#lowkey inspired by boy parts. i finished the book the other day and i was like fuck it denji as a spicy pics model

[mncxbe]

#SMILE FOR THE CAMERA

𝑫𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: in which reader is an erotica photographer who goes at the same uni as Denji// spicy pics, power imbalance, biting/ marking, nsfw, denji with a collar. 𝒂/𝒏: i'm experimenting a bit with different ideas and concepts

when you scouted Denji on campus a few days ago you didn't actually expect him to show up for the shoot. but there he was, awkwardly standing at your doorstep with his hands in his pockets, forcing that silly smile of his.

"hey so... i'm here for the pictures. dunno if you remember me. i'm Denji"

stepping aside, you let the blond enter your apartment. he looked around with curious eyes, taking in his surroundings: your place was neat, modern, nothing too expensive but certainly impressive for a college student. "yea, i remember you" you smiled, motioning him to take a seat on the leather couch"make yourself comfortable. i'll bring you a coffee and the consent form and walk you through the process."

Denji nodded, his gaze lingering on your frame as you made your way to the kitchen. you needn't even see him to know that he was shamelessly trying to look under your skirt. the coffee machine buzzed as you started it and you looked back at the blond.

he was staring at his shoes, mindlessly tapping his foot on your fluffy carpet and picking at his nails. cute... you thought, mentally praising yourself for scouting him.

Denji was one of those pretty guys who weren't even aware of how charming they were. with his dumb smile and scruffy hair he looked just like a puppy– and that was exactly what you needed for your photographs.

once you returned with his coffee you started explaining all the details: what the shoot entailed and when he'd receive the payment, you told him that you'd also use props (he didn't comment on that) and that the pictures would be sold to private buyers so there was no risk of them ending up online. Denji simply nodded, occasionally sipping his coffee as his eyes scanned the consent form. you were fairly sure he didn't even read half of it before signing his name in the corner.

"good, that's all, right? i'm ready to start when you are." he beamed and you walked him to your makeshift studio. it was a large room with boxes and racks filled with clothes and props- masks, leashes, cuffs, ropes– all that you needed for your shoots. Denji's face flushed at the sight and he looked at you over his shoulder. "are we gonna use all that?"

it took all your self restraint not to roll your eyes at him. did he really not pay attention to what you just told him? "no, Denji, we won't use everything. i'll figure out during the shoot what works and what doesn't, but let's take it easy. take off your shirt for now."

the blond hastly discarded his washed up t-shirt on the floor and crosses his arms over his chest. You were stunned to see how toned his body was, but it was a pleasant surprise. setting up your camera, you took a few experimental shoots, adjusting the lights.

Denji's excitement and confidence wavered when you started photographing him. he had no idea how to sit or stand or what to do with his hands and seeing you in front of him certainly didn't help his situation. to ease up the tension, he forced a smile, trying to make conversation.

"can I ask you something? i was wondering what made you choose me? i mean, i'm not the most handsome guy around."

there it was, the question you hated answering most. all guys that you work with were under the impression that there was something special about them. in a way, there was, but you never told them the truth, just like you wouldn't admit it to Denji. after all, how could you tell him that you didn't choose him for his looks, but for his attitude? he was the ideal model: compliant, a bit shy and obviously attracted to you. half hoping that you'd sleep with him after the shoot or at least let him take you out on a date, he was eager to please, to earn your praise, to give himself up on a silver platter for a pat on the head. and you could tell all that just by the way he looked at you with that imploring expression.

"i really like your hair" you said instead "and don't worry about your appearance, making you look good is my job. i work with average and make it spectacular."

your answer seemed to satisfy his curiosity for he smiled, looking down at his body "ah I see. it's good then"

from then you officially started the shoot.

as expected, Denji did everything you asked him to. he did a good job hiding his nervousness, swallowing the lump in his throat whenever you stepped closer to him or put him in different positions. the photos weren't that explicit, he'd expected way worse, so little by little, you eased him into the shoot. his tense muscles relaxed and the pictures got better. that was the key to a good shoot, making them feel comfortable enough to give you what you wanted.

"okay... these are great. you're doing a good job, Denji" you hummed and the blond's cheeks flushed red at your praise. "i wanna try something different now. get on your knees"

Denji kneeled, his gaze following you as you scrambled through a box of props. he tried not to stare at your thighs but hell, they looked so pretty in those fishnets and that tight skirt you wore hugged your curves so perfectly. he could feel his pants tighten at the sight but he quickly regained his composure when you turned to face him. you closed the distance between you two, crouching in front of him. "i want you to put this on" you smiled softly, handing him a black collar.

a trace of uncertainty flashed on his features but he eagerly complied, unbuckling the collar and wrapping it around his neck. you could feel his rapid pulse when you helped him fasten the collar, his ragged breaths hot against your cheek. "is it comfortable?"

"yea, super okay." he deadpanned, his voice a bit shaky. you attached the leash to the metal ring of the collar and wrapped it around your left palm, giving it an experimental tug. Denji huffed, a hushed mewl spilling from his lips.

"s-shit sorry for that..." he fumbled, blushing even more but before he could finish his apology you lifted your foot off the floor and placed it on his shoulder, shifting closer to him. your heel dug painfully into his skin but he couldn't care less about it. his breath grew shaky as the inner part of your thigh brushed against his cheek. "what are you doing?"

"trying out some new angles. you look good like this." you answered in a level voice, though you couldn't deny that seeing Denji like this had an effect on you. he did little to hide how much he was enjoying himself: his eyes were glazed over, droopy, a dumb smile etched onto his lips. from where you were standing you could clearly make out the outline of the bulge in his pants.

"don't you think we're a bit too close? i mean, is this professional?" he mumbled between the clicks and blinks of your camera, asking such an innocent question as if he weren't about to cum in his pants. professionalism my ass you wanted to retort but you bit your tongue, knowing that he was simply trying to make conversation and calm his nerves.

"some of the buyers like it when there's a feminine presence in the pictures too. if it helps with anything, just think of me as a prop."

"I see..." he mused, moaning softly as you gave a leash another tug, making him look up at the lens. "what other stuff do they like?"

Denji rested his head on your thigh, peering up at you. his brown eyes looked so pretty in this light and you could feel your stomach churn. you shouldn't be attracted to him, it was one of your ground rules– keep your work and private life separate. still, maybe indulging him wouldn't be that bad... it was just a simple conversation.

"all kinds of stuff" you answered, adjusting your position so that his chin rested on your navel, his head tilted up at the camera. he looked just like a puppy. "everyone is into something different, some prefer close ups, others full body shorts with light props, most of them aren't that much into the extreme stuff like full on bondage..."

your voice drifted off for a moment but Denji's gaze never left yours "anyway, as a general rule, the photos that sell the best are the expressive ones"

"expressive how?" he asked meekly and you snapped a few more pictures before answering. "I guess people want to buy emotions. they don't buy a portrait just because the model is pretty, they want to be able to feel what you feel. that's why more intimate pictures sell so well"

you took a step back and Denji quickly grasped your thigh, pulling you closer. you wanted to slap his hand away but something prevented you from doing it. he seemed... contemplative? his gaze traced your body as he caressed your skin with his thumb, toying with the mesh fabric of your stockings "so I should show emotion?" he eventually asked, letting out a dry chuckle "and here I thought i had to act like a tough guy."

without a warning, Denji hooked your leg over his shoulder and looked back at you again. "think we can take more photos like this?"

"s-sure" you said hesitantly, not knowing what he had in mind. you yelped when the blond suddenly bit down on your thigh, his sharp teeth piercing through your stockings. his tongue flicked over the indent marks as he sucked on your skin, leaving red marks behind. when he looked back at you his once shy, calculated expression was gone, replaced by a lustful one. you quickly snapped a picture and checked to see how to turned out– it was the best so far and you instantly knew it'd make good money.

"shit, Denji. keep doing that" you urged him and he obeyed, returning to kissing and licking your skin. his hands gripped your thigh, kneading your soft flesh as his mouth worked its way up to the edge of your skirt then slipped under.

you knew you should put an end to this before it got too far but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Denji's hands came to rest on your hips as he pushed up your skirt and licked a stripe of your clothed cunt, his hungry eyes locked on yours. you almost dropped the camera at the feeling, your body shuddering lightly as your fingers tangled in his hair. "fuck–" you huffed and Denji moaned into your pussy, dragging his tongue along the fabric of your panties.

"is this alright?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper and you could feel yourself getting ten times wetter. "y-yea, it's good" you babbled out, struggling to keep yourself steady on your feet. he looked up at you wish a lovesick smile as he pulled down your panties and you placed the camera back on its tripod.

the shoot was the last thing on your mind as you grinded on his face, your face scrunching up in pleasure. you got all the photos you needed anyway, you put in some good, honest work. why not reward yourself a little? pushing back the nagging thoughts in your mind telling you not to break one of the few rules you set for yourself, you allowed Denji to work you up to your high.

the rest of the evening was like a fever dream. if someone were to tell you that's you'd end up fucking Denji by the end of the night you'd laugh in their face. still, you could hardly help yourself when he was so eager to please you. so you simply got carried away and crossed some personal boundaries, which resulted in one of the best nights of your life. but you felt a bit bad for him, he was a sweet guy who deserved more than a hookup.

that's probably why you agreed to give him your number and go on a date with him before he left and offered to send him some of the pictures from last night (something that you never did since you didn't want your work to end up in some weird corner of the internet). yea, it was surely just pity, cause there was no way that you actually caught feelings for Denji after that night... right?

[dehydratedpercy]

hey hey hey!! i'm about to finish my umpteenth reread of preserve or raze and i just wanted to shower you with love because you literally cannot imagine how much i adore your fic oh my gods

first off. the characters sir. the characters. i like every single one of them more than in canon and that's saying something because i loved them a lot in the first place

jason grace? absolute perfection. hazel levesque? frank is the most relatable character ever because i too am such a damn simp for her. frank himself? ultimate best boy. and percy? *fanboy sounds intensify* yeah that should be enough of an answer. i love him your honour. nico di angelo? adored him back then adore him now. also long hair in a bun!nico lives rent free in my head. and annabeth? she's one of the only characters i didn't like much in the original books anyway but such kudos to you for writing her denial arc about percy, it was so amazingly written and god. truly all i can offer is admiration

not to mention how much i long to take part in those cuddle parties and movie nights with the gang

also hell yeah lesbian piper and rachel. you were doing god's work fixing the former character's writing tbh

and the plot itself is SO GOOD. like. it's not a coincidence that it can fully hold my autistic ass's attention all the way through even though it's 277k words at this point. it's truly one of the best things i've read and that is saying something because i read A Lot

so. god. thank you so much for this masterpiece!! and please keep going!! this book means more to me than you can imagine

(but ofc, please only do so within your boundaries and while putting yourself first - just in case it wasn't obvious /gen)

i hope you're doing well and that the rest of your day is gonna be great <3

all the best, jay

Hi jay!! This is an old ask, but that is only because it delighted me so much that I wanted to keep it in my ask box for a while to appreciate it.

"first off. the characters sir. the characters. i like every single one of them more than in canon and that's saying something because i loved them a lot in the first place"

YES let's talk characters. Rick did a great job setting up the basics, okay? Okay. He did great. It has been my honor to just EXPAND upon the basics, which, also, were mostly 13 year olds who didn't cuss. But they were SO badass, they really deserved better-- like, idk, to be in their 20s, to have mature relationship drama/hookups, to be even more dramatic and less goody-two-shoes, and yes, of course, to swear up a storm. FRANK DESERVES TO SAY FUCK.

You know those first few chapters of Mark of Athena (told from Annabeth's POV) where she sees Jason acting all regal (and yet still kinda fucked up), she sees Percy acting all buddy buddy with Frank and Hazel (and it makes her feel nervous/worried), she interacts with Reyna (and there's this weird underlying tension)? And its generally just about... two cultures combining and problem solving together and a bunch of characters we love acting hesitant around each other because they don't know who's a threat and who's not? Well, PoR was VERY inspired by those chapters. I read those chapters and went "You know what would be nice? 250k words of this" and then thats what I spent the next three years writing.

"jason grace? absolute perfection. hazel levesque? frank is the most relatable character ever because i too am such a damn simp for her. frank himself? ultimate best boy. and percy? *fanboy sounds intensify* yeah that should be enough of an answer. i love him your honour. nico di angelo? adored him back then adore him now. also long hair in a bun!nico lives rent free in my head. and annabeth? she's one of the only characters i didn't like much in the original books anyway but such kudos to you for writing her denial arc about percy, it was so amazingly written and god. truly all i can offer is admiration"

Hazel is chill but also lowkey magical and wonderful. Frank is 100% right to feel such strong admiration of her. And yes, Frank is DEFINITELY the best boy, and not only because he turns into a very cute pug. PERCY. Love of my life, waterer of my crops.

"and annabeth? she's one of the only characters i didn't like much in the original books anyway but such kudos to you for writing her denial arc about percy, it was so amazingly written and god. truly all i can offer is admiration"

Okay, the Annabeth thing is so interesting because I've heard a LOT of people say they didn't like her in the books?? Which shocks me, because I thought she was great. I really projected heavily onto Percy, but I liked Annabeth and their relationship a lot. I think fanon Annabeth gets a little messy, so maybe the issue is that people struggle when figuring out how to interpret her-- they either see her as really basic, or really controlling and mean. Personally, I think Annabeth is a lot more than either of those things: she's the type of person who's in touch with her emotions, but is constantly fighting between logic and emotions, deciding what is the smartest thing to do versus what is the thing she is most called to do. The people surrounding her at camp pigeonhole her into being logical, because "Annabeth wouldn't do something irrational" "Annabeth is smart, she should act like it" "Annabeth should always think things through". That's why she works so well with percy-- he DOESN'T think things through, he totally flies by the seat of his pants and acts on his emotions every time, even when its going to fuck him up. Percy shows Annabeth that it's okay to act emotionally instead of rationally-- that you can still get places that way. Annabeth lived a life where everyone else was holding her back, and then met Percy, and Percy was one of the first people who didn't try to hold her back. If anything, he encouraged her to push further, yell louder, and just-- be more.

So yeah. I do, genuinely, love Percabeth. And I'm glad this fic has made you appreciate them-- or at least Annabeth-- more ;)

"not to mention how much i long to take part in those cuddle parties and movie nights with the gang"

HELL!!!! YEAH!!!!

"also hell yeah lesbian piper and rachel. you were doing god's work fixing the former character's writing tbh"

THANK!!!! YOU!!!!! Look all I'm saying is. Piper and Rachel should've been canon. Piper's SUCH a hippie. The way she dresses, the way she thinks-- yes. She needs, NEEDS, an artist girlfriend. And Rachel-- UGH, you don't understand, she wants Piper so bad. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

Should've been canon, I'm telling you.

"and the plot itself is SO GOOD. like. it's not a coincidence that it can fully hold my autistic ass's attention all the way through even though it's 277k words at this point. it's truly one of the best things i've read and that is saying something because i read A Lot"

I'm honored 😭🥰 The true miracle is that it held my autistic ass's attention for long enough to write that much in the first place, holy shit. This was a special interest to rival God. I have really, really loved writing it though, so I'm glad you've enjoyed it so much :') ❤️❤️❤️

"so. god. thank you so much for this masterpiece!! and please keep going!! this book means more to me than you can imagine"

🥰🥰🥰 Thank you!! And good news for you, these upcoming days/weeks I will be writing the remaining chapters and continuing/finishing this story! My current job gives me a LOT of free time so I think it's only right that I use it to give PoR the conclusion it deserves.

Thanks so much for the ask and all the love. I wish you wonderful reading and a wonderful day as well!

-Atlas

[ginkgowritings]

May I ask for a HC for all Boys, how they plan their own wedding with their MC? Like, would they like a big or small wedding, would they let MC make most of the decisions?

Thank you for the request! This is such a cute request to do as my first request here. Headcanons under the cut.

Gavin

Gavin doesn’t care much about what the ceremony is like, he mainly just cares about the marriage itself and wants to be married as soon as possible.

However, he’d still want to have some sort of ceremony as it’s the only time in his life he ever plans to get married and he wants to see you walk down the aisle.

Would leave most of the planning to you, mainly only offering his opinion if you ask him for it.

The only thing he’s dead set on is wanting to make your rings. He designed and made your ginkgo bracelet, and he would’ve made your engagement ring as well.

He wants to make the wedding rings perfect so he’ll get the help of a professional jeweller if he needs it. He sees the rings as one of the most important parts of the wedding since you’ll still wear them after the ceremony and he wants to be the one to create them.

He also would want to get an amazing photographer to perfectly document the wedding, he wants to be able to look back on it forever. You’ll end up with a huge wedding album and beautifully shot videos of the ceremony.

You go to several wedding venues together to decide which one you want to book. Internally, he gets super excited at every venue as he’s imagines getting married to you there.

After going to several venues you go to a beautiful outdoor venue together. As you talk with the venue manager you notice the wind picking up unusually and look at Gavin only to see him staring off into the distance with a contented look on his face.

He imagines getting married to you there and gets a bit too excited, unknowingly letting his wind evol rustle through the trees as the site manager stares on in confusion. It’s the biggest reaction you’ve gotten out of Gavin so far so you immediately decide to book that venue. 

He would prefer a small to medium ceremony as he thinks it’s more intimate but would let you have a large ceremony if you wanted to.

Knowing what he wants will be hard sometimes as he is happy with everything you choose.

Ask him about something and he’ll usually reply with some variation of “If that’s what you want” while smiling softly at you.

“Gavin, if I asked to decorate with corpse flowers would you let me?”      “... Would that make you happy?”

You start asking him to choose between multiple things as it’s the best way to actually get his opinion.

As you focus on planning the wedding he will plan the perfect honeymoon. He knows wedding planning is stressful, so he wants to plan a honeymoon where you can both relax and get some much-needed rest.

He just wants everything to be perfect for you.

Kiro

Kiro will want to plan everything together! However, his schedule makes it hard to come with you sometimes.

If he is unable to make it he’ll ask you to send him pictures of everything and he’ll give you his opinion as soon as he can.

Savin gets annoyed because Kiro is constantly on his phone responding to your wedding planning texts and it’s even harder than usual to get Kiro to listen.

He may miss when you go to pick out some decorations but he’ll make sure he can come to the cake tasting! He can’t experience those delicious cakes through texts and pictures after all.

Both of you feel a bit sick after the cake tasting because you ate way more than one bite of each one.

You end up doing more than one cake tasting because it’s so hard to decide, they all taste amazing.

Both of you continue to make the mistake of eating way too much at the cake tasting. It’s the perfect excuse for Kiro to eat cake without Savin being able to stop him.

He loves his fans but he’s worried about the few jealous misbehaving ones and journalists interfering with the wedding. Due to this, he makes sure to hire the best security, he can’t have anyone ruining the wedding.

