#very proud of it and myself thank you for this award

[novelconcepts]

Once again, I have triumphed*

*posted truly smutty smut that just hurt everyone’s feelings

[ddejavvu]

James making sure to always carry a sweet lip balm around for his girl in the winter months (she won’t kiss with dry or cracked lips)

At James's call, you turn your head. He's said your name, and you expect him to show you a neat rock that he found, or your name written in the dirt, but as soon as you're turned to him you're being assaulted.

James smears chapstick messily over your lips, one hand holding the back of your head to force you to maintain contact with the lip balm. It's unpleasant only in its aggressiveness, but the chapstick tastes like strawberries where he accidentally gets it on the inside of your lip, and you get a taste.

You let out a muffled shout in surprise, but James is done in seconds. He's evidently applied a thick layer over his own lips already, because they've got a muted red tint, and you take a heaving breath in through your nose when you see James lean forwards to kiss you.

It's a strawberry-flavored kiss. A desperate, pushy, abrupt strawberry-flavored kiss, but strawberry-flavored all the same. You're more than happy to grip the curls near the base of James's neck while he gets his fill of your lips, scraping your nails against his skin and laughing breathily as best you can when you feel a shiver run up his spine.

He parts only after oxygen drops to short supply, panting as he stares at you with a pink-tinted grin.

"Thanks," He breathes, licking his lips, "'Knew you wouldn't kiss me 'nless I had it on."

"Put it back," You nod approvingly at his words, holding your purse open for the chapstick in his hand. He doesn't listen, though, slipping it into his pocket instead.

"It's mine," He assures you, "Yours is in there."

Your brows furrow, and he reaches into your purse to prove it to you.

"Here, see? Yours is here." He withdraws your chapstick from your purse, right where you'd left it. It's the same size, brand, and color as the one he'd tucked away into his pocket, and you tilt your head to the side in question.

"Well, y'don't always have your purse on you," He explains, rubbing the back of his neck like he's sheepish but grinning like he's proud, "And I know you don't like kissing without chapstick. So I bought some myself."

For that, James Potter is awarded his very own desperate, pushy, abrupt strawberry-flavored kiss.

[whimsiwitchy]

he's hooked (oneshot)

hugh jackman x actress!reader

summary: y/n is an actress in her early 20’s. after having the best night of her career, Hugh Jackman introduces himself. the two stars hook up in the venue's bathroom and for y/n it was nothing but a one night stand. However, Hugh becomes obsessed and can’t let her go so easily.

warnings: use of y/n, she/her pronouns, age gap (22/55), smut, protected vaginal penetration, dirty talk, reader is kinda cocky, hugh is very persistent, reader mentions age gap a lot, oral (f receiving), one use of daddy (in a playful way), bathroom sex.

authors note: y'all I am trying my absolute best to write smut. this is my second attempt and while i'm not super proud of it, I am proud of myself for trying. practice makes perfect I guess lol. anyways, I hope you enjoy. (sorry if it sucks butt) love y'all <33

 Tonight felt like a dream. It was the 97th Academy Awards and you had won your first Oscar for best actress. When your name was called, you were completely shocked. The category was filled with nominees that you had looked up to your entire life and you genuinely thought you had no shot of winning. You were completely honored to win such an award so early into your career. After the ceremony was over, most of the attendees made their way over to the Oscars Governors Ball, which was one of the few after parties that are held annually after the event. It felt surreal to be in a place full of Hollywood's biggest names and it was even crazier that you were now one of them. You were currently sitting at the bar waiting for a drink when a deep accented voice spoke. “Congratulations on your big win tonight. You deserve it.” When you look over to see who was speaking, you’re met with a very handsome Hugh Jackman. “Oh thank you. Congrats to you too, best actor.” Your tone is teasing yet sincere. “I’m Hugh.” He offers his hand to shake, which you take. “I know who you are, Mr.Jackman. I’m y/n.” You shake his hand firmly, letting it go right after. “I know who you are, Ms. y/l/n.” He joked back and you let out a small laugh. You look forward as the bartender sits your drink in front of you and you give him a quick thank you. From the corner of your eye, you can see Hugh’s eyes trail your body. “Did you just check me out?” You turn your head to face him. “It’s hard not to when you look that good.” Hugh says without missing a beat. “Aren’t you married? I don’t think your wife would appreciate you hitting on a twenty two year old.” You give him an accusing look. He lifts his left hand, showing off his bare ring finger. “I'm divorced, babe.” You almost miss the smirk that rests on his bearded face. 

“Hm. Well in that case, there are plenty of beautiful women here your own age here that would happily go home with you tonight. Maybe you should flirt with them.” You turn back to your drink, taking a long sip through the skinny straw. “None of them are as pretty as you. You’re the most gorgeous woman here by far.” You let out a laugh of disbelief. “Bye Hugh Jackman. It was nice meeting you.” You slowly climb down the tall ball stool and grab your drink. Before you can walk off, Hugh calls your name, causing you to turn back towards him. “I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime.” He smiles and you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make your heartbeat stutter. “You know that Real Steel was my favorite movie when I was like eleven. Does that make my age more apparent to you or do you not care?” He furrows his brows, pretending to think for a moment. “Hm. I don’t think I care very much.” You laugh, dropping your head. “You’re unbelievable.” He smiles. “So is that a yes?” “No.” You smile and walk away. 

—

Your friend Kayleigh was ranting to you about a technical issue that happened during her performance earlier in the night and you were trying your best to pay attention. Sometime in between the chat you had with Hugh and now, he had removed the black suit jacket he had on. The sleeves of his white button up dress shirt were rolled up, showing off his large forearms, his biceps peaking out slightly. It was overly distracting. “Girl what the fuck are you staring at?” She moves her head around trying to match your staring gaze. “Y/n please don’t tell me you're staring at that old man right now.” You give her a sheepish look. “God, straight people are so fucking weird.” She sighs. “It’s not weird. He’s kinda hot.” You admit. “Whatever you say. Why don’t you just go talk to him? I’m almost positive he’d fuck you if you ask.” You look back over to where Hugh is talking to some older woman, just like you had suggested. “I kinda already turned him down. Well, not for sex. He asked me to dinner.” Her face scrunches up. “Ew. He’s like older than your parents.” You laugh. “Is it bad that I find that hot?” She nods. “Yes y/n. That’s like really fucking weird dude.” You ignore her. “Should I go try to get him to fuck me?” You ask, genuinely wanting her opinion. “If that’s really what you’re into these days, go for it. I’m highly disgusted by you right now though.” You stand up and grab the small clutch you had with you. “Eh. You’ll get over it. You’ll be okay on your own for a little bit?” She gives you a thumbs up and you make your way over to Hugh and the woman he was speaking to. 

“Hi, sorry to interrupt.” You apologize and turn to Hugh. “Could I talk to you alone for a moment?” He looks confused and completely caught off guard. “Uh, yea.” He turns to the woman. “It was nice to catch up with you.” She says something back that you don’t catch, too busy staring at the vein that is basically jumping out of Hugh’s arm. “You wanted to talk to me?” His words bring you out of your thirsting trance. “Follow me.” You grab his hand, dragging him through a door and into a hallway. “Where are we going?” He asks, taken aback by your lack of plan. “I’m not sure.” You say as you continue to drag him. “Y/n slow down, we can talk here. There’s no one out here.” He stops walking and it makes you tumble back, his grip on your hand stopping you from continuing forward. “We need somewhere private.” His confused expression only deepens. “I don’t know how much more private this can get darling. If it’s really that much of a secret, we can stop talking if someone comes by.” He offers and you huff. “I don’t actually wanna talk Hugh.” 

“You’re confusing me here darling.” You wiggle your hand out of his and raise it to your head in frustration. “I want you to fuck me.” You look at him and his eyes go wide. “I’m sorry…what?” “If you don’t want to, that's fine, we can go back.” Your confidence began to falter. “Wait, that’s not what I'm saying.” 

“So you want to fuck me?” He takes a moment to think before answering.

“Yes.” 

