#like yeah she was leaving studio time sitting in the park because she had a pretty privileged life and was very lucky!

[idsb]

Yogurt boy because of the invisible string lyric and then he just became yogurt boy cause well there was nothing else going on

I actually used to follow a blog who PRE breakup in early 2023 had said wow he hasn’t booked a role in a year, what does he do like is he auditioning or what and someone was like, he’s just doing his side hustle which is working at that yogurt shop and it was like 5 people but it stuck with me and that’s all I think when someone refers to him as yb even though it’s 100% born out of invisible string and some people making jokes about Taylor comparing her sitting in a park writing songs probably on break from a studio session and he’s at a yogurt shop selling yogurt as a teen meanwhile she’s a country superstar in the making and I guess they felt she was trying to force a string 😭

I'm absolutely rolling at "what does he do" dhjfjgkshkg that aspect of this is extremely funny

[s-4pphics]

i fucking love ur ballerina reader series dude ur like my new favorite writer rn ughhhh. can we pls get another part with a strap???

this is so sweet baby thank u!! and of course y’all can :3 

wc;cw: 1.06k uh oh, MDNI, reader being mean n nasty n a painslut we been knew that tho, her panties make a return slayyyy, some dirty talk, strap sucking, riding, choking, spanking, more breeding n daddy kink omg, spit🤭, ellie being obsessed??, slight dumbification again hehe, uh i think that’s it idk

you were having a very, very terrible day. 

your dance director had been grilling you about the small errors you made in your port de bras because he hates you(if you want to be the lead, act like it! you look sloppy!), and to put it frankly, you were seething. 

you ended up excusing yourself into the bathroom to calm yourself down so you could finish rehearsals in peace: you were literally about to kill somebody. you checked your phone as you patted the sweat off your forehead and paced, and—much to your delighted surprise—ellie sent you a little kiss emoji. your mood lightened slightly, she is so cute!

she promised that she would pick you up after rehearsals today so you could hang out at her apartment(u can spend the night if u wanna :p, she’d texted right after her first invite, not knowing your overnight bag was packed and waiting by your dorm door!), and you couldn’t wait to suck her dic—

the door pushed open and you jumped before the familiar voice of your roommate blurted out he's lookin' for you, baby, c'mon out! you rolled your eyes as you released a heavy sigh, discarding the damp cloth in the garbage, adjusting your black leotard and heading back into the dance studio to your instructor’s relentless berating. 

you were fucking pissed and sore as you waited on the curbside of the parking lot next to your dorm building. your instructor did not leave you the fuck alone for the remainder of your class. 

he’d been breathing down your neck the entire two hours, and you’d been this close to ripping the barre off the wall and bashing his head in with it. 

you had some time to run upstairs to you and your roommates shared space after rehearsals to take your ice bath and roll your leg and feet muscles out before ellie came to get you. 

a few minutes passed, and you heard the familiar stutter of ellie’s dented, rusted car pull up to you. she excitedly rolled her windows down with a bright squeal of hiii, baby! before she noticed the blank face on your cute ass face, watching you throw your bag on the floor of her car while you sat in the passenger's seat. 

“hey,” you said simply. 

“hi.. what happened?” she asked, brows pulled down in concern. 

“rehearsals sucked today, don’t wanna talk about it, to be honest.” 

“okay… you ready to go?” 

you only nodded as you turned the radio on, tears glossing your eyes. ellie said nothing, but she grabbed your hand in your lap and gave it a gentle squeeze as she pulled out of the parking lot. 

ellie held your hand in hers as she led you into her complex and onto the elevator, hitting the number ‘4’ as the doors shut. you leaned back against the wall and thudded your head against it with your eyes shut. you were so tired. 

“are you hungry? we can order whatever you want,” she asked softly as she leaned against the wall with you, pressing soft kisses into your clothed shoulder. 

you only nodded at her as she nuzzled you before a loud ding! rang through the enclosed space, silver doors opening to show the hallway. 

she grabbed your hand again and led you out the elevator, walking two doors down and unlocking her home. 

she pulled you in before she softly closed and locked the door behind you. 

she nodded towards her plush-looking couch with a small smile, “sit down and tell me what you wanna eat.” 

“ellie.” 

“mhm?” 

“where’s your dick?” 

and she damn near choked and died. whatthefuckwhatthefuck—

“where’s my… where’s my dick?” she replied, slurring slightly. 

“yeah.” 

ellie had your purple, sheer panties stuffed in her mouth as you rode the fuck out of her. 

the minute she guided you to her room and revealed her cleaned, navy blue strap shoved into her bottom drawer, you pounced on her. you’d pushed her onto the bed, tore her clothes off, and shoved your face between her legs without a word and she let you. you made her cum in your mouth with her shaky legs over your shoulders and your fingers inside her and she was losing her mind. after she nutted in your mouth, you silently reached for the dick and passed it to her, wordlessly ushering for her to put it on as you undressed yourself. 

she’d strapped it over her pussy, shuddering slightly whenever it brushed over her clit, before you pushed her down onto the bed, got on your knees, and sucked it into your mouth and ellie knew she was going to die she would die—

she doesn't even remember how the two of you got here, her bed was banging on the wall as you bounced on her, your hands balancing yourself on her knees, your propped up and your feet digging into her bed with your head thrown back. 

“y‘dick feels so fuckin’ good, daddy, fuck!” 

she couldn’t even say anything back to you, and it wasn’t because of your wet underwear in her mouth, but because she forgot how to fucking speak! if she couldn’t remember the alphabet how was she going to talk you through your nut! her eyes were rolled back and her hands were on your hips as her thumbnail dug into your little flower tat that she gave you and she was gonna cum so hard. she’d already came once in your mouth and another time when you first sat on her cock, but she felt this one building in her throat, all the way down to her toes oh shit oh shit—

you tore the panties out of her mouth before you moved to sit on your knees, grabbing her throat with both your hands, squeezing hard, forcing her to hold your intense gaze. 

“gonna cum inside your pussy, daddy? yeah? gonna make a mess in me?” 

she couldn’t speak due to how loud she was, only whining out weak ‘uh huh uh huhs’ as you grinded the strap onto her clit and she couldn’t sit still, so she slapped your ass hard and nodded fast because she was right there and it felt so good—

she barely noticed that her tongue had been sticking out dumbly before she felt you harshly grab her cheeks with your hand and spat a glob right on her tongue, small specks landing on her cheeks and she was cumming she was cumming!—

“fuuuck! fuckfuckfuck—uuggh!”

“yeahyeah, give it t’me, gimmegimmegimme!—“ 

ellie swore she was going to fucking faint. she hasn’t come this hard in her life since… ever! she mindlessly reached up to grab your tits as a grounding, but she accidentally ended up digging her nails into your nipples hard and you came so fast from that alone—

…you felt so much better afterwards!

[snwycde]

Connected (Bang Chan) part 5

Pairing: BangChan x fem reader

wc: 1.6k

warnings‼️: MDNI, mentions of s*xual thoughts in the beginning (continuation of part 4)

summary: slow burn of Chan and fem reader. Chan runs into his past, how will it affect the present and his future?

This is part 5!!!

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Chan hops into the shower, he’s usually not one for morning showers but - well due to the circumstances he’s been given, he doesn’t really have a choice.

I haven’t seen her in like three weeks. What the hell? Chan rinses his body, trying not to think of how vivid his dream felt. “Fuck,” he says out loud getting mad because he’s starting to get hard again. He reaches and turns on the cold water.

---

“Chan hyung, where are you going?” Jeongin as he sits on the couch watching, “The studio is closed this week for remodeling.”

“Fuck, right.” Chan stands for a minute thinking, “Thanks for the reminder Innie.”

Chan waves at Jeongin before leaving the dorm. He walks to the car and heads off from there. If you’re wondering where he’s going well…

---

Connections. The sign shines, being hit by the sunlight as he parks outside of the cafe. 

He’s just here to eat some breakfast while working on some beats for his song, his song that he desperately needs to start on. But yeah, that’s the only reason. Not to wait and see if you’ll arrive at your family owned cafe. To sit down in your favorite spot, and work on whatever you need to work on.

Chan orders the same thing, but includes a toasted sandwich this time since he’s starving. As he waits for his drink and food to arrive, he pulls out his laptop and sets up his area. When he turns on his laptop he remembers, Right. Wifi.

As if someone read his mind, “The wifi passcode is magnets, all lowercase,” they set down a drink, their drink. Chan looks up to see you taking a seat right across from him.

“Look, I know this is a public business, but out of all cafes in Seoul, you decide on this one. Why?” You look cold, not the emotional self you were three weeks ago, it puts Chan on edge, unsure of how to respond.

“Hi Miss L/N, how are you doing?” A server comes up to place Chan’s drink and sandwich down, “Would you like your usual?”

Y/n nods and says thank you, sending the server off.

“I just like it here, am I not allowed to come here?” it isn’t a lie technically, he does like the cafe, but was it the full truth maybe not, “Also paparazzi aren’t allowed to come in here or in this district” he added, trying to save himself.

Y/n doesn’t seem relieved nor mad at Chan’s response; she just looks tired. “I want to talk about last time,” she places her drink down, “Can we talk about it?”

Chan does want to talk about it but he doesn’t and the fact that she brought it up so suddenly and that he wasn’t expecting it makes him say, “I don’t really know what’s there to talk about.”

Y/n makes a face, like “really?”, except instead of being annoyed she just seems disappointed, “You always hated confrontation.”

Chan just looks at Y/n not sure what to say, his silence annoys Y/n.

“Fine then. You listen and I’ll talk, okay?” Chan nods.

“I really don’t want to hate you. I want us to be able to move on happily with our lives with no hate for each other.” Y/n looks at Chan to see if he’ll say something, he just nods. “I think I was probably intoxicated and I was also in an emotional state last time you saw me. It was all just bad timing. I had no idea you’d be at the bar at the same time as me, especially… well yeah.”

“Yeah.” is all Chan gets out, trying to pretend like he didn’t follow her to the bar.

“In the car, I meant everything.”

That makes Chan look at you, “what do you mean?”

“Everything.” You play with your hands, you’re more nervous now, “I meant to get mad and irritated at you. I’m not going to deny my feelings just because you don’t agree with them. I don’t know or think you reflected on our conversation as much as I did but I know I got loud but it was just because it felt like you weren’t listening to me. And I know you technically don’t have to listen to me because like you said, we’re not dating.“ Y/n pauses to make eye contact with Chan, “I just had some pent up emotions that I just never got rid of and it was eating at me. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you when you’ve moved on.”

Chan doesn’t look away, “Y/n?”

She looks up at him, “yeah?”

“Did you mean it when you said I was the love of your life?”

Y/n forces a smile, and a pink flush shows onto her cheeks, she calms herself down quickly before answering with, “I mean, no shame in it, but yeah.” She picks up her drink right after, then continues talking.

But Chan can’t hear anything because he’s still thinking about it, “Why did you never tell me that?”

“What?” Y/n looks irritated that you interrupted her, but confused.

“Why didn’t you..you tell me I was the love of your life?” Chan hasn’t touched his food or drink.

“Because by the time I knew, I realized you didn’t think the same for me.” she sits up in her seat, “and no offense Chan, but I’m not one of your fans who’ll easily give you their heart and soul just because you say I love you to me. You can say that you loved me so much but your actions were lacking. It just wasn’t eno–”

“I love you. I mean I loved you.” Chan blurts out.

Y/n looks at him, quite shocked.

“You – I-I did love you, so much. Too much. ”

“Chan I need you to stop,” Y/n suddenly looking sad.

“No, come on now, listen it’s my turn to speak,” Chan places his hands flat on the table, “I loved you too much. It was indescribable. From the first time I met you here. I fell in love with you. And every single interaction after that I knew you were going to be the love of my life.”

Y/n looks around not being able to respond, nervous.

“Every time I saw you, you would pull me in. Like,” Chan stops, “...magnets.”

Chan looks into Y/n’s eyes, “did you make the password here?”

“Chan, it was made a long time ago.” She shrugs it off.

“No, I came here once a year ago, and the password was some random plant name.” Chan suddenly has more life into the words he’s saying.

“It’s just a word.” Y/n doesn’t look him in the eyes.

“Y/n, look at me.”

She doesn’t.

“What if we try again.” Chan isn’t asking, he’s stating.

You look up at him, “What?”

“I-I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my dreams, especially since I first saw you last month at the ice skating rink, you’ve been on my mind.”

“Chan stop.”

“No Y/n, come on, I know we have some things to fix between us, but you have to feel it too. Every time we see eachother we are pulled to eachother. Like magnets. That was our joke remember?” Chan’s just ranting now, he’s speaking so much more than he has in years. “We said we are total opposites, but we loved eachother. We were magnets, pulled together to be connected.”

“Y/n.” Chan gets you to look in his eyes for a moment, “I want to try again. I-I want you, I don’t what it is but I know it has to be you,”

Y/n’s eyes get watery but she scoffs, “Chan you’re not being fair right now.”

“Is this not what you wanted? For me to communicate how I’m feeling?”

“It’s too late for that Chan.”

“No, no it’s not, Y/n,” Chan takes both of your hands into his and looks you in the eyes, “I still love you.”

Chan watches as a tear drops down Y/n’s face, as she pulls her hands away, “I don’t think you understand how hurtful that was.”

“What?” Chan watches as she starts to stand up taking her drink, “Y/n –”

“Look, I wanted to say thank you for the ride and for the situation I was in with my boyfriend. I seemed –”

“Wait boyfriend?”

“Yes, please don't interrupt me.”

“You mean ex boyfriend?”

A bell rings saying that someone entered, making Y/n look over, Chan’s eyes following hers. 

A guy smiles and waves at her, and walks over to her, seeing Chan his face drops. 

“Hi Jaebum,” Chan hears you say softly to him before turning back to Chan, “Chan this is my boyfriend, Jaebum. Jaebum, this is my old friend… Chan. ”

“Hi we met briefly before, and I spoke with Y/n and I just wanted to apologize for my behavior.” Jaebum softly bows, “I’m really sorry, and thank you for taking care of her in that moment when it should’ve been me.” Jaebum looks at Chan.

Chan is silent, unsure of what to say, just looking at him.

“Jae, do you think you can wait in the car? I’ll be right out.” He nods before saying bye to Chan which Chan lazily waved back.

After Y/n sees Jaebum leave, she looks at Chan, “Look –”

“That guy is your boyfriend? Still?” 

“Chan don’t act like you know anything.”

“Do you love him?”

“You don’t get to ask that.”

“No, tell me right now,” he stands up, his figure leaning over you, “Tell me you love him.”

“You don’t deserve to know that.”

“Tell me you love him more than me.”

“Chan!” She looks at you in disbelief, “I-I have to go. I’m leaving. Goodbye.”

She leaves him quickly, leaving him standing next to his table, watching her as she walks out the doors.

author's note: im so so so so so sorry for taking so long to make a part 5. please forgive me college has been a huge bitch to me lately. thank you so much for your patience and i promise i will never take that long again to post an update on this story or any story without announcement 😔

[songbirdseung]

little crush / park jongseong

idol!jay x idol!reader

mutual pining au, fluff

For the fourth time this week, you have had your manager scold you after another endeavor of yours on breaking the rules. This time, you secretly went out with a friend during office hours. Now, you sat on the floor in one of HYBE's many practice rooms. You scanned the room as you saw your members making a ruckus out of themselves during the break time. Soon after, your leader makes eye contact with you and proceeds to sit down next to you.

"Did you get in trouble again?" She laughed and wrapped her arms around you, giving you a hug. "We're they too harsh on you?" Pouting her lips as she placed her head on your shoulder. You were used to it, this kind of treatment. To be babied because you were 1/3 of the maknae line. "No, they keep telling me the same thing over and over again" You looked at her through the mirror and gave her a weak smile. "Well maybe if you actually did stop these shenanigans". You knew she was right, so you didn't reply.

The day went on and you and the other 4 members were stuck in the practice room. It felt like torture but you wanted this, so you'll have to enjoy it somehow.

"As excited I am for our comeback, I just know..promotions are gonna be hectic and stressful" one of the girls said. You nodded in agreement and excused yourself to use the bathroom. "Let me come with you" the maknae linking her arms around yours.

Your bathroom trip was nothing special until you were standing out in the hallway, waiting for the youngest to finish washing up. You were on your phone when you noticed a figure close; on instinct you bow your head and whoever it was. "Oh hi Y/N" you look up and it's one of your seniors. Usually you'd be excited to see one of them. But this senior, he made you nervous, the like "I have a crush on you" nervous. "Oh hi Jay"

Enhypen's Jay, your senior but a friend, since you both share the same age. "What are you doing out here? I heard your having a comeback soon?" You try your best to still be respectful and make eye contact once in a while but all in all, you were hoping you didn't look stupid in front of him. Still you answer him and share small talk.