Might suggest a destination wedding to make it harder for fans and media to find it, but he wouldn’t push the idea if you were against it.

You both get overly excited and order way more food, decorations, etc. than what’s needed. Your guests will need to eat a lot to get through all the food.

Neither of you could decide between all the amazing options so your wedding lowkey ends up becoming a mini food festival, there’s plenty of variety!

Your wedding won’t be huge but it won’t be small either, he wants everyone important in your lives to be there to witness your marriage.

He wants to sing to you at your wedding, but he wants it to be a surprise so he plans it in secret.

Writes a song just for your wedding day and it encapsulates all his feelings perfectly.

He’s way more nervous about performing at his wedding than any concert he’s done. Having a song displaying his feelings for you so openly in front of everyone important in your lives makes him feel vulnerable, but he’s determined to still do it and do it perfectly.

You’ll end up with a wedding perfect for the both of you.

Lucien

Lets you take the lead when planning the wedding, but is still involved and overviews everything.

Regularly improves your ideas. When you choose your main flowers he’ll know the perfect way a accentuate them, knows the best place to put the lighting to make everything look beautiful, know the perfect venue, etc.

Writes amazing wedding vows. He’ll write several different versions before settling on one and all of them will be ridiculously poetic.

Small ceremony with only a few guests.

Helps you organise everything so planning will go as smoothly as possible and you don’t stress out too much.

Sometimes subtly hints at things until you suggest them. You’ll think it’s your own idea, but he planted the idea in your mind.

Listens to all your ideas carefully and tries to bring all of them to fruition.

Smooth talks vendors into giving you discounted prices.

Lots of planning together in the evening after you’ve both returned from work. You’ll sit on the couch together with your laptop or tablet as you scroll through countless websites to get inspiration and find everything you need.

You probably have a shared Pinterest account with countless wedding boards. You’re the one who pins things most of the time, but Lucien is the one to carefully organise it so everything is easy to find when needed.

He notices you staring at a particular dress picture even longer than usual and immediately finds a store nearby with a similar one ridiculously fast.

He just finds everything you need with scary precision, you have no idea how he does it.

He can do it because he secretly researched heaps in advance and has basically memorised everything wedding related in the area before he even proposed.

Due to his research and organisation planning goes incredibly smoothly.

Though it isn't big everything will be more than perfect, creating a wedding straight out of a fairytale.

Victor

Originally says he’ll let you plan everything but then proceeds to constantly be involved “Just to make sure everything goes smoothly” 

He really just wants to be involved.

He’s way more excited than he lets on, even just watching you pick out decorations makes him excited.

The wedding will be big as he has a lot of people to invite, he’ll handle the seating arrangements to make sure the people who are important to both of you are the most involved though.

He will oversee everything to make sure it’s perfect, no matter how much it adds to his schedule.

“Instead of a cake can we have a giant pudding?” “Don’t you want something special? I always make you pudding” “The giant part makes it special, and your pudding is the best”

Acts like he’s exasperated but is actually super happy you like his pudding so much.

Proceeds to design the entire menu instead of hiring outside chefs to do it. He’ll still other people to cook the food on the day so he can focus on the ceremony, but all the recipes will be his.

Though he’s getting other people to cook the food he insists on making the giant pudding himself. He works hard to make it perfect and has to try a few times before he gets it right.

You get to try all his attempts so you’re definitely not complaining. Everything you both can’t finish yourselves goes to your employees so you’ll have a very happy office.

While Victor lets you make most of the general decisions he can be a bit picky as he only wants the best, so he ends up making the final decision on most of the specifics.

Like you choose what flowers to decorate with and he will choose how they’re arranged, you can choose what type of much you want to be played and he chooses the perfect band for it, etc.

Gets a first dance choreographed and takes dancing lessons with you so you can both learn it perfectly. These lessons end up being one of his favourite parts of the planning process, it’s such a fun activity to do with you.

One of your dress requirements becomes something you can easily dance in. He doesn’t want to risk you tripping over or being too constricted.

He also just wants you to be comfortable and not wear something that will take your focus away from your happiness because you’re too worried about falling over.

Of course, he won’t sacrifice beauty for comfort though and makes sure to help you find a dress that is just as beautiful as it is comfortable

Gets a suit that compliments your dress perfectly.

Together you’ll create the perfect movie-like wedding.

Shaw

Honestly doesn’t care much about the ceremony. He just wants to be married to you and would be perfectly happy to just go to the courthouse and sign the papers.

But since you want a wedding he starts caring about it to make you happy. He’s certain you’ll only be married once, so he isn’t going to take the chance of a wedding ceremony you want away from you.

Thinks weddings are too expensive and he doesn’t understand why. He’ll regularly think something is extremely overpriced and have to stop himself from being overly snarky with the vendor/manager/etc.

Due to this, you will end up doing most of the planning, and when he is involved in the planning you’re still usually the one to talk to anyone else involved.

Small ceremony with only the most important people in your lives attending. 

You’ll set a budget together and then split it with half of it going to the ceremony while the other half goes to the honeymoon.

You know Shaw cares more about spending time with you than the wedding ceremony, so you let him plan the honeymoon while you plan the wedding.

Just hope he doesn’t plan anything too crazy.

You’ll make sure to stay within budget, but you also won’t tell him what most things costs unless he asks. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Though he isn’t that interested in the ceremony itself he loves watching you get excited while planning everything and finds himself starting to look forward to it.

His favourite part of the planning process was watching you try on dresses. You looked so happy and beautiful doing it.

Tries to get you to buy a dress that shows a lot of skin. 

“When there’s less material the dress is cheaper, plus you look hot” 

It being cheaper is only an excuse it’s really just because you look hot.

Planning a wedding with Shaw will be a bit chaotic, but it'll still be a beautiful wedding.

[logical-little-lies]

Discussions and Observations- Agere!Sides AU (pt.34)

a/n: okay so after this chapter there will be a chapter or two focusing around Remus learning about the others littlespaces and such, and that’s all I’m gonna reveal. I have a plan though, that spans over about five chapters that lowkey focus on Remus and Janus, then there is gonna be a whole other hing that I’m SO EXCITED FOR. So, be prepared for that.

Also, give a lot of thought to Janus and Virgil’s discussion in the first part of this chapter...it’ll give you the opportunity to make some predictions about some upcoming plotlines. Specifically Janus mentioning the so called “neutral sides”, and his question about Thomas.....

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All the sides could admit that everything was soft of hectic and confusing. No, there wasn't anything wrong, exactly, but there was just a lot going on at once. Janus hung out with the core sides during the day, and went back to the dark sides tower at night. Remus was starting to question why he was never told anything about these visits.

Remus might've known about Janus, but Janus wasn't going to out the others on their regression.

Janus was still regretting telling everyone a bit. With Patton he slipped up, with Logan he was just careless, and he wasn't mad at Patton for telling Roman. Patton explained what had happened and he got it. He was just second guessing it, getting the anxious after feeling that they were judging him, even if it made no sense. They didn't push him though. They were pretty open about their littlespaces, but they didn't make him open up about his before he was ready.

No one but Virgil knew his age range, his interests, what he was like while little. He kept it all locked up. Virgil was sure that eventually, he wouldn't be able to repress his regression anymore, and he'd slip casually during a normal day. They'd have to wait and see.

As for Janus meeting the regressed sides, he actually interacted pretty well with them. Little Roman didn't like him a ton, but they did color together. Regressed Logan was curious about his scales, and Janus answered every question he had, and even let him touch that side of his face. The boy was just curious, and Janus was willing to respond to that curiosity. For Patton, he was pretty good at understanding when he wanted something, just based off of noises and motions he made while nonverbal.

So, all in all, thing were going pretty well, it was just a lot at once.

Janus had arrived at in the core side commons pretty early in the day on this particular day. Roman was brainstorming ideas in his room. Little Patton and Logan were taking a nap in the caregiver's room, so Virgil and Janus were left to hang out. "Here," Virgil handed him a buttered piece of toast, a slice of his own in his hand.

"Thank you, your Emo Dorkiness," Janus did a slight mock-bow, as best as he could from his spot sitting on the table. Again, chairs are for the weak.

Virgil chuckled and rolled his eyes, pulling the chair closest to Janus from it spot, and taking a seat. "Okay, I know everyone has been avoiding this topic forever, but when are we gonna tell Remus?" Janus blurted out after a couple long moments of silence.

"I don't know how he'd act around us while regressed, I'm worried he'll be weird." Virgil objected, taking a small bite from his toast.

"After he found my pacifier and I explained everything to him, there were multiple times were he'd stumble upon me while regressed. He'd always, kind of falter and change his attitude. It's not like super caring, or affectionate, but none of his usual weird shenanigans. He'd just ask if I was okay, and if I needed anything, and then leave me alone." Janus offered, shrugging.

"So he's not terrible with littles, he actually has a filter? I guess that's good to know.  I mean, eventually he'll find out, I don't know if we can avoid it. But based off of our theory, we think he'll turn out to be a regressor too," Virgil groaned. "I feel like Little Remus will be a disaster and a half."

"So you're guy's theory is that we all regress, because of Thomas holding onto his inner child or whatever? This includes all the dark and neutral sides?" Janus finished off his toast once completing his statement.

"I don't know about the neutrals. I still don't understand them completely." Virgil had once again, forgotten about the existence of the two neutral sides. Sleep and Empathy, they were originally characters that Thomas created for skits or youtube videos that weren't meant to be sides, but somehow, like the rest of them, they became sides. All you need to be considered a side, or figment of Thomas, is to represent a part of him, or have a job within his mind.

Remy had the job of controlling Thomas's sleep schedule, he was effected by the other sides a lot. Virgil and Remy had conflicts quite a bit, but they hadn't talked in a while. Remy kinda just hung out, in The Vineyard Village, with Emile in their little cottage. The Dark Sides nor the Core Sides really knew them, at all.

Emile was the source of Thomas's empathy, and he also sort of shared the job of inner-child with Patton. Emile wasn't bad, but he wasn't a core side because he wasn't a main part of Thomas's personality. He was just kind of there, and only stepped in when needed, from a distance. He didn't leave the mindscape much.

"Okay, kind of off topic, but if we all really do regress...wouldn't Thomas regress too?" Janus questioned. Janus was asking a question that would matter later on, but at the moment, Virgil didn't know how to respond.

"Maybe? I'm not really sure," Virgil ate the last of his toast, thinking. "We'll find out eventually, I suppose. I don't know if that's how it works-"

"Veevee?" Roman's little voice shocked Virgil. He was just big, working on a project for Thomas and brainstorming, a little bit ago.

"Hello there, you finished your brainstorming?" Virgil spoke softly, opening his arms up and welcoming Roman for a hug.

"Yeah, got ideas for Thomas to make tomorrow! But now I'm bored, playtime?" he tilted his head. Janus gave Virgil a glance that seemed to read 'we'll continue this conversation later'.

Roman switched his mindset quickly, he must have gotten stressed with the work, or he had lacked inspiration. Either way, Virgil and Janus's discussion of the theoretical possibilities of Thomas being a little, along with the possibility of Remus, the neutral sides, and the unknowns also being regressors, was put on hold.

"How about we just watch some cartoons today?" Virgil offered. Roman was apparently not afraid to act out in front of Janus.

"No, wanna play! Color with me!" he stomped his foot, then faltering and giving a apologetic soft look. "Please? Didn't mean to yell, no throwing fits." he shook his head at himself, mimicking what Virgil would've said to him at the end of his statement.

"I'll color with you, honey. Good job on remembering to use your manners," Virgil sighed. Roman was trying his best. Roman reached up to get a hug, which Virgil gave into immediately, snuggling him close before letting him go back to his room to gather coloring books, crayons,colored pencils,markers, and stickers. Basically all the art supplies needed to create a masterpiece, in the mind of a five year old, at least.

"You guys all just regress, whenever you want to?" Janus seemed a little jealous.

"Basically. I mean, if we have work we prioritize it. But Roman brainstormed some things, which is all he needed to do. I thought you said Remus didn't really care, doesn't that mean you could regress whenever, too?"

"It's still scary, though." Janus looked down, swinging his feet a bit.

"When was the last time you regressed?" Virgil asked in curiosity, causing Janus's head to shoot up.

"Uh...when you came to the tower after Easter," Janus admitted. He knew Virgil was probably gonna tell him is was bad to repress his headspace for that long, because there was no way he just didn't regress for that long. He had been pushing down his littlespace.

"You know, you don't have to be scared with us. We won't judge you, and I can take care of you," Virgil assured, Janus going silent and looking back down at his feet. He swung them again, in a childlike way.

"I know. I just...it's hard to open up, and be the vulnerable and cutesy in front of everyone. I know it's not bad to act like that, and that it helps me and I shouldn't prevent myself from using that coping skill. But it's still hard to let myself be like that, because you guys know me as this evil snake side-"

"Janus."  Virgil cut him off in a stern voice, "Just in the past weeks alone, you've show all of us that you're much more than that. You're caring, understanding, and dorky. And I have a feeling that the other core sides will like Little Janus, too." Virgil gave a soft smile.

Janus gave a thankful hum, "You think so?" he tilted his head. Virgil nodded.

Janus knew he was very close to letting himself slip in that moment. He didn't, he pulled himself out of the foggy-childlike headspace and allowed himself to focus on other things, but he did take Virgil's reassuring words to heart. Okay, yeah, he was still anxious about the whole thing, but maybe he'd let himself regress in front of the others soon.

Maybe.

Janus was snapped out of his thoughts when Virgil spoke in a very confused tone. "Remus? What are you- Go away!" Virgil shouted at him, exiting the kitchen and entering the commons where Remus popped up.

"I'm not here to do any harm! Everyone is here, and running around the imagination on my own is getting boring...I was gonna ask Roman if he wanted to resume our adventure plot.." Remus seemed to be telling the truth. He just didn't wanna be alone, and being with his brother sounded nice.

Of course, to add to the confusion, this is when Roman walked out of the hall where the bedrooms were, holding his stack of childish art supplies. Virgil seemed to have calmed down, but Roman looked so confused and scared in that moment. Roman took a second to process the situation before making a snapping motion and making the art supplies disappear. He was now wearing his usual prince attire, with a different posture.

Compared to the others, Roman was the best at pulling himself out of his headspace on command. He didn't like to, and it was difficult to remain out of his littlespace after forcing himself out of it, but it was something he could do if needed.

"What's going on out here? Patton and I just got up and you guys talk loud- Oh!" Logan had exited his room, holding the deeply regressed Patton, who was obviously still waking up and slightly sleepy. Logan looked at Remus, not knowing what to do.

Patton buried his head in Logan's chest, trying to avoid the whole situation. "Wait," Remus looked between Roman, then Janus, and then Patton. He seemed to be thinking.

"Oh, oh!  I got it! Patton and Roman are regressors, like Janus!" he seemed proud of himself for coming to that conclusion. "Oh, I'm sorry! Was I not supposed to know?" he looked between the others, who were all in silence.

"Not really. But, if you already knew about Janus, I-i guess it doesn't matter." Even Logan seemed to be confused. It was just bad timing on everyone's part. But also, no one expected Remus to react so calmly.

"I guess it explains why Roman is randomly unavailable, and why Janus always seems to be leaving parts out when he tells me about his visits here." Remus shocked Logan with how he logically put things together, and Roman just seemed relieved that he was accepting. Patton had lifted his head.

"Yeah, but about the adventure thing, I can go! I'm not in my headspace anymore, and it'll give me a chance to explain everything to you, yeah?" Roman offered.

"Isn't it like, not good to pull yourself out of your headspace forcefully, if you can avoid it? I'm not completely sure on that, but I feel like that's a thing..." Remus looked at Janus, looking back to Roman, who shrugged.

"I already pulled myself out, so I might as well just go with you."

"Wait, where did you learn about that? The effects of repressing regression?" Logan questioned.

"Janus, mostly. I found out about him, and we talked a few times about it," Remus shrugged, seemingly careless about the whole situation. "Wait, is it just the three of them? Or are you and Virgil littles too?"

They had a lot to explain to him.  

[devilatmydoor]

love is fatal I part 13

a/n; hi all!! i hope you are all doing well!! this part was so fun to write and if you know me well enough you will see why :) let me know what you think in the tags, my ask box or my dms! please stay safe, mind body and soul! 

masterlist // previous parts -  9 10 11 12 

word count; 3.3k (just under 4!)

warnings- language & drinking 

The sound of faint music in the background played as his eyes looked at the costumes in front of him, he lost track of Veronica soon after they started shopping. He looked around and left the area he was in quickly locating Veronica on the other side of the store, he walked over to her. He cleared his throat as he walked up to her and she giggled looking at him, “Hey you, have you seen anything you like?”

“Not yet, have you?” He asked as he grabbed her hand as their fingers intertwined. She showed him the handbasket in her hand but the costume was hidden.  

“I have a costume in here but I'm not sure you want to go along with it” She sighed as she walked with him.

“Why not?”

“Because you have to wear a suit and a fake mustache.” She giggled as her cheeks turned pink.

He had no clue what she was referring to, “So much for lowkey costumes." He chuckled knowing that he’d never get away with something lowkey with his Halloween obsessed girlfriend.

"Did you really think you'd get away with a lowkey costume while dating me?” She shook her head playfully before leading him towards the dressing room area

"No, but it was worth a shot. Are you gonna show me what's in the basket?" He asked as they reached an empty dressing room

"I'm gonna try it on. I was thinking we could be Morticia and Gomez Adam's." She smiled letting go of his hand.

His eyes widened as he realized what she meant by suit and a fake mustache, "Let's see the costume and we'll see."

She nodded,  kissed his cheek, and entered the room before closing the door behind her.

He crossed his arms as he waited for her to open the door and show him hr costume. He knew this wouldn't be the only idea for costumes since they had Ashton’s party to attend the day before hers.

The door slowly opened and his eyes glued to Veronica who was now dressed in a long, skin-tight, velvet dress. She took her hair out of the bun and let it fall down naturally, "What do you think?"

He stepped closer to her to get a better view; it hugged her curves perfectly and the neckline showed the perfect amount of skin, "As long as I get to see you in this dress and it ends up on the floor at the end of the night, I'm in."

Within seconds her cheeks turned pink "Really?"

He nodded before kissing her forehead, "Yes angel, do you need help getting out of the dress?" He winked and she turned bright red.

"You wish Hood." She winked before stepping back into the dressing room closing the door. He left the area to look around in hopes of finding inspiration for their second costumes. His gaze fixed on the Angel costume thinking of how he’s called her angel since their first date. He looked to see Veronica making her way over to him as he grabbed the angel costume and walked towards her, “What about this?”

“You want me to be an angel?” She asked softly as she looked at the dress.

“You are my angel,” He kissed her forehead and smiled, “You don’t have to wear this exact outfit but I was thinking maybe if your an angel I could be a devil.” He smirked and she nodded in agreement.