“Then help me find somewhere private.” The two of you make your way down the never ending hallway, checking every door you see. Hugh opens a door and closes it, making his way down the hallway. Seeing as it was the only door that opened so far, you went to check it yourself and saw that it was an empty bathroom. “Why’d you keep going, this is perfect.” You shout at him. “I’m not fucking you in a bathroom.” He looks at you like that was obvious. “Well it’s not like we have any other options. Come on.” You go inside and wait for him. Once he’s inside you motion to the door. “Lock it.” You tell him. “We’re really doing this?” He asks, confirming. “Unless you don’t want to.” He takes a pause before speaking again. “Get your pretty ass over here.” He growls. 

You walk over to him slowly. He pulls you close to him once you’re in arms reach and you look up at him through your lashes. “Too damn sexy for your own good.” He whispers before leaning down and locking his lips with yours. The feeling of his beard against your skin was addicting. The kiss was slow at first, both of you testing the waters with each other. It was you who begged to enter his mouth, tongue sliding against his lips. You didn’t want to come off so desperate but you needed more from him. His large hands slid down to your ass, giving it a tight squeeze that has you gasping. His tongue dives into your mouth, exploring every crevice. It’s messy but it’s hot. “Jump.” He commands and you listen. His hands grab the back side of your thighs and he walks you over to the counter, sitting you down inbetween two of the sinks. His lips are back on yours the moment your body touches the cold surface. 

“You sure you want to do this baby?” He asks. “Positive.” You breathe out. Hugh bends down, sitting on both of his knees. Grabbing your ankle, he gives kisses to the skin that your heel doesn’t cover. He moves upward, leaving long sensual kisses up your calf and thigh, raising the end of your dress as he goes. As simple as the gesture was, it felt erotic, never having a man take this kind of care with you before. His lips move higher, curving with your leg until he’s hovering above your pussy. “You’re wet already baby?” His voice is cocky and if it weren’t for the heat of his breath making your mind foggy, you would’ve called him out on it. He gives the wet spot on your panties a shy kiss. The act has you letting out a quiet moan, sounding louder from the echo of the bathroom. He slips a finger behind the cotton of your underwear and tugs at it while looking up at you. “Can I take these off?” He asks, finger still tugging the fabric dangerously close to where you need him the most. “Yes.” It’s breathy but it gets the job done because Hugh moves his head up, grabbing the top of the fabric with his teeth. He starts to tug your panties down, using one of his hands to help the other side. You lift your body slightly as Hugh pulls them down farther. When they’re all the way off, Hugh sits back with your panties hanging from the big toothy smile he's wearing. The sight was definitely going to be what you pictured the next time you touched yourself. 

“Oh fuck me..” He grabs your panties from his teeth and slides them into his back pocket. “Mhm. not yet, baby. Wanna eat your pretty pussy first.” He leans back in between your legs, lips ghosting over your heat. “So perfect.” He whispers as he kisses each pussy lip three times before finally kissing your clit. “Mhmm, please Hugh.” His tongue slides from your opening to your bud teasingly slow. You can feel his beard scratching the sensitive skin but it only adds to the pleasure. He swirls his tongue around your clit a few times before sucking it into his lips, the feeling causes you to jerk your hips. His hands, that were gently holding your ankles, moved up to hold your hips down. His mouth moves down to your opening, tongue plunging in and out a few times before moving back up to your clit. You hadn’t even noticed that one of his hands moved from your hip until you felt one of his fingers dip into you slowly. He curls the finger and moves it back and forth at an unexpectedly fast pace. Before you can adjust to it, he’s adding another finger and it all becomes too much. “Fuck..I’m gonna cum.” Your words are mixed with moans. He doesn't let up, his tongue and fingers speeding up and it has you cumming hard around his fingers, loud moans feel the air. He gives your pussy one last kiss before leaning back and removing his fingers. When you can fully see his face, it is a sight to see. His salt and pepper beard is covered in your slick, lips glossy. 

“Want you to see how good you taste darling.” He says while moving his two fingers to your lips. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, taking his fingers in your mouth slowly. Hugh hisses as you suck around his fingers, tongue swirling around each one.  Once you're confident that they’re clean, you grab his wrist and take his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “You still gonna fuck me old man or did you already cum in your pants?” You joke with him. He stands up, both knees popping in the process. Just as you're about to laugh and make fun of him some more, he grabs you off of the counter to stand you up. He turns you around and bends you over the counter. “You keep talking like you weren’t the one staring at me for an hour before asking me to fuck you.” He goes to undo his belt buckle and you shiver at the sound. You're looking back at him through the mirror. “Whatever.” You reach over to your clutch and open it, grabbing a condom. You reach back and hold it back to Hugh. “Here, put this on.” He grabs it with a questioning look. “Why were you carrying condoms?” You roll your eyes and rest your head in your hands, elbows propped up. “Can you mind your business and fuck me already. I’m getting bored.” You were lying right through your teeth. You were far from bored but you wanted to keep the whole ‘hard to get’ game going a little longer.

You watch him open the condom and see his arms move as he rolls it down his cock. As bad as you wished you could see him fully but it was kind of exciting- not knowing what you were about to get. “How do you want me baby?” He asks, looking at you through the mirror. You get a small glimpse of his dick as he slaps it across your ass. “Give me all you got daddy.” He smirks and shakes his head at the name. He lines up his member with your entrance and slides in slowly. Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t wait long before he’s slamming back into you. The stretch stings slightly and you hadn’t expected him to be so big. He slaps your ass hard and you yelp in response. You drop your head down at the pleasure. “Nuh uh. Look at me while I fuck you baby.” You raise your head to look at Hugh through the mirror again. “That’s it. Look at how pretty you look getting fucked by an old man.” You couldn’t help but listen to him. Hugh was fucking you dumb and you couldn’t think straight. His balls hitting your clit was what sent you over the edge for a second time. “Please don’t stop Hugh mhmmm fuck baby. I’m cumming, please don’t stop, baby.” Your moans match the rhythm of his hips, each thrust knocking the air out of you with its force. “Just like that sweet girl. Fuck not gonna last much longer.” Even after your high, the pleasure continues as Hugh chases his own. You push your hips back, meeting his thrust. The act makes Hugh moan. “Mhm, I'm gonna cum baby.” His hands squeeze your hips, thrusts getting sloppy as he cums. 

The two of you stay quiet as you both freshen up and try to make it less noticeable that you two left to have sex. You push yourself up onto the counter, sitting lazily as you watch Hugh toss his hair around. “Can you kiss me again?” You ask Hugh. He smiles and walks over to stand in between your legs. He grabs your cheeks and kisses you. “Mhm. You're a good kisser.” The compliment is sincere. You could kiss his lips for hours if he’d let you. He hums. “So, are you gonna let me take you out now?” You look in his eyes and smile. “Hugh we can’t. This was fun and it was good sex but that’s all it was.” “Why can’t we?” He’s quick with his words. “It’s just not practical Hugh. I think you're handsome and you seem like a sweet guy but I'm too young for you. The press would tear us apart quicker than we got together.” You explain. “Fuck the press. Let me take you out and get to know you at least.” You sigh. “I’m sorry Hugh. I can’t.” You offer him a small smile. “I’m not gonna stop trying. You’re too good to lose.” He kisses your cheek. “I should get back out there. I have a friend waiting for me.” He steps back, letting you hop down from the counter. “Bye Hugh Jackman.” You give him a small peck on the lips before leaving the bathroom. 

— 

A few weeks later, you were on set for the newest film you were working on. You’d just arrived an hour earlier and were sent to your trailer to get ready for the first scene. When you walked through the door, you were greeted with a bouquet of wildflowers and a note that read:

I can’t stop thinking about you. -H.J (xxx) xxx-xxxx

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[dorothy16]

alancummingreally Today is my 58th birthday and I want to tell you about something I recently did for myself.

I returned my OBE. Fourteen years ago, I was incredibly grateful to receive it in the 2009 Queen’s birthday honours list, for it was awarded not just for my job as an actor but ‘for activism for equal rights for the gay and lesbian community, USA’. Back then the Defence of Marriage Act ensured that same sex couples couldn’t get married or enjoy the same basic legal rights as straight people, and Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ensured that openly gay, lesbian or bisexual people were barred from serving in the military. (Incidentally both these policies were instituted by the Clinton administration). This is the statement I made at the time: ‘I am really shocked and delighted to receive this honour. I am especially happy to be honoured for my activism as much as for my work. The fight for equality for the LGBT community in the US is something I am very passionate about, and I see this honour as encouragement to go on fighting for what I believe is right and for what I take for granted as a UK citizen. Thank you to the Queen and those who make up her Birthday honours list for bringing attention to the inaction of the US government on this issue. It makes me very proud to be British, and galvanised as an American’. The Queen’s death and the ensuing conversations about the role of monarchy and especially the way the British Empire profited at the expense (and death) of indigenous peoples across the world really opened my eyes. Also, thankfully, times and laws in the US have changed, and the great good the award brought to the LGBTQ+ cause back in 2009 is now less potent than the misgivings I have being associated with the toxicity of empire (OBE stands for Officer of the British Empire). So I returned my award, explained my reasons and reiterated my great gratitude for being given it in the first place. I’m now back to being plain old Alan Cumming again. Happy birthday to me!