Eventually the youngest comes out and notices you two. You three bid your goodbyes and head back to your own schedules. Once you were in a safe distance from Jay, the youngest speaks up "I noticed you are always nervous around Jay, what's that about?" You almost jump in your place and look around the hall making sure that Jay was long gone and didn't hear anything, or even a staff member walking around. "DUDE- someone could hear you" she shakes her head in laughter "relax, it's nothing incriminating. Unless...you like him?" You stop in your tracks and rub your face in disbelief "you're gonna be the death of me" you sigh and walk into the practice room. Little did you know, the one thing you were worried about seemed to come true; a nosy jake lurking behind the wall next to you.

Who then runs back to the recording studio where Jay was. Panting as he opened the door but smirks as he spots Jay in the room. "Oh man, do I have a surprise for you!" Jay puts down the guitar and faces Jake. "What are you talking about?" The smirk never leaves Jake's face, and he sits down. "You saw Y/N earlier?" Now he's raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner. "Yeah, what about it?" Eventually, Jake goes on to telling everything he heard.

"You know how her members are. They are exactly like you guys. Teasing the living hell out of each other, " Jay cuts Jake off on his nonsense.

--

That didn't really stop the awkward and sudden meet-ups you and Jay had around the company; whatever Jake told him played a big role in the different way Jay saw you now. The potential or possible crush you could have in him? Why did it matter so much to Jay?

--

[artificialqueens]

When We Begin Again (Sasha Colby x Anetra) - Athena2

Summary: After a loss, Sasha grows closer to her daughter’s taekwondo teacher, and deals with her feelings.

A/N: Thank you so so much to @slutnetra for suggesting this idea, and for being lovely enough to let me try my hand at writing it. I hope this is at least close to what you had in mind, and I really hope you like it. Please leave feedback if you like, I really appreciate it!! Thank you to Writ for betaing.

Sasha is grateful Kerri fills the silence on the drive to her taekwondo class. Driving makes her nervous lately, even though she wasn’t in the accident, and the talking helps. It’s Kerri’s first class back after the summer—after the funeral, Sasha tries not to think—and she’s bouncing in the backseat. Her hair is finally long enough to have the pigtails she wanted since a girl in her class had them and she cried because she didn’t think she could have hair that long, and she twirls both as she talks about school and her friends.

“We’re here,” Sasha says as they pull into the parking lot.

Kerri quiets a little, and she holds Sasha’s hand on the way to the door even though she’s insisted she’s too old for that lately. Sasha squeezes her hand gently, rubbing her thumb along the back like she’s done since the day they adopted her.

Sasha’s only been inside the taekwondo studio—dojo, she’s pretty sure it’s called—a few times, when Kerri had a skills night. Jack always brought her to class. The reception area is bright and open, with awards and medals shining on the walls.

Anetra, Kerri’s teacher, is in the entrance, a little intimidating with her dark hair pulled back and a black belt around the waist of her white uniform. Sasha knows the uniform has a name, but can’t think of it once she sees the wings of a butterfly tattoo on Anetra’s chest peeking above the fabric. She hasn’t noticed anyone like that since Jack. It feels wrong, and she shakes her head to clear the thought.

Kerri runs up to her, and Anetra crouches down to Kerri’s height. The intimidating look on her face breaks into a smile, softening the scar running through her left eyebrow. “Hey, Kerri. Did you have a good summer?”

“Yeah!”

“I love the pigtails,” she says, and Kerri beams.

“Mommy did them for me!”

“She did a great job. Do you want to put your stuff away and get ready?”

“Okay!” Kerri runs back into the main room, and Anetra straightens up and turns to Sasha.

“Hi,” Sasha says.

She’s seen Anetra from time to time at the skills nights, but always from afar. She was at the funeral since she talked to Jack a lot when he dropped Kerri off, though Sasha’s memories of that day are too numb to remember any interactions with her. She does remember the reception after; Kerri had slipped away, and Sasha found her sitting next to Anetra, neither of them saying a word. When Sasha asked her about it later, Kerri said that she was tired of grown-ups talking to her, and Anetra just let her be quiet.

“Hi,” Anetra says.

“Kerri won’t be behind or anything, will she? I know she missed some classes after—“

“She’ll be fine,” Anetra says in reassurance. “It’s nothing too intense at this age group. I’ll be here to help her if she needs it.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Anetra smiles sadly. “I know I talked to you at the funeral, but I wanted to tell you again how sorry I am.”

“Thank you,” Sasha says on autopilot. She’s heard it so many times since it happened, but Anetra sounds like she means it.

“How are you doing? I—I don’t know if it’s okay for me to ask that, or if you’re sick of talking about it.”

“I don’t mind. People don’t really ask anymore, now that it’s been six months.”

In the days right after it happened, people treated her like glass about to break. They were so kind, so helpful, and there was so much to focus on, that she had no time to break. But when the food people brought got eaten, when the texts to check in on her stopped, when the responsibilities of a funeral were gone and there was suddenly so much time with nothing to fill it, the more Sasha felt like she was going to break. Like there was nothing holding her together anymore. But she’s kept it together for Kerri, and deals with what she needs to in therapy. She’s not going to bother anyone else with it.

Anetra nods.

“Most days are okay,” Sasha continues, because something about Anetra makes talking easy. “They’re okay, and then I start to feel guilty that they’re okay. Like it’s too fast. Like I shouldn’t be okay this soon. Sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you all that,” she adds, running a hand through her hair.

“I don’t mind. And I understand. I think it’s normal to feel guilty that you’re doing better. But it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” Her low voice is warm and steady, and as much as Sasha has kept things in, it’s good to talk to someone like this, no therapist’s desk in between them.

Two students and their parents file in, and Sasha snaps out of it. She’s just here to bring Kerri, and turns back to the door. “Thank you. I—I’ll be back to get Kerri.”

“See you.” Anetra smiles, and it lightens Sasha’s heart in a way that nothing’s done in six months.

—-

Time flows strangely for the next week. The days themselves go on for years of blankness, but put together, they happen in the blink of an eye. Her therapist says it’s normal, and Sasha listens to her. Before she knows it, she’s back in the car taking Kerri to class.

This time, there’s a puppy howling in the backseat too. Kerri’s been asking for one for years, but Sasha and Jack wanted to wait until she was a little older. She turned six over the summer, and Sasha decided that was old enough. Besides, lately it’s hard for her to refuse anything that brings Kerri a little joy, makes her feel excited. Kerri’s child therapist thought it might be good for her too. Hence the hyper dachshund in her backseat.

“Can we bring him inside?” Kerri asks once they reach the studio.

“Just to the door.”

Kerri runs to the door with the dog running beside her.

“Hi, Kerri. Hi, Sasha.” Anetra greets at the entrance. “And who’s this little guy?”

“Kerri somehow convinced me to get a dog last weekend.” Sasha sighs.

“His name is Stitch!” Kerri says proudly.

“He’s so cute. Can I pet him?”

Sasha nods, and Anetra bends down to pet Stitch. He sniffs her hand, and then jumps up, licking her face and wagging his tail a hundred miles an hour.

“Sorry.” Sasha pulls him away before he can completely slobber all over her. “He really likes you.”

“It’s no problem.” Anetra laughs. “Want to go get ready, Kerri?”

“Okay!” She gives Stitch one last squeeze, hugs Sasha goodbye, and runs inside.

“How’s everything going?” Anetra asks. It doesn’t have the hushed tone or hint of pity the question usually has when people ask her. It’s more like Anetra is just asking, like she would for anyone else.

“Okay, I guess.” Sasha shrugs. “Nothing exciting, really. Just work and getting things settled with the dog. Lots of laundry, for some reason. You’d think Kerri wears five outfits a day. That’s probably more boring than you wanted to hear,” she says with a laugh.

Anetra laughs too. “I mean, I spent the weekend cleaning my apartment. That’s even more boring.”

“That is more boring,” Sasha agrees.

“Yeah, and then I used too much bleach in the bathroom and almost got high. But not even in a good way.”

Suddenly Sasha’s laughing until her shoulders shake, laughing in a way she hasn’t in a while. It feels normal, and it’s nice to feel normal. “Sorry,” she gets out through her laughs. “I don’t know why I’m laughing this much.”

“Because of me and my horrible cleaning skills, that’s why,” Anetra says, the moment only ending when more students trickle in.

“I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

—-

After a few weeks of their chats before class, Anetra surprises Sasha with a chocolate chip cookie when she reaches the entrance.

“This is kind of contraband,” Anetra whispers. “They’re for the kids and parents after class but I wanted to give you one before they swarm the dish. Just don’t tell.”

Sasha grins. “My lips are sealed,” she says, taking a bite. “Thank you, this is amazing. I have a headache from helping Kerri with her math homework. Did you know math is different now? Because it’s different.” Sasha’s great with history, but Jack was always better at math, making sense of numbers that made Sasha’s head spin. She tries not to think about that every time she has to watch a tutorial to make sure she’s showing Kerri the right thing.

“I could barely do math when it was normal,” Anetra laughs.

“Me too.” Sasha rolls her eyes. “But otherwise she’s been doing well. I think this class has been good for her.”

“It was good for me too, when I was a kid. I was quiet then. Even quieter than I am now.” Anetra smiles faintly. “But it helped a lot. It didn’t make me into some extravert, but I made a few friends, got more confident in myself. I think it was an outlet for those things I didn’t know how to say.”

It’s the most Anetra’s said at once, especially about herself. She seems to understand Kerri in some way, and Sasha thinks back to the two of them after the funeral, quiet and calm, Anetra able to give Kerri the peace that none of the other well-meaning adults could.

“Thank you,” Sasha says. She means it for a million things at once. For being such a good teacher to Kerri. For reassuring her own worries. For helping Kerri that day at the funeral. It’s not enough for everything, but Anetra nods solemnly, almost like she knows.

“You’re welcome.”

—-

It’s a hard week, one where the loss is big and dark enough to devour her. It comes to her in small things. Things she never would have thought of. Looking down at the rice she’s stirring and thinking that it’s not enough for three people, before remembering that it’s only for two. Wondering why she hasn’t seen any boxers or dress shirts in the laundry lately. Stretching her arm out in bed, and hurting like it’s the first time when she meets empty space.

The wind whips around as Sasha follows Kerri through the studio door, her head turning to see—

A tall man with blond hair, a polite smile on his face.

Sasha freezes like a wind-up toy that broke mid-motion. “Um, hi,” she says. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sasha,” she adds smoothly, covering her confusion.

He nods. “I’m Steve, Anetra’s teaching assistant. I’m doing the class myself tonight because she’s not feeling well.”

“Oh.” Her mothering instinct kicks in, and she absurdly wishes she could bring Anetra soup, the way she would for Kerri. Or Jack. “I hope she feels better,” Sasha says, ignoring the tightness in her throat.

Lately she has to think about what she’s feeling, what emotion is making a home in that numb block of her chest. She’s disappointed, she realizes. Disappointed that she didn’t get to see Anetra, exchange their few minutes of conversation that make her feel normal. The disappointment cuts deep in her chest, heavy against her ribs, and she blames the intensity of it on sleep deprivation. Kerri had a bad dream last night, and Sasha was up half the night with her, holding her while she cried and reading to her until she fell asleep again.

She’s just tired, and disappointed, and that’s probably why Anetra appears in her dream that night.

—-

“Do you feel better?” Sasha asks Anetra next week, before she’s even fully in the door.

Anetra looks normal—no flush of a fever, no sniffling nose. “Much better, thanks. I had a cold, which wasn’t that bad, but then I got a migraine, and that was”—she glances around to make sure there are no kids nearby—“really shitty. I hate missing class, but I thought my head was gonna explode.”

“It’s good that you took care of yourself,” Sasha says, feeling like a hypocrite because her therapist reminds her of that all the time, that taking care of Kerri doesn’t mean she can’t take care of herself too. “I mean, you can’t break boards and stuff with a migraine.”

“Do you think I just casually break boards all day?” Anetra teases with a wry smile.

“No,” Sasha says, her cheeks warm. “Well, maybe a little. It would be cool if you did, though, wouldn’t it?”

Anetra laughs, that deep laugh that makes Sasha feel calm every time she hears it. “Yeah, it would. I’d be like some action hero.”

Just then, a kid comes barreling through, bumping Sasha just enough that she stumbles. She pitches forward into firm arms.

“You okay?” Anetra asks softly. She quickly pulls her hands off Sasha’s hips, and Sasha misses the touch. It’s been so long.

“Yeah, I’m good. Forget the boards,” she says before she can stop herself, “I think you’re already an action hero.”

—–

Time passes, slow and fast. They’re at the part of the year Sasha was dreading the most, like a monster lurking behind you in a nightmare: the holidays. As weird as it is, the holidays help, in a way. She lets the calendar dictate what she needs to do, and functions in that same autopilot mode she was in right after the accident. November means turkey and pie with her friends like always, because she doesn’t talk to her family, and Jack was never close with his. December means cookies and wrapping presents and carrying Kerri to bed after she falls asleep watching Christmas movies on the couch. January means a night watching Golden Girls reruns instead of the ball dropping, because for the first time in ten years, there’s no one to ring it in with.

They just happen, and that’s about all Sasha can say for them. They happen, and some moments she’s really enjoying everything, and some moments it’s like she’s in the room but there’s a sheet over her, and everything is hazy and faraway.

It also means no taekwondo classes, with all the holidays and days off school. When Sasha finally brings Kerri back in January, it’s like returning to a long-forgotten place. Especially when Anetra smiles in the doorway.

“Did you have a good holiday?” Sasha asks after Kerri has scampered away.

“It was nice. I did stuff with my friends. I don’t…my family and I…we don’t really talk,” Anetra finishes. Her head is down, and Sasha has learned that means she doesn’t want to talk about something anymore.

“I understand. Um, do you want to see a picture of Stitch dressed like an elf?”

Anetra’s head lifts, her face brightening with her smile. “Is that even a question? Of course I do!”

Sasha pulls out her phone and shows Anetra the dog, dressed in a dark green coat with a matching belt and little elf boots with bells on the tops, a pointed hat on his head.

“He was fine with it at first, but when I put the hat on he got so mad,” Sasha laughs. “I got one picture before he ran around to get it off. Then he chewed it up.”

“In his defense, the hat makes him look very undignified.”

“He’s a dog who tries to eat garbage, he has no dignity.”

Anetra laughs. “Yeah, that’s fair. The boots are my favorite.”

“He really likes the boots. He still wears them. Figures my dog would be a shoe lover like me.”

Anetra is still laughing. She’s still laughing, and Sasha is laughing with her, and that tingling in her chest is—it’s happiness. It rises like a wave, almost knocking her over in its strength and purity. Happiness wild and free, shining on her face and burning in her arms and legs because her body doesn’t know how to contain such a feeling anymore, doesn’t have the space for it.

Did the happiness just burst in her naturally, or was it made easier by Anetra? Anetra, with her kind eyes and deep laugh and listening ear. Anetra, who talks to her like she’s normal and doesn’t treat her like some tragedy. Anetra, who makes Sasha feel warm and happy, who makes her heart melt in that way it used to around…

The happiness, like her heart, turns to ice.

—-

The thought churns in her for weeks.

She likes Anetra.

Her wedding ring squeezes her finger, weighs her hand down, like it’s mad at her for even thinking such a thing. She and Jack were married for eight years, and together for two before that. Ten years, and now, he’s been gone for eleven months, and she likes someone. It feels like a betrayal.

Everyone tells her that Jack would want her to move on and do things, like go out with her friends instead of always declining. He wouldn’t want her to suffer and be sad for the rest of her life. Logically, she knows it’s true. He always wanted her to be happy, and if it can’t be with him, he’d want it to be with whoever made her happy. But it still feels wrong. Just like each good day where she has fun with Kerri and isn’t hit with a wave of sadness feels wrong. Like she’s moving on too quickly. If just having a good day feels wrong, how could liking Anetra not feel wrong? In some ways, it’s even worse, like she’s just throwing away the years of love she and Jack shared.

She talks it over with her therapist, who tells her that liking someone is natural, that it isn’t a betrayal. Her therapist suggests getting coffee with Anetra as friends. She doesn’t even need to think of it as a date. It can be something with a friend. Something for herself, since it’s been so long that she’s done something for herself.

It’s easier to think of it that way. She’s just asking Anetra for coffee as friends. Then she doesn’t have to think of how she leaves as early as acceptably possible to bring Kerri to class, so she can have a few more minutes talking to her.

She strides to the door behind Kerri, loosening the tension in her shoulders. Just coffee, just as friends. Asking is nothing, really.