“That’s a good idea.” She kissed his cheek and walked towards the cashier, “You just want me wearing something short since my Morticia costume is so long.”

He let out a low chuckle as he grabbed her free hand, “You do have a point.”

She kissed his cheek before setting her basket on the counter for the cashier, he stood by as she checked out. She grabbed his hand before walking towards the door, “Are you hungry?”

He nodded as he opened the door for them, “I am, can we order take out?”

She smiled before kissing his hand, “Of course, let’s go to your place.”

He grabbed his car keys as they walked towards his car, he unlocked the door and opened the passenger door for her, “For you my love.”

She blushed before softly  kissing his lips softly and smiling, “Thank you, my love.” She got in the car and sat down followed by him closing the door behind her.

He got in the driver’s seat before starting the car pulling out of the parking lot and resting his hand on her thigh. She placed her hand on top of his and turned on the radio softly while he drove to his place.

He felt her fingers trace over his tattoos as he pulled into his neighborhood “What are you hungry for?”

She kissed his hand before intertwining their fingers, “Hmm, maybe we can make something instead of ordering out. What do you think?”

He smiled as he approached his block, “That’s a good idea angel.’

She kissed his hand as he drove up to his house slowly parking in his driveway. She unbuckled her seatbelt to kiss his cheek and turn off the radio while he finished parking. He unbuckled his seatbelt before cupping her jaw with his free hand and kissing her lips softly. She smiled against his lips before kissing his lips and resting her hand on his chest, he let go of her hand so he could hold her face with his hand, she softly nibbled on his bottom lip before whispering, “As much as I don’t want to stop, we should get in your house before I climb in your lap.”

He softly groaned and nodded in agreement, “Knowing us once we start there is no stopping us.”

She giggled as her eyes met his, “We don’t need to scar your neighbors.’

He let out a low chuckle before slowly opening his door, “You do have a point, pretty girl.” She opened her door followed by him stepping out of the car. She walked in front of his car waiting for him, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close to him.

She wrapped her arm around his waist, “It is okay if I change into your clothes? Your clothes are much more comfortable than mine.”

He kissed the top of her head and smiled, “Of course, you can always wear my clothes.”

He opened the front door and let her inside following after her, he closed the front door and locked it behind him. Veronica left his side to pet Duke who had run-up to her wagging his tail, “I see someone has a new favorite.” He took off his shoes as Veronica set her things on the couch.

“Hershey does the same thing with you Cal.” She giggled looking at him and winking while she stood up straight, “I’m gonna go change clothes. I’ll be right back.”

He kissed her forehead before she stepped away from him and walked down the hallway. He opened the fridge to look for food they could possibly make for dinner. He found frozen pizza in the freezer and set it on the counter. He turned around to see Veronica in her favorite hoodie of his that covered her ass so she discarded her pants.

She walked past him and sat on his kitchen counter, she motioned him closer and he stepped between her legs dangling off the edge, she wrapped her legs around him and he held her waist, “Hi beautiful.”

“Hi handsome,” She breathed as she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer while her lips met his in a breathtaking kiss, he slowly opened his mouth to deepen the kiss as her tongue traced his lower lip. He gripped her hips as she firmly kissed him as if they hadn’t kissed in months.

* * * * 

The sky painted in orange, purple, and pink hues as they walked down the crowded street, her hand intertwined with his as they weeded through the crowd toward the restaurant. Calum held the door open for her as she walked inside waiting for him, he stood in the front of the restaurant waiting for Luke and Michael. The hostess sat Calum and Veronica at their reserved table, Calum sat next to her resting his hand on her thigh, “You okay baby?” 

In some ways she wishes Calum didn’t know her better than he did, he knew when she was anxious or sad, happy, and excited. He knew how to read her like a book, “I’m just nervous, neither of you told me what the surprise is about.” 

“I promise you are going to love it, Michael thought you’d believe if he had proof rather than just telling you. I was going to keep it a secret until the night of but I know my girl.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. She could swear her heart skipped a beat when he called her his girl. 

“I love it when you call me that.” She breathed as she rested her hand on top of his taking deep breaths. 

“I love you.” He beamed, kissing her lips softly before kissing her nose. 

“I love you.” She smiled at him moments before kissing his lips softly. 

“Hey! Get a room!” Michael yelped before sitting across from Calum, Luke sat down across from Veronica. 

“We’d like to but you two knuckleheads wanted to have dinner with us!” She teased with a wink. 

“That’s because Cal here didn’t think you’d believe me if he just told you!” Michael commented as he sipped his water. 

“Well he’s probably right, he knows how much I hate surprises.” She divulged as she squeezed Calum’s hand. 

“Well I know you are going to love this one.” Luke beamed as he looked at Michael. 

“We might as well tell her, she’s already anxious enough,” Calum explained, shooting her a comforting smile. 

“A couple of months ago I entered into a contest to win concert tickets for 4 people not thinking we’d actually win because of how popular the band is but a couple of days ago I got a call saying that I won,” Michal explained as all of the boys looked at Veronica. 

“What band is it?” She asked, anticipating his answer. 

Michael reached in his pocket to show her the ticket stub that reads My Chemical Romance & The Used; Reunion tour. November 4th at the Forum.

Her heart rate skyrocketed as she read the tickets four times to make sure she was reading it right, “W-We’re going to see My Chemical Romance and the Used?” She squealed as her cheeks hurt from smiling. 

Calum squeezed her thigh as they all nodded in unison, “Mhmm, Michael told me yesterday but I didn’t think you’d believe me so I asked him to join us on our date night to show you.” 

“I joined because Michael didn’t want to be the third wheel,” Luke explained with a smirk and Calum gave them both a look. 

“Thank you for not surprising me.” She cooed kissing Calums cheek softly. 

“I knew you’d be upset if I did.” He smiled as he squeezed her thigh. 

“See this is exactly why I’m here,” Luke remarked with a giggle as he drank his water. 

“Fuck off Luke, one more comment and I’m kicking you out.” He teased with a chuckle. 

“Ronnie will just let me stay in her guest room if you do!” Luke stated as he looked at the menu. 

Calum looked at her and she raised her eyebrows, “Of course I will, Lukey is always welcome at my house.” 

Calum cleared his throat before gripping her thigh, “Oh yeah?”

She gulped as his stare sent shivers down her spine, “Then again, Luke you can stay at Ashton’s.” 

“Fuck you guys!” Luke teased cueing them all to laugh, once the waiter returned they ordered food talking about the concert. 

___ 

She finished spraying hairspray on her freshly curled hair, she quickly unplugged her curling iron and set it on top of her hamper on the towels. She set her makeup with setting spray and closed her contacts case moments before she heard a knock on the bathroom door, “Almost done baby?”

“Yes! I’ll be out in a second.” She explained before flattening her dress and putting on her white heels and making sure she looked presentable for Ashton’s party. She slowly opened the door to see Calum leaning against the wall dressed in all red as his eyes glued to his phone.

She cleared her throat causing him to look at her, he looked her up and down and bit his bottom lip, “O-oh fuck.”

She quickly twirled, “What do you think?”

“You look, perfect angel,” He beamed as he stepped closer to her, putting his phone in his pocket so he could place his hands on her hips, “We could just have our own party here.” He smirked before kissing her lips softly.

“Oh yeah? Do you not want to go to Ashton’s party?” She asked, resting her hands on his chest.

“I do, I just prefer his friends seeing my smoking hot girlfriend in this outfit.” He winked, kissing her lips softly.

She smiled against his lips as her cheeks flushed, “We can stay as long as you want okay?”

“So we’ll be there half an hour, sounds good to me,’’ He chuckled, leading her towards her front door.

She giggled as she grabbed her clutch by the front door, “I at least need to see Luke.”

“Mhmm, we’ll see about that angel.” He winked opening her front door for her.

“We will, won’t we?” She teased as she grabbed her keys and locked the door.

His hand intertwined with his while they walked to his car, he quickly unlocked the door and opened it for her. She kissed his cheek moments before he helped her into his car. He closed the door behind her and ran to his side of the car and got in, he started the car as her hand rested on his thigh, she set up her phone and started playing music softly.

Her hand stayed on his thigh the entire drive to Ashton's house as she played her Halloween playlist softly in the background. As they pulled into the neighborhood they noticed Grayson and Luke’s car on the street. Calum quickly parked his car on the free spot he found a block away from Ashton’s house. He cut the engine and took his seatbelt off, “Wait for me baby.”

“Okay.” She smiled as she took off her seatbelt and grabbed her clutch, he got out of the car and closed his door before getting on her side and opening the door for her. He grabbed her hand and helped her out of the car, he closed the door and locked his car. “Thank you handsome.”

“Of course, beautiful.” He smiled, kissing her forehead before snaking his arm around her waist, she wrapped hers around his and rested her hand on his chest. He kissed the top of her head softly and she looked up at him and smiled.

Her phone vibrated in her clutch and she quickly checked to see who it was; Lule texted her to see where her and Calum were. She put her phone back in her purse. “Luke is looking for us.”

“Of course he is, he’s excited to see our couples costumes.” Calum expressed as he winked, when they got close to Ashton’s house they could hear the music blaring. Calum opened the door for Veronica letting her into the house.

(Calum POV)

Veronica hugged Luke as he admired their costumes, he looked around for Ashton and Grayson but didn’t see them anywhere. Luke dressed as a vampire because Veronica kept urging him to dress as  Louis from Interview With a Vampire, “Give me your phone, I need to take photos of you two.”

“Right here?” She asked nervously as she clung to him.

“Your right, there’s better lighting in the bathroom.” Luke explained as he motioned them to follow him.

They followed behind him towards Ashton’s bathroom as they weeded through the crowd of people. Luke quickly opened the bathroom door and let him in before shutting the door, “This is much better.”

She shook her head playfully at him as she reluctantly handed Luke her phone, “Are you okay with him taking pictures of us?”

“Of course I am,” He said with a smile as he pulled her closer while Luke started snapping pics.

She kissed his cheek and he flipped it around and kissed her cheek before staring in her eyes, “You're so perfect.”

She blushed and hid her face in his neck, “Calum!”

“Hey! I’m still taking pictures!” Luke giggled as he shook his head.

“C’mon baby, he can’t take pictures if the sexiest person isn't looking.” He complimented before softly giving her ass a smack.

She yelped before giving him a look he had memorized, “Calum I swear to god.”

“Ronnie, c'mon he’s almost done. Aren’t you Luke?” it was time for Calum to give Luke a look he had memorized. He nodded and Veronica hugged his waist and they took a couple more pictures before Luke handed Veronica her phone before they all left the bathroom. They walked towards the living room as he looked for Ashton.

Luke stayed with Veronica as Calum went to get him and Veronica something to drink, he grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with spiced rum and filled the other half of the cup with coke. He grabbed a bottle of water for himself and walked up to Luke and Veronica who were laughing at something, “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” She smiled as she grabbed the cup and kissed his cheek. He scanned the room to see if Ashton was even inside of the house, he eyed tucker and rolled his eyes.

“Where is Ash? I see everyone but him.” He asked as he opened his bottle.

“I think he’s outside, should we go find him?” Luke asked and they both nodded as he grabbed Veronica’s hand and squeezed it tight as they weeded through the crowd.

The music welcomed them as they stepped outside and saw Ashton talking to Michael who was DJ’ing. They walked up to them and Ashton smiled when he saw them, “Wow look at you two!”

“Don’t they look great?” Luke gushed causing Veronica to blush and look at Calum.

“You do, I’ve never seen Calum dress up in a couples costume before.” Ashton mentioned as he sipped his drink.

Calum cleared his throat and Veronica gave him a look and smiled so big, “He picked tonight's outfit and for my party I picked our costumes.”

Ashton and Luke gave Calum a look and his eyes widened at them, ‘We’ll be there won’t we Luke?”

"Oh we definitely will.” Luke commented and she giggled as she sipped her drink.

Veronica attempted to dance but gave up until she finished her drink, Michael’s playlist was perfect according to her. Once she finished her drink she grabbed Calum’s hand and joined the crowd dancing. His hands found a home on her hips as she slowly grinded on him, causing him to grip her hips tightly as she continued to grind on him. It didn’t take long for her dancing to turn him on causing him to get hard underneath her which didn’t take long for her to notice, she pressed her ass on him as she grinded her ass on his ever growing boner. He softly smacked her ass, “What did I tell you about teasing me?”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” She winked as she continued her movements causing him to groan in her ear.

He smacked her ass harder and growled, “Baby stop.”

“Make me.” She sassed and he stopped dancing with her and grabbed her hand before taking her inside leaving Luke and Ashton as he walked with her towards the guest bedroom.

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『 adam brody. forty. cis male. he/him. 』 oh heavens, is that DANIEL ABRAMS from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BROODING & -EVASIVE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool HORROR AUTHOR and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +DEBONAIR & +ELOQUENT. i hope i see them around again! 

classically rolls in ridiculously late bc i forgot i had to work last night & then proceeded to sleep in today wooo !!  good afternoon ghouls, it’s ya girl maia, finally here to deliver the definition of hot mess with good intentions.

GENERAL

FULL NAME.    daniel elijah abrams.

NICKNAMES.    dan, danny.

AGE & BIRTHDATE.    40 years old ; may 4, 1980.

GENDER & PRONOUNS.    cis male ; he/him.

ORIENTATION.    heterosexual.

MARITAL STATUS.    estranged.

RELIGION.    jewish ( non-practicing ).

OCCUPATION.    horror author.

INSPIRATION.     bill denbrough ( it ), donnie darko ( donnie darko ), lucas scott ( one tree hill ), stephen king.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR.    black.

EYE COLOUR.    dark brown.

BUILD.    athletic.

MARKS.     freckles scarcely spread across his entire body.

TATTOOS.    none.

PIERCINGS.    none.

HEIGHT.    5'11".

FACECLAIM.    adam brody.

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC.    taurus.

ALIGNMENT.    chaotic neutral.

HOGWARTS.    ravenclaw.

LABEL.    the arcane.

POSITIVE TRAITS.    cheeky, debonair, driven, eloquent, resilient, solicitous.

NEGATIVE TRAITS.    brooding, evasive, inquisitive, sarcastic, stoic, stubborn.

HOBBIES.    smokes like a chimney while writing until he forgets what day of the week it is, dabbles in hunting & fishing (thanks @ his dad), labels all crime / thriller genres as ‘predictable’ but continues to watch them, obsesses over & relentlessly criticizes his own work, drinks heavily & passionately plays moonlight sonata or fur elise as if he’s betoven’s disciple.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH.    california.

CURRENT RESIDENCE.    mapleview, north carolina.

NATIONALITY.    american.

ETHNICITY.    ashkenazi jewish.

PARENTS.   judith miller & mr abrams.

SIBLINGS.    mia miller.

BIRTH ORDER.    eldest.

CHILDREN.    penelope abrams.

EDUCATION.     university of california, los angeles; bachelor of arts in english.

LANGUAGES.    english, some spanish & french.

HISTORY

EARLY LIFE.    born to THE judith miller and some newspaper editor, daniel was raised by the latter and notoriously abandoned by the former. well, not completely abandoned - there’s an old shoebox containing a few letters as proof - but that was the only source of communication in their otherwise absent relationship. while little danny boy didn’t fully understand why he couldn’t see his mother, he sought out an alternative solution by watching her movies. his father wasn’t aware, at first, and dan created this extravagant fantasy of the person he thought she was based on the roles she played. however, once papa abrams found out his son was watching these movies (which were probably not fit for children in the first place lmao oop), he begrudgingly revealed the bitter truth. being forced to come to terms with the fact that his own mother willingly abandoned him with his father, daniel didn’t fully understand what it meant; he couldn’t properly process why. the hurt of absent mother was expressed more out of anger, feeling as though there must have been something wrong with him. there were fewer and fewer letters sent to judith until he gave up altogether and thus, dan’s out of control behavior was born.

TEENAGE FEVER.    SUICIDE MENTION TW.  he struggled in school. his emotions betrayed him. instead of relishing a happy childhood, daniel found himself pushing everyone away, getting into fights, sneaking out late at night to run around the city streets with his friends and get into all sorts of trouble with them. he couldn’t count on his hands how many times the police picked him up and brought him to his dad’s doorstep. it only got worse once one of his best friends was found dead, written off as a suicide, though it didn’t add up in dan’s eyes and seemed so much more sinister. the young man was nearly deemed to be a lost cause, until he discovered his passion for writing. 

                                  language arts or literature was the last thing anyone would ever think to group with daniel abrams. but his english teacher noticed how well he could articulate his thoughts and feelings on paper, and submitted one of his pieces to a writing contest, which earned dan the win and a cash prize. bewildered by a talent he hadn’t even realized was in him, daniel embraced it. he started writing in a journal ( which he kept safely tucked away beneath the mattress of his bed ), documenting every feeling and thought as a way to express his emotions in a more productive manner. this talent earned him a full ride scholarship to ucla with a major in literature and plans of diving into some sort or creative writing career or perhaps becoming an english teacher, to follow in the footsteps of his high school teacher who he came to idolize.

                                  mere days into his freshman year, however, his high school sweetheart showed up in the middle of the night at his dorm with a positive pregnancy test. it was then the chaotic world as he knew it turned a new leaf, revealing a silver lining in the form of their daughter, penelope, who daniel hadn’t a clue, just yet, would save him. and so a shotgun wedding was quickly planned around the pair, both families either completely supportive or in utter disbelief. it was quick, it was cheap(ish), and it was stressful as all heck. but they were young, and in love, and were looking forward to starting a family together, despite it being a little earlier than initially planned.

“ADULT”HOOD.    fast forward five years, and they’re signing divorce papers. fortunately, it wasn’t messy. the two had simply grown apart as they matured in their respective ways, and remaining together was only causing a rift to develop between the two. the last thing they wanted, for the sake of their daughter, was built up resentment to tear the little family apart. his wife, who daniel initially thought to be the love of his life, blossomed into an absolute goddess; she was ambitious and knew exactly what she wanted. daniel, on the other hand, was still somewhat caught up in his ‘bad boy’ habits of drinking excessively and his career was still pretty up in the air. the two just didn’t compliment each others’ lifestyles anymore.

                                   daniel moved out but remained in california, settling for a bachelor’s apartment where he was able to have penelope every weekend. during this time, he finally cracked down and worked on finishing a novel he’d started years prior. within a year, he found a publisher who took interest in his grotesque works, and by the time daniel was twenty seven, his first bestseller hit the shelves, changing his life for the better with the ability to provide for his daughter without stress of landing another odd job ever again.

                                   as his fame increased, so did his desire to slink back into the shadows away from the limelight. at first, he enjoyed the wholesome book signings by day and grungy celebratory benders by night. but it grew old pretty fast and he certainly didn’t want to end up as another washed up shmuck. so, on a whim, daniel decided to move out of california completely, removing himself from the toxic lifestyle he’d grown accustomed to and shacking up on a beautiful piece of land in the rocky mountains of north carolina. the serenity and scenery certainly aided in his inspiration, as well as his unacknowledged lowkey addictions slowly being rehabilitated from his bloodstream.