[houpss]

Hurt

Lily had a panic attack during her performance

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

First person narration, angst, panic attacks, tears.

This was an important performance, SKZ prepared very carefully.I've been preparing for so long, I wanted to be the best for STAY, I wanted to be proud of me! It was a big award where we wanted to receive a big award, Daesang. The boys were tense, they did everything professionally that was needed. The performance was supposed to be with the song "MEGAVERSE" and everything turned out perfectly.

"What are our lovely lady thinking about?" Minho jokingly asked, patting me on the back as I was warming up in front of the studio mirror.

"I'm worried, Ho, I want to show YOU that I deserve to be a part of Stray kids." I bit my lip and shook my body before turning to Minho in a half turn.

"You are an integral part of us, and whoever disagrees with this goes fuck themselves," Minho said briefly, but very accurately. Lily laughed at his words

"What are you laughing at, it's time for us to go"

"And where are the others?"

"Seungmin and Changbin are now buying water for everyone, Chan is discussing some points with staff, and everyone else is waiting in the car. Come on,Bear...You're too slow"

I left with Minho, the atmosphere was quite tense and everyone felt it. We sat down in the car:I was sitting next to Felix, who was taking new selfies for Bubble and we took a selfie together; Jeongin had already fallen asleep on Chan's shoulder, Changbin and Hyunjin were jokingly arguing; Seungmin was listening to music on headphones, and Jison and Minho were pestering each other. Lily exhaled and whispered to Felix, "I'm so worried, freckle..as if I don't have the right to make mistakes."

"Oh... Lily..this is absolutely normal, our work anticipates constant stress. Firstly, you are an ordinary living person and life without mistakes is impossible, STAY will love you any, like other Members, you will not get worse from this," Felix said with a smile and took Lily's hand in his, he understood how important support is to her now.

Some fans literally used the phrase "I'm ot8, but Lily..."

I put my head on Felix's shoulder, and he squeezed my hand harder.

We arrived at the filming location, and staff began to prepare us. I had bright makeup done with black shaded arrows, blue lenses were put on and the tone of my face was adjusted so that it shone aesthetically, perfectly. My dyed burgundy hair was twisted into a lot of curls, and my clothes were a rather strict version, an earpiece was hooked on my ear.The boys were having fun and laughing, of course it was loud and noisy in the SKZ Dressing Room...I tried to join in their conversation, but I just made it worse for myself.I don't belong here.I looked at myself in the mirror, my throat constricted, I just whispered to myself:"a living doll." I don't want to be here, I have to be somewhere else. Why such thoughts?The first signs of anxiety.

Chan noticed my condition and gently patted me on the shoulder: "Princess,is everything okay?".I'm scared."Chan frowned and took me to the nearest couch so the boys wouldn't see them.He stroked her hands with his fingers, his lips briefly kissed her forehead so as not to erase the tone from her face."My beautiful one, you are perfect and everything will go well, you make the STAY and boys so happy. You'll like this performance," Chan patted his back and gave a bottle of water in his hands, "And after the award we'll go home and watch some movie, okay?"

I nodded and hugged him briefly, my lips were frozen: "Thank you, my love"

It was time to go on stage, I gave the boys a bright smile and we went on stage to the noisy STAY, it became dark.The spotlight fell on me, and I took a deep breath, ready to dive into the dance. But suddenly my heart started pounding wildly, pounding loudly in my chest, I'm suffocating again. The light became blinding, the sounds became unbearable, and the air around me became suffocating. My vision was blurred, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. Tears welled up in my eyes, I want to cry so much, fear gripped me. I was engulfed by a powerful force that engulfed me, completely paralyzing me. Every muscle in my body was tense, and it was impossible to control the waves of panic that were spreading through me.I was engulfed by a powerful force that engulfed me, completely paralyzing me. Every muscle in my body was tense, and it was impossible to control the waves of panic that were spreading through me. I desperately tried to regain control, to suppress the panic, but it continued to intensify. The adrenaline coursing through my veins only fueled the fire of my anxiety. The performance I had been working so hard on was slipping away, disappearing into the darkness around me. The music deafened me, I looked around in confusion, it's time to perform. My body was moving, I didn't understand what I was doing, my body was working automatically.The reality of the situation has dissolved, and all that remains is an overwhelming sense of impending doom. Thoughts raced through my head, saying that I wasn't good enough, that I would embarrass myself in front of everyone. It was as if the weight of the world was pressing down on my shoulders, hampering my every move.It was my turn to play, my body continued to move gracefully at the same time sharply, singing broke from my lips, I tried my best to suppress tears and shaking in my body, just not now, please.During one of the elements of the choreography, I exchanged glances with Hyunjin when the scenes were going on at the frn while there was a part of Jison. Hyunjin nodded to me softly and squeezed my hand for a moment, and I smiled gratefully.With all my determination, I overcame my fear. The path ahead was uncertain, but I didn't let panic dictate my fate. The support of my boys and the love of art that fueled my passion became beacons of light leading me forward. "Welcome to the Stray Kids HOT MEGAVERSE" Felix and I dictated this last line together. The lights went out, and Staye's deafening support swept through the hall.When the last notes echoed through the hall, I was overcome by a sense of accomplishment. I faced my fears face to face without giving in to panic. It wasn't a flawless performance, but it was filled with sincere emotions and unwavering determination.The applause that followed was dedicated not only to the performance, but also to the resilience and strength it took to overcome my panic attack.I exhaled exhausted and we went down from the stage to the idol area. I bowed politely to my friends and colleagues. We sat down at our table, and under the table I felt Chan's supportive grip and Hyunjin's proud gaze.I squeezed Chan's fingers under the table.From that day on, I vowed never to let fear dictate my path. I knew that panic attacks were part of my personality, but they didn't define me. I will continue my work. I'm part of the Stray Kids. Hwang Lily will never fade away.

[prettieinpink]

advice on how to feel proud of yourself? I’m a student and I whenever I achieve something I don’t feel proud of myself, I’m just glad that it’s over. I wish I was someone who could be genuinely proud of themselves and consider their own validation enough. I also dont like how When someone else praises me i instantly feel good but I can’t get that same effect from myself :( pls help and thank you!!

First of all, if you feel that you’re glad that it's over instead of proud, it’s possible that you don’t entirely love what you are doing at the moment. I won’t elaborate on this further because you may just lack self-compassion, but I ask that you consider that factor. 

Secondly, my apologies for replying so late. I hope this post finds you well✨🎀

REFLECTION INSTEAD OF DWELLING. If you feel this way, instead of dwelling on the fact that you feel that your accomplishments aren’t giving you self-satisfaction, focus on what validates your soul and gives you that self-satisfaction. 

As you are a student, achieving high marks or awards is very good, which explains why you want to be proud of yourself. However, any external validation is temporary and is not sustainable. 

Take some time to reflect and see what does validate yourself. Your sense of self-worth and validation doesn’t have to come from your school accomplishments, regardless of how  You don’t have to be extremely proud of yourself to celebrate yourself. You did the work so that you can reward yourself. 

high they are.

CHANGE YOUR WORDS. If you do feel like you’re glad it's over, instead of repeating that to yourself, reframe it so it's more affirmative to yourself because it’s okay to feel that you’re happy that it’s over. School and student life can be very stress-inducing, so it’s understandable. Some examples are...

‘ I'm proud of myself for persevering and completing this task.’

‘"I've done a great job, and I deserve to acknowledge my efforts."

‘I'm proud of my growth and progress, and I'm excited to see what the future holds."

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. Another reason may be that you prioritize your academic career over your well-being, making your achievements seem less exciting. Make sure you’re taking the appropriate breaks, sleeping well, and having a balanced diet. 