“Anetra?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to get coffee with me this Saturday?”

“I would love to.”

—-

Sasha’s leg bounces into the coffee shop table, rattling her mug. She’d spent hours getting ready, trying to find something between sweatpant-casual and date-dressy, and settled for jeans and a sweater. She purposely came early to get a table in the cafe’s loft, private and secluded.

She waves to Anetra when she arrives, who waves back with a smile. She gets her coffee and makes her way to the loft, and Sasha can’t help staring, because it’s so different to see her anywhere but the studio entrance, in head-to-toe black rather than her uniform. Sasha can’t stop taking in all the pieces of Anetra she’s discovering. The black leather jacket that curves around her shoulders like a hug. The tiny lesbian flag pin on its collar. The silver ring in the right side of her nose.

“Hi,” Sasha says.

“Hi,” Anetra says, shyer than normal, like she’s not as sure of herself outside the studio. “How are you?”

“I’m good, but I…I was wondering if I could hear about you, if that’s okay?” Sasha asks. “I feel like I talk a lot.”

“Um, sure.” Anetra sips her coffee, and Sasha’s pretty sure she’s blushing.

She tells Sasha of nights sneaking out of bed to stay up and beat another level on one of her video games. Weekends spent at taekwondo tournaments, trying to do homework on the ride there, clutching a new medal or trophy on the ride home. She won major tournaments and world championships, and Sasha figures most of the awards in the studio are hers, not just the studio’s. She’s been on her own for a while, and opened the studio when the years of competing took their toll on her body, but she didn’t want to leave it behind. She likes ducks, and goes on walks in a park farther from where she lives just because it has a duck pond.

Sasha talks too, and they trade stories until they finish their first mugs, get refills, and finish those too. It’s not until her fingers absent-mindedly twist her ring around, like she’s done millions of times, that she realizes she hasn’t thought about him at all today. Her eyes burn with that familiar sting, and Anetra’s face softens with concern.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Sasha says thickly, trying to get it out around the tears burning in her eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. This whole thing has been perfect. It’s been perfect, and I…” And I didn’t think about Jack once, she thinks, but she doesn’t say it, because she’s breaking in that way she thought she would in the beginning, but never did.

“Hey, I got you.”

There are arms around her, soft and warm and strong, and Sasha lets herself melt into them, the leather of Anetra’s jacket soft against her cheek. She hates that she’s doing it here, that she’s ruining the day, but it’s almost a relief. To not worry about holding herself together anymore. To fall apart in someone’s arms, let them take some of the burden she carries. To just let that glass break, let it shatter into a million pieces, and not worry about cleaning the pieces up.

The tears flow and her shoulders heave, and Anetra doesn’t let go until Sasha pulls away, wiping the last of her tears. She takes in a deep breath that feels lighter, like she’s shed everything she’s been carrying for almost a year.

“Do you want water, or anything?” Anetra asks, still hovering at her side, like she wants to help but isn’t sure how.

“I’m okay.” She really is, calmer and lighter and relaxed.

Anetra sits back down, her eyes so kind and warm it nearly takes Sasha’s breath again.

Sasha breathes slowly. There’s more she needs to tell Anetra, and she wants to tell her while she has the chance. “I like you. I really do. And I don’t want to mess this up, or lose you.”

“You didn’t mess anything up. You’re not gonna lose me.”

“I–-I like you as more than a friend, if I’m being honest,” Sasha says, and Anetra’s eyes widen. “But I don’t think I can do anything about it yet. I need to take things slow. And I don’t want to forget Jack.”

“I would never want you to forget him,” Anetra says seriously. She bites her lip, and looks at Sasha, nothing but warmth in her gaze. “Sasha, I’m your friend, and I care about you. I–I want to be there for you. Whether that’s as friends, or if you ever want it to be something more. I’m here for you, no matter what. You don’t have to do this alone, you know? I know you’re used to doing everything yourself, but I’m here.”

The words are a hug just like Anetra’s arms. To know that Anetra’s seen her at her lowest, and it didn’t change her opinion of her. To know Anetra sees what she’s carrying on her shoulders, and simply wants to stand beside her and share it.

“Tell me about him,” Anetra says suddenly. Sasha hesitates, but Anetra nods in encouragement.

“Well, he never closed a drawer all the way a day in his life. Drove me nuts.” Sasha smiles a little, to bring up one of his flaws, instead of the endless positives everyone always mentions. “I really like oranges, but I couldn’t peel them when I had my nails done, so he’d do it for me. He’d take Kerri shopping and let her pick out his ties for work. She’d pick ones with flamingos and butterflies and flowers, and he’d wear them. ”

She could keep going, but she stops. The memories are warm and golden, but the sun hitting Anetra’s face is warm and golden too. Maybe she can live in the memories a little less and in the present a little more today, without it meaning she’s throwing the memories away.

“Anetra?” Sasha asks.

“Yeah?”

“Will you take me to that park you mentioned? I want to see the ducks.”

“I would love to.”

—-

Two Years Later

The wind rustles Sasha’s hair gently. She stands by the duck pond in the park, watching the little yellow ducklings paddle after their mother.

“Faster, faster!” The silence is broken by Kerri’s laughs and shouts as she urges Anetra to give her a faster piggyback ride. Stitch begins yipping along, and Kerri leaps off Anetra’s back and takes Stitch’s leash from Sasha, running around the duck pond with him.

Sasha lays the blanket on the soft grass, then stretches out on top of it. Anetra settles in at her side. They don’t talk yet; they don’t need to. Sasha just sits, and looks at the sun lighting up the pond in a golden glow, and breathes. Everyday gets a little better, a little easier. It doesn’t take away what happened, what she lost. It doesn’t erase the memories, but it makes them hurt a little less, until she can think of them and smile, rather than cry.

“Everything okay?” Anetra asks softly, stroking her hair.

Sasha rests her head on Anetra’s shoulder. She breathes in the spring air, breathes in Anetra. She loves Anetra, and Kerri, and their dog who barks too early in the morning, and she knows it’s okay to feel it. “Everything is perfect.”

[srorgana1]

Into the Reverb (Kylo Ren/Reader)

Chapter Two

The band is there for hours, way past the normal recording time slot. But you don’t mind because they are fucking brilliant. Their sound is hard but soulful, each of them adding a different layer unique to the sound. But you can’t stop watching Kylo play. His fingers are magic. He seeps such raw emotion. You flush as your mind starts to wander.

You wonder how well he can use those fingers in other areas. You let yourself imagine him slamming you up against the soundproof wall behind your chair. You can almost feel his breath on your neck as you envision him kissing at your pulse and cupping your pussy in his hand. "Is that good?"...suddenly you are jolted back to reality. "Y/N, is that good?" You had been too busy imagining cumming on Kylo’s fingers to realize they had run through the bridge again and were seeing if they needed to again.

Looking at the monitor, you don’t notice Rae walking in and sit next to you. “They are wicked good! How much have they worked out today?” she says. “Well, they rerecorded Wolves and The Art of Suicide and some new stuff for maybe one to two songs” you replay, eyes now not leaving Kylo and Kuruk.

“It's nice to get some fresh talent around here” she says, eyes sliding up and down Kylo’s body. Of fucking course she would have eyes for him. Why wouldn’t she? She’s probably is just his fucking type too. Lean, athletic, perfect skin.

You slouch in your chair and hit the microphone button “I think we have enough for today guys. Great job. I will schedule you some studio time later this week for review and planning, yeah?” You let the mic button go as soon as you hear a few yeahs.

You look at your phone. Shit, it's 7:30. You missed therapy again. Dr. Morgan is going to be less than pleased. You push down your anxiety as you clean up the space and pack your items. You open the door as the guys walk out. Vic and Trudgen give you big grins and slaps on your shoulder, thanking you. You give them a smile as you lead them to the parking lot as you coordinate their next recording session.

A large hand juts in front of you and grabs the parking lot door before you can. You follow the arm up to a pair of amber eyes, full of something you can not name. “Let me, please” he mumbles as he pulls the heavy door open. You don’t know what keeps you glued to his eyes. You shake your head to break whatever just happened. You wave goodbye and head to your car. If you had looked behind you, you would’ve seen he never stopped staring at you.

You drive home in a daze. Your thoughts are consumed. He had been so fucking close to you could still literally feel his body heat and smell his natural musk mixed with his woodsy cologne. No man should smell that good after sweating in a recording booth for hours. Your pussy throbs at the thought of that big body on you, those lips on you. You involuntarily shiver at the memory of his low “please”. You would let that man do anything he wanted to you if he asked like that again.

You throw your vehicle in park and rush into your condo. As you lock the door, you continue to picture him wrapped around you, kissing and nipping at your neck, crooning about how much he needs to fuck you. You can’t wait, you need a release now.

You slide your hand down and bring your fingers back up, spreading the wetness over your clit, over your underwear. You let your eyes fall close as you apply slight pressure, ready to get lost in that familiar high. It's not enough. For some unknown reason, you already know Kylo wouldn’t be this gentle with you. He would take what he wanted.

You increase the friction while you bring your other fingers down to enter you. You jolt at the sensation. You can picture his eyes darken in front of you with his large fingers knuckle deep, and mumbles into your ear “Is this all for me baby girl?” You let out a loud moan.

Your hips cant, meeting your hand’s rhythm. You move your hand from your clit to your breast, squeezing and massaging as roughly as you could. As roughly as he would. With a needy moan, you grind down on your fingers.

You could almost hear his dirty words and growls in your ear, spurring you on. That telltale coiling feeling is starting in your lower belly. You insert one more finger and quicken your pace. You allow your mind to wonder about his mouth, his tongue, his talented tattooed hands, what lies between those muscular thighs…

You gasp loudly as you cum. Your body melts with pleasure. You said his name over and over in a hushed voice as you came down from your high, fingers letting up on their motions to show yourself some mercy. You slide down the door as your breathing begins to even out. You would give anything you feel his warm body around you, drugging you with sweet kisses and to hear you did so well for him. A shiver runs up your spine again. Fuck, you got to get it together, especially since you are going to be working closely with him from now on.

[stolenslumber]

pas de deux (psh) (preview)

Fresh off of an ankle injury and all too cognizant of the time you have left in your professional ballet career, the last thing you want to do this Nutcracker season is dance opposite some boy band idol sensation who can't even do a split. You're sure Park Sunghoon can serve no purpose in your life other than being a nuisance and standing around looking pretty to bring in more ticket sales, but there are 10 weeks of rehearsals ahead of you, and he's determined to change your mind.

PAIRING: park sunghoon x female reader GENRE: one-sided professional annoyance to lovers, pining (sunghoon falls fast and hard lol my guy is chomping at the bit), some angst but mostly of the career malaise flavor, romance as always but trust me there's an Actual Plot this time i swear WARNINGS: swearing, kms/kys jokes, kissing and suggestive content/sexual themes WORD COUNT: ~2.8k preview (final wc... who knows? that's between me and god)

When you get the news, you’re just leaving a physical therapy session that went worse than you had expected, so you’re already in a bad mood. 

Kazuha calls you as she’s making dinner; you can hear pots and pans clattering in the background as she attempts some new pasta sauce she saw on Instagram. You let her chatter on for a while as you stew in your thundercloud of frustration about your PT session and your anxiety about the upcoming Nutcracker rehearsals, so you’re barely paying attention when she starts saying something about idols and boy bands.

“... can you believe it? Oh my god, I hope it’s like… Jimin, or Taemin! I would probably pass out if I saw them at rehearsal, though.”

“Huh? What’s this about passing out at rehearsal?” 

Kazuha tsks. “Were you not listening to me? I just told you the company has invited a male idol to feature in a couple of Nutcracker performances this year! It’s part of an effort to spread more appreciation for ballet among the general public, or something.”

You scoff. “The general public coming out to see the same show for a month straight doesn’t show enough appreciation for ballet?”

“Oh, come on, you know our Nutcracker sales have been down lately. I’m sure this idol thing is going to shoot them through the roof, though.” Kazuha sighs dreamily. “I hope I get his signature, whoever it is.”

“Whatever. As long as he doesn’t drag our rehearsals down,” you mutter.

“It’s supposed to be someone with at least a little bit of a ballet background, and all idols dance, so he can’t be that bad.”

“What is he even going to do? Dance with the studio company kids? He’s going to look so out of place.” You laugh to yourself, picturing some fully grown man amongst a throng of young ballet students. “Not my problem, I guess. Hey, I’m going to get on the train, but I’ll see you on Monday for rehearsals, yeah?”

“Happy Nutcracker season!” Kazuha sings gleefully.

“Happy Nutcracker season,” you echo, though you’re much more subdued. It’s not like you can really complain— you’re lucky enough to be one of two ballerinas in the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy this Nutcracker season. Lucky, because you tore an ankle ligament six months ago, and the company still entrusted you with the role. It’s your third time dancing it, but the pressure feels more intense than ever; Nutcracker sales have been down lately, and more than that, you know everyone is watching to see how you’ll perform after your injury.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, pulling you out of your mental checklist of things you need to bring to rehearsal on Monday. An email from your ballet company’s assistant manager sits at the top of your screen; probably a reminder to shut the doors properly when entering and exiting the building as the weather gets colder. You tap at the notification just to get rid of it, but you’re surprised to see your name pop up near the top of the email.

Looking forward to Nutcracker rehearsals… blah blah blah… something about an exciting collaboration…. ah, there it is. “This year, we are pleased to welcome Park Sunghoon from ENHYPEN as a special guest in The Nutcracker,” you read under your breath. “He will dance the part of the Sugar Plum Fairy’s Cavalier, alongside— motherfucker. You’ve gotta be kidding me.” That’s your name. 

Visions of a perfect Nutcracker season leading to your dream role as Odette/Odile in next year’s production of Swan Lake come crashing down on you in an instant. The only thing you can think of is: Who the fuck is Park Sunghoon?

find my friends: don’t leave xx break version (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon, sunoo, jungwon, and niki)

sunghoon: RISE AND SHINE MY BEAUTIFUL BEST FRIENDS

heeseung: kys

sunoo: jeez what crawled into your bed and died

heeseung: i did. i am.

jake: don’t mind him he was gaming until like 5am lmao

jungwon: what’s up sunghoon? usually u only call urself beautiful…

niki: LMFAO GET WRECKED

sunghoon: how is that getting wrecked? i AM beautiful

jay: okay anyways! is this about that press release about you doing ballet

sunghoon: jay MY ONE AND ONLY UNIT yes that is exactly what this is about

jungwon: we’re thrilled for you

sunghoon: you don’t sound very thrilled…

jungwon: YAY SUNGHOON HYUNG YOU’RE GONNA BE SOOOO COOL WE LOVE YOU TWINKLE TOES

sunghoon: okay that’s not exactly what i was hoping for but i’ll take it

sunghoon: rehearsals start on monday i’m so EXCITED

sunoo: ur kind of cheating on us if u think about it… rehearsing with other people </3

sunghoon: first of all i see you guys like all the time 

jake: right like we’re supposed to be on a break sunghoon get out of my apartment

sunghoon: i’m literally cleaning your living room rn you ungrateful whore i can’t watch you live like this anymore

jake: that’s jay’s mess not mine

sunghoon: whatever. second of all these are BALLET dancers!!! refined elegant sophisticated ballet dancers. they are not remotely in the same league as you smelly stinky gross losers 

niki: dude they’re just regular people they probably sweat and stink just as much as we do

jay: yo i’ve seen pictures of sunghoon’s ballet teacher from when he took lessons for ice skating… she’s a milf if i’ve ever seen one. maybe he’s still hung up on her and he’s projecting that onto all ballet dancers everywhere

sunghoon: wtf don’t put miss tatiana’s name in your dirty mouth

sunghoon: also i’m ngl the dancer who’s going to be my partner is a hottie lol

sunoo: never say the word hottie ever again

heeseung: please god LET ME SLEEEEEEEEP

Against your will, Monday arrives exactly on time. So, too, does Park Sunghoon, whom you don’t even notice in the middle of your stretches.

He notices you, of course. He had looked you up as soon as he heard the news, but all he could find was a perfunctory biography of you on the ballet company’s website and a private Instagram account. In your headshot on the website, you had appeared dignified and serious in black-and-white. In person, you seem… frustrated. A grunt escapes you when you go on pointe for the first time in a few days, and your eyebrows seem permanently furrowed as you go through the motions of various stretches. 