OLD YELLER.    now, in his utmost prime at forty years old, he’s written numerous cult classics, a few of which have successful movie adaptations. he was lucky enough to land himself in a second marriage, though.... that one is now deteriorating as well because he literally doesn’t know how to maintain a healthy relationship. he received full custody of his daughter when she was sixteen, under the unfortunate circumstance of her mother’s untimely death. although they’d been separated for nearly twenty years, daniel was still very much affected by the loss, more so empathetically for penelope. he’s still hooked on the drink, though he’s definitely calmed down quite a bit from when he was a young buck. basically a messy, depressy old soul who uses sarcasm to deflect his true feelings.

CONNECTIONS

ESTRANGED WIFE.    first marriage was a bust, and the second is turning out to be no better. they haven’t hit rock bottom just yet, in his opinion (which would be finalizing a divorce lmao), and he’s unsure if they should work things out or not but also really.......doesn’t wanna go through the process of another divorce. plus he likes her and deep down adores their bickering. the reason(s) why things started falling apart between them can be discussed of course. lowkey debating on whippin this up as a big official wc but.... if anybody already here would like to snag it, i would 100% mclove it.

COLLABORATORS.    literally anyone he’s worked with over the years, whether they be fellow authors, publishers/publicists, journalists, screenplay writers, etc. yeehooo the possibilities are endless !!

FOLLOWERS.    anyone hooked on his books, whether devout fans from his early beginnings or people who newly discovered his fictional writings.

FORMER CLASSMATES.    could be from high school or university, but he was in california for the better part of his life aka not a mapleview native. former friends to foes & anything in between. dan’s that one kid who spiked the punch bowl at all the dances and years later probably snuck in party favors to snort off the bathroom sink during their high school reunion lmao whew !!

ANYTHING.    literally anything. i’m my groggy state of mind on my lack of creativity rn so please, i’m beggin. if daniel can enrich your characters’ lives in any way, shape, or form, hit me up and we’ll hatch a plan.

[cosettepontmercys]

cosette! i’m sorry for disappearing again, a lot was going on; I wanted to tell you I finished the henna wars though! I really loved it and I think it will be in the top 3 of my favourite books once I read it again, which I’m planning to do soon.

It was just really good and I love how even though there were some bad parts (like triggering bad, not bad itself) it was still really lighthearted and Nishat ended up successful and happy. It also really warmed my heart to see her parents end up accepting her, and like I just love the book so much I don’t even have the words to describe it but yeah, it was really nice.

I also liked the writing style and the setting, I love contemporary books a lot. I’m so glad I read it and I can’t wait to reread it. Oh also, the characters were written really realistically, I liked the development they have and how their arguments and talks seem realistic to their personalities. I also love the relationships both platonic and romantic like Nishat and Flávia’s relationship was so sweet and I think it was built-up well. Also I loved Nishat and Priti and how they were both so supportive of each other, it reminds me of the relationship I have with my sister.

Also, Earl grey bread sounds really great! I’ll have to make it sometime. As for quarantine hobbies, I’ve been learning to cook more savory foods, as well as starting up with editing again and writing, and starting up with reading again! I think I might read Cemetary Boys next. On the topic of editing, how did you get into editing, and what inspires you to edit? - 🖤

hello 🖤anon! i’ve missed you! i was thinking about you recently & i hope you’re okay and that things are easier for you soon. you don’t have to apologize for disappearing; real life comes first 🤍 

i’m so glad that you loved the henna wars + that you have a supportive relationship with your sister!! i’d love to reread it soon but unfortunately i am currently buried in a pile of ARCs and other books to read first! maybe if - when i ever get caught up...? i’ve definitely added it to the “reread” list of my notion though - i’m obsessed with notion right now, and have been using it for everything! 

i've been finding it really difficult to read fantasy books lately (pretty much since quarantine started), and it’s lowkey frustrating for me because there are so many good fantasy books that are on my tbr but i just can’t get into any of them? i’ve got a couple fantasy ARCs to read though, so fingers crossed i can get into those! i think it’s also easier for me to buddy read & to read ARCs because i feel like i have to be “accountable”? 

i’m so excited for you to start cemetery boys! i absolutely loved it and reread it pretty recently. some friends and i started a book blog (!!!!) and i’m actually posting about cemetery boys tomorrow! 

i actually got into editing many years ago !! i took a graphics class in high school, and that’s where i learned the basics of photoshop & illustrator (which i never use now, but maybe some day i’ll get back into it), and then started editing through that! i took a break for a while, but am back due to quarantine! when i read, i like to write down quotes for edits and then go through that document when i’m in the mood to edit - or doing challenges such as @projectbway, @projectliterature, or editing challenges i do with friends also help. i’ve also got ... some edits from my last celebration to do, but i’ve been pretty overwhelmed with things lately, so i haven’t done any of those yet! i can’t wait to see your edits -- if you’d like, you can tag me usercossette or storyseekers! 

i hope you’re having a good week & that you enjoy cemetery boys ! 🤍 

[changarroo]

Hello Again // Bang Chan AU

❖ a/n: So this is a collab with the one and only @bhubblemilk cause we are bubble tea soulmates,,, and I’m high key in love with her writing (the Minho one to be exact but I’m just a sucker for Minho). So when Eiko told me about this idea I fell in love and was 100% down to do it. SO here is part 1 of our collab! keep your eye out for part 2 on her account ;)

❖ word count: 3.1k

❖ genre: fluffy, vampire au

❖ pairing: reader x bang chan

Good morning every one of Seoul, if you are just waking up right now the time is currently 7:14 and it looks like it’s going to be a rainy day” the radio clock said as it turned on for the morning.

You rolled around in your full-size bed, trying to fall back asleep, but it was no use. The sound of the rain falling on your window brought calmness but it wasn’t enough to get you to fall back asleep.

Sitting up and leaning on your headboard you extended your arms up above your head as a yawn left your mouth. You tossed your blanket to the other side, setting your feet into your simple cream-colored bunny slipper before you officially left your bed.

As the clean freak that you were, you went ahead and made your bed, making sure it looked presentable just in case you have unexpecting visitor which was rare but wasn’t too rare.

The sound of your kettle went off knowing that your water was ready for your morning cup of tea. Once you finished pouring it into your mug you headed over towards one of the giant windows that overlook the city of Seoul.

You had to admit this was your favorite spot in the world and with this weather you were in love. So there you were sitting near the window ledge in an oversize shirt and pajama shorts looking at the world just reflecting on what life had the offer.

On the other side of town in an apartment was a blonde male who looked to be the age of twenty-one. Sitting in front of the window with a journal in his lap.

Sighing at the weather he just looked down and opened the journal, memories started to come back to him as if the event that was laid out in this book were from yesterday.

“Channie hyung are you looking at the book again?” a young male with apple red hair asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“I just miss her Jeongin, it’s been like what a whole year since I last saw her? And what sucks the most is that I’m back at square one where she doesn’t know who I am,” the blonde haired boy said trying to hold back his tears.

“I know you miss them hyung but you will meet her again soon I know you will,”.

“I’m going to go on a walk Jeongin,” Chan stood up from the chair and walked over the closet by the door. He pulled off his black boots and hoodie, grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

The cold wind on his face felt calming but also made him feel lonelier. He put his hood over his head, popped in his airpods and began to walk in the cold rainy weather.

You on the other hand just lived your life as you did, not knowing what the future would have in store for you, but also learning from your mistakes from your past.

Growing up you moved from place to place due to your mother’s job. You loved it cause as a kid you got to see the world but you missed having a sense of stability. Plus you never were good at making friends so you kept to yourself.

Due to moving, you began to write stories to take your mind off of it but over the time you realized that you had a love for writing. All of the storylines that you wrote felt so real to you as if you actually lived in your stories.

Once you were in University you moved back to your hometown Seoul and are planning to stay until the universe brings you elsewhere. Getting your degree in literature and you couldn’t be more at peace. But you were still lonely, somedays you loved it but other days you felt alone.

Continuing to look outside the rain started to give you some inspiration for a new idea. You went into your room and quickly changed into everyday attire. Grabbed your bag, notebook, as well as an umbrella soon headed out the door.

You walked into your favorite coffee shop and order a simple iced coffee. The shop was busy but your luck was in favor when your favorite spot in the shop was available.

Sitting down and setting your stuff down you looked outside the window you were next to, the rain was still pouring.

Once your coffee was on the table, you put in your airpods and began writing. You were transported to a world of fantasy, the year was 1719 a time where supernatural beings roamed around in hoping to just fit in a have a normal life. Vampires and witches were the most common in the city of Berxley but they were impossible to spot. Chris was a recently turned vampire who was still trying to live his life as a normal human searching for a way to stay with his love forever. He didn’t want to turn her since he didn’t want to cause any physical harm to her but he knew there must be another way to be together. So he made a deal with a young witch to let his love live forever, but instead, he ended up losing her.

The story to you felt so real as if you could understand the pain your main character was feeling, the loneliness.

Chan happened to walk into the same coffee shop, once walking in he looked around and spotted you. He couldn’t believe his eye, after not seeing you for so long he thought he would never see you again.

He noticed how busy the shop was and how there was a chair empty in front of you, so he took his chance and walked up to your table. Lightly he tapped on your shoulder “Hi, do you mind if I sit here,” a tall blonde stranger asked you “there are no empty tables left,” he smiled showing off his dimple.

You had to admit you were taken by surprise, why would someone like him want to sit with someone like you? What did you have that draw him closer to you?

“Um, yeah sure,” you stuttered your words out moving your bag out of the way.

“I’m Chan,” he said extending his hand for a handshake.

Okay now you were really confused at was going on but you look at him and there it was that smile and those dimples. Well, there’s no turning back from what you are about to do.

“I’m y/n,” you shook his hand and a small smile grew on your face.

There it was, the smile that made Chan’s heart beat out of his chest. He wanted to hug you and never let you go but knew that you would find it weird for a complete stranger to be hugging you. But the only that you didn’t know was the two of you weren’t strangers.

“Are you a writer?” Chan asked pointing to your book.

“Yeah, I’m studying literature at the University of Seoul,” you replied looking down and fidgeting with your pencil.

“Can I read some of your work?”.

“Bold move to be asking, how can I be sure that you are not also a writer who going to rip-off my stories?”

“I promise, the only storytelling that I do is through music,” he said leaning towards you and setting his hands on the table.

“Oh, so you write songs?”

“Write, produce, sometimes sings,” he shrugged his shoulder like it wasn’t a bad deal.

Shaking your head you couldn’t believe what you about to do. “Okay, I’ll let you read my stories, but only if you sing me something first,”.

Wow, where was this sudden blast of confident coming from? Normally in a situation where you have to talk to strangers, you barely say a whole sentence. Why was talking to Chan so natural for you?

“Is me singing going to prove anything y/n? Here how about we do this, let me take you out for the rest of the day doing the craziest adventures, and if I convince you that I’m a generally nice human being, am I allow to read your stories?”.

“Okay fine, but you have just a day,” you said closing your notebook and putting it off to the side. “But if you get to read my stories, I should be able to hear you sing?” crossing your hands and leaning back in your chair.

“Deal,” Chan set both of his hands on the table and looked at you with his soft brown eyes “so y/n what are some interesting facts that no one knows?”.

“Oh so we're just going to dive into this okay well, I moved around my entire life due to my mom’s job so I pretty much been around the globe. When I got accepted into university it was a way for me to live a one time for some time”.

“And when did you start writing?” Chan asked setting his hand on his cheek cause he was so happy that he found you again.

“I’m getting there,” you smiled and looked at your notebook. “I think due to moving a ton I began to write about characters who go on different type of adventures like me, I really loved it as a child and here I am studying it,”.

“Oh, where did you move as a child? Maybe our paths have crossed before and we didn’t know it,”.

“Most places in Europe and American,” you said reaching for your coffee. “What about you, what’s your story?”.

Chan really didn’t know what to say, he really can’t blurt out that he was a vampire or that he knew you before.

“I was born and raised in Sydney but I moved to Seoul around the time I was 13 with my mother for her work and my father and two young siblings decided to in Sydney. It was hard being away from my family but they were still young so my parents did want to make them leave all of their friends,”.

“But you had to leave your friends,” you said lowkey feeling sorry for him.

“It’s okay, I went back to Sydney to see them and I made a bunch of friends in I moved here, I consider them to be like family,” he said with a smile on his face thinking about his vampire family.

“Well that’s is good,” you returned a smile to him.

“So do you wanna go on an adventure?” he asked getting out of his seat and held his hand out for you.

“It depends what the adventure is? If we’re going to jump off of buildings I’m going to have to kindly decline that offer,” you looked up at him from your seat.

“Come on, I promise by the end of the day you are going to enjoy today and would totally be down to hanging out with me again,” he raised his eyebrow.

“FINE,” you set your hand in his and smile at him.

Soon the two of you were out the door and on your way on a crazy adventure. The two fo you got onto a bus and it brought you to the Guangdong district. The two of you continued to talk about your interest and goals for life.

Meeting Chan was so crazy cause he would of fit your character Chris if it ever turned into a movie, but you would one hundred percent dye his blonde hair brunette.

“We are here,” Chan said getting up from the bus seat and you followed.

“Chan, where are we going?” you asked looking around. They were many things that one can do in this area but you have no idea what he had in store.

“Well, you wanted to hear me sing right? So we are going to a karaoke room,”.

“That yay, I finally get get to hear you sing and only you sing,”.

"Oh no, y/n you are so joining me for a song or two, there is no one I’m going to be the only one who going to be singing,” he looked at you and then linked you're in the arm with his.

“Chan, I don’t sing,,, like at all,” stopping in the middle of the sidewalk with a look of fear on your face.

“Come on, I think you will be fine,” he said holding the door open for you.

Heading in you have a strange feeling in your stomach. Okay, you can do it you thought to yourself.

“Okay,” Chan walked up to you with the song guide in his hand “we have our room and we have an hour to have fun,”.

“Oh funny,” you said with fear in your eyes.

Once inside the karaoke, you sat down right next to Chan.

Hearing him sing made you feel so warm on the inside. You could really tell that singing was something that he is really passionate about.

“Okay, let’s make a deal, if I can guess your favorite song you have to sing a duet with me,” Chan looked over at you and smile.

“There like over one hundred songs I highly doubt that you will figure out my favorite song,”.

“I think I have you figured out,” he looked at you and then at the screen.

You watched as he scrolled through the list of songs and landed on one by The Beatles. Slowly you moved to the edge of your seat as and then look back at him as he picked your favorite song.

“You don't realize how much I need you, love you all the time and never leave you. Please come on back to me. I'm lonely as can be. I need you,”.

All the memories of this song started to form as you remembered your father singing this to you before you went to bed. It was your favorite part of your bedtime routine and you still play it before you head off to bed.

“Said you had a thing or two to tell me. how was I to know you would upset me?”.

Hearing Chan sing this song made you want to be around him more, it’s like he understood who you are as a person. From the moment you met him you didn’t want to stop having a conversation.

“I didn't realize as I looked in your eyes you told me, oh yes, you told me you don't want my lovin' anymore. that's when it hurt me and feeling like this I just can't go on anymore,”.

He turned to you and had his hand out, you grabbed it and stood up walking close to him.

The microphone was in between the two of you.

Letting out a soft sigh you began to sing that next verses with him.

“Please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you so, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you”.

Stepping back you felt your heart beating fast, and you felt like you were getting butterflies in your stomach.

It can’t be you weren’t totally not falling for this stranger, but yet you wanted to spend more and more time with him.

“But when you told me, you don't want my lovin' anymore. That's when it hurt me and feeling like this, I just can't go on anymore”.

The way that Chan was singing this song it felt like he too had a strong connection to it.

He looked down at the ground and then again into your eyes as he finished the song.

“Please remember how I feel about you, I could never really live without you. So, come on back and see just what you mean to me. I need you,”.

As the song was ending the two of you were standing you felt so connected to Chan. Your hour was up and both you and chan collected all of your belongings and handed out.

“Let me walk you to your appointment, it’s getting late,” he said holding your hand again.

All you did was smile and nod soon the two of you headed towards the bus stop.

Finding seats was easy since it wasn’t rush hour. Chan was tired and you could tell so you let him have his rest.

During this time you rewrote the story that you come up with in the cafe again. Since your character reminded you so make about Chan you thought it was appropriate to let him read that story. Plus you did promise him that you would let him read your work if you heard him sing and a deal is a deal.

Once you arrived at your stop you gentle woke Chan up and help him off the bus.

He was still in a sleepy state but you didn’t mind as he did look kinda cute.

“Hey sleepy head,” you said running your hand through his soft blonde hair. “We made it to my appointment complex, thank you for an amazing day I truly had a great time,”.

Chan smiled softly as he missed you dearly.

You handed him a slip of paper and headed into your complex.

Chan looked down “I really did have a great time and hope we can do it again, I promised you that you could read one of my stories so here is one of them, enjoy and text me xxx-xxx-xxxx - y/n”.

With a smile on his face he got on the next bus to his apartment, he started to your story and tears come into his eyes. He was surprised at the fact that the story was about the two of you. He knows that when he turned into a vampire it was the hardest time for you and when he made that deal with the witch well that was the worst decision of his life.

“Hey, where have you been?” Jeongin asked once Chan enter the apartment.

“I was out with y/n all day actually, and they remember me, will not me right now but our first life together, god Jeongin I missed them so much and to read that they remember me even if they think our story is a piece of fiction it still makes me happy,” tears started to roll down Chan’s face.

“Hey they at going to remember you and fall for you all over again,” Jeongin walked over to him.

“I miss them so much, today was such an amazing day I’m hoping that we will have another day like today,”.

[giapism]

January Reading Updates

Since we’ve just reached the end of the first month of 2020, I thought I’d take some time to share with you all what I’ve been reading and also write a short review about each book (else I’ll completely forget what I read by the end of the year...) The books are listed in the order that I completed them in. 

(*): Read in Vietnamese 

1. American Gods - Neil Gaiman

Neil is perhaps my favorite storyteller ever, and he particularly excels in building strange yet captivating worlds that do a great job of making humans seem more human than ever, despite the fact nothing remotely conforming to the human-norm happens (except marriage problems--I suppose even gods and demi-gods are dumb motherfuckers when it comes to love.)

American Gods follows Shadow, a widower freshly released from jail as he tags alongside a suspiciously rich “Mr. Wednesday” (later revealed to be an undercover God), on a quest to convince the old, forgotten Gods of America to rise up and fight the new Gods (Technology, Media etc.) The book pulls up many characters from Irish, Norse, Hindu, Slavic, African and Egyptian folklore and so on, and offers a very refreshing take on religion in modern society. Although Gaiman didn’t dive deep into any specific culture, it’s a helpful start to continue learning about religion and folklore all over the world. There is a lot of information and I can only imagine how painstaking the research process must have been.  