Also, make sure you’re balancing your studying and school work with hobbies and socializing. You don’t want your whole life to revolve around school. CELEBRATE IN YOUR OWN WAY. Whether it's a good meal, sleeping late watching Netflix, or even buying/baking yourself a cake.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Stutter

Warning: hurt/fluff, stutter, insecurity, bullying

Pairing: Chan x reader

Summary: You have a stutter and you’re getting better.

Enjoy! 😆

-🩷

**

"I-I w-would like to-to say thank y-you to the s-stay that stuck w-with us t-through all t-the ups and downs when...when t-things we're hard. T-this is for all of us-of you," I manage to say into the mic. I was clearly nervous, this was the first time speaking in public and an award show was honestly very intimidating.

Everyone cheers and Chan gives his last speech before we all go backstage to prepare for our performance.

"You did so well out there Y/nie!" Changbin boasts. He wraps his hands around me in a hug while everyone else is talking or getting their makeup fixed.

"Y-you really think s-so?" I smile and look up at him. Happy that I was able to make him proud. They had been trying to get me to talk a lot more and be involved in interviews, radio stations or shoes in general and this was the first big step.

"Yes I do! I'm so proud of you!" He exclaims and carries me in a spin. I laugh and yelp trying to fidget out of his grip knowing he wouldn’t let go unless I wrestled him.

Chan walks over to the both of us. A big smile caused by me and Changbin. Once Changbin releases me and gets distracted by Han throwing a ball at him. Chan gives me a kiss before spinning me around like in the movies. I let out a small squeal and giggle at this.

"I'm happy with what you did out there and I’m so proud baby."

"W-well when you asked s-so nicely I had too. Did-did I s-stutter a lot?" I ask him tilting my head. Slightly nervous that no one understood what I was saying. He shakes his head no.

"Nope, you did amazing and do you know what you get?" I look at him confused. Wondering.

"A treat later tonight," he whispers in my ear causing me to turn red and flustered. Butterflies flattering in my stomach.

"O-oh I-I...umph...C-Chan!" I exclaim and smack him. He was towering over me and smirking. He lets out a small chuckle, amused Ofcourse.

“What? You know you-“

"We are on in 10!" A producer yells. I feel myself jump a little due to the loud voice. A normal thing that happens whenever loud sounds came out of no where.

"Hey…are the hiccups still really bad?" He frowns at me but I shake my head no.

“Stop calling them hiccups Chan?” I playfully shove him. "O-only when it's really loud and there's a lot of people b-but now it's n-not as bad." I explain to him while playing with the hand that was in mine.

"Okay my love, just remember whenever you feel overwhelmed tell me okay?" He slightly relaxes.

"Yes I-I will Channie," I smile and give him another kiss.

The venue was really packed and they were a lot of people around us but we seemed to always be in our own little world, drowning all the sounds.

His face smooth and shiny. His hair neatly put together, his ear peace dangling around his neck and eyeshadow put perfectly round his eyes. Looking at him and admiring his beauty.

I let out a gasp suddenly when I remember something that I had to tell him. I was excited and very much filled with so much joy, I had to tell him right there and then.

"C-Chan I-I got us t-tickets t-to a-a s-show a-at- ugh..." I sigh frustrated failing to speak a normal thing when I was extremely happy.

He frowns then rubs my knuckles,

"Hey it's okay take your time and breathe no rush, just breathe." His face turns into a worried look. Making me feel guilty but I nod and take a breath.

"I-I got us t-tickets for a s-how I-in new y-York when we-we got there!" He smile widens.

"You see there you go. Now this show you speak of…. Am I allowed to know what it is? Or is it a suprise? Hm pretty girl?"

"S-suprise! But y-you'll know soon." I smile and he kisses my forehead for the 100th time that day.

"I'm excited I can't wait!" He beams.

"Alright people! Let's go! Let's go!" The producer yells at all of us and we walk towards the stage.

"Good luck everyone!" Chan says,

"G-good luck Chan!" I say back before we make our way on stage hearing thousands of people screaming.

When we go on stage we perform a few songs. Ofcourse I didn't stutter because whenever I did sing it didn't come but it only happened when I was really upset or just talking in general.

The permformace was 15 minutes long until we could get offstage.

Ofcourse everyone said thank you to the dancers and crew then we made it backstage when we changed into more comfy clothes so we could go home.

"I think that today we should celebrate Y/n! For getting on stage and giving her speech!" Han yells excitedly in the car.

"O-oh n-no no n-no, we-we shouldn't!" I cover my face shyly and Chan chuckles.

"We should babe, come on! I'm so proud of you!"

"O-okay but n-no drinking," I wave at all of them and they laugh.

"Okay no drinking!" Seungmin says,

We go to a restaurant near by and the waiter comes over. The place was empty, thanks to Changbin, he was able to find a quiet place.

We all hated loud places after concerts or shows because our bodies are very much drained.

She was blonde and really pretty. Her eyes lit up when she saw everyone.

"Oh my God!" She squeals, "you guys are straykids!" She screams. Quite literally. I see Chan move uncomfortably. The boys too.

"Yeah we are, um can you do us a favor. Don't tell anyone we're here." He asks politely.

"Ofcourse! Ofcourse! Can I please have an autograph?"

"Maybe after we're done with dinner yeah?" Leeknow steps in.

"Thank you so much! And oh my God Y/n! I saw you on tv today! This is the first time we've seen you talking in public! We didn't know you stutter! That’s new…" She says almost in a mocky way.

I look up at her and give her a nervous smile. Trying to forget her tone.

"Y-yeah I-i have a stutter-"

"How come you sing so well tho? Aren't you like damaged good in the entertainment industry?"

"Excuse me?" Chan steps in obviously offended on my behalf.

"Can you do your job instead of making fun of her?" I.N also steps in looking pissed as well.

"I-it's o-okay g-guys. A-and n-no i-I'm...." I trail away frustrated and huffing at the fact that my body and brain can’t even defend myself without going all out of control.

"Can I speak to your manger?" Chan says harshly causing the girl to take a step back.

"O-oh um yes sure!" She leaves looking terrified while everyone looks at me.

"I-it's o-okay g-guys I-its n-normal!" I smile half heartedly and they give me a worried look. Chan’s hand wrapping around me, pulling me closer to his side.

"Ignore her please. She's a bitch for that." Felix says trying to comfort me.

I just nod my head and look down at my hands that were playing with Chan's.

"I love you," he whispers. "We'll talk about it later yeah?" I just nod. Refusing to Speak now.

The manager comes over and they all complain about the lady and Ofcourse since we were idols they fired her straightaway and gave us a new waiter plus our meal was free.

She took our orders one my one and when she came to me she was so nice.

"Hey ma'am, what would you like to eat?" She smiles.

I look over at Chan who just tells her my order and she walks away.

The night consisted everyone having fun and laughing but I couldn't help but feel insecure. So I kept quiet. Letting out a giggle here and there but refusing to speak more than 4 lines.

"Should we head home?" Chan asks everyone and we all agree and get into the cars that were parked outside.

**

When we get to the dorms we all say our good nights and I head to our room. I try and avoid Chan because I just knew he would want to talk about the restaurant incident.

I quickly get into the shower and when I’m out he’s laying on the bed scrolling through his phone. His black sweatpants on and no shirt.

I make my way to my vanity and sit down.

"Hey baby, you good?" Chan asks sitting up our bed.

I just nod and continue removing my makeup. I hear a sigh and instantly feel guilty again.

"Talk to me please, I know you're upset." His voice is low and slow.

"I-I...n-no," I quickly shut down when I see the stuttering getting worse.

"Baby, come here." He says softly. I walk over to him and sit by his side refusing to fight the fact that I need him. I need his touch.

His hands wrap around my waist and I sit between his legs.

"Remember what I told you? That if anyone mentions anything about your stuttering..?"

"T-that I s-should tell them I-it’s cause I-I'm s-special in m-my own way." I softly say looking up at him.

"They are many people looking up at you, many kids that have the same stutter that love you and look at you as a role model. Show them that you are. Show them that if you can do it they can do."

His touch is soft as he carreses my cheek.

"B-but I-I c-Chan I-it's...ugh!" I exclaim frustrated again.