Still, your mastery of your profession is undeniable. Sunghoon watches from a corner of the cavernous studio as you and at least fifty other dancers are led through a series of warm-ups by someone who he thinks is the ballet mistress, accompanied by a live pianist hidden from sight by the tall back of the piano. Sunghoon’s eyes meticulously follow the lines of your arms and legs through tendus and jeté rond de jambes; the repetitive movements draw him into something of a trance, and he’s reminded of adjusting the tilt of his head over and over again to match his members, and even further back in his memory, he thinks of endless circles around the ice skating rink. Truthfully, he’s not sure if he has ever made the motion of his body look as beautiful as you do.

He feels like he hardly blinks before thirty minutes have gone by, and then everyone is dispersing for a short break. He spots a petite ballerina approach you and whisper something in your ear; that’s Sieun, he thinks, based on his deep dive into the company’s website. He doesn’t have much time to continue matching faces to pictures and names, though, because your eyes meet his for the first time just then, and he can feel himself shrinking underneath your steely gaze.

By the time you’ve approached him and greeted him and his manager, you’ve gotten your expression under control. You are no longer looking at him like the dirt beneath your shoe, so that’s progress. He hopes.

After the customary round of introductions, Sunghoon bows to you again. “Thank you in advance for your guidance and support,” he says robotically. 

“Of course,” you respond, equally as robotic. 

The ballet mistress comes over at that point, so it’s another round of introductions. Sunghoon takes the time to peek at you out of the corner of his eye, flitting his gaze over the neutral set of your mouth, which belies the impatient tapping of your right index finger against your left wrist behind your back. 

Sunghoon tunes back in when the ballet mistress begins talking about his schedule for the day. “You will watch us complete the morning class, so that you may get a feeling for the movements you will need to learn. Afterwards, I will assess you in a personal session, and I will pair you with one of our studio company students to start you on the basics. At the end of the day, you will meet us back here, where you can watch one of our Cavaliers demonstrate the pas de deux with the other Sugar Plum Fairy, as that is what you will be doing in ten weeks’ time.” The ballet mistress claps her hands. “Any questions?”

Sunghoon resists the urge to raise his hand; that would be so dorky. “Um, yeah— where’s the bathroom?”

The look you give him could wilt flowers.

Sunghoon barely sees you for the rest of the week, although he’s not sure if that’s due to your schedule or his. Some teenage kids from the ballet school who remind him of Riki when they first met are putting him through his paces; Sunghoon re-learns basic ballet steps five hours a day, every day. An additional hour every day is spent stretching and strengthening his muscles to a level of flexibility he has never approached before, and the final hour of every day is spent in a personal teaching session with the ballet mistress. It’s the most exhausting thing he has done in a long, long time.

In the hour that he gets off for lunch, he tries to look for you in the various hallways and studios in the building. Sometimes, he spots the back of your head as you’re entering or exiting the building, but so far, he hasn’t found a good opportunity to actually talk to you.

He gets lucky on Friday afternoon, just as he’s about to leave for the day. It’s technically after hours, but you’re still in the big studio where he met you on the first day. Sunghoon has watched enough videos and actual rehearsals of The Nutcracker to know that you are not dancing any of your Sugar Plum Fairy parts in it. In fact, he’s certain that you are dancing something entirely otherworldly.

The song is hauntingly beautiful, as are your movements. He watches as you fold forward on the floor, one leg extended in front of you and the other tucked underneath you. Your arms flutter down to your extended leg, which then sweeps behind you as you rise to straighten your torso, and then your back arches so that you fold backwards. Notwithstanding the physical prowess of it all, he’s more shocked by the look of exquisite joy on your face, and the way it transforms into wrenching sorrow as you bend forward again and sweep your arms across the floor. He continues watching until the very end, transfixed by the intense emotion in your expression and in each of your movements; he doesn’t realize he’s crying until it’s over, and you’re folding forward on the ground again, arms quivering to a stop at your toes.

It feels like watching a dying thing; some creature far too magnificent for this world leaving it, at last.

The applause that bursts from his hands is instinctual. Your head jerks toward his direction immediately, so he waves awkwardly. Somewhere in between him wiping at his eyes and trying to figure out what he’s going to say to you, you make your way to stand in front of him with your arms crossed and your eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing here? Wait— are you crying?” You come in much closer to see for yourself, which certainly does not help him feel less nervous.

“I, uh, yeah… It’s been a long week,” he offers weakly.

You uncross your arms as you pat his shoulder, also a little awkwardly. “It’s always hardest when you start again after not having danced in a long time,” you say. The words are generic, but you’re not sure what else to say to him. The last thing you expected to see today was Park Sunghoon tearing up in front of you. 

“Yeah, for sure.” He clears his throat. “But, um, to be honest… I was just watching you dance, and I guess I was, like, moved to tears?” He laughs at himself. “You’re really good. I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

You flush from the unexpected praise. “Oh, well, thanks. The dance is called The Dying Swan; you can look it up on Youtube if you’re interested. It’s supposed to portray a swan in its last moments, so it can be quite… emotional.” You have to look away from his admiring gaze. “I’m… glad you liked it.”

“Liked it?” He scoffs. “I literally cried because of it. Seriously, I didn’t even know anything about it, and I could tell that it was incredible.”

You make a face at him. “Thank you, but you’re kinda freaking me out right now.” When he tilts his head at you in confusion, you’re surprised to find the sight a little bit cute. “I’m not really good at accepting compliments,” you explain. “Comes with the territory, I think.”

“Always expecting critiques instead, right?” He chuckles at your surprised look. “I was a professional ice skater before I became an idol trainee, so I know a little bit about the endless pursuit of perfection.”

You nod thoughtfully. “Is that where your ballet background comes from? Ice skating?”

“Yeah, but this week has made me question whether I really deserve to call it a ballet background.” He frowns in the form of a pout; cute, again. “These kids who are, like, maybe 15 years old are absolutely kicking my ass.” 

Unexpectedly, that makes you laugh, and he smiles automatically in return. “The studio company kids will do that to you,” you say as you start to untie your pointe shoes. “The advantages of being young, I guess.”

“Tell me about it. I don’t think I’ve ever been this sore in my entire life.” He winces when he hears your hip pop in a stretch. “Yep, I’ve heard that too many times this week.”

It’s silent as you finish your stretches. He takes the time to work out his next move in his head— what’s the best way to express to someone that you want to have a good working relationship with them, but you also think they’re really cool and pretty, and you’re also a little terrified by them, and you also want to learn from them? 

He ends up going with, “So, do you have any dinner plans?” 

You pause in the middle of zipping your bag. “I’m going to PT for my ankle right now.”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were hurt!”

“Relax, Sunghoon. Injuries are fairly common in ballet, as they were in skating, I’m sure.” You sigh. He looks so forlorn and apologetic that you find yourself adding, “But I could have dinner afterwards, if you don’t mind a later start. And as long as you’re paying with that idol money, pretty boy.” You wink at him to let him know you’re just teasing, in the hopes that it’ll get him to loosen up, but he seems to only get more flustered as a result. 

“No problem,” he ekes out. He’s just glad he didn’t stutter. “I’ll text you a place, then?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You don’t have my number.”

“Riiiight.” Sunghoon smiles sheepishly. “Uh, do you want me to, like, email you instead…?”

“Oh my god, who knew you were such a dork.” You roll your eyes and hand him your phone. “Just put in your contact info. What would your fans think if they could see you now?”

Sunghoon huffs. “I don’t give my number out to just anyone, you know.” He squints at you. “Wait, you’re not secretly a sasaeng or something, right?”

“Do I look—”

He surprises you by laughing. “Relax,” he repeats. “Just teasing.” He winks, too, for good measure. It’s more charming than you had expected; that, combined with having your actions thrown back at you, is how you justify the sudden heat creeping up your neck.

“Whatever. Bring your wallet!”

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Missed Chance

Book: Perfect Match Pairing: M!Hayden Young x F!MC (Natasha) Rating: T Word count: 1032 Reading time: ~4min Summary: The saying "when one door closes, another window opens" will never be as meaninful to Hayden as it is tonight. Based on the prompts: @haydenyoungappreciationweek​: wedding / Walking After You

Author's note: - This wasn't the fic I planned to write. That one went to the "whenever my muse cooperates" folder. But for some reason, my best Hayden fics are the ones I write in one sitting and I think this is one of them; - This story happens right after the events of Because Of Him. But if you didn't read it, you won't find any issues reading this one, - Natasha Park is a creation of this author. The other characters are owned by Pixelberry Studios.

Hayden's mouth goes dry as he picks up his phone from Sloane's hand and goes to a quiet corner. He planned every single thing about Natasha's birthday dinner: the decoration, the menu, her birthday cake, the right spot, his speech... But when Dipper swallowed the slice of cake along the engagement ring, he was certain he had missed his chance. Until now.

"Babe? Are you there?" Natasha's voice calls him back to reality.

"Yeah, I am..."

"Were you really going to propose tonight?"

"I was."

"In front of everyone?"

"No."

As she sighs in relief, he nods in understanding. Natasha may be an extrovert, but he knows she wouldn't be comfortable with a proposal made in front of everyone. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel pressured to say yes.

"So when were you planning on doing it?"

"As soon as you returned to our table outside."

"The balcony!" She blurts. "That's why you suggested we had cake there!"

He smiles softly. "Yeah... When you left to freshen up, I got distracted while talking to Mrs Park about the ring. Before we knew it, Dipper had finished your slice of cake and started mine."

"Aw..." She chuckles. "So Sloane knew. My mom knows. Jalila and dad obviously know it too. Mom would never keep it to herself."

"Jalila said that too."

Both of them chuckle in response.

"Anyone else?"

"Nadia and Steve."

"Wow... You really would've proposed by now if Dipper didn't eat the cake."

"I would..."

He shoves his free hand into his pocket. He did miss his shot. Some other night, maybe... If he didn't feel like crawling into a hole somewhere and never leaving there.

"So, are you staying there all night?"

"I think so."

"Why? Dipper is resting. And so should you."

His hand rubs the back of his neck.

"I know you feel like you have to stay with Dipper, but what else are you going to do there except tiring yourself out? She's okay. And she will need you well-rested tomorrow."

"But what if something happens?"

"They'll call us and we'll be there."

"Nat..."

"Come home, babe. We'll pick her up in the morning."

Though his hesitation to go back home has nothing to do with Dipper, Natasha has a point. It wouldn't make sense for him or Sloane to stay at the vet all night.

"Alright... I'll call Sloane and get us a Lyft."

"Okay. See you soon?"

"Sure... See you soon."

Patting himself to find the keys, Hayden walks toward his apartment and fights back a yawn. His eyes scan the front door. All lights are off. Most likely, Natasha already went to bed.

Hayden let out a sigh. It was a tiring night and she did stay at home cleaning up and rearranging everything by herself after he rushed to the veterinary hospital. Maybe it's for the best. He wouldn't know how to face her now that she knows his intentions, but didn't give him any clue if she wanted the same.

Once he finally gets the keys and opens the door, his eyes widen. Candles light up a path of white and pink petals towards the balcony. He follows the path and stops in his tracks. Sitting on the same spot he meticulously arranged hours earlier to make the proposal, Natasha beams as one of his favorite songs plays in the background.

"Just so you know, I'm wearing my nicest lingerie and I look freaking hot under this blanket. But this chilly wind isn't helping."

Hayden laughs. "What are you still doing out here, babe? I thought you were asleep."

"I couldn't sleep."

"Why not?"

"I heard you have an important question to ask me tonight."

His heart races in his chest and his mouth goes dry again. He was so caught up in the idea of surprising her with a proposal that he failed to see he never missed his chance.

"I don't know if you're coming up with another plan to surprise me, but I don't want to wait until then."

As their eyes meet, Hayden breaks into a smile. Has he ever felt this nervous and happy before?

"Why are you still standing there, silly? Come here!" She whines, feigning impatience.

Chuckling, he saunters over and kneels before her.

"Oh! You are doing it now."

"You said you couldn't wait..." He offers his hand for her to take and grins as she places it on his.

Her hand feels cool, but a bit sweaty to the touch. She is as nervous as he is. But the joy in her eyes gives him the strength to keep going.

"I've rehearsed this so many times in the mirror, in my head... But as I kneel here before you, I don't know how to begin. You leave me breathless, Nat. There's always something about you that astounds me, something that makes me smile..."

Her grin widens as her eyes begin to well up.

"I know I was created to your perfect match. And as I began to change, you asked me if I’d still love you. Here's your answer: I do. I don't think anyone who built me knew that I'd fall in love with you over and over again. But after all these years, I still love you. And I have no doubts I wouldn't be who I am today if I wasn't yours."  

Hayden reaches for the Tiffany cut diamond ring in his coat pocket and shows it to her.

"Natasha Lamya Park, will you marry me?"

Tears stream down her face as she beams. "Yes."

With that, Hayden places the ring on her finger and they stood up together. He brushes her tears away with his thumb and presses his lips to hers. Though kissing her became something like a daily activity his days couldn't begin or end without, this kiss feels different. There's more than passion to it. With it, comes hope and a certainty that she'll be with him for good.

As they pull apart, he holds his fiancee close, as she wraps the blanket around them.

"You weren't joking about looking hot under the blanket. That's a very sheer nightgown, babe," he teases as his eyes glance down at her breasts nearly popping out of the purple lace and silk gown.

"I can't say I feel hot though. My butt is freezing!"

The couple doubled over.

"How about we go back inside and begin our celebration in the bedroom?"

"Yes, thank you."

Still holding on to each other, Hayden and Natasha walk back inside and head toward the master bedroom.

[appetite4savage]

Jealous (Joe Elliott)

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request from anon: ‘80s joe meets a tour photographer that has already developed a liking for Steve

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Joe’s POV

Today we’re meeting the crew for the upcoming Hysteria tour. Some of them have worked with us in the past, but others are brand new.

Our team asked us to meet at a brick building by the studio where we mix some of our songs. I don’t know why, but I’m nervous about meeting the new employees.

Immediately upon walking in someone catches my eye. It’s a new girl, sitting beside Steve and chatting with him. They’re smiling and laughing, maybe they know each other?

I walk over and hold out my hand to her.

“Hi, I’m Joe.” I shake her hand.

“Anna, I’m the new tour photographer.” She shakes my hand and returns to her conversation with Steve. I raise an eyebrow at him. He shrugs.

“So you’re into music theory too?” She asked him.

“Yeah, I was classically trained with guitar so I can look at a note and know when not to play it because it’s musically incorrect.” He explains.

I mentally scoff. We get it, Steve. You’re a musical genius.

“I think that’s what makes you and Phil work together so well.” She giggles.

“You know, Steve isn’t the only one with musical talents. I can play a mean piano.” I interject.

She barely pays attention to me, still facing Steve.

“That’s good, Joe.”

What is it about him that’s got her gawking?

I roll my eyes and move to the couch with Phil and Sav.

“What is it, Joe? Why is your knee moving like a freight train?” Sav whispers.

“The new girl is into Steve.”

Sav snorts. “Jealous that she’s not into you?”

I smack him on the shoulder.

“Look at her, mate. Do you blame me?”

She’s beautiful. Her brown hair frames her face perfectly and her green eyes sparkle every time she smiles. She catches me staring at her and I glance away quickly.

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Hours pass by and I can’t focus on anyone but Anna. Anna. Her name just flows off the tongue so well, doesn’t it?

A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“Joe?”

It’s her. She’s actually speaking to me?

“Hey, where did Steve go?” I ask, taking a sip of my drink to avoid eye contact.

“He had to go.”

“Oh.”

“I have to get out of this room. There’s so many people. Do you want to go get some fresh air with me?”

Suddenly I feel like I could run a marathon. Surely I’m imagining this.

Answer her, dumbass.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” I nod and get up, following her out the door.

-

“You like Mott the Hoople?” She asks.

“Yes, they’re only my favorite band.” I laugh.

“That’s amazing! I rarely ever meet someone who likes them too.”

We have been sitting on this park bench for what feels like hours. I’ve learned that she’s essentially the female version of me. Everything she says about herself throws me for a loop. She’s full of surprises I guess.

“You’re a lot different than I expected you to be.” She says abruptly.

“Oh?”

“I expected a egomaniac lead singer.”

“I’m afraid I’m just like everyone else. You’re not what I expected either. I thought you liked Steve.”

“He’s great, but so are you.”

I scoot closer to her on the bench and put my hand on her knee.

She gets up and smiles at me. What?

“I have to go, but here’s my number.” She pulls a notepad out of her purse and scribbles her number on it. She kissed me on the cheek and walks away, leaving me flabbergasted.

That’s not what I expected to happen, but it’s good enough for me. Take that, Steve.

[briamichellewrites]

27

How the hell was Bria awake before him? She had too much energy to sleep in. What time did she get up? She got up around seven. Mike did the math in his head. That was around five hours of sleep, probably less. Wasn’t she tired? No, she felt like running a marathon! Mania. Meow. Cookies pawed at the closed door. You said you would open it, human! He sighed, walked over to his office, and opened the door. Was that better? Yes, it was.