Genre-wise, I don’t think this book fits into any at all. There’s history, fantasy, horror, maybe some thriller too. The idea of a giant war with hundreds of Gods is very ambitious, so the book does get a little messy and all-over-the-place at times. I’d call it “jigsaw-puzzling”, though, you’re given lots of information that doesn’t seem to make sense, but gradually everything comes together at the end and I absolutely love getting to the end and exclaiming “OH! So THAT’S what it was about” I find that the suspense-building in this book very well-done, too. The only criticism I have is that the ending felt a bit... lacking. You had all this build up, this gigantic feud, but everything’s resolved so simply you almost feel cheated. Or maybe I just have something against how Armageddon-type stories (where 2 sides fight to death) keep ending. Other than that, considering how hard this topic is to write about, I’m flabbergasted at how well Neil pulled it off.

Overall rating: 8/10

2. The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck - Mark Manson

Everyone was raving about it so I had to give it a go. For those of you who don’t know, this is a self-help book aiming to show you how to re-purpose your life, communicate effectively and live productively. Surprisingly, it only took me 2 afternoons to finish (I always find self-help books are easier to read than fiction, don’t know why). It’s written very informally and feels more like a humorous conversation with a loving but foul-mouthed friend, which makes it easy to digest whether you’re a 10th grader being peer-pressured to apply to US Colleges or a 53-year old electrician just realising you actually wanted to be a novelist. The only requirement for the the advice to be useful is that you kind of need to mess up a lot.

However, I found that there weren’t that many new things in the book. Mostly, it just reminded us of the things we already knew but consciously (or subconsciously) decide to shove under the carpet, OR put into words things we kind of already think, but don’t know how to explain. There is, no doubt, lots of helpful advice but like all self-help books, I find it too much to remember (unless you’re going to re-read it 20 times), and when I finished, out of the dozens of pieces of advice I only remembered one, “People who make changes aren’t flashy and don’t about what they’re going to do a lot. They just do it.” And from then on I shut up about my plans and just worked on them. Everyone’s going to have their own takeaways relevant to their lives, and I’d encourage you to read it just to see if you can find anything interesting. If out of 20 things, you remember 2-3 things that work for you, that’s still a win.

What I enjoyed the most was actually reading the stories/examples of real people at the beginning of each chapter before getting into the “lecture” part. 

Overall rating: 6.9/10 

3. Dracula - Bram Stoker

A classic in gothic horror. I actually started reading this last year and the first third of the book telling Jonathan’s fearful stays at Count Dracula’s castle had me hooked - it’s written in beautiful, elegant language which we hardly ever hear anymore, and does such a wonderful job conveying the characters’ fears, thoughts and emotions. But the moment Jonathan leaves the castle and the book switches to other characters’ stories, it just got so long and boring that I stopped reading for 3 months altogether and forgot which character was which because there were so many men. The “dull chapters” stretch on for at least a quarter of the book, and things only get interesting again when Dracula returns to the story and certain characters start turning into vampires. The rest of the story follows the “heroes” as they try to defeat the Count and bring peace to his victims, and although many parts are suspenseful and very clever, the ending is also so easily achieved that it’s a bit of a downer. 

The whole book is written in diary entrees, journal entrees and letters of different characters (I’ve only read single-person diaries before) which was surprisingly pleasant in that you feel like you know the characters and by the end, you grow quite fond of them. It even inspired me to start keeping a diary again. It also made me start speaking like an old Englishman for the few days after completion, because I hadn’t really shaken off the language yet. Everyone seemed to be much more caring towards each other in those days, and through the letters I picked up some romantic phrases of which my favorite has been “And so, as you love me, and he loves me, and I love you with all the moods and tenses of the verb, I send you simply his ‘love’ instead.” Lovely, isn’t it? 

Overall rating: 7/10

4. Days at Morisaki Bookstore /  Những Giấc Mơ Ở Hiệu Sách Morisaki - Satoshi Yagisawa*

I’m not sure of the popularity of this book, it seems quite lowkey but has a surprising amount of reviews on Good Reads and even has a film adaptation. I happened to find it on my bookshelf and finished it in one afternoon (it was only 150-ish pages.)

Genre-wise, I’d call it Slice of Life although I don’t know if books are even allowed to be called that, or just anime. There is generally no real plot, only character development as Takako (main character) gets dumped by her cheating boyfriend and moves into her uncle’s antique bookstore to re-charge, gradually finding herself learning to appreciate books and the people around her. It’s a very simple storyline, and there’s almost nothing very special about the main character, but maybe that’s what makes it a relaxing read - because in reality, most humans aren’t the special snowflakes and oddballs we think. Admittedly, I started off finding Takako very annoying, but as she grew through the story, I found myself empathizing with her. For me, the book is a reminder to take things slower in life, remember to recharge and learn to see the beauty in simple things around you. It had a happy ending, too. Good for lazy reads, you don’t really have to think much - just sit there with a nice cup of tea and go with the flow. 

Overall rating: 7/10

5. The Oldest Parents With The Youngest Child / Những Tháng Năm Rực Rỡ - Ae-ran Kim*

I. Loved. This. Even now it’s left me with a tumble of emotions that I don’t even know how to describe, and I can say for sure that it’s made it to my list of favorite books of all time. 

The story recounts the life of a 17-year-old boy with progeria (a disease that makes his body age 4x as fast as a regular person, meaning he has the body of an 80-year-old) and his parents, who had him when they were 17. It talks of the struggles of teen parents learning to cope with an unintended pregnancy, their financial and mental hardships raising a child whilst also battling his illness, and also of the main character’s steel-hard resilience and love for life despite his condition. It actually made me feel ashamed of myself for being perfectly healthy, but not being as curious and hungry to learn, and most of all, to have a perfectly functioning laptop and not be writing. Other than that, it also humanizes persons with disabilities, showing that they too can fall in love, get anxious when ghosted and want to sneakily drink alcohol despite being underaged - anything a typical 17 year old might do. After this book, for the first time in a long time I felt that every aspect of life was truly wonderful and that I was lucky to be here. I also made a list of 30 challenges to do these coming months, to understand and enjoy life more and will keep you updated on my progress. 

Even though the book is written from the perspective of a boy with progeria, the author herself is a perfectly healthy woman in her 40s (who did a lot of research before writing, I’m sure). Yet somehow she’s able to tell the story so vividly, convincingly and emotionally that I feel like I’m in his body, living his life and feeling his disappointment and excitement. The tone is so natural, so nonchalant it just feels like a leaf smoothly riding the breeze down the the ground. Reading this book, I’m reminded again of how powerful a tool literature is in sharing ideas, bridging humans and building empathy. I’m in awe of not just the main character for pushing through his difficulties the way he did, but also of the author for writing something so powerful it changed the way I looked at life. It makes me want to write stories like this one day, too. I just don’t know what to say about this book other than I really loved it. 

Overall rating: 9/10

And that’s it for this month! I’ve only just gotten back on track with reading and remembering how fun it is. Hopefully someone will find this helpful and maybe pick up one of these books. I’ll see you guys next month!

[hailene]

Perfect Imperfection

Perfect Imperfection| part one

Characters: Jaemin x female lead, Chenle x female lead (the girl will go by the name of Aeri)

Genre: fluff, angst, writer!au, highschool!au

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: Aeri is the teenager who writes. Finding inspiration in anything surrounds her, her ideas go wild once she meets the perfect character, Na Jaemin. As a writer becomes obsessive with their favourite character, Aeri grows a weird passion for the bright boy. However, she's so focused on painting Jaemin as perfectly as possible, that she ignores the furry of fiery hair that takes her to night walks and shows her secret places around the town. Despite knowing everything, she forgets that playing with fire means getting burnt. And that sometimes, when we remember to stop, it's too late.

part one》 part two》 part three

"You can't possibly expect me to accept your chocolate milk as apology for hitting me with a basketball, Hyuck." I sigh as try to figure out my time table.

"Oh c'mon, I didn't even hit you that ha-..."

"What was your name again?" I tease him, furrowing my eyebrows as soon as I realize that tomorrow I literally had two classes at the same time. "What the hell?"

"What's wrong?" Jeno asks me, peaking over my left shoulder to look at the paper in my hands. "Wow, sociology and physics at the same time? I knew you were an ace but that's a bit extra terrestrial."

I sigh.

"Tell me about it." I say. "I didn't even want to take physics this year but apparently, the principal made the other choice be chemistry."

I turn around to face Jeno with clear despair written across my face. Dramatic as I absolutely adored to be.

"And I hate chemistry."

"I know, hun." He sighs, knowing about my absolute lack of desire to study chemistry. "You should go to the secretary so you can solve this. I'll ask Jeongin to cover this class for you."

I smile and hug him tightly.

"Thanks, Jen, you're the best." I say and run towards the other end of the school hall, ready to get my shit together for the first time during the new school year.

As I was preparing myself to enter the office, the door suddenly opened, making me step back in bewilderment. A hazelnut-haired boy stepped out of the room, a sweet smile plastered on his lips. His puppy-like eyes made him look young, maybe even younger than me, but his body figure was saying something else. He was definitely new, judging by his clothes. Really, nobody bothers to dress fancy around here, unless they want to prove something. And this boy was too good-looking to have anything else to prove, except the fact that he's willed to study and be nice to everyone.

Fun.

All my thoughts vanished when we made eye contact, finally making me aware of my physical presence there, reminding me that I am not some ghost that he can't see and I can't keep staring at him forever.

However, he simply nodded his head in apology for startling me and left. I shruged it off and entered the office, ignoring that spark deep inside that was telling me he was perfect.

By the end of the school week, I actually manage to realize I wasn't missing it that much. The one and only thing that I was missing about school was the incredible desire to write that it was giving me. I could write novels and novels... just so I don't have to do my homework. I would write wherever, whenever. During classes, during lunch, with my friends or alone. It didn't matter. If I was getting stroken by some heavenly idea, there was nothing that could stop me.

The perfect character.

That's what I was doing too when Renjun came to me this evening, while I was sitting on the edge of the basketball court. He sat near me in silence for a few minutes, before actually voicing out the actual reason why he came in the first place.

"The writing contest is starting again soon." He says and I nod. "But miss Kang told me she doesn't want you to participate."

I turn around to face him, my eyes wide in disbelief. This contest has been one of my greatest motivations ever since middle school and I can't let her take this away from me. Why would miss Kang even do that? She loves me. Or at least so I thought? Have I done something wrong? Did I annoy her with my infinite questions regarding the use of tenses or anything of this kind? Hell, I knew I should've kept it lowkey...

"What? She can't do tha-..."

"I'm not done yet." Renjun says calmly. "She doesn't want you to participate because you'd win anyway."

I smile softly and sigh. Renjun has always been somehow gentle but ruthless at the same time. And he's my only friend who truly understands my passion for writing. Not necessarily because he'd be passionate about this too, but because he's interested in understanding the people around him. And honestly, that's one of the things that make him such a great blessing.

"So she told me to ask you if you'd like to be one of the judges." He continues and I look at him bewildered once again.

"She what?" I ask surprised.

"I know you heard it the first time." He smiles. "Is that an yes?"

"Oh my God, Renjun, this is... this is..."

My dream ever since I was like 12.

"Insane." I finish my sentence.

Renjun smiles in response as I close my eyes and sigh, trying to collect myself.

"So I think you accept the offer-..."

"Of course I do!" I say maybe a bit too loud.

I smile awkwardly, telepathically apologizing for startling him with my loud voice. He shrugs.

"Cool then." He says standing up. "I'll see you around."

***

"The try-outs for the basketball team are on Thursday and I barely heard anybody being interested in coming." Jeno sighs while sticking a poster on the notice board.

"Don't worry, I'm sure people will come." I say as I hand him another poster. "The basketball team is pretty cool after all."

"Because I'm part of it." He smiles sheepishly and I punch his arm. "Didn't hurt at all."

I stick my tongue out to him but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Why doesn't Renjun want to join?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"He's actually doing a pretty good job as unofficial manager so I can't really mind." My bestfriend says, looking at the posters he has pinned so far. "How many do we have left?"

"About ten." I say looking at the posters in my hands.

Jeno sighs. I wish I could do something to lift his mood. I wish I could make him believe the try-outs aren't going to be crappy, but I am not too sure about it myself. He loves the basketball team so much and he would certainly do almost anything for it. The passion that he has is inspiring, but sometimes, it's too much for his own good. However, I guess it doesn't really matter as long as he loves his job, does it?

"Let's go and stick those at each of the entrances and the notice board from outside." He says and I head towards the entrance of the building.

As I prepare to go around the corner, heading to the entrance hall, I suddenly bump into somebody, making me fall on the ground with all the posters that I was initially holding flying around me.

"Crap, I'm so sorry!" I hear somebody saying and the next thing I know is that somebody helps me stand up.

The hazelnut-haired boy I met on the first day of school at secretary's office.

Looking even finer than back then.

"Are you okay?" He asks me, waking me up from my thoughts once again.

I nod as I bend down to gather the posters. The hazelnut-haired boy rushes to help me, handing me the posters that he's gathered when we're done.

"Aeri, what ha-... oh, Jaemin? What are you doing here?" I hear Jeno asking as soon as he approaches us.

Jaemin? So that's the name of the hazelnut-haired boy?

But how does my bestfriend know him?

"I realized I'd left in my locker some books that I need so I came to take them." The boy in front of me answers with a bright smile on his lips.

God, he's gorgeous.

"Oh, the try-outs for the basketball team?" Jaemin asks pointing towards the posters in my hand. "I'm thinking of giving it a chance, to be honest..."

"Really?" Jeno says. "That would be awesome, we're actually pretty much in need of people at the moment."

"I guess I'll come then." Jaemin says happily. "Ah, do you guys need help with sticking these?"

"Well, unless you have anything else to do, sure, why not?" Jeno smiles, looking at me and reassuring me it's fine.

Fine.

"I'm Jaemin, by the way." He says, extending his hand in front of me, a charming smile plastered on his lips.

"Aeri." I say, shaking his hand.

"Wait, you're the girl from the secretary office, right?" He asks and I feel my face heating in embarassment.

"Uh... yeah..." I say and he chuckles.

"I was in a rush back then, I didn't even realize that I hadn't stopped to apologize for bumping into you." He says and a small smile makes its way up to my lips.

"Nah, that's alright."

We finish pinning up the posters while having small talk and Jaemin proves himself to be an actual kind and funny guy, which didn't surprise me that much. I could tell by his bright smile and the sparkles in his eyes that he had something special. That he would be somebody worth writing about. But there was a part of me that couldn't believe him. It couldn't believe his perfect fit for a prince from the fairytales. There had to be something twisted about him. A hidden side of him. And I was ready to find out what that was about.

***

I try to gather up my things as fast as possible after the physics class, pretty bothered by the fact that I didn't understand half of today's lesson. Well, true, that might also be because I was sketching out some ideas on my writing notebook rather than paying complete attention to the class. As I try to make my way out of the class, I bump into somebody. Why do I have to bump into somebody everyday lately? I drop my books like a loser and mentally slap myself for not taking time to put them in my backpack instead of deciding to carry them in my hands. I rush to gather them all and my eyes meet a furry of firey hair and I feel myself smiling.

Zhong Chenle. The actual sun of my year. And not just because of his newly dyed orange hair, but also because of his blinding-bright personality.

I've never been close to him, to be honest. We have never been closer than classmates are supposed to be because I simply couldn't find any reason for me to do otherwise. He was smiling to everybody, friends with everybody and nice to everybody. But at the same time, he belonged to no one, which is why I personally thought his new hair colour suited him perfectly, he was like the sun: warm but at the same time, far, far away.

He lifts his head to look at me while gathering his books and gives me a small smile that, if I didn't know him at all, I would take as a playboyish smirk. But no, that's simply his natural smile.

"Haven't seen anybody rushing so much out of the class lately." He chuckles. "You okay?"

"Just trying to leave the bad energy behind as soon as possible." I say and his loud laugh echoes in the class, some of the other kids throwing him annoyed glares. But he didn't care.

"People use to tell me all the bad energy dissappears when I step into the room." Chenle says and it's my turn to chuckle.

"Well, I guess the level of bad energy from this specific class is too much for you to handle."

I stand up and he does the same. I look at him and smile without being able to hold back. Then, I leave. But if I had looked behind me just once, I would have seen him looking back.

That evening, Jeno and Donghyuck came over with a box of cookies freshly baked by Jeno's mom. She loves me and Hyuck loves her cookies, therefore the combination. Despite the fact that it was supposed to be a study night, we end up talking about random things while emptying the cookie box.

"So, are you still writing if you're not in the writing contest?" Donghyuck asks me, his chipmunk cheeks stuffed with cookies, crumbs around his mouth.

"Of course." I say smiling. "I'm not writing just for contests."

"A mundane like you wouldn't understand." Jeno adds and I laugh at the sight of Hyuck's frown which made him look like an annoyed squirrel.

"As if you're not a mundane too..." he mutters.

"I am one of the chosen mundanes." Jeno smirks and Donghyuck rolls his eyes, making me roll back on my bed in laughter.

"Maybe... I would understand better if I saw..." I hear Hyuck saying and before I can react, I hear him standing up and heading towards my desk.

Heck no.

"Don't you dare, Lee Donghyuck!" I shout as I stumble towards him.

But I'm not fast enough. He picks up my notebook from my desk and opens it with pure curiosity on his face.

"Hyuck, Hyuckie, please just don't, it's really personal-..."

"Newton's first law of motion predicts the behavior of objects for which all existing forces are balanced." He reads and I stop in the midst of my action. "I mean... it's truly personal. So personal that I think I have written the same thing in my physics class last year."

He shrugs.

"Did you change the covers so I couldn't recognize which of these is your writing notebook?" He asks, searching through the tower of books and notebooks that was sitting peacefully on my desk. "That's actually really smart!"

However, all I can do is stare at the notebook in horror. I have certainly never written anything related to my school subjects in that notebook so how did that de-...

Wait a second.

I pick up the notebook Donghyuck originally opened and I flip its pages, searching for anything familiar. Anything that might assure me this belongs to me.

This is not my handwriting.

The physics class. The physics class. The physics-...

I freeze.

Class.

"Crap!" I mutter and both Hyuck and Jeno look at me confused.

"What's up?" Donghyuck asks. "Look, I mean... it's cool that you write about Newton's second law in your writing notebook but-..."

He stops when he sees me franatically shaking my head.

"That." I point towards the foreign notebook sitting on my desk like a cursed thing. "That isn't mine."

"Then whose is it?" Jeno asks confused. "It looks exactly like your notebook."

I know, right?

"It's Chenle's." I say but my voice comes out as a terrified whisper.