"Take your time my love, breathe and concentrate,"

"I hate it," I softly say and he frowns wiping the tears that fell.

"You shouldn't because at the end of the day it's the way you react to the situation that matters right?"

"Yeah," I sigh,

"So if you decided not to go for that audition because you had a stutter or if you gave up halfway through because of it, would you be here right now?"

"N-no"

"Then a bunch of nobodies shouldn’t affect you okay?"

He was right, I shouldn’t allow a few people to bring me down. I was already learning to be confident.

"Y-yeah, t-thank you Channie. For l-loving me the way I am,"

"You don't need to thank me baby and remember whenever you struggle saying things,"

"Just breathe and concentrate,"

I smile when he kisses my cheek.

[boydholbrook-fan]

Boyd Holbrook as Clement Mansell in Justified: City Primeval - Episode 7 'The Smoking Gun'

As part of a 1-Year Anniversary of Justified: City Primeval premiere celebration!

Aaaand as promised, I'm gonna repeat myself over and over again! 😇

First of all, I wanna give a huge thanks to the J:CP producers, creators or just the people responsible for casting Boyd as Clement in this! Casting Boyd in J:CP is the best choice/decision ever made, really! And also, I'm so, so happy that Boyd took/accepted the offer to play Clement Mansell!

Boyd Holbrook portrayed Clement Mansell to an absolute perfection! He did an outstanding job, just like always does! Phenomenal performance! He is excellent from the very first scene (the intro, really, the best intro scene I've ever seen) to the very last (still difficult for me to watch the last scene, the moment Raylan shoots Clement)! Also, to see and hear Boyd singing and dancing too in J:CP is a true gem! And after couple of, well, probably multiple times (I lost count) rewatching J:CP, I still can't get enough of Boyd's brilliant performance! Boyd truly deserved an award or at least a nomination for his work as Clement Mansell in Justified: City Primeval! People just don't see the true talent. Boyd is so underrated. He is a true talent! People just don't see it.

Also, Justified: City Primeval holds a special place in my heart. Clement Mansell is one of my absolute favorite of Boyd's characters and performances.

And now, I know I keep saying all this but I'll actually never get tired of saying it so I'm gonna say that again!

Boyd is such a phenomenal and true actor! Such an exceptional talent! Such a lovely and kind person! Nice guy! Precious and wonderful human being with a huge heart! Handsome man! And I love him so much and admire him so much! And I'm so proud of him! There you go, I said it, I said it again because it's true! Deal with it! ❤️🌟🔥🥰😍❤️‍🔥

BOYD HOLBROOK IS A LEGEND!

[prapaiwife]

Pavel's long message on Twitter for his award yesterday! It's worth the read he's so grateful for everything, and everyone is just so happy for him🥺

Today, boy naret prompaopun has done it successfully na my cat army. i never thought, not even a single bit, that i'd get this popular series actor award 🥹 and in addition pitbabe also got series of the year in the same day 😭 all the tiredness from everything we've done is gone now... ytd when i went to the event, i didn't think i'd get the award, tbh i did prepare a speech for the pitbabe award just in case, but my individual award? i really didn't prepare. i've been seeing you all inviting each other to vote all this while, and i've been seeing the numbers every day ... and every candidate was so superb 😨 and the night before the event i saw, and i thought i'd probably not get it already... so i didn't prepare but all of you surprised me alot, the staff told me after that the votes dropped alot :( i can tell you that i was shocked when the mc said my name into the mic .. at that time, there were a lot of emotions in my head, i was happy, excited, proud of all of you, and scared about what to say... Thus, i want to type it out now bc i won't be able to finish saying all of this...

i want to say that i love you alot pavel's kittens, all of you changed me alot, gave me the courage to do things and believe in myself and gave me the courage to love.... i want to thank you all for having my back from the start, some of you even before pitbabe staying with me for over 5 years .... no matter how long has passed, all of you are my top priority in life. very soon it'll be 1st anniversary of pitbabe the series, i wanna tell you all that i'm very happy and i try my best to make everyone happy. i want us to love each other and in times where we have problems arise that make us uncomfortable, i want us to love each other for a long time na. sometimes people will say that i don't care or something like that... but please dont think that way, i love everyone very much and i want to give happiness to everyone ❤️ no matter if you come to find me at events or support me from home, sometimes i can't do everything for everyone cuz there's too many people :( i want everyone to know that i love you na ❤️ all of you probably know right? that i do my best to produce good work for you all, non-stop and without backing out, i'll do it well whilst being happy and not stressed na ❤️ love you na please stay together like this for a long time na i'll be your strong meow dad and sulky mu na my cat army. no matter what the future will be like, i'll focus on doing my best in the present and i won't make my cat army disappointed na ❤️

Like I have said before,

Live,

Develops,

Enjoy.

PitBabe has ended, but the legacy stays.

But the new legacy will be born, soon.

Stay with me till you can. I’ll continue enjoying my life with you all.

Mumma, I fcking made it.

[sadie-bug345]

Ok so can I maybe get greasers headcanons with an absolute academic weapon s/o (think Rory Gilmore/annabeth chase/Devi Vishwakumar) who’s parents like make them get all A’s and they are very Ivy League bound, always dressing in blazers/looking very sharp and corporate and super ambitious? (Probs academic rivals with pony lowkey 💀) Thanks so much lmao I think Dallys is going to be 🔥🔥

YESSS 🫶🫶 i myself am an academic weapon🧐(JK LMAO ap physics has made me lose my will to live) ANYWAYS

ponyboy:

yall are actually so cute together ngl

like you guys study for tests together and do hw together

cause you guys are in the same honors classes and stuff

some days pony will get cocky and be like “i’m so much better than you at bio” or smth like that (🙄)

and then you guys get into competitions to see how many times you can get correct answers in class it’s actually crazy

everyone else in class is like 😟 LMAOO

sodapop:

soda is a little on the dumber side😭

im sorry i feel like its canon that he’s a lil slower

WHICH IS OK

but he’ll try and watch you do hw and then get bored like instantly

that or confused

he always says “i was good at math til they added letters🤓☝️”

and you’re just like🥱

LMAO you guys are good for each other tho

cause you convince him to prioritize some form of learning

and he helps you let loose

johnny:

he is honestly really sweet🫶

like understanding when you turn down hangouts cause you got final exams and you cram like crazy

but he also loooves just chilling in your room while you do homework

his catchphrase is “just ask the teacher tomorrow, man”

and you’re just like “🧍‍♀️ it’s a friday night”

anyways he’s just really supportive and proud when you come back with all As on your report card🙏😜🤩

darry:

HE GETS IT

he is real supportive

hes all abt that grind as we know PLUS he canonically gets on pony for his grades

so he’s glad that he don’t gotta worry at all abt that for you

he’s so proud and happy when you get a good score on a test you were worried about and yall go on a lil date night🫶🙏

dally:

he couldn’t care less i’m sorry😭🥱

like DONT GET ME WRONG

hes secretly like super impressed and proud to have a smart asf s/o

but he gets butthurt when you blow him off cause you got a test tomorrow and you’re going to bed early

dal never really had the internal motivation to actually put stuff into school so he just doesn’t get it

whenever you try and include him w your studying/homework he tries to help w flashcards

and whenever you get the answer right and it’s super specific he’s just like 😟

and you’re like “right?” and he’s like “…yeah”

MY GUY IS SCARED cause he knows you could just totally destroy him intellectually🧐

also cause he’s scared you’ll realize you’re too good for him

but its okay 🫶🫶

two-bit

he thinks school is boring like bruh is a total super duper senior just for the friends but the academics

BRO CLOCKS OUT

meanwhile it’s like a major part of your life

hes really impressed

whenever you get some academic award he’s always like “WOOOOOO”

LMAO

you guys have really funny fake arguments

which you destroy him in

youre just like “that’s a fallacy…and that’s a fallacy…bandwagon”

boom roasted asf

steve:

you tutor him kinda on yiur school subjects

yk the study method where you explain a concept to someone else to help you remember it?

you do that for him but he’s just like 😀🧍‍♂️

“and that’s pretty much what mitosis is!”

and hes like ”…i’m glad😀”

LMAOOO

he’ll also try and teach you abt cars and car parts

which is just a bit of a struggle🤏😀

TYSM FOR REQUESTING🤩 my inbox is open! i’m really trying to get to everyone’s and some take more thought for me to plan than others so sorry if they take a while🥰🤪‼️

[worldofheroes]

I’m Proud of You, Sweetheart

tom cruise x wife!actress!reader

summary: you and your husband attend an award show, and tom can’t stop gushing about you to everyone he sees. once the night ends, he’s very impatient to get you to bed.

warnings: 18+, language, unprotected sex

wc: 1.4k

a/n: based on a request by @rveyjules ! Ugh I love writing for Tom in a serious relationship/domestic Tom.