There wasn’t anything she wanted in there anyway. She sniffed around before coming back out. Okay, human. She just wanted to know what was behind the door. Curiosity killed the cat. That was why she had nine lives. He moved the awards up high, so the cats couldn’t knock them down and break them. Bria was talking to one of them. He heard meowing.

It was probably Cookies. She was the most vocal. Just like a toddler. Speaking of, his parents were coming over to drop off Otis in an hour. He texted them to let them know he was awake. Otis was taking a nap, so they didn’t want to wake him up. They would be over after he woke up. He had no problem with that. It was better to let him sleep than risk having a crabby child. When he was at school, they took a nap after lunch to give them enough energy for the rest of the day.

Bon Jovi was complaining about the amount of food in her bowl. It was half full. She was going to starve to death! Bria tried reasoning with her, but she was not having it! She didn’t need more food because she already had some in her bowl. Bon Jovi looked at it. It wasn’t enough. He had to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“Bria, you’re arguing with a cat”, he said.

She sighed in frustration, then bent over and shook the bowl to evenly distribute the food. Magically it was filled up! Bon Jovi thanked her happily. Was that better? Yes, much better! He shook his head. The cats were always doing something. They made the house entertaining. Since he was awake, she was going over to his studio to work. He nodded before going to check on Misty.

She was laying on the floor with Cookies crawling over her. He bent down and petted her before grabbing Cookies gently. She looked around as she wondered why she was suddenly moving. He placed her on the floor before giving her a toy to play with, so she would leave his dog alone. She became distracted by the toy. Misty was thankful that he had stopped her from climbing on her. After sitting down, he played with both of them.

After a while, he went to check on Bria. She was in a good mood. He was worried she was not doing well since she chose to be alone and not with the cats. No, she had so much pent-up energy, she had to do something to keep herself busy. He understood. Otis was on his way over. He would make sure he played gently with the cats.

“I scheduled another tattoo appointment for tomorrow. I’m so excited!”

“What are you going to get?”

“I’m thinking about getting a paw print with Bon Jovi and Cookies’ names underneath. It will be on my upper arm, so I can add to it if or when I get more animals. Phoenix thought it was a great idea.”

“When did you talk to him? Yesterday?”

Yeah, he was somewhere talking to someone at the Grammys after-party. It was her body. She could do whatever she wanted with it. He did agree that getting her cats’ names would be a great tattoo! They were like her children. He wanted to listen to what she was working on later. Maybe after Otis went to bed. With that, they heard the voice of his mother. He excused himself.

Otis was happy to be back with his daddy, even though he had so much fun with his grandparents! They took him to the park to play and then to a family-friendly restaurant. After taking a bath and getting ready for bed, he got to watch a movie until he fell asleep. Playing at the park helped him burn off a lot of energy. Otis told his daddy that there was a dog at the park! Did he play with the dog? He nodded, though Donna clarified he pet the dog. Yeah!

He did fall because he was running too fast and he tripped on his feet. Otis pointed to his knee, which had a bandage on it. They cleaned it. She just wanted to let him know about it. He thanked her and they said goodbye to her. Mike wasn’t too worried about his injury. It was just part of being a child, though he would check on it to make sure it didn’t get infected.

He didn’t seem to be in pain. They went into the living room, where Bon Jovi said hello to him by rubbing herself against his leg. He sat down and pet her. Bria came out after ten minutes and said hello to him. He remembered her! She was his daddy’s friend! That was right. He was so smart! Mike laughed. How was her energy level? It was going down to a normal level. She wasn’t as restless. That was good. She sat down and joined them.

The next afternoon, she came home and showed off her new tattoo. She got exactly what she described. It looked awesome! Chester gave his professional opinion since he was a qualified expert on tattoos. Okay, not really. The artist had done a great job. He gave it a ten out of ten rating. Mike laughed. He had zero interest in getting a tattoo.

Her tattoo was wrapped in a plastic bandage to keep it clean and prevent infection. She was told to keep it on for twenty-four hours. It could be used in the shower and wouldn’t come off. Since she had a tattoo before, she had a better idea of what to expect. How was the pain? It wasn’t that bad. She remembered how much it hurt the first time, so she expected it to hurt that much. He asked about how bad the pain was. It was like someone scratching his sunburn.

Ouch! He could not tolerate that, especially over and over! She, Chester, and Phoenix were a lot braver than he could ever be! He had his ears pierced. That was enough for him. He could see her getting more tattoos. She wanted to get a half sleeve or a three-quarter sleeve, but not for a very long time because she needed to build up her pain tolerance.

“Maybe Chester and I will get a matching tattoo sometime. That would be cool.”

“You’ll have to talk to him about that. I have no opinion”, he said with a smile.

Speaking of Chester, he had just come over to hang out as usual. He had slept in until noon and then he did some errands before coming over. His mood was upbeat like he consumed two cups of coffee. He confirmed he had one cup of coffee with lunch. The rest of his energy was from a good amount of sleep. Mike laughed, as they went into the living room and sat down.

It was another perfect lazy day. After saying hello, Otis went over and sat in front of him with his toys. For the rest of the afternoon, they played together until it was time for dinner. Bria got up and went to the kitchen because it was her turn to cook. The animals got up and followed her into the kitchen. It was time for dinner! The cats started meowing, while Misty waited patiently for her food. She called Mike in to help her. The three of them got up and went into the kitchen.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

[itsallyscorner]

I was wondering if you can write something about reader x marvel cast where they go on the tour bus with James Corden. Maybe reader is dating a costar (you can choose who)

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We Are Avengers

Pairing: Marvel cast x reader, Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Summary: Basically what happens during James Corden’s Star Star Tour😌

Warnings: None :)

Hello darling, thank you for the request! I apologize that it took so long for me to write, but I’ve been busy with school and I’ve been lacking motivation in general. But thank you so much for this request, it gave me the chance to rewatch one of my favorite Marvel cast videos so thank you for that as well, it never fails to make me smile. I hope you don’t mind that I chose Seb as the co-star you’re dating! Also, yes, I know I’ve been writing a lot of headcanons but writing this as a headcanon seems like the best way to write it for me😭 I’m gonna add in some pictures that the cast took with their disposable cameras, so enjoy😉

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When it was mentioned that you and some other members of the Infinity War cast were going to be on James Corden, you were very excited.

You enjoyed making appearances on late night talk shows; Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel—they were always fun to be on. Though you’ve always loved making appearances on James Corden’s show.

When you first heard about being on The Late Late Show, you were expecting to do a typical interview in the studio that would lead to playing a game later on in the show.

What you didn’t expect was to be led out to the parking lot with the rest of the cast, only to be greeted by a double decker bus with James’ face plastered alongside it.

At first you were all a bit confused but one of the producers came up to you all and explained the segment you were all filming.

Everyone was buzzing with exhilaration waiting to get on the bus. One by one you were called up, you being paired with Sebastian.

Wait, he would make you go up the stairs first so he can stay behind you, making sure you don’t fall. Omg and he would place his hand on your lower back too😭🥺

“Wow—Marvel’s own power couple, it’s such an honor to have you both on here. Thank you for coming!” James greeted the both of you. Partially acting because the cameras were rolling.

You and Sebastian beamed at him, proud of the title the fans and your cast mates have given you both over the years. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, James.”

James gives you both your name tags, pausing mid way while he was handing Seb his. James’ gaze shifts between you and Seb, “I’m sorry, you’re just both so beautiful.”

Seb bashfully thanks him, pulling you towards the seats, as you giggle behind him.

You and Seb sit towards the back, behind Don and Tom.

You all sit tight, talking amongst yourselves as you wait for the bus to start. In the seats were disposable cameras and some Late Late Show merch.

The bus hasn’t started driving yet, but you were all having too much fun with the disposable cameras.

Everyone was just taking pictures of each other. You and Seb took a couple selfies and some stolen shots of the others, mostly Anthony.

You even got a cute shot of Don and Tom:

Yes I know they used disposable cameras but I decided to tie in my ‘Polaroid’ series into this even though they’re not using Polaroids—just go with it😭

Being the more social one in the relationship, you were going up and down the aisle talking to everyone.

Seb stayed towards the back with Anthony and Winston. While you were at the front talking to Lizzie and Chris.

Being sad when you were all told to go sit down because you had to leave Lizzie.

Though it probably wasn’t shown in the video, I just KNOW that the filming for this segment was chaotic as fuck.

Chaotic in a good way.

But the whole bus was loud I just know it.

You could hear Mackie across from you talking loudly and laughing that contagious laugh of his.

You, Lizzie, Pom, and Zoe attempting to talk to each other from different spots on the bus over everyone else’s voice.

Chris and Paul can also be heard laughing all the way from the back.

James feeling like a parent because it felt like he was babysitting a bunch of toddlers.

The whole thing was freaking chaotic from the start, I mean ya’ll started the ‘tour’ with Benedict and Chris rubbing sunscreen on James’ legs.

Everyone passing around the sunscreen after, because it was sunny as hell and no one thought of wearing sunscreen.

Seb being a cheeky asshole and ‘accidentally’ smearing sunscreen across your face.

“Sebastian!” You gasped before a flash of light went off on you. When your eyes recovered from the flash you see Seb holding up a camera at you, snickering to himself.

James began to act as your guide, pointing out things like a coffee shop and explaining what it is.

All of you being childish and pretending to not know what a coffee shop or what a line is.

Laughing at Don when he got out of his seat and took a picture of the coffee shop. Like how he got into an over exaggerated position just to take a picture was funny.

Everyone being childish and acting as actual tourist in Los Angeles. Like pointing things out and asking about them or taking pictures of literally everything you drove by.

When Reggie Watts began that sing along thing everyone joined in, bopping and dancing along to the beat.

Like you guys are just having a really great time, happy to be in each other’s presence.

You could hear Sebby singing along to Reggie beside you, and you couldn’t help but just adore him singing and having fun.

He’d notice your stare, he may have had sunglasses on, but you could see the crinkle of his eyes from behind his sunglasses as he smiled at you.

“Na, na, na, na, na, na!” Seb repeated, leaning towards you to press a kiss on your temple.

Throughout the whole ride, he’d have his arm along the back of your seat or have it across your lap.

After the sing along, James went back to acting as a tour guide. He pointed to a red building—whatever it was—and deemed it as “Barbra Streisand’s holiday home”.

Josh Brolin, who was sat along at the back of the deck, raised his hand. “Excuse me! I—uh don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to use the bathroom. Can I use the bathroom?”

James pretending to cringe and telling him that in order to use the bathroom you have to be in three or more Marvel movies to use the bathroom—end credits don’t count.

Everyone being childish once again and yelling “OHHHHHHH!” Like a bunch of school kids.

James points to Tom, “Tom Hiddleston do you need the bathroom?”

Tom, with his soft voice and a small shrug says, “I’m actually okay!”

James then points to you and Seb, “My lovebirds at the back, Sebastian, (Y/n), do either of you need the bathroom?”

You and Seb glance at each other, “Nah we’re good.” Your boyfriend answers.

“Yeah, I used the bathroom before we came here.” You look behind your shoulder at Josh, a smug expression on your face, “Unlike some people.”

Josh flipping you off while everyone laughs at him.

Since Anthony and Seb aren’t sitting together, I just know that Anthony would be yelling at Seb from across the bus to get his attention.

No seriously, I saw them in the background of the video and even heard Mackie yelling lmao😭😂

“(Y/n) call Sebastian!” Anthony yelled at you from across the bus, pointing to the man beside you with a grin on his face.

You chuckle and nudge Seb, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”

Seb would shake his head at you and turn his attention to Anthony; who just wanted to take a picture of Seb from his side of the bus.

James trying to get spoilers out of all of you but thankfully you all aren’t Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo.

“Does anyone on this bus die in the next Avengers?” James asked. Suddenly you were all quiet, not a word coming out of any of you.

Until Paul began to scream his infamous line, “snITCHES END UP IN DITCHES!”

Getting confused when James suddenly asked the bus to stop and ran off the bus.

Next thing you know, you’re all hopping off the bus and walking into a comic store with a Spider-Man statue at the front.

Seb motioned to the statue and looked back and Anthony, “We gotta get a picture with that.”

Anthony instantly agreeing—he was willing to do anything to tease Tom Holland.

Seb’s not that huge with PDA, but he always needs to be touching you. So he’ll be interlocking your hands with his the moment you walk off the bus and all the way into the comic store.

Feeling thrilled to surprise the people who were shopping at the store.

You all walked around, mingled with some fans, taking selfies with them, and signed a few things.

You were looking at some Funko Pops with Lizzie when you felt a small tap on your leg.

You looked down to see a small girl looking up at you with wide eyes full of admiration. In her tiny hands was a Funko Pop of your character.

You and Lizzie instantly coo at the toddler, crouching down to her level so you can talk.

“Hey, sweetheart!” You greet her, taken back when she suddenly wraps her arms around you into a hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around her small figure and hugging her back.

“I love you so much!” She squeals into your ear, arms tightening around you. Your heart swelled as she excitedly babbled about how much she loved your character and how you were her favorite.

“I love you too! Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!” You decide to carry the toddler, who you later learned was named Lila. Her parents scolded her for distracting you from the other fans in the store, but you brushed them off, your attention focused on your tiny fan.

You carried her around while you met other fans and signed more comic books and merch.

You even introduced her to your other cast mates.

Sebastian’s heart absolutely melting at the sight of you with a baby.

Homie wants to wife you up one day and seeing you with a baby made his baby fever sky rocket.

“Lila, this is Sebastian! You know who he plays right?” You ask the toddler in your arms. Sebastian ducking a bit so he could hear her over the commotion in the store.

“Yeah, he’s the wiener soldier!” She replied. Both you and Seb had to hold back your laughs at her answer.

Lila bragging about how she loves you more than Sebastian.

Seb having to agree because he doesn’t wanna make a toddler cry.

Before you all left, you took pictures with Lila and her parents and signed a bunch of her merch.

^ the boys got their picture.

You guys get back on the bus only to come back to rolls of paper under your seats.

You all sang the “Avengers” song, singing screaming the lyrics dramatically.

Don and Anthony bringing on the vocals.

Before you guys get off the bus you all take a selfie together.

Leaving Chris Hemsworth on the bus and walking off the bus with your heart all warm and fuzzy because you had an amazing time with your boyfriend and your friends :)

This is so long holy shit

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[taetaespeaches]

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to steal your girlfriend.”

yoongi x reader (oc) (feat. oc friend- it’s peaches) genre: fluff word count: 2.9K

a/n: Hi lovelies! As many of you know, kid and peaches have a big fat crush on each other but how did these two girlies meet? Well, I finally wrote it!! Here’s how reader/kid and peaches meet, and yoongi is adorably annoyed and fond throughout. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :)) 

“Peachy Keen, I’m not trying to be rude, but don’t you have places to be?” Yoongi asked over his shoulder, directing a glare at the nuisance girl sitting on his studio couch. For once, she actually wasn’t being obnoxious. But Yoongi had to leave and he didn’t really want the girl to know where he was off to.

“No,” she said simply, shooting him a smirk. Letting out a sigh, Yoongi turned back to face his computer monitor.

Checking his phone, he tapped his foot quickly, trying to figure out how to get the girl out of his studio before him. Three minutes. Three minutes until you were supposed to meet him outside.

The girl watched Yoongi as he sat at his desk, his hands hovering over the keyboard but not making any moves to tap any of the keys. He actually hadn’t touched a key or clicked on the mouse in several minutes, all of his movement instead coming from the anxious gesture of his shaking foot. “Are you even working anymore?” The girl suddenly asked him, sitting up straight on the couch as she cocked her head at him.

Yoongi chose to ignore her, pretending to click on a few things to make it seem as though, yes, he was still working, and he was very immersed in it.

“Yoongles,” she called out through an obvious smile. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Hmm,” she hummed in doubt. “The way you're tapping your foot suggests otherwise.”

“Are you here with Taehyungie or something? I didn’t think he was here tonight,” Yoongi asked, spinning his chair to face the girl.

“Actually, I’m here waiting for Jungkook to get done. Tae blew me off tonight for his other friends,” she playfully rolled her eyes. Gasping to play along, Yoongi held back a smile. “I know, can you believe he has other friends? Damn that Park Woo Shik.”

“So why aren’t you hanging with Jungkook as he records?” Yoongi questioned. “Why am I the one who has to suffer through your company?”

“Because you’re my favorite and you love me,” she shot him an overly sweet grin. “And because Namjoon kicked me out. Something about how I distract Kookie or whatever,” she waved her hands as if dismissing the accusation. “Anyways, lucky you.”