"Wait what?" Hyuck says, almost choking on his cookie. "Chenle? As in Zhong Chenle? That carrot head in your year who laughs louder than the fire alarm?"

I nod, too shocked to laugh at his funny but accurate description of my classmate.

"Why do you have his notebook?" Jeno asks.

I cover my face with hands and sigh, then take a deap breath to explain the situation to them as shortly as possible.

"We bumped into each other and I think we accidentally took each other's notebook." I say as the realisation hits me. "Guys, he has my writing notebook!"

I fall on the floor of my bedroom.

"I am screwed." I cry. "If he reads it, my life is over."

"Why?" Donghyuck asks confused. "Did you write about him-...?"

"No, you don't understand!" I shout. "Those ideas, those words, anything that I write there, all of it is... it's... it's personal! It's a piece of my that I wouldn't give to anybody-..."

I break off.

"Hey, it's alright, ask him to return it to you tomorrow." Jeno says, trying to calm me down but for the first time, it's useless.

"No no no, if I tell him that, he'll be fully aware of the fact that the notebook doesn't belong to him and his curiosity might make him read it-... DAMN what should I do?" I say as I pace around my room, massaging my head.

Suddenly, an idea pops in my head.

I turn towards my friend.

"Hyuckieee, my favourite friend... you know I love you so dearly..."

"Okay, what's up with that cringey smile and disgustingly fake affectionate words?" He asks, taking a step back.

"You'd help me right? I'm your friend and you love me so you'd help me, right? Right, Hyuck?" I ask, stepping closer to him.

His eyes widden in terror.

"For fuck's sake, Aeri, just say whatever you need, you know I hate when you do this."

I chuckle. That was the point after all.

"Give me Chenle's address." I demand. "As soon as possible."

"I don't know it." He shrugs.

"But you can find it out." I smile sweetly and he rolls his eyes.

I put on a dark hoodie while Donghyuck taps something on his phone. Jeno watches us patiently, moving his gaze between me and Hyuck occasionally.

"I texted you the address." He says, putting his phone back in the pocket of his black jeans. "But what are you gonna do? Break into his house?"

"Wait, Aeri, you're not gonna break into his house, are you?"

He chuckles and I say nothing as I take Chenle's notebook and my phone and head towards the door. When Hyuck realizes I haven't answered his question, his chuckles suddenly stop.

"Of course not." I say smiling. "Just surprise him. See you guys later!"

I close the door behind me, leaving them alone in my room.

"Was that really Chenle's address?" Jeno asks after some time.

"Nope." Donghyuck answers shifting.

Jeno looks at him expectantly.

"Jaemin's." He continues, an innocent smile on his lips.

Jeno sighs but smiles shortly after, shaking his head, amuzed by the whole situation.

"C'mon, man." He says standing up. "We have to visit the Zhong ressidence tonight."

A/N: Hello, everybody! This is my first tumblr fic, did you enjoy the first part? How do you feel about it so far? I'll update soon!

hailene x

[magistralucis]

1 3 5 11 13 and 14 for mossflower pretty please! 💞

Your wish is my command.

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1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Mainly two things: I had been neglecting the ‘Absurdité’ tag on my blog, and also a Steak fic was way overdue for the fandom. That’s one film where the high level of fandom awareness didn’t necessarily match the fandom content available for it; more Steak stuff has emerged since in the fandom, which is a good thing. I was inspired by @kavcore aesthetics, A Clockwork Orange (as Steak is a massive shoutout to that book/film in itself) and one evening where I took a really good hard look at Steak and tried to figure out a narrative.

All this was months before I began The Mossflower. It’s easily the fic I put in the most active preparation time for. (Hiatus fics technically have been in planning for longer, but then I’m not actively thinking about them a lot of the time oops) The Mossflower in its original form was a two-month event in aksug complete with blog theme and aesthetic changes; it’s so far the only narrative in aksug other than ‘Liberté’ that I’ve granted such a change to. The inspiration was powerful enough I felt it merited it.

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

‘With those guys next to me I felt as if I could run a hundred miles nonstop, both alongside and away from them; I wanted to hold onto us as we were now, us superfluous youths (for yes, that is what it means, us lilyborn chellovecks), and yet as I gazed down mine and Dan’s hands together I knew that it could not - should not - must not stay this way, the red-white tide within me starting to subside.’

I could honestly insert any of Félix’s rambling monologues because I did want The Mossflower to be the kind of story that kills you immediately in the solar plexus with every other entry, but I think this one ‘line’ says it all 😭 welcome to adulthood and responsibility!

5: What part was hardest to write?

Everything. It’s lowkey highkey one of the most challenging things I have ever written.

First, Steak is set during what appears to be summer, so I physically waited until summer to start publishing it. This did not mean I could wait until summer to put down the first words, so in between finishing up Season 2 of ‘Liberté’, I was writing a lot of The Mossflower in bits and pieces too.

Second, Steak is ultimately an urban slice-of-life story (despite its surrealistic morality system), so I decided an epistolary fic was the best way to translate such a universe into text: this would be done in the form of Félix’s diary entries. Diary entries are regular, so they had to be updated in real time, matching times of the day where certain events happen in Steak (e.g. Georges is beaten up at night; the diary entries about this were all updated during the night, albeit in GMT).

In the middle of this I also had to work out Félix’s argot system (required very quick familiarity with Nadsat), the time in between each event of Steak, and how quickly Félix’s feelings about everything should change between events. And I tell you, writing in argot is really hard. I have no idea how Anthony Burgess did it, except that he was a linguist and I’m not, which tbf made all the difference. Had I known more Russian in 2017 I might have found it easier to get used to.

Now that I wrote out the whole process it all sounds sort of overbearing. 😰The inspiration was quick, the amount of work taken to translate it into a story was not. I’ve something like 158 pages of notes still remaining. But all that work motivated me to keep going. The Mossflower gave me a lot of trouble, but it really is a baby of mine. I’m really happy how it turned out.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

There’s a lot about it that was fleeting, and I captured those moments for exactly as long as they needed to be captured.

People reading The Mossflower nowadays probably do it through AO3. That’s what I encourage as well, because Félix wrote a metric ton of entries, and trying to read all of that on Tumblr is a logistical nightmare. But the published fic doesn’t retain much of what it was actually like to see The Mossflower update in real time. So much of it was time-sensitive: having Félix occasionally answer a question, waiting for him to write something new, wondering what he made of a new experience while he was away. The Mossflower was a two-month kayfabe in addition to being a fic, I really had to sell the illusion that Félix was in some way ‘real’ and identifiable. All that gets ironed out in a fic, where weeks of effort are condensed in a few clicks and chapters.

But that’s not a bad thing. For a time, The Mossflower was an exercise in lived experience. Such experiences are difficult to repeat exactly as they were, but they do become memory, and that’s what I hope helped this story linger in the minds of the few who followed it from the start. The fic was exactly as long as it needed to be, in the form it needed to be, for the people who needed it the most.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I actually didn’t listen to much of the Steak soundtrack while writing this fic. The only points in which I did were where the Chivers bard (Prisme) was mentioned, and once that was just to get the lyrics of ‘Divine’ 😂😂😂 I also listened to ‘Itea’ when Félix mentioned it, ‘Bleue’ when writing the first major descriptor of Bleue in the story, and that weird drama llama wailing music played while Georges clings desperately to the fence near the end when… Félix was taking part in that sequence. That was pretty much it for the soundtrack.

I did, however, listen to a ton of Todd Rundgren. I think Something/Anything is a very Sebinsky album in general, just in different forms in every time, and the album worked its magic for the The Mossflower too. ‘The Night the Carousel Burnt Down’ will always have a special place in my heart.

14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Not so much learn, as to think about themselves (if they were comfortable with that), or simply about what it means for a young boy to fall in love one dreamy summer. Félix reaches a lot of moral conclusions, but none of them need be agreed upon by the readers for a fulfilling experience. It’s a very cruel story with some very skewed views on humanity, though the cruelty is because youths that age can be cruel, and the viewpoint thing is… well, it’s Oizo. But there are honest parts, too, honest in the kind or at least softly bewildered sort of way, and if those moments led the readers to pause in thought, I consider it a job well done.

All that is retrospective, however. The most important goal immediately during and after the story was to make @lisa-franck a very happy soul 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[espship18]

Kpop ship for Anon

Hey everyone! Okay so, after a crazy week, I was finally able to finish a ship! This ship is for an anon who didn’t give themselves a name, so anon, I hope you recognize your description and you enjoy! 

Based off of your request, I learned these things about you: 

You’re 5′2 with short brown hair and big brown eyes 

You’re also half Saudi and half Morocan 

You’re artistic 

You like to try different fashion styles- and most fashionable among your friends

You’re described as friendly and you also enjoy volunteering me too!

Some hobbies of yours: drawing, reading, playing video games, and shopping

It takes a lot for you to get mad, but when you do-watch out 

You’re also an Aquarius OMG ME TOO 

And you’re also very smart

And in your request, you asked to be shipped with BTS, NCT, and Stray Kids! This is my first Stray Kids ship as well! Let’s do this ^^

BTS: Taehyung

Alrighty, you two are smol bean who want to giggle, love, and spread love around the world. And by the way, Taehyung would be completely head over heels for you, so keep that in mind. I’m not saying he would be that guy that would circle his life ENITRELY around you, but you are a big part in his life, so you are in top priorities. In this ship, I think Taehyung would be drawn to you almost instantly. If looks could kill, imagine what happens to him when he learns more about you. Taehyung would admire your short hair, let’s just put that out there to the world. He would love to play with your hair, twirling the little strands in his fingers, and you also look really good with short hair, so, he can’t resist. Taehyung would also love that you’re super personable, humble, and down to earth as well. I think your humbleness would be Taehyung’s favorite thing about you. There’s something about when a person is humble that makes them so irresistible and Taehyung is our humble king, so like yeah, he needs a queen(or king if you identify differently) sooooooo… (: Moving right along, Taehyung would be the best boyfriend ever. Again, laying out the facts here, but you’ll understand why. You’re forever showered in affection, he’s 110% honest with you, he’s the best listener, he’s sympathetic, you name is, Tae’s it. He’s just a whole package deal bro. I can see honesty being a big part in your relationship bc without trust, you can’t have a relationship, especially since Tae is a world wide known celebrity. Of course there are other factors about relationships that are extremely important, but if Tae isn’t honest with you for certain parts while he’s gone, you can’t trust him ya know? But you never have to worry about a thing. A penny for a thought, I think he would admire your skill and love for video games. He would love to see you light up about a certain update and he would love to buy you merch from your fav games. Date night is crazy and spontaneous, it’s Taehyung. I wanna touch on this bc this is perfect: fashionpassion. We all know Tae is a fashion icon, but you two would experiment so much with your styles and you both enjoy dressing each other as well Couples outfits or matching outfits are a must, how can you not do that? Lastly, PDA. Taehyung is a puppy/bear hybrid ball of fluff, so he’s always wanting hugs and kisses. He enjoys latching himself around you so he can get your love. You don't mind it, it’s quite cute and you also find it endearing because Tae isn’t afraid to be needy. Lastly, kisses all over. Soft peck and cheek kisses. Imagine Tae’s soft lips pecking yours- ahh, I’m jealous. 

NCT: Yuta 

The world is your oyster. That was the first thing I thought of when I made this ship decision. You and Yuta would have the best friend lover sort of love and you’re both spontaneous and enjoy life in the moment. I wanna emphasize spontaneous because you two get and go and you two are very much in love, so buckle up. Also, just because Yuta is very mischievous and stubborn- don’ t let that fool you. Yuta would be a needy boyfriend. He’d enjoy having you around, knowing you’re close, it’d help him stay calm. And Yuta is also not afraid to show that he is needy for you. It doesn’t matter if he’s voicing his need to you in front of the boys or on a V-Live to the fans, if he misses you, he’ll be like ‘yeAAAHHH, I miss Y/n.’ You would also serve as his rock as well. I really like to think you’re down to earth and chill, and that’s what Yuta would need. He would also need someone who’s understanding and a good listener, and you fit that description perfectly. Yuta would always have a safe place to go to and he’s extremely soft when he’s around you. He would have the cute little habit of asking you questions like ‘you still love me right?’ or ‘where do you see ourselves in the future?’ and he also likes to share his grievances when it comes to work. He always asks you if he can vent though, but like, of course you will listen to him. Moving right along, when you and Yuta aren’t soft and cozy at home, you two are wilder than bucks. You would always tag along with Yuta when he would go out with the boys, and sometimes you would even get to travel with them. You love going because you get to see your love do what he loves, and you also get loads of inspiration from the places you go and you’re nearly in a state of euphoria every time you travel. And keep in mind, you’re gonna have Yuta wanting you to participate in activities with the boys, and of course sometimes the boys want you on their team against Yuta. You don’t mind it, a good game of friendly competition, right? I just thought of a cute concept: you two and cartoons. I’m very sure that Yuta would always want you to watch cartoons with him. It would be a cute little tradition/date night thing where you two get some food and snuggle up maybe sometimes making a blanket fort and you binge cartoons. Another thing I can see you two doing is when Yuta is home resting, he’s asleep in your lap and you’re reading a book playing with this hair. PDA is also very needy. His favorite thing to do is give you back hugs, back hugs for days. Super soft hand holding with his thumb rubbing yours, and forehead pecks. WOWO THIS GOT SUEPR SOFT I’M DED.

Stray Kids: Minho 

Oki doki, here we are, in my very first Stray Kids ship, I hope I do them justice. Okay so, you and Minho are super soft cat parents and I am deceased because of it. To the public eye, you two are sort of shy and a quiet couple, but in reality, you and Minho are happy go lucky babes who are giggle and goofy. Straight up, Minho would be your saving grace. If you ever need any sort of pick me up, I can grantee you that Minho will save the day. Whether you are sad, or mad, or frustrating about something, you can count on Minho to do something cute and goofy and you’ll be smiling from ear to ear, not knowing what you were upset about five seconds ago. I can also see Minho bringing out your more extroverted side, so if you two are in public, don't be surprised if you two do something goofy and you’re trending on Instagram for being #couplegoals. You two would go out a lot, sometimes for date nights, most of the time not, and you two love to go out and have an adventure. You two would shop a lot, Minho getting kitty toys for the babies and you get to pamper yourself, although it’s normally Minho doing the pampering. You two get matching outfits sometimes too. The outfits are never identical, but the color ways would be similar and the outfits would compliment each other and you’d look super cute. Again, you two just have that much power that if you wore matching outfits, the internet would lose its shit. Moving right along, you and Minho both have your share of staying in at home. He’s got the three little babies at home he has to take care of, and since he’s super busy with Stray Kids, he would take every opportunity to spend time with his babies as much as he can. You love seeing him with his babies, it’s a softer side of Minho we don’t get to see enough. So like, we count on you to give us that soft content, hah. Playing around with video games is also a must as well, again, friendly competition is always cute and fun. FOOD. DATE NIGHT AND FOOD. LISTEN. Grocery store adventures are one thing, and the main entrée hah, get it?: the cooking process is even more fun. Recipe testing is also a MUST MUST MUST. Sometimes when the recipe fails, you two end up having more fun and more laughs. Sometimes there is a grease fire-- but no blood no foul. But of course you two would find some holy grails and you’d make some bombass foods for dinner/date night. And we can’t forget Jisung- he’s almost your worst enemy. You two lowkey bicker over how much bff and S/o time Minho should get, and Minho just lays back on the couch and chuckles bc you two get so frustrated so easy with each other. Lastly PDA, soft and clingy, both giving and receiving. You both enjoy a lot of hand holding, you like for him to hug you constantly, and he loves to whine and get as many kisses from you as he can. (: 

~STA

[retvenkos]

“so what if we’re wild, we only live once.”

requested

BUCKLE IN FAM, BECAUSE THE NEWSIES IN HIGH SCHOOL FOR A MODERN AU WOULD OBVIOUSLY INCLUDE…

(also, keep in mind that this is based off of my experience in the american school system, any classes are ones that are offered at my own school.)