“Hey sweetheart, how are things going in here?” Tom says, stepping into the room where you’re getting your hair and makeup done. 

“Hey,” you smile. “I think we’re about to finish up, right, Meghan?”

Meghan nods. “Almost done,” she says as she fixes your hair. 

“Looking gorgeous, as always,” Tom smiles as he leans against the door frame. 

Tom is wearing his navy suit already, with his tie undone. 

“You two are adorable,” Meghan says. “Okay, I think you’re red carpet ready!”

You look in the mirror, admiring Meghan’s work. 

“Oh, thank you! Amazing as always,” you smile. 

“I’ll go grab your dress,” she says, leaving the room. 

You stand up from your chair and Tom walks over to you, taking your hands. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers, kissing your forehead.

“I thought you were going to shave,” you say. 

“I thought about it, but I know how much you love the stubble,” he smiles. 

You roll your eyes. 

“Y/n, you’re going to look absolutely beautiful in this dress,” Meghan says as she brings the dress into the room. 

“I’ll leave you ladies be,” Tom smiles, leaving the room. 

Meghan helps you into the gold dress, with a plunging neckline and a thigh-high slit. 

“You look so hot,” Meghan smiles. “Tom’s gonna lose his mind.” 

You laugh. “No matter what I wear, Tom loses his mind.” 

You walk into the other room where Tom is waiting. 

“Holy shit,” he says when he sees you. 

“Tom,” you lightly scold, walking up to him and adjusting his tie. 

“I’m sorry, just look at you,” he whispers. 

“We need to get going,” you say, giving him a kiss. 

“Yes ma’am,” he replies. 

The two of you go out to the car, and then arrive at the red carpet. 

Tom gets out of the car first, then helps you out. 

“Tom, stop staring,” you whisper in his ear. 

“I can’t help myself,” he replies, kissing your cheek. 

You walk the red carpet with your husband, and he gushes about you in every interview. 

The two of you finally make it inside, where you are escorted to your seats. 

You make small conversation with the actors around you, while Tom keeps a hand on your leg, nodding along to the conversations. 

After a few minutes of talking to the people around you, you turn to Tom. 

“You… are something else,” you say to him. 

“What?”

You roll your eyes. 

“You look so beautiful, I can’t help it,” he tells you. 

You smile and give his hand a squeeze. Soon, the award ceremony begins. 

The category for Best Actor in a Feature Film finally comes up, a category Tom is nominated for. 

Unfortunately, he doesn’t win.

“It’s okay,” he whispers to you. 

The next category is Best Actress in a Feature Film, which you are nominated for. 

And you end up winning.

You make your way to the stage, giving the presenter a small hug as you take the trophy. 

“Thank you so much,” you smile. “Like everyone else says, I was not expecting to win tonight. It’s an honor to get this award, everyone in this category was so deserving of it. And of course, I need to thank my husband Tom, who has always been my number one supporter in everything I do. Thank you!”

You walk off stage, where you are greeted by crew members, who take your trophy for storing for the rest of the show and help you get back to your seat. 

“Congratulations,” Tom whispers, kissing your cheek. 

By the end of the night, you are exhausted and Tom still can’t keep his hands off of you. 

When you finally get back home, Tom attaches to you like Velcro. 

“Tom,” you say, pulling out your phone that has been blowing up all night. 

“Can’t help myself,” he mutters as he kisses all the bare skin he can reach. 

You notice a text from your best friend. 

You and Tom broke the internet, take a look at this!!

It’s a link to an article with a video. You click it, and it’s a clip of when you won Best Actress. 

The camera goes back to Tom, who is saying something to the people around him. 

You read the article, and find out that Tom was saying “look at my wife” and “that’s my wife”. 

“Tom,” you say to the man that is still peppering your body with kisses. 

“Hmm?”

“You’re obsessed,” you giggle. “Emily sent me a link to a video of you when I won.”

“I’m just proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Thank you.”

“Let me take you to bed.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, getting him to stop kissing you for a moment. 

“You do things to me,” he mutters. 

You shake your head, laughing. You give him a kiss. 

“Please,” Tom begs. 

“You’re something else,” you tell him. 

Tom takes your hand and takes you to the bedroom.

His tie, jacket, and shirt all come off before you have time to comprehend what’s going on. 

Tom puts his hands on your shoulders, then turns you around so he can unzip your dress that falls to the floor. 

“God, look at you,” he says, looking over every inch of your body. “I swear you haven’t changed at all since we first started dating.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies. You’ve been with Tom for decades, yet he still makes your stomach twist and knot. 

“You haven’t changed much either,” you say, working at getting his pants and boxers off. 

Tom moans in reply, and one of his hands moves to his hardening cock, where he starts to stroke himself. 

“Oh,” you sigh as you watch him. 

Tom gives you a mischievous smile and walks you backwards to the bed. 

You fall onto the bed, and Tom crawls on top of you. 

“I do think some congratulations are in order too,” he says in a low voice. 

“Is that so?”

He nods as his fingertips gently brush over your skin, giving you goosebumps. 

“Tom,” you breathe. 

He kisses your skin gently before sitting up. 

You watch him carefully. 

Tom gathers saliva on his fingers, coating his cock with it. 

He pulls your panties to the side, and runs his fingers between your folds, making you sigh. 

He starts to gently push into you, closing his eyes and mouth agape. 

“Shit,” Tom whispers as he works you open. “So.. fucking tight.”

You are only able to moan in reply. You don’t know what he does, but whenever clothes come off you’re unable to think. 

It’s been that way since you started dating, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

Tom bottoms out against you. “Fuck, it feels so good,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss you. 

You arms wrap around his neck and play with his hairline. 

“So good,” you agree. 

Tom starts to thrust his hips, and he peppers your skin with kisses. 

You moan and whine, wanting more. 

Tom works his way faster and harder, going absolutely feral on you. 

He grunts and groans as he continues to kiss your bare skin. Your hands wander his body, touching whatever you can. 

Soon, you feel that all-too-familiar sensation. 

“Tom, I’m gonna… gonna come,” you say. 

“Good,” he growls, “me too.”

You moan in pleasure at the thought of the two of you coming at the same time. It’s your favorite thing. 

He paces quickens as he reaches his climax, and as he does, you reach yours. 

“Oh, Tom,” you cry out as your walls clench down on his cock. 

You feel him unload into you, and he practically collapses on top of you when he’s done. 

“Honey,” you whisper. 

“So fucking good,” Tom whispers in your ear before giving it a kiss. 

He pulls out, and grabs some Kleenex to clean you and then himself up. 

Tom lays back down next to you. 

“I love you,” he says as he peppers your shoulder with kisses. 

“I love you,” you reply, playing with his hair. 

“I still can’t believe you agreed to that date all those years ago,” Tom says. 

You laugh. “You know I felt bad for you.”

“Hey, I’ve always been smooth with the ladies.”

“Oh? Is that why I said, ‘Are you asking me out’? Because if I recall, you were stumbling all over your words.”

“Do you have to be so mean?” Tom laughs. 

You kiss his face. “Only because I know you can take it.” 

“That’s pretty hot.” 

“Oh, just stop it and cuddle me,” you say, moving in close to Tom. 

“Mm, whatever you say, Ms. Best Actress in a Feature Film,” Tom replies, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to him. 