Letting out an amused huff, Yoongi nodded. “Yeah, well, you’re going to have to find some place else to hang out.” Cocking her head to the side in question, she looked at him questioningly. “I’m leaving in a minute.”

“It’s like,” she looked at her phone, finding the time. “Seven. At night. You never leave this early.”

When a message came through his phone, stealing his attention, the girl watched him carefully. There on the screen displayed your message letting your boyfriend know you were out front. Yoongi sighed. Fuck it, he thought. “I’m meeting my girlfriend outside. I have a date.” The comment was immediately met with a gasp, and he already regretted letting her in on this part of his life.

“The girlfriend?” She exclaimed. “She’s coming here?”

“Don’t,” he said. Neither of them were even sure what he was protesting other than a dramatic reaction from the girl. “And she’s not coming here, she’s here.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Why haven’t I met this girlfriend yet? I’m your best friend.” She wasn’t. In the vicinity, but best friend may have been a stretch.

“You’re not my best friend,” he said bluntly, though a smile was toying on both their lips.

“Close enough, you let me hang out in your studio.”

“Because you’re annoying and stubborn. I don’t invite you here,” he reminded her, the girl ignoring the comment.

“Do you invite her here?” The girl asked, her eyebrows raised in anticipation and glee. Yoongi was particular about his studio. Despite complaining about the girl’s presence in the space, it was actually a big deal he let her hang out in there, though he’d never admit that. Choosing to ignore her once again, he instead started packing up his stuff as he prepared to depart the studio for the night. “Yoongles,” she called for his attention, demanding an answer.

“Once,” he said simply. “She’s been here once so far.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi,” the girl cooed. “So far,” she emphasized his word choice. “This is like, massive.”

“Stop it,” he complained, a small pout on his lips as he stood and gestured for the girl to follow him.

“Are you in love?” She asked in a sweet voice, already on the verge of cooing.

“Ok, enough, let’s go. Get out of my studio.” Giggling at the way he held back a gummy grin as he started toward the door of his studio, she followed behind him.

“You know I’m just happy for you, right?” She asked, her tone more serious as they walked side by side down the hallway, making their way out of the building.

“I know,” he hummed. And then as though he just realized she was still next to him, he halted his steps which allowed the girl to get a few steps ahead of him before she looked back in confusion. “Why are you coming with me? Jungkook is back there,” he nodded down the hallway in the opposite direction.

“Yoongi,” she snorted. “You know I’m gonna go meet this girl.”

“Uh, no. No you’re not,” he stared at her.

“Ok, sure, I’m just going to head outside for some fresh air, your studio can be so stuffy,” she nodded to herself, making her way toward the exit doors. “And if a pretty girl who seems totally out of your league is out there, I may just introduce myself.”

“You’re such a nuisance,” he pouted, walking once again. “I really hate you right now.”

“No you don’t,” she smiled.

“Don’t introduce yourself as my best friend. Don’t lie to my girlfriend.”

“Please, I’m introducing myself as her future girlfriend. I’m single after all, Yoongles.”

“Hate you,” he muttered.

“Mhmm, I know,” she beamed just as they both stepped out the doors. Yoongi instantly spotted your car, immediately making a beeline to you. The speed at which he was walking took you by surprise. You didn’t know he could move that fast. Also, why is he walking that fast? Who’s that girl?

It took the girl a minute to realize Yoongi was leaving her behind as she looked around the street. As soon as she noticed him zooming toward you, she yelled out his name and chased after him.

“Is that her?” She called out, pointing at your car. Literally who in the fuck is this girl?

Stepping out of your car, you timidly waved in their direction.

“Kid, get back in the car,” Yoongi groaned. Your eyes bounced between your seemingly annoyed but somewhat amused boyfriend and the wide-eyed girl whose gaze was glued to you.

“Hi,” you greeted in confusion, nodding your head at her.

“Hi,” she shyly nodded back. Yoongi let out a semblance of a snort at her shy greeting but you weren’t concerned with him at the moment. You and the girl simply stared at each other, taking in each other’s appearance. She was cute. Really cute. And she had a certain charm about her, and maybe even a confidence that sat just below the shy demeanor she wore. The longer you looked at her, the more you appreciated her soft yet somehow still striking features. Wow. She’s stunning. How did Yoongi know this girl? Should you be jealous right now?

“Uh,” Yoongi looked between you both, making you and the girl break your focus on each other and turn it to him instead. “Kid, this is Peachy Keen,” he told you, just before telling you her real name. “She’s Tae’s best friend.”

Oh! Ohhhh. “Peachy Keen,” you said in realization. “So your best friend, too,” you teased him, a small smile curving on the girl’s lips as she smacked his shoulder.

“See, I am your best friend,” she smirked.

“No,” Yoongi bluntly remarked. You could tell they were close with the way she laughed in amusement rather than taking the comment to heart. “This is my girlfriend,” he then told the girl, telling her your name.

“The girlfriend,” she whispered.

“The?” You questioned, the girl’s wide eyes bouncing to you. And just like that, the cheeky confidence was replaced with timidness once again.

“Uh, yeah, he uh mentions you quite a bit. Just in small subtle ways. It’s really cute, he’s smitten,” she smiled fondly.

“Oh he does, does he?” You beamed, looking at Yoongi who evaded your gaze by looking off into the distant sky. He played with his teeth using his tongue as he held back a smile. “He’s actually mentioned you a bit too,” you informed the girl. “Usually in a ‘she’s such a nuisance,’ way but I can tell he’s fond.”

“Aww, thanks, bestie,” she directed at him, giggling when he rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, you met,” he told the girl. “Go away now.”

“Ok, ok,” she smiled. “Have fun on your date,” she said suggestively, making you chuckle as you watched Yoongi tentatively step forward, not yet leaving the girl behind. As though he was waiting for a comment from her. Perhaps her thoughts. “It was nice to meet you,” she told you politely, and you damn near cooed at the formality of it.

“Yeah, you too,” you smiled sincerely. “I’ll see you again, I’m sure.”

“That would be great,” she smiled. As you opened your car door, you averted your gaze from the two people standing on the opposite side of the vehicle, giving them a moment to speak to each other in private. However, you could still hear the mumbled comment from the girl.

“She’s so pretty,” she whisper-shouted to him.

“I know,” he agreed, as though she wasn’t telling him anything he didn’t already know.

“Like, really pretty. She’s so cute, oh my god,” she gushed, a small smile curving on your lips in response to the outpouring of sweet compliments. “I love her.”

Yoongi gave her a skeptical look, studying her face. “Back off.”

“I’m just saying,” she held up her hands in feigned innocence.

When the song playing from your phone changed from a quiet slow indie track to a more vibrant fun song, the girl looked at the car in surprise. “I love that song,” she told you, focusing on the music that poured out onto the street.

Looking into the car, you listened carefully to hear that it was Prince and the Revolution’s Raspberry Beret. “Oh? You do?”

“It’s one of my favorites,” she smiled shyly. “Taehyung always tells me it sounds like me,” she giggled. “I don’t know why I just told you that.”

“I’m glad you did,” you smiled fondly. Did you mention she was cute? Because yeah. She’s cute. “From this day on, I will be associating this song with you, Peachy Keen.”

“Are you flirting with her?” Yoongi suddenly cut in, looking at you in shock.

Smiling, you rolled your eyes playfully, though you didn’t deny the accusation. Were you flirting? Maybe. “Yoongi, we both like Prince and Raspberry Beret,” you pointed out to him. “That’s like, twin flame shit.”

“Everyone likes Prince,” he rebutted.

“Whatever, that’s not the point. The point is, I think we just became best friends,” you told him, your eyes finding the girl once again to find her smiling in amusement.

“No you didn’t,” Yoongi interjected.

“Aw, Yoongles, are you afraid of losing me as your bestie to your girlfriend?” She teased him, your smile widening at the comment.

“Not exactly,” he mumbled.

The girl tossed her head back in laughter, looking youthful and adorable. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to steal your girlfriend.”

“You’re not?” You playfully pouted, making the girl give you a bashful smile through an embarrassed giggle as she ducked her head.

“That’s enough,” Yoongi sighed, nodding to the car. “Let’s go.”

“Fine, grumpy,” you pouted. “It really was nice to meet you, bestie,” you directed to the girl. You couldn’t help but appreciate the way she smiled shyly at you.

“You too,” she agreed sweetly. Nodding to your boyfriend, you silently told him to stay with the girl for a moment to say goodbye just before you ducked into the car and shut the door. You watched the interaction, wondering what they were saying, knowing it was about you.

Yoongi stared at the girl standing on the platform outside his work’s building, awaiting her commentary on the meeting while you sat in the car. “Well,” the girl started with a smile. “She’s really great,” she told Yoongi.

“Yeah. She is,” he said softly, a glimpse of a grin apparent on his lips.

“You two seem smitten,” she pouted. “Makes me feel very single.”

“Didn’t you just go on a date last night?” He chuckled.

“Yeah. I did,” she smiled. “Doesn’t mean I’m not single, though. I don’t have that.” Yoongi watched her carefully for a moment, searching for the meaning hidden between the words you were saying. “Have fun tonight, Yoongles.”

“Yeah, you too,” he said quietly, still studying her features. “You know you do kind of have that.” When she pulled her eyebrows together in question, Yoongi sighed. “With Tae.”

“Oh. Yeah, but that’s different,” she negated, waving it off with a gesture of her hand.

“Is it?” Yoongi asked, raising his eyebrows skeptically.

“Yes,” she held back a smile. “Take care of her. Or I will steal her.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, stepping away from her. “Go interrupt Namjoon and Jungkook. They need a break.”

“Will do!” She called out, heading back toward the building to do just that.

You watched as Yoongi closed the rest of the space to your car, dragging his feet slightly. He wore a shy smile as he looked down at the concrete. Ok fine, he’s cute too. He got in the car quietly, without a word, strapping his seat belt before straightening in his seat and looking forward, all while you watched him with a massive beam.

“That was,” he trailed off.

“Good. It was really good,” you finished for him. “She’s sweet,” you pouted.

“You just think that because she has a crush on you,” he teased, turning to look at you.

“Hey, the feeling is mutual, just to make that clear,” you messed with him.

“Hey,” he warned with a smile. “No, but she is sweet. She’s annoying and a nuisance but she’s a good person. And she loves you already,” he chuckled. “She has good taste.”

“You’re cute,” you told him softly. “So she just hangs out in your studio sometimes?”

“Yeah, occasionally. She was just waiting for Jungkook tonight,” Yoongi told you nonchalantly. “She invites herself though,” he told you, his tone a bit more urgent. “You’re still the only one I’ve ever actually invited there.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” you giggled.

“I know. But I’m just making that clear,” he flashed his gummy grin.

“I’m flattered,” you told him. “Hi, by the way. I missed you.”

Leaning over the console, he waited for you to close the rest of the gap, pressing your lips softly to his. “I missed you too,” he assured you in a whisper against your mouth.

Humming at his confession, you smiled just before kissing him once more. “I won’t actually leave you for her.”

Chuckling against your lips, he pulled away shaking his head. “You better not.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you pulled out onto the street. “Ready for dinner?”

“I’m starving,” he lightly chuckled, embarrassed by the way his stomach damn near growled at the word ‘dinner’. “Where are you taking me?”

Gasping at him, you shook your head. “Honey boy, it’s a surprise.” Groaning, he turned so his back was slightly directed to the car door, allowing him to face you a little better through the restraints of the seatbelt. Resting the back of his head against the window, he watched you as you drove. “What?”

“Peachy Keen is right,” he hummed. Glancing at him, you silently asked him to elaborate. “You’re so pretty.”

Lifting your eyebrows, you tried but failed to bite back your growing grin. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to Yoongi casually dropping compliments on you just because he wanted you to always know how he saw you. It wasn’t always easy for him to give such compliments, but he always managed for you. In an attempt to hide your flustered and bashful state, you asked, “She said that?”

“Oh shut up,” he remarked with a gummy smile, making you giggle.

“I’m kidding,” you teased him, your tone full of amusement. “But can I just get her number from you?”

“Stop.”

“Right, sorry, I’ll- you know what, I’ll check back later,” you teased. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his shoulders shaking slightly in silent laughter. Cute. “Thanks, by the way. For the compliment. You’re pretty too.”

“Stop,” he whined and you couldn’t help but pull your eyes off the road to look at him once again, refusing to miss out on seeing the pout.

“You better eat lots tonight, pretty boy.”

Meeting your term of endearment with a sigh, he then simply brushed it off, ignoring the way it heated his cheeks. “Only if you do.”

“Deal.”

[messers-moony]

So Perfect 2 | J.P

Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupin’s Library, and can’t believe what they’re going through. 

Preparing for a date seemed easy enough, except when it’s with a twenty-five-year-old man that already has a child. Granted, the twenty-five-year-old man was handsome, very handsome; maybe that’s what made this so hard. Every dress that she tried on didn’t seem to fit or didn’t seem to look right. 

Y/n was looking at her appearance in the mirror when a light knock was heard on her door, “Come in!”

Remus almost dropped the tea he was holding for her, “You look spiffing.”

“Spiffing?” Y/n crossed her arms with a stupid smile, “That’s all you could come up with?”

“Dashing, beautiful, gorgeous?” Remus shrugged, “I'm not good at this whole thing. ‘S why I’m into blokes, remember?”

Y/n hummed, reaching for the tea he was holding for her, “Thanks, Remmy.”

“No problem.” He replied, taking a seat on her twin bed, “So, are you excited?”

“Nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s already got a child, Rem!” Y/n said exasperated, “If this goes well, then he’ll expect me to be Harry’s stepmother, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Remus placed two hands on his shorter sister's shoulders, “You’re going to be fine. No one is more prepared for that than you are.”

“I’m regretting this.”

“If you don’t go on this date, then I’ll never call Sirius.” 

“That’s not fair!”

“It is.” Remus replied, “How about this-”

“Oh no, you only do this when you know you’ll win.” She murmured. 

Remus smirked, “If you go on this date and have fun, I’ll ask Sirius out. If you don’t go on this date at all, I’ll block his number.”

“But you and Sirius are perfect for each other.” Y/n whined, “And so are you and James.” Remus countered. 

Y/n pouted, and Remus smiled, “Now go have fun on this date. James is waiting outside.”

“Are you shitting me?!” 

Remus laughed, “Nope!”

Y/n scrambled to grab her things, and Remus watched amusedly, “You’re the worst, Rem!” She yelled as she began to leave the bookstore. 

“Love you too, sis!”

The door closed behind her, and she was releasing breaths of air. James turned to see her out of breath and a flush on her cheeks. It made him smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking too. Y/n’s hair was styled, and her dress looked dashing on her. James offered her his hand, and Y/n took it with a gentle smile. 

“Sorry for making you wait.” Y/n apologized, “Rem was no help.”

James chuckled, “It’s fine.”

James opened the car door for her, and she got in. Instantly she felt out of place. Y/n hadn’t been in a car since high school and ever since then had taken public transportation or walked. She and Remus didn’t have money for a vehicle, so they made do with what they had. The seats were black leather, and the car didn’t have a spec of dirt on it. 

He got into the driver's side of the car smoothly and took notice of Y/n’s awestruck expression, “I take it you like my car?”

“I’m sorry.” Her expression turned sheepish, “It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a car.”

James quirked an eyebrow, “Remus and I walk or ride buses to get by.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be with you for your first experience back.” They both laughed. 

It was so easy with James. Conversation flowed like water, and the air was light like clouds. His hand went from the shift to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/n’s face flushed, and James smiled genuinely. James couldn’t remember a time when a girl made his heart race and butterflies fill his stomach like this before. 

When they arrived, Y/n was starstruck. It was fancier than she thought. Her heart pounded, and insecurity filled her body. James made his way to her side of the car and opening the door for her again. He helped her out of the car and felt her hand tremble just the slightest bit. 

“You look beautiful.” James assured, “No need to be worried.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, “Hey,” James turned her face to his, “If I thought you were underdressed, I would’ve told you. You’re gorgeous, and I think you’ll be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her another one of those beautiful smiles before walking up to the hostess, “Name?”

“Should be under Potter.”

The hostess smiled, “Right this way.”

James motioned for Y/n to go first, so she followed the hostess to the table. Y/n sat down, and James sat across from her as the woman set down two menus. Maybe it was a force of habit, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes travel to everything around her. 

He smiled, slightly amused by her way of checking everything around her. It wasn’t the fanciest place that he could’ve taken her - there was much better - but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. It wasn’t pitying that drew him toward her, though. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again. 

The place was made of what appeared to be a dark wooden material. The lights were a dim yellow, and the tables were polished beautifully. The booths were comfy and with red cushioning. The atmosphere was cooling and dry. 