Bill

so he’s obviously head of the journalism staff

and he definitely is a part of yearbook too

and what is he interested in most??

chemistry

no one really understands why, but they don’t question it as long as he helps them with homework

and bill is 10/10 that guy who always has his homework done and let’s you borrow it

his worst class is by far history

he’s in choir and plays the piano for like, every song

he actually has a really nice set of pipes (he’s a tenor, too)

he’s terrible with dates

Darcy

so darcy is on yearbook because he can take the most stunning photos

and he is also a part of journalism, and his niche is critiquing

plays?? restaurants?? sports??

and yes, he goes to sporting events

and yes, romeo gives him a wink everytime he sees him at the baseball games

it’s a ship to end all ships

he isn’t quite sure what he wants to do in the future

i forgot to mention - these are headcanons for when each one is a senior in high school, i’m not working out ages in relation to each other. find someone more motivated for that

but he does know he wants to go to a really nice college

he’s definitely on chess club, and he’s a member of key club too

Katherine

journalism, guys. and she’s not into heavy creative writing, more like articles and interviews and such

president of debate

and her style game is strong - she, bill, and darcy are the three best dressed. facts.

she makes such pretty notes

and she slays in argument writing

english is obviously her favorite class, but a close second is her research class

and she actually sucks at cooking - she took culinary arts as a sophomore and set off the fire alarm twice

she has a free period in her schedule where she goes to the library and slaves over math

it doesn’t come easy to her

definitely has an old-school planner that is always full

Sarah

okay, i don’t know much about sarah - full disclosure, but i’ll try

so first of all, this girl is really put together

she has her schedule mapped out two months in advance, she remembers everyone’s birthday, and she already knows the vacation days during the year

she has library aide for one of her periods and knows every adult in the building by first name

she also happens to be an aide when kath has her free period and she is either the embodiment of the heart eye emoji or trying to help katherine with math

she loves psychology and already has plans to study it

she is in key club with darcy and also just volunteers a whole lot

her favorite is visiting and helping out animal shelters

she goes there so much that they finally just give her a job there

she doodles a lot on the side of her notes - it keeps her from falling asleep in science

the master of the messy top knot

Davey

okay, this boy does not know when to stop

he is taking all of the advanced classes he possibly can, and he’s stressing over them way too much

jack makes him like, 10 cups of stress relief tea daily

there’s also a running bet that the whole school is in on about whether he or kath will be valedictorian

specs says that davey will do it if he doesn’t have a heart attack before final exams

race says he’ll be so busy he’ll forget to even show up to graduation

also, while we’re at it, we need to talk about this boy’s notes. they are the hardest thing to decipher in this world, but if you can read his chicken scratch then you have a goldmine of helpful ways to study

he loves mnemonics with a burning passion and uses them at every chance he can get

his favorite class is chinese or math

and he’s definitely a part of future business leaders of america, mesa, and book club

Les

yes, this is for when les is a senior

he’s obviously not in the same year as the rest of the gang, but les as an 18 year old is gold

okay, first of all… heartthrob who genuinely doesn’t know it

he’s not actually officially part of any club, but he’s always staying after school afterward to like, float into the different club meetings

but he’s definitely an sbo - probably vice president or activities

he’s a part of band and definitely plays the saxophone

you know that means he starts off every class period by playing careless whisper

the teachers all really love him

he actually gets pretty good grades

and he is way overly competitive in review games, especially ones in history

he will wreck you

always goes off campus at lunch and walks into his next period a couple minutes late with a shake

Jack

did someone say art?????

jack does literally every form of it, and he does them all so well

davey seethes at this, but loves it when jack helps in in ceramics

he’s also really supportive of younger artists who are still perfecting their art, so he’s obviously the head of the art club

and he’s the paint master for drama club and all of their productions

he frequently falls asleep in english class

he’s also the president of latinos in action - chosen unanimously even though he wasn’t going for the position

y’all can fite me on latino! jack kelly

also, his signature style is a blue sweatshirt, and all of his clothes have paint on them

he’s also that kid who never has a pencil on him, and never returns the ones he is given just because he always forgets

Crutchie

so i don’t know where the headcanon about crutchie being on the swim team originated, but it is dear to my heart and lives on in this post

he is the nice™ jock

also, he wants to go into the medical field for sure

he had medical terminology as last class of the day and it makes his day 10 times more bright

he uses highlighters so much (but only the yellow ones)

also, crutchie is lowkey a style icon???

all of his teachers love him

he’s that kid that always raises his hand in a group discussion, and it’s one of two things: a lame pun that gets more groans than laughs, or a really insightful bit of knowledge 

there is no in-between

definitely volunteers with sarah at the animal shelters and is a part of french club, even though he’s only ever gone to like, two meetings

Albert

albert wrestles, no one can convince me otherwise

but he’s also on dance co.

we love a well rounded boy - especially when he’ll pull up if you question his life choices

he is soooo salty, and he has no filter. Even in front of teachers.

anyone in his history class can attest to this - especially when they are going through america’s messy past

literally does not care about the majority of his classes

but he maintains a good gpa so he can be on the wrestling team

also, he failed his driving test twice, and when he got his license it didn’t make a difference since no one would trust him with a car anymore

but he’s actually really good in his business and marketing class

he frequently helps in the little store that the business class runs during lunch and stuff because he’s really good with money and change

Race

a part of dance company

and he hates the early morning practices with a passion but will just chug energy drinks to get through it

this boy doesn’t sleep… unless it’s in english

the most surprising thing about him is that he’s really good at math??

and he doesn’t even try - he’ll be talking all class period and then finish the homework in class in like, 10 minutes flat

it’s the same thing with physics

but it’s not like you can ask him for help, because he doesn’t really listen to the professor or follow their methods and steps

like i said earlier, race just doesn’t care

or so you think, but his shirt is always matching the color of his shoes and headphones, but then his hair is literal mess and he wears like, he only owns like, two different pairs of joggers

he’s honestly such a mystery

Buttons

okay, so buttons kills it at fashion, which is why he aces his fashion design class

he’s head costumer for all of the drama departments musicals and plays

he’s also really into art history, and he gets inspiration from art all the time

he’s definitely a part of key club and is a part of national honors society although he’s only ever gone to a couple meetings for both

he gets pretty decent grades in everything but physics, but he definitely tries to study for all of his classes

he goes stag to every school dance and deliberately tries to get his ships together for a song

coffee??? he only ever drinks it black

it’s how he stops romeo from taking his

he’s also a dork who color codes his notes because they help him study better

but he has no idea how to take notes for math class, so he kinda just does example problems and then is confused on how it ever did it in the first place

Elmer

so this is one musically talented boy

he plays the guitar, trumpet, and drums

it’s also an inside joke with him and jojo that they both play the castanets

but he’s definitely a part of any band the school offers - as well as pit for the musical

he’s a really chill, laid-back student that gets their work done and just hangs out

he is very nice and definitely a teacher aid for one of the english teachers

and he’s also a part of the poetry club

it’s to improve his songwriting as well as give him a place to destress

He’s definitely the guy who will always lend you his notes if you missed a day, but he’s also not that great at taking notes because his mind is always on something else

he’s also an attendance office aide for one of his periods

Henry

he took ballroom as a joke with mike, and he really ended up liking it

but he’s not a part of dance co. because their style is totally different from ballroom

He also has a lot of energy, so he’s that kid that’s always bouncing his leg up and down and making the desk behind him shake

but no one ever asks for him to stop because he has the biggest smile that you just can’t shut down??

he knows this, though, and he definitely uses it on teachers to get extensions on his work, and he does, like 80% of the time

his worst class is probably english because he can’t just sit down and read for long periods of time

but during the shakespeare unit he kills it because he’s always first to volunteer to read or do a part

his handwriting is very messy and he uses so many abbreviations not even davey knows what they’re saying

always races to be first in the lunch line

always one of the first people to be in class

Hot Shot

he has auto shop as his first class of the day and absolutely loves it

but he’s also that kid that hangs out with his friends in the middle of the hallway, bottlenecking the whole thing during passing time

thinks he’s the cool™ kid

wears leather jackets exclusively

he hates any core class

but secretly really likes his humanities class

he’s taking italian with spot and the poor teacher just can’t handle these two together

he’s also secretly good at basketball

the coach found out somehow and asks him every year to be on the team

but hot shot would rather die than be on a school team

Ike

has a youtube channel where he mostly posts prank videos  especially those that involve the school

he ran for sbo and was elected as treasury, even though mike is the one who went to all of the meetings for like, two months straight

he is the epitome of a class clown, but it’s always in good fun

he always is wearing a black t-shirt under his sbo sweater

and since he’s an sbo he has to go to all the sports game to support and stuff and he cheers the absolute loudest

he does gymnastics with mike after school every day and at every sbo meeting he brings up how it needs to be a part of the sports at school

he never takes notes but can retain everything

his worst class is anything science related

but he’s secretly really good a history

A proud member of spanish club

Mike

mike is definitely the more artsy twin

he takes drawing and ceramics but can’t paint for the life of him

he’s a part of the art club with jack and is basically second in command there

he does gymnastics with ike after school and is on dance co.

he struggles with math and science but gets by okay

has a free period for first where he could be sleeping in or studying but instead he goes to auto shop to talk to hot shot

he definitely has a crush. hot shot won’t admit it, but he loves mike being there.

he usually wears bright colors with his dance co. jacket

doesn’t really like coffee, but he always has a coke on him - it’s his one weakness

is also a part of spanish club

Kenny

okay, so i know, like, nothing about kenny, so i’m just going with my gut based off of his photo

film is his passion and he wants to be a director one day

is 10/10 that kid in your photography class that spends 90% of the time making stop-motion videos

he’s very nice and is always lending jack pencils even though he knows he’ll never get them back

also, there’s a running gag that he and darcy are the same person, ike runs conspiracy theory videos on his youtube channel

his two favorite classes are film (duh) and theatre

he’s a part of the ensemble of every musical the school puts on

he’s even directed a show a couple of times for the spotlight showcase

he is like that background kind of kid that is a part of the big groups and is totally included but just doesn’t have a huge role in the big stuff

he hates having to write essays because he says it’s sucking the creativity out of writing

also likes psychology

JoJo

co-captain of the soccer team

also a madrigal with bill and specs (he’s a baritone)

always tries out for the school musicals, and he usually gets a main part

he takes quite a few advanced classes and it is not rare to find him passed out on one of the other newsies’ couch

he manages to keep a good gpa with his schedule

his favorite class besides madrigals is probably latinos in action, which he has the same period as jack

while he doesn’t play any instruments himself you can always find him hanging out in the band room at lunch

he is absolutely terrible in math but is taking college math now so he can get it done with and never have to do again for as long as he lives

his aspirations are pretty much all over the place at the moment, but he smiles through the uncertainty

“i feel like it’s fine”

Romeo

on the baseball team

a shameless flirt, especially with darcy

did someone say president of the asian american club??

he’s also a part of drama club because he has a passion for theatre

he can’t when it comes to math, though

so instead of getting frustrated he just writes notes in the calculators for people to find

he’ll also fall asleep in that class

he’s definitely a partner in crime with ike and frequently is a guest on his youtube channel

studying??? who’s she???

really good at debate, though. katherine keeps telling him he should join the club but he says his skills are beyond that of a club

Finch

on the track team and one of the fastest runners

it’s a good outlet for all of his energy

he takes notes in all of his classes since he learned all the strategies from avid, but he never looks back at them

surprisingly gets really good test scores, though

you know he takes wildlife biology and he memorizes like, every type of bird call

he can even mimic some of them - it’s how he wakes romeo up in math.

he also goes out every day for lunch, and his next period is english which he has with like, all of the boys, so he’s always throwing fries across the room for henry or mush to catch in their mouths

he beats his own school records every year so he’s like, constantly the athlete of the month

definitely goes to all of the different sports games and cheers very loud

carries a huge water bottle that he fills up during french class to get out of presentations

Kid Blink

first of all, this kid does not do any kind of sport because his depth perception rivals that of mine

which means it  s u c k s 

however, he kills it at math and physics is his one true love

If you need a study partner for either, he’s your guy. just know that he explains nothing and goes pretty fast. keep up and you can do math with him.

he lowkey hates history because it’s about a whole bunch of dead people who were problematic

he’s a part of mesa

he takes american sign language and it’s one of his favorite classes

he and smalls are constantly having conversations from across the room

a lot of the time it’s about the teacher, and one time they were caught by their chemistry teacher who knew asl

they got detention for like, a week because of it

Mush

here comes the heartthrob!!!!

very handsome, and his strong suit is engineering. which always shocks people.

which means he’s definitely a part of mesa and the engineering and technology club

he’s definitely the person to go to if you need help in physics. he explains things really well

the only bad part about it is that he also goes off on tangents when he’s explaining and you can get confused if you listen too long

he’s actually kind of a style icon, his hair is probably the best out of everyone

he always has headphones in, but one earbud is out so he can hear the teacher and whatnot

he cannot act for the life of him

but he has a good-natured laugh that makes up for the cringe 

he also cannot dance

Smalls

okay, so smalls is a part of the asian american club, key club, and poetry club 

even though he cannot write to save his life, they let him come because he’s uber supportive

there’s also a joke that he and spot are a part of the short™ club

lowkey, smalls started this joke because he finds it hilarious when spot gets upset

he actually takes interior design and it’s his favorite class

he’s really good with color

he also takes woodworking and makes the guys stuff for it

davey has a bookshelf and jack has a desk

takes asl with kid blink and loves it

is the kid who always has to stand up to take notes because seating charts always put him in the back, despite his height

Sniper

okay, so sniper is a cheerleader but don’t let that fool you - she’s also on the wrestling team and will take you down

albert is like her older brother and helps her with her business class

she regrets having taken it, but she needed another cte credit and thought it would be safer than welding

she has a criminal law class that she loves with all of her heart

she writes in all capitals

she’s also that kid that writes all of her essays handwritten to spite her english teacher which, on the first day of school, complain about her writing in all caps

she’s good with history and has it with albert and it’s her personal goal to get him to laugh at her comments in that class

studying??? sounds studious. and not a part of her aesthetic.

has an attendance office aide period where she mostly does the homework for her next class period

is that kid that always almost swears in class debates

Specs

first, our boy is president for madrigals (he’s a low bass)

then he’s a proud part of the book club

his thing is psychology, and he goes in hard, he and sarah sit next to each other and talk in hushed whispers about all the cool stuff they learn

he takes very neat notes

but only has to look at them two or three times before he’s ready to take a test

is always an ensemble member in the school musicals

he is also a library aide and constantly smells like old books

very organized

his locker always has everything you could possibly need - a jacket, hat, bag of trail mix, water, etc.

the mom friend™

Spot

first of all, he’s that kid who always sits in the same seat. if you’re sitting in his seat, you’re dead. don’t @ him.

he hates science with a burning passion and is so glad he finished all of his credits for it in junior year

is actually a bit of a history buff

but he never participates in class, just writes really good essays and aces every test

and speaking of writing

he’s actually really into creative writing

who did you think started the writing club???

but he’s no less tough

he always wears a leather jacket, a red shirt, cuffs the bottom of his jeans, and has his pen tucked behind his ear

he doesn’t really take notes, and he only writes in pen

Tommy Boy

captain of dance company

is having none of race’s idiocy at practices either

but he’s actually really funny and nice, all the teachers love him

can’t write a summary in english for the life of him but will write a 10 page essay on why dance company is a part of the performing arts and deserves just as much recognition as theatre, choir, and band

only ever eats out of the vending machines for lunch

is a part of french club

really likes culinary arts because his one weakness is sugar

can’t do any form of art other than dance

but he doesn’t need to - he’s that good

notes??? what are those???

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

[goalcaufield]

Since the Beginning - Jack Hughes

Request: i would love you forever if you wrote something Jack Hughes related

i love you, just saying. also because there was another jack request i’m just gonna write two separate ones because we need more jack content

Warnings: pure fluff. also this is absolutely my favorite thing i’ve written and some parts are lowkey inspired by my own life

Everything began in freshman year. You had heard the name ‘Jack Hughes’ a lot, even before you got up into high school. He played hockey for your high school’s team and was one of the only freshmen doing so which already led you to believing the kid had some skill. And boy were you right.

Since your best friend was dating a boy on the team, she dragged you out to one of the games on a week night to see the boys play in one of their home games. That was how you found yourself with a blanket wrapped around you and your best friend, Emily, and hot chocolates warming your hands from the freezing rink as you watched your favorite sport. 

Your eyes kept drifting to a certain number 43 and you watched as he whizzed up the ice with ease. He received a pass from Emily’s boyfriend, Travis, and one timed the puck into the back of the net. Both you and Emily let out a cheer and the boys went to go fist bump the bench. 

“That was a gorgeous set up,” Emily muttered from beside you and you couldn’t help but agree. Both boys had to have racked up at least a three point night and a win. The boys had won 5-2. 

After the final buzzer Emily and you had waited in the lobby for Travis. You still couldn’t feel your fingers and had the blanket wrapped around your body in an attempt to warm up. After twenty minutes of standing around, Travis finally came walking towards the lobby with Jack by his side.

“Congrats on the win boys!” Emily greeted them with a smile once they had gotten closer. She gave Travis a quick kiss before resting her head on his shoulder. “Oh, Jack, this is my best friend Y/N. Y/N, this is Jack Hughes.”

You smiled at Jack. “Nice to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You had said. 

“I can say the same for you too,” Jack responded. You felt your cheeks grow red and you gave your best friend a side glance. She just smirked knowing her somewhat master plan had worked.

From then on, it seemed Jack popped up everywhere at school. You had gotten your schedule changed and suddenly you had two classes with him instead of none. He often walked you to class, risking him being late to his own and sometimes he was, but he did it nearly every day. He asked you to go to his games whenever you could and you helped him with homework when he had become too stressed between school, work, and hockey all in one. 

It was a beautiful friendship, really, and everyone could tell there was something going on between you two. Except for you two. You were oblivious to the fact that Jack liked you and the only one who knew Jack liked you was Travis and the only person who knew you liked Jack was Emily. It must’ve been because you tried pushing your feelings aside for him. You had thought nothing would ever come out of it because he was a hockey player and hockey players could often get any girl that they pleased. Jack was definitely one of those guys, especially with the skills and the looks. That was practically a double whammy.

Up to junior year, the two of you had gotten extremely close and had told each other everything. You met Jack’s brothers, Quinn and Luke, and his parents and he met your siblings and your parents. Everyone had just assumed the two of you were together, so when your mom mentioned prom with the kid right in front of him, you nearly died of embarrassment.

“So, what’re your plans for prom?” She had asked nonchalantly as she prepped herself coffee. It had became a routine that Jack would pick you up for school when he was home, so often he would come inside when there was some extra time. 

“Mom!” You had shouted way too early for six in the morning. “We’re not going to prom together.” Your cheeks had to be firetruck red at that point and they only got hotter when you heard Jack laughing. 

“Aren’t you two dating?” Your mom asked, clearly confused. You shook your head vigorously and her mouth made an ‘o’ shape as she turned back to the coffee pot. 

You side glanced at Jack to see his eyes on you, a smile on his face. “Well, we should get going.” You said quickly and Jack grabbed your book bag for you. The two of you had walked silently to the car, both of you a little too embarrassed to speak. Jack was going to be back in Michigan by the time prom rolled around anyway.

When summer rolled around and Jack was then around full time, you couldn’t be happier. One of his first days back for summer vacation he had invited you over and insisted on a movie marathon. It had to of been at least five months since you had last seen him, so when he opened up the front door you grinned and threw your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and you two had your little moment, but it was then ruined by Quinn coming down the steps.

“Hey Y/N,” Quinn greeted you. You released your hold from Jack and turned to Quinn.

“Hey Quinn, congrats on the draft! Vancouver, eh?” You had said and Quinn nodded with a smile. After you and Quinn finished your conversation you and Jack headed up to Jack’s room to watch your movies. 

It was only appropriate Miracle was played, so of course it was. Your head wound up on Jack’s chest and his fingers combed through the ends of your hair repeatedly. It was almost an instinct for him at that point.

“Hey Y/N?” Jack asked quietly about halfway through your second movie. 

“Yes Jack?”

He hesitated. “I, uh, never mind,” He stuttered and continued to run his hands through your hair.

“No, what?” You asked and tried to pick your head up, but Jack’s hand kept it down.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He said and his voice was stronger now, almost confident but you could still hear some fear in his voice. 

This time, Jack’s hand didn’t keep you head down and you lifted it up to face him. You had a huge smile on your face. “What?” You asked. You could hardly believe it, and rightfully so. The boy you had crushed on since freshman year was finally admitting his feelings for you.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I have been since the beginning, ever since I saw you with the Maple Leafs blanket wrapped around you and ever since the first time I saw you in those stands. I am hopelessly in love with you.”

“I love you too.” You grinned down at him. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and soon you were leaning down to kiss him, a kiss that should’ve happened a long, long time ago, but sometimes good things need time. 