[swtnrcmnt]

୨୧ — s.r x singer!r; headcanons (1)

pairing: post prison!spencer x singer!reader

feeding into my daydreams..

also, this was prompted by scrolling through radiant-reid's spencer x famous!reader posts which i love because they simply fuel my daydreams even more :)) enjoy !

probably met on a case or something of that sort. he also studied in la at one point so they possibly could have met through a mutual friend but tbh her being a target is most likely!

penelope is obviously a very big fan. like out of all the people on the team, she's probably the one who listens to y/n's music the most, maybe even went to one of her concerts

oh my god just think about the sweet little love songs. :'(( ugh imagine spence getting all flustered when it gets released and the whole team is just playing the song 24/7 to tease him

most likely didn't have any social media beforehand. but after dating y/n he decided to get instagram or maybe twitter just to see her posts and literally only post her on his feed because she's just so pretty and cute to post

oh my.. imagine the fans the first time y/n ever posts a photo of spencer in a photo dump !! and his reaction to all the comments and tweets, he's just so confused why people want him to hit them with a truck he's like ??? "that would be fatal, why would they thank me for that?"

also yes this is post prison reid because he was just 10x hotter than he already was once he was released. argue with the wall.

guys !! award shows with spencer !! that would be everything !!

he would be so supportive of every win too :(( even if you were only nominated or just there to perform he would still be so so proud as if you did win something

he's for sure for sure the first person to hear every song. unless it's about him. those one's are usually a surprise.

ugh imagine putting a soundbite of him somewhere in a song. maybe at the end or beginning and it's just a small bit of a voicemail or video that you two filmed together just having fun. or possibly something spicy but... shhhhhhhhh

comes to every fitting, every rehearsal. hell, maybe even on tour as well if he gets time off from the bau. especially since he would already be used to the whole 'flying around every other day' thing from cases.

whenever they have a case in california he always always makes sure to stay behind a few days to hang out with you especially because him being in dc and always travelling for work would mean long distance

and if you're not on tour you decide to stay in dc for a while or even move there (while still having property in california) so that you get to be with him anytime he's home

having a concert in dc !! ofc he invites everyone (as if garcia wasn't already planning on going anyway lmaoo) so they could all see and probably meet you

if this is pre prison!reid, and hotch was still unit chief, he would for sure give spence a whole lecture about how careful he has to be with dating somebody with such a high profile profession, because he knows how high risk celebrities are to stalkers and home invasions

the whole team is very very supportive of them though, even if it's long distance because they find a way to make it work.

also best believe she gets spence an actual iPhone as a gift so that they can facetime when either one of them is away

him playing the piano in one of your songs awhhhh :( and he has writing or producing credits on it

you already know that whoever is driving puts on y/n's music just to tease him. ESPECIALLY IF IT'S A SPICY SONG ehehehe

ugh but if it's a really sad song for example "decode" by sabrina carpenter (which is absolutely heartbreaking lyrically but i highly recommend u listen to it) he gets all sad because he knows exactly what it's about and remembers when you first wrote it

ok i have to stop myself before i go absolutely ham on headcanons. i have so many thoughts about this trope.

hope u enjoyed !

part two | part three

[irondad-creator-awards]

Author Spotlight - Ob_Liv_Ious_Writer

In the run-up to the 2024 Awards we’ve asked some previous winners if they would be interviewed by us. We’re kicking off with @ob-liv-ious-writer author of No Ulterior Motive, which won Best Homeless Fic in 2023

Summary: When Peter saw a spelling mistake on the Stark Industries website, he decided that he had to fix it, no matter what the consequences could be.

When Tony saw that the hacker that managed to evade him was a reckless, too-skinny foster kid, he decided that he was going to offer him an internship.

No ulterior motives.

Not at all.

Excerpt: Ned was still too over the moon to properly fanboy. It felt like a miracle to see Peter happy again. Ned was glad. If anyone deserved a miracle, it was Peter Parker.

Hey, Ob_Liv_Ious, Thank you for answering our questions...

How did you get into Irondad? Honestly? I first found the fandom through a crossover fic from my marauders days. I don't remember what fic it was, but it kickstarted my spider-man obsession, and from there I found Irondad.

What's your favourite Irondad scene? My favourite scene has still gotta be the rooftop one. Hits different.

When did you start writing? For writing in general, I have been doing it my entire life. For fanfic, I think I remember reading everything I could find and then writing my own so that I had more to read.

What do you like about writing most? My favourite thing about writing is the way that it draws me in and lets me lose myself in the life of a character. It's always been a form of escapism, plus it's nice to have a product at the end.

Which of your stories is your favourite and why? No Ulterior Motive, it has to be. It's a story that I wrote at a very pivotal time in my life, plus it's one of the rare stories that I can look back on and still be proud of.

What's your favourite trope to write? Anything hurt/comfort honestly.

What inspired the story? It was long enough ago that I don't really remember, but I think the idea of Peter hacking SI just randomly came to me and I immediately had to write it lol.

Can you tell us a little about the experience of writing it -- did anything stand out or was there a particular person that helped more than others? Again, this was quite a while ago now (I wrote this fic when I was in my senior year of High School and now I'm in my second year of Uni lmao), but I remember writing most of this on the hallway floors between classes. The particular person who helped more than others was absolutely my girlfriend at the time, who motivated me and beta read. Additional points go to all of my old friends who had to put up with me talking about it 24/7 haha.

How did you feel to be a winner of the Awards last year? Epic!! I think this is a really cool project, even though I'm not very active in the community anymore since I don't have enough free time lol. It was nostalgic to look back on my fic, and it makes me really happy that something that helped me so much during my formative years is still being enjoyed by people.

Thank you again Ob_Liv_Ious_Writer for answering our questions and being part of the Irondad Creator Awards.

[femslashfeb]

HELLO ALL

TLDR

No reblogging from the blog this year - posting prompts tomorrow the 31st

For the past few years I've very much struggled with reblogging everyone's activity in the tag. So this year I will not be doing so.

(OR maybe I will? I just don't want to commit)

Even if I knew how to make a bot that reblogs - a lot of people still use the unique tag to tag outside challenges. So I've always had to hand submit. However it became too stressful for me and for the past few years I ended up avoiding it until later weeks or even months.

If you noticed I didn't finish reblogging last year so- I've just given up on that.

Honestly I've struggled a lot with depression for the last 7 years or so. It's been harder and harder to find my way back to tumblr. It doesn't help that my phone can barely handle the amount of apps it already has.

My main account @puff-pink hardly ever updates because of my big sad. And I don't know if I'll ever get back on the horse in the same way I did before.

Some of you know me as an artist, and tho I still churn out subpar art for my day-job I've struggled a lot to make art for myself during my depression. Partially because one year I overworked my hand - and still deal in continual wrist aches. Even the weeks I don't pick up a drawing tool.

I intended this challenge for myself and maybe the small fandoms I was in at the time. But it took off among writers and creators of all types across all fandoms.

One year I even tried to tally the most popular fandoms but there were honestly too many to keep track of- and I stopped after the first three pages of submissions.

I don't claim to have invented the concept of FemSlash February. Before I started the prompts I swear I had heard the phrase somewhere. Tho not sure where. Perhaps it had been amongst my friends on Skype. Back when I had online friends and Skype(I'm still not sold on Discord🤷‍♀️).

However that January I thought it would be fun to partake in a challenge of some kind. But scouring tumblr and the general internet. I could only find half hearted efforts on fanfiction sites from years past.

I'm so proud of all my Sapphic creators on here that have partaken every year. Even if I've never shown favoritism or awarded anyone. I do notice those that actually complete the challenge AND those that keep coming back each year(looking at you H20 writer(I don't remember your username but there's a mermaid writer that's a writing machine)). I truly am proud of you especially in my shriveled state of creativity. Thank you for your efforts. For your hype. And for your love of women of all kinds across all the universes.

Each year I'm surprised to find even more categories I never thought to include. From mood boards, to doll photography, to ofc the classic art and writing. May your pencils forever be in union with your sister mediums.

On that note. There is a strict NO AI GENERATED ART or writing this year.

Not that I could physically stop anyone who does use AI. But I do not want that sort of thing associated with this challenge. It's become scarily good in 2023 to the point it can't always be identified. So I simply ask for the honor system when it comes to AI generated creations.

That being said. If you've made it to the end of this post:

Prompts will be posted tomorrow.

I usually prefer to give yall more of a buffer, but I've been busy. Both with Big Sad, rescuing some feral cats, my own life, errands, chores and work.

If you're still here- here is a preview of the first three days.

FEB 1 - black

FEB 2 - spring

FEB 3 - cake

The 14th as usual will be some sort of Valentine romance type theme(haven't decided specifically yet) and as always there will be a Rest Day.

Expect some repeat prompts. In the past I tried to avoid them but idc anymore.