Y/n had opened her menu and began to survey it, “Pick whatever you want.” 

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “I really don’t mind-“

“This is a date.” James reminded as he held her hands from across the table, “Let me treat you so well that you a second date.”

Y/n blushed, “You’ve already done that.” 

“I have?”

“Shut up.”

James chuckled, kissing her knuckles, “Whatever you want, love.”

Half of the food on the menu Y/n hadn’t even heard of. Granted, she and Remus never really ate out much as kids. Usually, their mother - Hope - would cook them dinner as their father - Lyall - got home from work. Dinner was generally around seven-thirty or eight o’clock. 

The dinner went by gracefully, with lots of banter and getting to know each other. It wasn’t until the end of the date where James had paid despite Y/n’s efforts, and they got into the car where he had asked the dreadful question. They both sat in the parking spot when James had turned to her. 

“How do you feel about children?” James asked and quickly added, “I know that you’re good with them because of the reading on Saturdays but, I mean, about having children?”

Y/n wrung her hands, “I never really thought about it.”

“Why?”

“I have two jobs and a sick brother to take care of.”

Y/n replied, “Kids don’t really fit in. I’d also have to have a significant other to have children. Which I don’t have.”

James nodded, “Okay, but if you were to have a significant other.”

“I mean, I’d like to.” Y/n shrugged, “My life is just hectic right now. Bringing a child into this life wouldn’t be fair.”

Okay, so this isn’t going anywhere, James thought; I need to be blunt, “How would you feel about being Harry’s stepmother?”

She swallowed, “James….”

“I know that’s a hard thing to answer right now. Especially with us just getting started.” James added, “But if you aren’t interested, then this isn’t worth starting.”

“No, I know and understand.” Y/n said, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, “I’m sure it’s hard to find someone, you know, already having a kid and all.”

James nodded. 

“I’d love to be Harry’s stepmother.” Y/n replied as James’ face lit up, “But I still have the bookstore, the bar, and Remus to take care of as well. It’ll be stressful.” 

“I’m not asking you to be a stay-at-home mother.” James chuckled, “I’m just asking that at the end of the day, you come home to us.”

“And hopefully,” James smiled sheepishly, “Sirius can knock Remus off your list.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hopefully. Remus is a handful.”

“He seems nice.” 

She snorted, “Until you officially meet him.”

“Well then,” James smiled, taking her hand in his as he began moving the car, “Looks like we’ll be having double dates.”

Y/n squeezed his hand as he began to drive. The car drove effortlessly over the unpaved roads. Light music played in the background. The sky was a beautiful blue littered with sparkling white specks. The moon was crescent and barely a sliver. James had gotten to a stoplight when he spoke up again. 

“My house or yours?”

“Whichever.” 

James smiled and turned the wheel to the left, “Okay.”

It didn’t take long to realize that they were going to his house. His neighborhood was much different than hers. Granted, she lived on top of a bookshop, but it was still different. James lived in the suburbs. The houses were breathtaking, and the streets looked clean. Asphalt roads were freshly paved, and sidewalks looked new. The homes were family-sized, but they looked ginormous compared to her and Remus’ studio apartment only suited for one. 

James pulled into the driveway, and Y/n was flabbergasted. It was a two-story house, mostly white concrete, and the accents were a dark brown color. The grass was freshly cut, and the vegetation was trimmed. The backyard appeared to have a pool and a patio area, but Y/n could barely tell over the solid fence. 

His keys jingled as he placed the key into the slot and the door opened with ease. Gently, he motioned her to go first. The floors were dark oak wood, seemingly similar to the dark paint on the accents of the house. Everything was so clean, exactly like the car, not a spec of dust laid on the surfaces. 

A movie was playing on the television in the room on the right. The kitchen was on the left, and the sitting table was in the room beside it. James shut the door behind him, locking it. He took off his coat and shoes, placing them at the front door. He smiled. 

“I take it you like the house?”

“It’s beautiful.”

James smiled, walking to the kitchen, and Y/n took off her shoes before following him. He sighed when he opened the fridge, and Y/n had taken a seat at the barstool in front of the island. James picked up an empty bottle of wine that was still residing in the fridge. 

“You keep empty bottles of wine in the fridge?” Y/n questioned as James rubbed his face with his hands. 

“No. Bad habit of Sirius’.”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “He lives here?”

“He acts as he does.” James muttered as he recycled the empty bottle, “But no, Sirius lives a couple of doors down. But I feel like he should be paying rent here.”

Y/n laughed, “Regardless, I’ve known him since elementary school, so he’s like my brother. Harry calls him uncle and everything.”

“That’s adorable.” Y/n said, “Do you have any actual siblings?”

“Nope. Jus’ me.” He answered, motioning to himself, “Sirius has a younger brother named Regulus.”

“His parents obsessed with constellations or something?”

“Supposedly.”

“Where is Harry now?” 

“With Sirius.” James replied, taking out a full bottle of wine, “Told him I might get him tonight or might not.”

Y/n took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile, “Mind if I ask why the tv was left on?”

“My cat.”

“Cat?”

“Technically, not mine.” James explained, “It’s my ex-fiancées, but she left him here, so he’s mine now.”

“And your cat likes the tv?”

James nodded, “What's his name?”

“Moony.”

“Moony?”

“Yeah. Harry named him actually.”

Y/n smiled. They continued to talk, and the night kept going on by. It was well past midnight when James drove her back home to her shared apartment. The car ride was silent, primarily with music playing lightly in the background once again. He walked her to the door of the bookstore before bidding her goodnight. 

Gently James pressed his lips to her forehead, “Goodnight, get some sleep.”

“You too…” Y/n muttered, blushing as she walked into the bookstore. 

She hadn’t even made it up the steps when Remus began talking, “Had a good night, I presume?”

“You’re a dick, ya know?”

He smirked and closed his book with a thud, “Runs in the family.”

Y/n gasped playfully, “You ass!”

Remus chuckled as they both walked up the steps, “Seriously though, good night?”

“Yeah, really good night.”

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

All My Firsts Were With You (K.SM)

Warnings : suggestive, swearing

Word Count : 2487

Synopsis : they grew up together, practically attached at the hip. they were each other’s first kiss, first time, first love, and if it was up to seungmin, she would be his last as well.

“I think the only thing I’ll miss is you.” She smiled at her best friend, holding back the tears that wanted to fall so desperately.

           “Don’t be so cheesy.” He replied, lightly poking her shoulder. She let out a laugh that almost made Seungmin’s heart stop beating. He studied her upturned smile and sparkling eyes, wondering why he suddenly felt warm.

           “I should board now. Don’t want to miss my flight. I’ll call you later!” She hugged him quickly, and in the next moment she was gone. And that’s when he realized; he’s in love with his best friend.

           She was standing in front of him, the same smile she always had adorning her face, the same face he fell in love with. He had to pinch himself to check if it was a dream, having her right in front of him, close enough to touch. “I missed you.” He was silent, studying just how much she’s changed in the three years she was gone. Her hair was longer, and she seemed to have lost a bit of weight, but she was still the girl he loved.

           “Seungmin!” Jisung called, throwing his arm across Seungmin’s shoulders. “Who’s this?” He smiled at the beautiful girl in front of them, holding out his hand for her to shake.

           “Y/N.” She smiled, sliding her hand into his.

           “Jisung. How do you two know each other?” Jisung looked between the two of them, wondering exactly how Seungmin, the same guy who never looked at a girl, knew this absolute goddess.

           “We grew up together.” Seungmin said before she could say anything. “Nothing special. Let’s go before we’re late.” He shrugged Jisung’s arm off his shoulders and took off in the opposite direction of her, leaving her standing there absolutely bewildered. She thought they’d always be best friends, but it seems like Seungmin had other plans.

           “How did you nail that choreography that quickly?” Felix exclaimed; his eyes widened in amazement at the new girls talent. “I’ve been practicing that routine for weeks now.” He added, walking over to her with a water bottle for her to drink from.

           “It’s not that hard when you break it down. Here, let me help you.” She handed the bottle back to him after taking a sip before immediately jumping into the routine, taking it slower to help Felix.

           “I did it!” Felix yelled in excitement, catching the attention of other students using the same studio. The two spent the last hour working out the kinks of the routine before Felix finally nailed it. “Oh shit, I gotta go meet my friends for lunch.” He said as he looked at his phone. “Why don’t you come with? Unless you already have lunch plans.” He smiled his infectious smile at her, and she couldn’t help but agree, grabbing her things and following him out of the room.

           “Hey Y/N!” Jisung beamed as he saw her walk up to the table he was sitting at, Felix looking between them wondering how they already knew each other. “I’m guessing you’re a dance major.” She smiled as she took the seat across from him, Felix sitting next to her.

           “Yeah. Dance has always been my passion.”

           “Listen, I’m sorry about Seungmin earlier. He’s not good around girls.” She giggled, telling Jisung it was okay.

           “I disappeared for three years, I can’t just expect to come back and everything is normal.”

           “I swear Professor Park has it out for me.” Seungmin cut off their conversation, slamming his lunch on the table, collapsing in the seat beside Jisung. “I studied my ass off and I only got a 92.” She smiled to herself while listening to her old friend rant, happy to know that some things do stay the same. “Y/N, what are you doing here?” He asked when he finally met her eyes. His voice was cold, so different than the way he used to talk to her. It was as if they didn’t spend everyday together, experiencing all their firsts with each other, and it broke her heart more than she’d like to admit.

           “What’s wrong?” Seungmin asked her, cupping her face, and wiping her tears away. “Who made you cry?” His heart broke more and more with each tear that fell down her cheeks.

           “The girls in my class. They keep making fun of me for being 16 and not having my first kiss. It’s so dumb, but their words really hurt.”

           “Hey, look at me.” With his hands still on her cheeks, he angled her face to meet his eyes. “It’s not dumb it if hurt you.” He gave her a soft smile, wiping away another tear. “If it makes you feel better, I also haven’t had my first kiss.” He chuckled when her eyes widened in surprise. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”

           She sat there, studying her best friend’s handsome face, coming to a conclusion she was too afraid to say out loud. She knew why she hadn’t had her first kiss, and it’s not because guys didn’t like her like the girls assumed. It’s because of all the guys who confessed to her, none of them were Kim Seungmin. “Would you be my first kiss, Minnie?” She pouted, looking up at him.

           “You want me to be your first kiss?” She wanted him to be her first everything, and if she was lucky enough, her last as well.

           “Only if you want. I’d be your first kiss as well, so if you wanted to save it for-“ She was cut off by his soft lips pressed to hers. The shock quickly wore off and she kissed him back, taking in the feeling best she could, not knowing if she’d ever feel it again.

           “First kiss completed.” He whispered, his forehead pressed against hers, his hand still on the back of her head. And in that moment, he not only became her first kiss, but her first love.

           “So you and Seungmin grew up together?” Felix asked her the next day. They agreed to meet up at a café just off campus and walk to class together. “What was he like as a kid?”

           “Pretty much the same way he is now, but he was nicer.” She giggled. “He’s always been worried about his grades. If it’s not 100% then what’s the point.” She quoted words he told her many times throughout high school. She remembered sitting with him while he studied, amazed at just how smart and organized he was.

           “Was he always this cute?” Felix chuckled. She quickly pulled out her phone, showing Felix pictures of the two of them she had saved; some of the pictures taken from a photo album, whereas some she transferred from her old phone.

           “He’s always been handsome, yes.” She answered, heat rising to her cheeks when she realized what she had said. Three years was not nearly long enough to get over him.

           “Are you sure about this?” Seungmin asked as he hovered over her. Both of them were breathing heavy from the heated make out session they just shared, that slowly led them to the bed they were on now.

           “You’re the only one I trust enough.” She answered. Her arms were lazily wrapped around his neck, and she looked up at him with stars in her eyes. Seungmin could get lost in the galaxy she held in her eyes, and if he’s honest, he has many times.

           “It’s my first time too, so we’ll figure this out together.” He smiled before pressing his lips to hers again, melting into the kiss while he reached under her shirt.

           The next morning, she woke up wrapped in Seungmin’s arms, a feeling she could get used to. She smiled at his sleeping figure, tracing over his face with her finger, studying each part in detail. She wasn’t sure if she’d get to see him this close again, so she was going to take in as much as she could. “You’re tickling me.” Seungmin mumbled with his eyes still closed.

           “If you’re awake, we should get breakfast.” She laughed, trying to move from his arms, but his grip only tightened, bringing her closer to him.

           “Ten more minutes. Just give me ten more minutes like this.” The feelings he thought he got over in high school were slowly returning, and he just wanted to hold her close a little longer. Mornings didn’t seem so bad when he woke up next to her. He hoped for many more just like this.

           But it was at that breakfast that she told him she was leaving. And within that moment, she was his first time, and his first heartbreak.

           She started spending more time with Felix, meeting him at the café every morning before class, and joining him for lunch, where Seungmin would ignore her existence as if she wasn’t there at all. She knew that the friendship she once shared with Seungmin was completely gone, and she knew it was her fault. If only she didn’t leave, then maybe Seungmin would still be hers.

           “Hey, Y/N, right?” She turned to face the stranger asking for her and was met with a handsome man from her dance class, the same one she shared with Felix. He brushed his long, black hair out of his eyes before introducing himself as Hyunjin. “I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me today? I really want to get to know you better.”

           “Oh, uh.” Before she could say anything, Felix was jumping in.

           “That’s perfect! I was just going to tell you I couldn’t do lunch today!” He winked at her. “Take good care of her, Hyunjin.” And with that, he left the room, leaving Hyunjin standing there awkwardly.

           “Looks like my lunch is clear,” She giggled. “Let’s go then.” Hyunjin picked up her bag from the ground before she could, and the two headed for a diner on campus.

           After getting passed the cliché questions, both of them started to open up more, and the conversation flowed better. She found herself enjoying his company, laughing at the stories he told her, and watching as he laughed at the ones she shared. “You and Seungmin seemed to have quite the adventures with each other.” He chuckled, taking a sip of the drink he ordered. “You talk about him a lot.”

           She blushed at the realization that every story she told Hyunjin included Seungmin. “Sorry.” She giggled, tucking hair behind her ear. “It’s just, we spent every day together growing up so all my stories include him.” Hyunjin smiled, shaking his head, and telling her it was okay.

           He walked her to her next class when they were finished eating. “I enjoyed getting to know you. Hopefully we can do this again.” He told her before she could walk into her class.

           “I’d like that, Hyunjin.” She smiled up at him. There was no doubt that Hyunjin was an attractive man, every girl at the school seemed to fawn over him, and maybe if her heart hadn’t been stolen years before, she would too. But unfortunately for her, her heart only beats for Kim Seungmin, even if he hated her. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She just wished she could move on.

*

         “Where’s Y/N?” Jisung asked when Felix approached their table alone. A wide smile took over his face as he told Jisung about Hyunjin asking her out. “No way!”

           “She was going to say no, so I told her I couldn’t do lunch with her today.” Felix shrugged. “Her and Hyunjin would make such a cute couple.”

           “Talented too! They’d be the talk of the school.” Felix agreed as Seungmin sat down, asking what they were talking about. “Hyunjin and Y/N.” Seungmin couldn’t help but scoff.

           “As if that would happen.” He chuckled before realizing that she was missing from the table. Though he ignored her when she was around, he had gotten used to having her around again. And honestly, he couldn’t explain why he ignored her. He knew it wouldn’t help rid the feelings he’s had for her for years. They spent three years apart, and he was still just as in love with her.

           “It could. Hyunjin asked her out after class today.” Seungmin froze, his appetite completely gone. “You okay, Seungmin?” Felix asked as Seungmin threw his food back down, packing up his lunch and leaving. “You don’t think Y/N is the first love he told us about, do you?”

           “If she is, why is he so cold towards her?” The two boys sat there, staring in the direction Seungmin walked in, coming to the same conclusion in their minds; Kim Seungmin was an idiot in love with his childhood best friend.

*

         “Minnie, what are you doing here?” She asked when she opened the door, surprised to see Seungmin standing there. His hair was messy, like he couldn’t stop running his fingers through it, a habit he has when he’s anxious.

           “Please tell me you’re not dating him.” Before she could say anything, he was speaking again. “Please just tell me you aren’t dating Hyunjin.” A scoff came from her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

           “What does that have to do with you?” She asked, annoyed that her best friend has been ignoring her for months, but now he’s standing on her doorstep, begging her not to date someone else. Not that she could with how in love with him she was, but he didn’t have to know that.

