they don't want anyone to know. I would think if you love someone you would want everyone to know. The possible cheating is the worst part for me. I guess if the cheating rumors wind up being true then it will make me see him in a different light. I am definitely still a fan of his movies and TV shows. --mod-- Again at this point it's speculation at minimum they are friends. So we just have to wait and see how things go from here 



Anon: 
So people are just going to ignore all the good things Norman has done? He's seen with another female and doing things what friends do and now he's the devil. People need to stay the fuck out of his personal life and stop acting like 13 year olds. He isn't some band member. Chill out.



Anon: 
It used to be DK deleted every comment about Norman on her IG posts but now she is only deleting the negative ones. She's keeping the comments that say they make a good couple and all that. I'm taking that as a confirmation to be honest.



Anon: 
Is it official that norman and diane are dating or in relation? --mod-- Nope




Anon: 
Do you think it's all true Mod? I was so excited for RIDE now I don't even care. It's like he's not the same as we thought he was.

--mod-- I don't think it's true. Even if it was it doesn't really bother me.
 



Anon: 
So I'm annoyed with Norman's "choices" like others and totally see this TMZ "photo scandal" as an attempt by the untalented DK to "stay relevant," the timing / Oscar weekend is so convenient. However, my main gripe is...why does Norman look so greasy and in character 24/7? Others in the ZA have bathed and cut their hair, and in that Georgia heat it might feel better while slaying zombies. His gross factor is turning up. --mod-- Feral Daryl makes the world go BOOM 💥. I have no idea where that come from.
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Anon: 
Did you see what they all unloaded from his car? It looks like it's someone's whole household stuff, bags but also bigger cartons. I wonder if it's her stuff and she moved to Norman's house? That's not just stuff from a usual shopping trip 😷 Or can someone help me out?
--mod-- Just stuff from a normal shopping trip. She isn't moving in.




Anon: 
I really don't want to believe NR and DK are a couple based on a couple of pics of them hanging out but it's so weird that NR isn't denying it. We've had these kind of rumours before. It was TMZ who also released the "NR and EK are dating!" story and NR took to social media to deny it AND had his reps deny it too within hours of the story breaking. But this time... nothing? I'm starting to think he can't deny it because it's true.



Anon: 
Even if it turned out to be true , i would be dissappointed in Norman , but do we actually think he is that stupid? To love a hollywood woman thats been acting like a diva? He isnt even like that , she will hate his fans and try even more attention from all the media. I really hope his people says something about this situation because this is going to give him a bad reputation 😖




Anon: 
Some things are objectively clear 1) DK, who has a deal with DM, orchestrated the pap pics *without NR's knowledge or consent*. She arranges weekly pics with DM and this time they just happen to "catch" NR--in her garage? 2) The content of the original articles (DM TMZ) is a lie. She wasnt upstate with him 3) DK was aware the pics, article (and lies therein) were gonna come out, but NR wasn't, it seems. Doesn't seem like something a loving gf or even friend would do. Thoughts?




Anon: 
Tripping across the dark playground 🤐. It seems like she 'confirmed' by liking insta comments about him being good at hiding the relationship. --mod-- New favorite phrase "tripping across the dark playground" I'm stealing it anon 



Anon: 
why are people so upset about if norman and diane turns out to be couple? I dont really follow them to much but I cant see the problem.. --mod-- Mostly because of the cheating allegations if they've been together. She was in a long term relationship which ended.


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