[crystal-snowing]

enemies to lovers | oh sehun

summary: modeling is a tough industry, but when you’re forced to do a shoot with the one and only oh sehun, damn did it become a lot tougher. 

genre: angst/fluff

other members: | chanyeol | baekhyun | kai | chen | minseok | suho | kungsoo | yixing | 

oh sehun was one of the brattist men that you have ever meet, and no, you were not exaggerating.

there was really no one incident that caused you to become absolutely disgusted with him, and honesty you weren't even sure how all of this even started in the first place.

in the beginning of your career as a model you didn’t have a problem with him, in fact as a rookie you actually looked up to him.

there was something about the way that he poses for the camera and the way the photo captures his expression practically gave you chills.

yet that all changed when you actually met him in person and he was so rude???

in those following months not only was your career growing, but you received a copious amount of jobs from designer brands.

from then on, it seemed that sehun made it his job in order to make sure that he stayed on top, always attempting to outdo your last modeling job.

magazines soon caught wind of this and often referred to it as being some “friendly competition”, yet there was nothing “friendly” about your competition. 

you wanted nothing more than to just obliterate him and show him who’s in charge, yet he still manages to keep attempting to outdo you every time.

and damn did that piss you off.

you did the best that you could, continuing to earn the front pages of magazines across the globe and for a while you almost forgot about him.

well, till someone had the bright idea to pair two of the hottest idols together to collaborate on a photoshoot, also known as pairing you up with sworn enemy. 

oh boy did your manager receive a scolding once you found out, but deep down no matter how much you complained there was nothing that either of you could possibly do.

it would practically be suicide for your career if you refused this job offer, and you have worked too damn hard to let him ruin all of your accomplishments.

which is how you found yourself sluggishly making your way inside the room as your half-asleep self was greeted by his smug face at four in the morning.

“good morning princess, you look radiant this morning.”

what an asshole.

an hour later after you filled up on your caffeine, could you finally deal with his annoying ass.

first the two of you did your solo shots, and you did what you always did and played it up for the camera, knowing full well that sehun’s eyes were all over you.

and when it was his turn, you tried your best to look away, but you couldn’t as your eyes were practically glued to his figure.

after the individual shots were finished, the photographer directed you to do pose for couple shots—the one thing that you were absolutely dreading.

and there he stood with that cocky ass smirk on his face, his hands resting gently on your hips.

while that was only one of the many poses that you needed to complete, there were others that were a bit more intimate. 

you could swear that everyone in the room was enjoying your anger and embarrassment. 

in some of the poses you could feel his hot breath tickling your neck  or the way that his hands would linger on your body even after the photographer asked the two of you to prepare for the next shot.   

and you lowkey enjoyed his touch but you would never admit it by the time the shoot was finished you were glad that this day was finally over.

the staff began cleaning up, leaving you and sehun enough time to decompress and relax after another day of work. 

never have you ever been in close proximity with oh sehun without it being forced by either a photographer or your manager and it was creeping you out to say the least. 

as you scrolled through your feed on your phone, you were occasionally peeking over to look at him and unbeknownst to you, he was doing the same for you. 

and only when the two of you locked eyes, did the awkward silence come to an end. 

“and what are you looking at?” 

your tone had caught him off guard causing him to fumble with the phone that he currently held in his hands. 

regaining his composure, he flashed you a blinding smile.

“i’m just admiring your beauty, my love.”

 what a flirty piece of work, and despite knowing that his compliment is not genuine, you couldn’t help but blush. 

as soon as the director gave you both the okay, you bolted out of there as fast as your legs could carry you, leaving your manager to scramble after you. 

over the next few weeks you did your best to forgot about the photoshoot with him, trying to forget the feeling of his chest pressed against your backside, or the way his hands felt around your waist.

yet, no matter how hard you tried to forget him and his absolutely gorgeous body, your mind kept wandering back to him.

goddamn, did that piss you off. 

but it was fine, at least all your troubles with him were in the past and thankfully you never had to see that cocky asshole ever again. 

and once again, you were horribly wrong. 

apparently the shoot that the two of you did together was so “riveting” and “fantastic” that soon handfuls of photographers were messaging your manager and his manager to take more photos together.

if you thought it was impossible for you to refuse before, well now, it wasn’t even an option. 

still, you tried to persuade your manager to take only a select few, making up an excuse of wanting to “broaden your horizons with different models.

yeah, they were not buying it. 

yet, even if you did attempt to refuse, your manager would always come back to you the next day with the same news. 

“apparently, oh sehun and his manager already confirmed this shoot, so you have no choice but to confirm as well.” 

and no, this did not just happen for one or two shoots that the two of you were booked for—it was every damn shoot. 

which is how you found yourself in the position of seeing the man that you despised practically every day. 

and every damn day he would greet you with those crusty ass pickup lines or compliments that made you want to hurl every object on the set at him. 

but, that wasn’t even the worse part. apparently, the public adored the intimate shots of the two of you, causing a whole conspiracy to blow up online about the two of you and how you were possibly dating.

however, it also inspired the photographers to place the two of you in the most romantic positions as possible.  

couple poses were an absolute must, which meant holding hands, kisses on the cheek and lots of skin on skin contact. 

at first, you couldn’t believe that you were a willing participant in this—touching oh sehun of your own free will, that was simply not the [y/n] [l/n] way. 

yet here you were.

 but, soon enough you found yourself enjoying his touch, only slightly though. 

his body was warm and it was nice whenever you had to wear the skimpy and revealing outfits on set. 

and for some strange reason you not only fit perfectly inside his arms, but you felt safe with him wrapped around you, which you found absolutely bizarre. 

and there was the despair that you felt when the shoot came to a close, the emptiness setting in as he pulled away from you, flashed you a flirtatious smile and comment before disappearing. 

which is why you did your best to suppress these irrelevant feelings. but it seemed that the photographers were clearly not on your side, as the poses for the photos kept getting more and more romantic.

however, when the commanded that the two of you kiss was where you simply drew the line. 

signalling the photographer, who immediately let you take a break, you promptly stormed off the set and off to your station with your manager. 

it wasn’t an outrageous request and for other magazines and with other models you have done the exact same thing that you were refusing. 

but this time it was different!!!!

this wasn’t some nameless model or handsome idol, no this was oh freaking sehun, the one man who shouldn’t even be allowed to share a shoot with you let alone kiss you. 

you had expected your manager to come over and give you a long ass lecture about complying with the photographer’s orders since he is the artist and blah blah, however you were pleasantly surprised when you turned around and saw your fellow model standing behind you. 

“i’m offended that you believe kissing me would be the worst thing in the world, i promise i don’t bite,” he ginned, flashing his pearly whites. 

“please, with your mouth and all the shit that comes out of it, you never know what kind of bacteria lingers,” you rolled your eyes, standing up and crossing your arms over your chest. 

placing his hand on his chest he feigned being hurt by your words. fast forward the painstakingly boring speech that your manager gave you, did you receive the order to kiss sehun. 

god, did you want to barf right then and there. and there you stood, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face inching ever so closely towards your lips. 

finally your lips collided and oh my god what is the fluttering feeling that is happening in your stomach and why does your heart feel like it’s going to burst from your chest????

you couldn’t help but move your lips along with his, enjoying the slight bitterness of his coffee that lingered on his lips.

“and that’s a wrap.” 

yet for some reason even though you wanted to you couldn’t pull away, well that is until sehun pulled away, flashing you that shit-eating grin once again. 

“see, i told you i wasn’t a bad kisser, after all you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

flipping him a certain finger, you grabbed the rest of your things before leaving the set, your cheeks practically glowing red as you left the building. 

finally all the scheduled shoots that you had with him were finally over and you could now enjoy doing your job without seeing him and his stupid face ever again.

you couldn’t help yourself as your thoughts would drift back to the kiss that you both shared. 

it shouldn’t have meant anything, just two professional people doing their jobs, but for some reason you couldn’t help but feel your lips tingle or feel your face becoming flushed whenever you thought about it. 

you couldn’t help yourself as you did your best to try and suppress those thoughts, however your mind kept drifting back to them and the feeling of his lips pressed against yours and his hands tangled in your hair. 

then it finally dawned on you, that holy shit, somehow and some way you had a crush on oh sehun, your rival and mortal enemy. 

well fuck. 

it hopeless anyways, after all he had made it explicitly clear that he despised you and therefore there was no possible way that he could feel the same way. 

and thankfully you would never have to see his incredibly cocky (but cute) ass ever again. 

well, that is until you received a certain invitation in the mail, inviting you to a party in honor of an award that a photographer won for his shoot of the two of you. 

and the best part was that you, [l/n] [f/n] and oh sehun were the guests of honor. 

as soon as you stepped into the venue of the party, you already felt like leaving.

everywhere you turned there were the pictures of you and sehun plastered across the room, in those positions that made you turn beet red. 

navigating your way around the party you politely greeted the other guests, thanking them half-heartedly when the commented on the beauty of the pictures. 

while you were only one guest of honor, your mind couldn’t help but wonder where exactly the other guest of honor was lurking. and your question was soon answered, as he tapped you on the shoulder and offered you a glass of champagne, which you took graciously. 

the two of you soon began conversing, talking about your experiences in the modeling industry and everything in between, all while keeping up the friendly facade for the rest of the partygoers. 

after finding a secluded spot to chat, you couldn’t help but believe that everything he was telling you was genuine and real and that wow, perhaps he wasn’t as insufferable and boring as you once thought. 

the conversation soon dies down and the two of you sit in comfortable silence while watching the night sky, well until he brings up an unexpected topic.

“you know to be honest, i never really hated you.” 

that almost caused you to spit out the champagne that you were drinking. 

“i honestly admired you and i still do, and i guess that every time i saw you on the front cover or having a specialized photoshoot it kinda pushed me to work harder as well,” he mused, smiling softly at the stars. 

[y/n].exe has stopped working.

but he was oh sehun and of course he had to push it a bit more. 

“i also wish that our first kiss wasn’t photographed for the public to see.” 

well two could play at that game, sliding closer to him you tugged down his tie and looked into his eyes.

“well, our second kiss doesn’t have to be.”

glancing at his lips before flicking your eyes back up to his was all it took for him to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks in the process. 

moments later the two of you pulled away from each other, panting, but with stupid lovesick grins sitting on each of your lips.

“and you thought i was a bad kisser,” sehun mused, cockily raising an eyebrow. 

“nah you’re not bad, i’m just better,” you grinned, leaning in for another unforgettable kiss. 

[k-poptrash-stuff]

Secret Confession

Member: Jung Wooseok

Genre: Fluff?? Tiny tiny bit of sadness idk???

a/n: im still way deep in my pentagon feels and really wanted to do a scenario of wooseok hehe biased and ive decided to add pentagon to our scienario/reaction requests so send some in my dudess. 

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You groaned loudly for what felt like the millionth time that evening. You let your head fall back, hitting the wall of the practice room with a dull ‘thud’. You came here whenever you wanted time to yourself. You don’t know why, you just felt more comfortable in the practice room. 

Your songbook laid on your lap, half-assed lyrics scribbled on the lines of the paper. For the past year you’ve wanted to write your own song, and you knew exactly what to write it about. You just didn’t know how to get those feelings on the damn paper. You were they type of person that needed to get their feelings out somehow. You couldn’t just bottle them up completely. 

“You look a bit stressed.”

You jumped at the sudden voice, looking to the direction it came from.You were greeted by a smiling and slightly confused Hwitaek. You assumed he had just finished up practice for Pentagon’s new comeback. You felt a small smile form at the sight of your friend. 

You had debuted as a solo artist a little over a year before Pentagon debuted. You had helped them a lot for their debut stage, remembering how nerve racking it can be. Long story short, you and the boys had grown quite the friendship. They had become like a family to you honestly. Except one. 

Jung Wooseok. 

You’ve had the biggest crush on him for the past year and it was lowkey driving you crazy. Even better, the other boys caught on very quickly. You were thankful they kept your feelings for the giant maknae a secret. 

“I’m passed stressed, my friend”, you replied with a short giggle. Hwitaek moved over to sit on the floor next to you. His eyes wondered to your songbook, pointing at it in silent permission to read the contents. Silently, you handed him the book, watching his eyes scan the page curiously. 

You sighed. “It’s just brainstorming right now”, you muttered. 

“You seem like you’re having trouble”, he joked. You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. Letting them fall to your lap, you puffed your cheeks. 

“I know exactly what I want to do”, you said, turning your head to look at him. “But I can’t seem to put my feelings into words on the damn paper.” you stated.

“These feelings wouldn’t happen to be the ones about Wooseok, would they?” he said. His tone was teasing, joking. His eyes softened when you gave a nod. His mouth formed an ‘o’ at your silent answer.  

“So are you making this song as some kind of secret confession?” Hwitaek questioned. Again, you nodded. 

 Hwitaek didn’t say anything for a moment, his gaze going from you back to the messy words in the book. 

“Would you like me to help you?” Hwitaek asked kindly with a smile. You’re eyes went wide for a moment. 

“I don’t want to bother you”, you said. You would love Hwitaek’s help, especially since he was a great composer himself in your opinion. But he was so busy preparing for their comeback, he must be exhausted. You didn’t want to add on. 

“(Y/N), I’d be happy to help”, he chuckled. “You’re like a little sister to me and I know this will stress you to the max if you work on it completely alone.” 

You couldn’t help but bluntly say, “Way past that, buddy.” 

Hwitaek rolled his eyes but didn’t fight the smile pushing on his lips. “Well, lucky I’m here to save the day. Now, You said this is about Wooseok? How exactly does he make you feel?”

Hours later, the lyrics were finally finished. As you and Hwitaek stood, you pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you so much for your help, Hwitaek.”

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you to return the hug. “It was no problem. I’m glad i could help.”

When you two separated, you opened the song book, your eyes reading the lyrics. Your heart was poured on the pages and with Hwitaek’s help, they were perfectly made into lyrics. Now all that needed to be done was create the music to go with it and it would be finished. You smiled up at Hwitaek. 

“I really can’t thank you enough”, you said. The two of you began to leave the room, cutting the lights off and shutting the door behind you. 

“You could tell Wooseok how you feel”, he said, nudging you lightly. 

“Not happening”, you said instantly. Hwitaek groaned. 

“Why not?” he dragged out. “He likes you too! Perfect reason to tell him.”

You shook your head. It’s not like you didn’t trust Hwitaek’s words. In fact, all the boys told you multiple times Wooseok liked you back and part of you believed he did too. But there was that bigger, more dominating part that told you he didn’t. That all you were and ever will be was a friend to him.

“My song is my confession”, you stated. “So technically, I am telling him.”

Hwitaek groaned dramatically, throwing his head back. “That doesn’t count. 

“I’ll tell him....one day.” you said. But Hwitaek knew better. He simply sighed, nodding.  

Months later and you were sitting in the waiting room of Inkigayo for your first of many stages for your new title track song. The one you wrote with Hwitaek. You had gotten so much positive feedback after the mv had dropped, so you were beyond excited to perform the comeback stages. 

You were already ready to perform, so you passed time by scrolling on your phone. You smiled as you read encouraging comments on your latest instagram post. It was a simple selfie with the caption talking about your excitement. 

Your attention was directed to the door of the waiting room when you heard shouting from behind it. You rose your brows into confusion until 10 familiar figures stumbled into the room. 

“(Y/N)!” Pentagon shouted in excitement. You laughed, feeling lighter at the presence of your closest friends. You greeted them with a smile. 

“Boys! What are you guys doing here?” you asked as they all moved around to find a place to sit. You felt your heart flip when Wooseok took a seat next to you on the small couch, his smile to you filling your stomach with butterflies. You noticed Shinwon behind him wiggling his brows suggestively. 

You let your eyes roll, sticking your tongue out at him. Wooseok looked at you confused before turning to see who you were looking at, letting out a chuckle to see Shinwon stick his tongue out right back out at you. 

“We have a few hours off so we thought we’d come and support our favorite little bean”, Hongseok said patting your head. You pushed him away from you, whining slightly. 

“I’m not little!” you stated. 

“You’re shorter than all of us here, miss five foot four”, Hwitaek pipped up. You huffed lightly, crossing your arms. It wasn’t long until everyone was in different conversations to pass time. 

“Feeling nervous?”

You turned your attention from watching Yuto and Shinwon play what seemed like an enfless game of rock-paper-scissors to Wooseok. You laughed lightly and shook your head. 

“Not really. I’m more excited than anything”, you replied. Wooseok nodded in understanding. 

“You know, your song is amazing. Even more so that you wrote it yourself”, he smiled. You felt yourself get shy suddenly when he stated this. “So, who’s it about?” 

Wooseok poked you gently, his expression twisted in curiosity. But as he said this, you swear you saw a glint of hope in his eyes. Little did you know, you were right. He was silently hoping it was written about him. He tried not to let you see it though. 

You felt your cheeks heat up, causing you to look away. “Who says it was about anyone?” 

Wooseok scoffed lightly, his poking getting more frequent. You squealed lightly as he poked a spot that tickled. He chuckled at your reaction, poking you more. “Come on. I won’t tell”, he dragged out childishly. 

“Yea, (Y/N). Who’s the special guy?” Yanan asked, though he seemed genuinely curious. 

You could see the others from the corner of your eye glancing at the two of you playing around, almost all of them wearing knowing smirks on their faces. 

“No”, you giggled. “I promise, it’s not about anyone”, you lied. Wooseok stopped poking you, raising a brow. You bit your lip, hoping he’d buy your little lie. He let out a hum, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Before anyone else could speak up, staff were poking their heads into the room, telling you that you needed to get your mic on get get ready to get on stage. 

As you left the room, the boys said words of encouragement to you, giving you quick hugs. After some last minute checks with your mic, makeup, and stage setup, you were out and waving to fans that had showed up to watch the pre-recording. You said your small little greeting and quickly got into position. 

The Pentagon members were still in the waiting room, watching the tv eagerly. Wooseok was watching you perform with a smile, his heart jumping everytime the camera did a close up on you. The song was up beat and has a nice pop feel to it, but the lyrics you had created with Hwitaek was what really got to him. 

He was burning with curiosity to know who your inspiration was to create a song like this. Wooseok asked Hwitaek if he knew, since he helped create the song with you, but Hwitaek respected that you weren’t ready to tell Wooseok your feelings and claimed he didn’t know. 

Eventually, your performance had ended. You said your thanks and love to your fans before you took your leave. The boys met you backstage when you were getting help taking off your mic. 

“Please tell me you’ll teach me the choreo”, Hyunggu asked when they reached you. You laughed at the request, though you weren’t exactly shocked. 

“Sure, Hyunggu. I promise”, you said. 

“We have just enough time to get some lunch. Wanna come?” Yuto asked. You thought about it for a moment. You didn’t have anything scheduled until later on in the afternoon. So you shrugged. 

“Sure. But let me go change first.” you said. I’ll meet you guys outside?” 

They agreed and you split away from them. Once you grabbed your clothes you arrived in from your stylists, you went to go change. You shut the door of the room behind you, leaning against it as your eyes watered. 

Your emotions were finally getting to you. 

It all played in your mind. The look in Wooseok’s eyes when he asked you who the song was about. His smile filled with excitement to see you when he walked into the room. His laugh as he poked and teased you. Oh, you were falling deep. And it was beginning to hurt to keep your feelings concealed. 

Your vision blurred. A sad chuckled left your lips. 

“Jung Wooseok”, you began. “The way you make my heart soar and you don’t even realize it.” 

Then, the tears began to fall. 

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-Athena ♡