           “Because I don’t want you to be with someone that isn’t me.” She could see him blink back tears. She could see how distressed he truly was over the idea of losing her to someone else. “I don’t have a right to say this, but I couldn’t hold back anymore! I have no excuses for how I’ve treated you these last couple months, but I’m in love with you.” The tears could no longer be stopped and flowed down his cheeks as he continued to speak. “I’ve had all my firsts with you; my first kiss, my first time, my first love, and even my first heartbreak! It’s all been you! And I want to continue having all my firsts with you. I want to have my lasts with you. I want you to be my only because I’m only ever going to want you!”

           She stepped forward, cupping his face with her hands, wiping away his tears with her thumbs before calmly speaking. “I’m not dating Hyunjin.” Relief flooded over Seungmin knowing he hasn’t lost her. “It’s always been you, Minnie. You stole my heart years ago, and no one else has had a chance since.” He wasted no time in crashing his lips to hers, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her as close to him as he could. This time, he wasn’t going to let her go.

[actualbird]

Oh god!

I really love the poly headcanons they are so sweet.... (or don't but that's part of it and i think the tot boys+MC deserve all the love the world has to give).

But, liking it or not, our 4 beloved boys are kinda complicated (that's what makes them perfect). Plus I never thought about how people get in poly relationships. So i was thinking, how do you think they all get into a polyrelationship together?

(I really have no idea of how that would happen)

hi, two anons!! im glad you guys liked my nxx team polycule stuff!! i'll answer these in one go, my "headcanon" (in quotes because i think this kinda turned into a character analysis/minific of sorts HAHA) being what first anon asked, How They Get Together.

heads up, wc of this is 1.9k words long so buckle up for a bit of a read jfsjdfkjbf

because first anon, youre right!!! the boys are stupendously complicated which i love so so much but canon has also shown us clearly that each of the boys' quirks and habits and tendencies causes a lot of (mostly played for laughs) friction. the bickering, the backhanded insults, the "im the best one here" preening contests. theyre all SOOOO RIDICULOUS and it is hilarious but yep! the boys r complex!! and that means this beautiful ship, imo, has a lot of phases to get to the actual romantic relationship bit.

how they get together, in my opinion, starts because of mc.

not in the sense that she matchmakes them all, but like.

phase 1 of the nxx team polycule is this:

through being in love with her (which we all know the boys 100% are), each of the boys come to terms with their own flaws and weaknesses. it's very apparent to me in all the story thus far that these boys are flawed as hell, it's very compelling but even more compelling to me is how all of them also do intense mental gymnastics to Not Confront Those Flaws. like, marius is a dickbag always teasing and toeing the line of insincerity, vyn is a controlling mf who always tries to sway situations to his benefit, artem is so repressed to the point that he has genuine trouble with emotions, luke is a self sacrificial bastard and also a huge hypocrite about how no, actually, hes the only one that should be hiding his pain and being dishonest, no dishonesty from other people!! in the beginning of the story, all the boys have their flaws and seem to have just kinda...not addressed how those flaws are harming them and the people around them.

and then mc rolls around and they all fall in love with her. and she sees those flaws and she doesnt let them slide. she challenges the boys in her own ways to see another side of the situation, to acknowledge what theyre doing. she doesnt want to get rid of flaws, thats impossible and also not cool. she just has this beautiful hope for like, all of humanity, that goodness can prevail with the right work. so when she sees her beloved nxx boys, she believes that for them as well.

which leads to phase 2 of the nxx team polycule:

the boys, more aware of themselves, become more aware of each other.

they werent Unaware of the others of course. it's just that they didnt like...truly connect on a personal level just yet. they saw the other teammembers with their emotional armor and flaws and saw a wall that wasnt worth looking past.

but after mc makes them realize that hey, flaws arent the end of the world actually, it's alright and the person behind them may just be worth it, the boys like. end up understanding the others. A LOT OF THIS BIT IS UNINTENTIONAL, ON THEIR PARTS KJDSBFS. like they stumble into understanding each other by accident, they didnt plan it, but over the course of nxx investigations, it's inevitable that they end up seeing the depths of the others. i delve into this a little bit in my fanfic "filler eps of the lost gold" where the boys are just going thru their actions and then trip over another boy's fears or desires and through that, gain a deeper understanding mutually.

and with understanding, sometimes, comes trust.

phase 3 of the nxx team polycule goes like this:

everybody in this team, whether they like it or not, whether they know it or not, has a heart that wants to give love so desperately.

marius lives in a world full of snakes so he cant have his heart on his sleeve for his own protection. vyn wants to be seen as perfect and the heart is inherently messy so he holds it back. artem for a very very long time was focused on work and success and achievement that he neglected his heart. and luke has been giving love all his life in a sense but in a way thats hidden.

all these tendencies that are brought upon their life circumstances results in this: they want to love honestly but they havent been able to do this

until mc. and all of them want to push back whatever fears or patterns their life has instilled in them because they see her and see somebody so unwaveringly good that all their hearts begin giving love to her to make her happy and to make themselves happy as well.

but heres the thing. the boys dont just see mc. by this point, they have connected and understood and come to trust each other as well, and the consequence of that is that They Can See Each Other Now Too, Truly.

and heres the thing. all of the boys are unwaveringly good as well.

one by one, each of the boys realize that what they feel for the other boys in the team starts to...change. yeah theyre all friends, they pick on each other a lot of the time, but the bedrock of the relationship is solid and strong now. but when marius is with luke, marius sees a light inside of luke so bright that he seems unaware that he gives off. when artem is with vyn, artem sees a goodness inside of vyn that hesitates to make itself obvious and known because vyn is scared of getting hurt thanks to it. all of them see the other and their goodness and, unbidden, their hearts want to give love to each other as well.

and because theyre all a bit stupid in their own way theyre like, huh, weird! wonder why this feeling is so familiar! and yet i cant seem to name it...and then they all independently compare these feeling with the feelings they have for mc, a feeling they do know the name of, and theyre like.

WAIT.

THESE FEELINGS ARE...VERY BASICALLY EXACTLY WHAT I FEEL FOR MC.

which only means one thing: theyve fallen in love with everybody else

marius: //goes to his studio to Think and sees that a bunch of his recent art actually had little crumbs of these feelings already, etched into the brushstrokes and scenes. has an emotional crisis about it

vyn: //records a 1 hour long entry in his audio diary to examine and gain control of his feelings but by the end of the hour all he knows is that he wants to hold these people and be held by them

artem: //quite literally just bluescreens, artem.exe has stopped working, sits at his study and slowly, slowly, thunks his head down onto his desk, valiantly trying to ignore the fast pulse of his heart

luke: //manically vents about it to peanut who, by virtue of being a bird, doesnt get it. just keeps talking at peanut to get a grasp of it all and then lies down on the floor, overwhelmed

mc, sitting in her apartment watching some netflix: ...why do i inexplicably feel as if something very, very important has just happened?

phase 4 of the nxx team polycule is basically:

pining: extreme difficulty level

because pining is already hard when ur pining for one person. what more for an additional 3 more people. and those additional 3 more people are pining back.

and all these boys are SOOOO OBVIOUS with their romantic feelings, in their own special way. the way they show their affection to mc starts to bleed into their interactions with the others and everybody can CLEARLY SEE WHAT IS GOING ON, LOL, but also all the boys are too chickenshit to confront it, because if they confront it, what will even happen??? being in love with each other, all of them, thats going to be such a complicated fucking relationship, holy shit. it's 2030, yeah, being a polyamorous group relationship isnt completely unheard of, but sue them, theyre scared.

but mc (who i forgot to mention already knows of the boys' romantic feelings for her, shes just hasnt made a move yet on any of them because SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THEM AS WELL and shes been trying to figure out how the hell to make that work, she cant bear to choose just one of them, she'd be heartbroken over leaving the rest of them behind) sees that the nxx investigation team is now all pining for each other FULLY and she kinda wants to laugh when she realizes whats going on because like, what are the chances? that this would happen? that they all found each other and their feelings fell into just the right place for nobody to be left behind?

theyre all scared, she can tell. and she is as well, she wont lie.

but shes always had a belief that goodness can prevail with the right work.

and love is one of the greatest goods out there.

phase 5 of the nxx team polycule:

It's Time For Communication, Baby!!!!!

the exact scenes of how this happens is a bit vague to me. it could go two ways: mc going to each of the boys independently to talk about feelings, hers about everybodys and his about everybodys as well. OR they have a fucking meeting about it all together and artem literally schedules it in his google calendar, or something.

either way, they like, actually talk about this. starts casual, maybe over a chill date, maybe over dinner at a nice restaurant, maybe over a walk in the park as the sun is starting to set. but where ever it happens, the end result is the same: a heart is laid out bare and it is taken in gentle, grateful hands.

marius: OKAY, NOW THAT THE FEELINGS ARE OUT OF THE WAY, CAN I PLEASE KISS ONE OR ALL OF YOU, PLEASE, IVE BEEN WANTING TO KISS U GUYS FOR FOREVER

vyn, laughing fondly: has anybody ever told you patience is a virtue? we quite literally just talked it all out.

marius: //needy whining noises

artem, embarrassed: ive...never kissed anybody before

luke, embarrassed but trying to play it Cool: ....same here

mc: kissing is great, you two will love it!

marius: awesome, awesome, so is ANYBODY going to give me a go ahead or WHAT????

phase 6 of the nxx team polycule:

i dont want to say it's happily ever after, once they all get together. thats not really realistic.

they all have their quirks and tendencies and habits. and those will inevitable clash against each other. theyll have their arguments, theyll get upset, theyll sulk and be angry, sometimes. but also...

theyll see each other smile and feel like their love shining so brightly. theyll reach out for another's hand and be held in such a way that makes them think that their heart is in a safe place. theyll love each other and theyll put in the work to continue loving each other. because goodness will prevail.

and they all see each other as the most good people in the world.

so whatever happens, theyll get through it together.

[a-singleboat]

His Shirt

Word Count: 1533

A/N: I literally have no excuse, but I’m back!

Request: Can I request something where the reader and Shayne have been seeing each other for a little while and she unknowingly wears one of his shirts to work and the whole day goes by like normal but towards the end of it, someone like Noah or something ends up questioning it like “how has no one noticed this, or mentioned it all freaking day?!” And Shayne gets shy about it but the reader just laughs it off and it’s all cute and fluffy af💕💕- Anon

Over quarantine, you’d seen very little of any of your friends and coworkers. Working from home was tough, especially since you and your partner had just made the decision to move in with each other a week before the entire country had been submerged into a lockdown that stretched over a few months. The days blended together and eventually dragged on, which made you excited to return to work if anything. 

The morning of your official return, you woke up extremely early, not having been able to sleep the night before due to pure excitement. You wanted to get back to filming, to doing all the things you did before going into quarantine, you missed the hustle and bustle of set life. 

You were dressed before Shayne was, throwing on a button up from your shared closet as well as a pair of dark-wash jeans that only felt a little tight at the waist. You weren’t concerned, seeing as you were never really on the skinny side of fitness, you figured it was just early morning bloating that would go away as the day went on.

“Are you driving or am I?” you asked, bouncing on the balls of the feet as you waited for Shayne to pull on a thin jacket. It wasn’t fully winter yet but it also wasn’t cold enough to constitute a full coat. You had a thinner track jacket on as well, the zipper zipped only part of the way up in your hurry. 

Shayne paused by you to pull up the zipper the rest of the way before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Calm down,” he advised, pulling his mask on over the bottom half of his face. “We still have to grab breakfast before heading to the offices, Courtney asked if we could stop by that bagel place by us she likes.”

“Is it even open?” you asked, patting down your pockets to make sure you had everything. Once you were sure you had your phone, keys, and wallet, you then realized that you had completely forgotten your purse inside. You whirled around to head back inside when Shayne handed you the black bag, a knowing smirk on his face. 

“They’re open for pickups only,” he told you, pulling your keys from your pocket, “and I’ll drive, I don’t feel like getting pulled over by the cops today.”

“I’m not that bad at driving,” you tried to defend yourself, hurrying after him as he walked off to the parking lot. “I just take the speed limit signs as suggestions but that doesn’t mean I’m bad at it.”

He didn’t respond, instead holding the passenger seat door open for you. His action was answer enough. You slid into the passenger seat and buckled in as he shut the door tight, running around to the other side and sliding into the driver’s seat. 

“What are we going to tell them when you roll up driving my car, huh?” you questioned. “Our friends know we moved into the same apartment because it was cheaper as roommates, not because we started dating. If you roll up driving my car they’ll have questions.”

“It’ll be fine,” he tried to parlay your worries. “Besides, if you’re that concerned about it I can just say you had a headache or didn’t feel like driving after we got to the bagel shop. Not the end of the world.”

You sank back into your seat, coming to terms with the fact that Shayne was not going to let you drive. He pulled out of the parking lot as One Direction played softly in the background, the aux cord trailing from its socket to the connector on your phone as you dictated what you listened to on the way to the bagel shop. 

Shayne got out of the car when you got there, heading in to pick up the order you had called ahead for on the way there. He was back before Temporary Fix ended, handing the bagels over to you as you switched over to Alec Benjamin for the rest of the ride in. 

You ate your bagel on the way in, putting the vegetable spread evenly over the toasted bread and eating it as Water Fountain played. You held out a bit of your bagel, silently asking if Shayne wanted any. He took the bite, smiling when he realized you accidentally got cream cheese on his cheek. You reached out with a napkin and wiped it off before finishing the rest of your bagel. 

You arrived at the offices shortly after, unplugging your phone from the aux and exiting the vehicle. Luckily, no one was outside to see the two of you enter the building. You would say you were walking a little too closely for it to be considered friendly, especially during a pandemic, but everyone knew that the two of you were close friends anyways. Walking close together wouldn’t give anything away. 

“What do you have to film today?” you made small talk in the elevator, getting to your working mindset. You knew what you had to do, film a gaming video with Ian, Noah, and Courtney, as well as take a look and collaborate with the writers on a new skit idea for when production went back to being fully up and running. It would be a short day for you, which wasn’t ideal but at least you got some camera time.

Shayne looked up from his phone. “I’ve got the meeting with the crew and then some gaming videos, I think. We’re also planning for the Christmas video soon, so I’ll probably be with Wardrobe for most of the day.”

You hummed as the elevator doors opened, Shayne tucking his phone away and then sending you a wink. You felt your face burn hot as you scrunched up your nose. You reached up to fix your mask as you waited for the elevator to go up to the main office floor, heading straight for your desk where a pack of Lysol wipes and a temperature gun were waiting. 

Proactive, you thought, using the wipes to clean off the surface of your desk before finally setting your things down. You took your jacket off, draping over the back of your chair before sitting. You had about thirty minutes before your call time so you checked your email and went over a few of the new safety regulations that were put in place for filming.

The most notable were the fifteen-minute COVID tests you would have to take before and after each section of filming, meaning you couldn’t enter or exit the filming area without a negative test. Honestly, that was a good thing if any. At least the company cared in that way. 

Filming took up the rest of your day and when you finally finished with your writer’s meeting, it was six pm. Not as early as a day as you would have hoped but you’ve definitely stayed in the studio for longer so you weren’t going to complain. 

You were sitting at your desk as you waited for Shayne to finish up his meeting, casually chatting with Noah to pass the time. You were sharing one of your quarantine stories when Shayne walked in, heading straight for your desk with his things already collected. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, adjusting her jacket. “Also, what do you want for dinner tonight because I was thinking we could have lasagna but if we want lasagna we have to stop by the market on the way.”

You laughed, pulling your jacket on. “I could go for lasagna.”

Noah looked between the two of you, slowly connecting the dots. He pointed at you, a grin on his face as realization crossed his features. “That’s Shayne’s shirt.”

You looked down, realizing that, yeah, you were wearing Shayne’s shirt. You looked over at Shayne who’s cheeks were as red as a tomato. He started stammering, offering reasons as to why you were wearing his shirt. 

You just shrugged, quickly thinking for a way out. “The laundry must have gotten mixed up. Not the first time I’d accidentally worn his shirts.” 

 Noah gave you a look that read that he didn’t quite believe you. But he let it go, taking note of Shayne’s red cheeks and your flustered looks. He smirked, patting your shoulder as he got up. 

“I’ll believe you for now,” he said, leaving the two of you to stew in your minor embarrassment. 

“How long until everyone knows?” you asked Shayne who looked only mildly mortified that Noah was the first to find out. “We weren’t even keeping it a secret either… I’m proud of us anyhow.”

“I guess that means we don’t have to worry about who sees us now,” he said, looking on the bright side. “And yeah, keeping it a secret any longer would have been kinda dumb, wouldn’t it have been.”

You headed to the elevators, linking your arm through Shayne’s. 

“Not excited for the fans to find out, though.”

Shayne looked at you and then looked back at the opening elevator doors. “We don’t have to tell them. It can be Smosh’s little secret.”

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