It's also a Leap Year this year so expect one extra prompt to throw off the symmetry of what's normally 28 days.

Thanks for coming back this year. And thank you to those that still check on this blog.

❤️🧡🤍💜🩷

Keep loving girls

-PuffPink

[rhysdarbinizedarby]

Road Trip with Rhys and Finn Darby

At 49, New Zealand comedian Rhys Darby says he's finally found the confidence to be a leading man.

He joins Summer Times for a road trip with his son Finn.

The Route? Auckland to Nelson. The passengers? Marcel Marceau and Marcel Duchamp. The vehicle? A 1984 Land Rover.

Music comes courtesy of Finn’s indie-folk-rock band Great Big Cow.

Rhys Darby filming the TV show Our Flag Means Death at Bethells Beach (Te Henga) Photo: Samba Schutte

(click below to listen the audio)

Now based in Los Angeles, Rhys has fond memories of childhood roadies with his mum.

“We went from Pakuranga to Orewa which was lovely. We stayed in a camping ground, and I fondly remember that one because I saw a ghost and saw some big footprints on the beach.

“Bigfoot…turns out was just a big man's foot I think, but you know, when you're young.”

Last year, Darby returned home to Aotearoa to film the second season of the HBO Max series Our Flag Means Death*.

“We were in New Zealand during the rainy season, which could be any time really, last year making that.

“And it was really special because we got to be home. The first year, the first season, we were here in Los Angeles. I was 15 minutes from my house. And that was cool and then the whole show got moved to New Zealand, which was … it's a plus and minus on my account because obviously, I'll leave these guys, but I get to go to the old home.

“And it was really fantastic. Working with the New Zealand crew and just having more New Zealanders in the cast, as well. It's very Aotearoa-heavy season two. So yeah, I'm really proud of it.”

New Zealand comedian Rhys Darby hosting the 2023 International Emmy Awards Photo: chaoticmulaney

In something of a career pivot, Darby also hosted the International Emmy Awards last November.

“It was amazing because I thought 'It's not my bag. I'm not a host, I'm not a jokes guy. And I also don't kind of like rib people, my humour is very optimistic and fun. It's not like the kind of thing Ricky Gervais does where you bring people down to make light of things.

“So when they asked me I was like 'I don't know, what I'm gonna do?' I was picked because it's international and because I can do physical comedy as well. So, I wrote this monologue and also involved a lot of funny walks and some physical stuff. They worked out really well and I had so much praise from the audience and from the producers saying that was one of the best hosts have ever had.

“Because with a strict English-speaking person who's just doing quick gags, half the audience, it just goes over the head. So, what I offered was something that I guess they had more universal appeal.”

Darby currently has a number of films in the pipeline in which he takes a leading role.

“Thanks to Our Flag Means Death I've kind of proven to myself, and hopefully the world, that I can front something.

“So I want to do more like that. I want to do movies, I want to star in a film. I'm writing a screenplay this year. And I'm also involved in about three movie projects that are likely to come together this year, and which have me leading them.

“I've been a character actor for so long, and I've popped up in many, many things in small parts here and there, where I've made everyone laugh, and then I run away.

“But it's taking that next step of going, OK, imagine watching me for an hour and a half, letting me lead you down this track and have the confidence that now finally, at the ripe old age of 49, I think I can do that.”

*Max has announced that it will not be making a third season of Our Flag Means Death

Songs played:

'Iguana Love' by Great Big Cow

'Captain Boyfriend' by Great Big Cow

'The Last Song' by Great Big Cow

Source: RNZ

[itzynabi]

2023 mama

word count: 3.0k

warnings: mention of being sick and food and i think that’s it

an: idk why but i suddenly just wanted to write a scenario for eve at mama. words in bold are english and words in italics are japanese. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

eve’s masterlist

Eve walked onto the red carpet with a smile on her face. She posed for the cameras, satisfying the journalists’ requests before walking to the interview zone.

“Hello,” she greeted the three MC’s, bowing her head as well.

“Hello,” RalRal greeted. “You’re so pretty.”

Eve smiled shyly. “Thank you.”

“Are your members not here with you?” Hyesul asked, noticing that Eve was by herself.

“Yes. Today, I’m representing ITZY,” she said. “We’re busy with comeback preparations, but the company said I should come to MAMA and see MIDZY’s.”

Hanhae exclaimed. “That was very wise of the company. I’m sure the fans were excited when they heard you were coming.”

“Looking at your dress, I can see why you’re called Princess Nabi,” Hyesul commented, waving her arm in Eve’s direction.

“Thank you, I chose it myself,” Eve said.

“It’s so pretty.”

“Eve-ssi, there were many songs that came out this year,” RalRal mentioned. “Which song do you think was the best?”

“L.O.V.E by Hur Youngji sunbaenim,” she answered without missing a beat, causing the MC’s to laugh.

“Most people would say themselves or they would beat around the bush and not give us an answer,” Hanhae told her, “but you immediately answered without missing a beat.”

“I was expecting you to say antifragile,” Hyesul admitted.

“Compared to L.OV.E, antifragile is not up there. It’s not close,” Eve said.

They continued to talk a little bit more before their interview time was over and Eve walked off camera.

“This time you will meet the best performance queen,” Park Gyuyoung announced after SEVENTEEN accepted their award,” who has captured fans with brilliant performances.”

The nominees were shown on the screen with snippets of the choreography, Eve being one of them.

“I will announce the winner. The 2023 MAMA Awards Best Dance Performance Female Solo. The winner is… Eve.”

Eve stood up as the crowd erupted in cheers, making her way to the stage. She accepted the trophy from Gyuyoung with a bow before turning to face the crowd.

“Thank you so much for this award. The choreographers worked really hard on it and so did the dancers and so did I. I’m very thankful to fans for liking my performances and supporting me, it really means a lot. I’ll continue to work harder to give you great performances that you can be proud of. Thank you, once more. I love you!” She made a cheek heart to the camera and walked backstage with Gyuyoung.

Once she reached backstage, she immediately bolted to her greenroom. “I won!” She exclaimed excitedly, raising the trophy above her head as she stood in the doorway. The staff and dancers in the room cheered for her.

“Congratulations!” Taehee shouted. “Now, sit down.”

Eve nodded as she made her way to the nearest chair, putting the trophy on the table in the centre of the room. Eunjung, one of the dancers, handed her two granola bars to help with her energy levels. “Well done on your hard work, everyone!” She congratulated, unwrapping the first bar. “We’ve done so well.”

Haena, one of the other dancers, snorted. “We haven’t performed yet.”

“I meant all of our other performances,” Eve clarified. “That’s why we won this award.”

“We’ve used all of our energy for the performances,” another dancer, Jinhee, agreed.

“Let’s hope they film the choreography nicely,” Eve commented. She looked up at the screen on the wall that was airing the show to the staff. “We can only have so much.”

Ari walked over to Eve. “Even if the filming isn’t good, the company is going to record your performance and there will be fancams.” She put her hand on Eve’s forehead, checking the girl’s temperature. “You’re good.”

Since it was winter, Eve had been running a fever so her team had been checking her temperature as often as possible. The fact that she was working every day for more than the recommended amount of time probably wasn’t helping. And the fact that most of her work was dance practices for award shows with exhausting choreography definitely wasn’t helping.

“Let me get back out there,” Eve said after eating her second granola bar. She stood up and walked to the door. “I’ll be back, everyone.” She left the room, walking down the wide hallway in the building. As she was walking, she heard someone call her name.

Yoonseo made her way to Eve, giving the older girl a hug when she reached her. “Congratulations, unnie!”

“Thank you, unnie,” Eve joked. Yoonseo’s character in the movie they were in together was older than Eve’s character, so Eve developed a habit of randomly calling Yoonseo ‘unnie.’

“How aren’t you cold?” Yoonseo asked when they had stopped hugging. Since her dress was long-sleeved, she didn’t feel the effects of the cold as badly.

Eve shrugged. “I think it’s because of adrenaline. But I also have a heater near where I’m sitting.”

“Ah, that makes sense. When are you performing?”

“At the end, just before (G)I-dle sunbaenim,” Eve answered.

Yoonseo nodded. “Have fun.”

“Thanks. I’ll try,” Eve said, pretending to sniffle.

Yoonseo laughed. “Unnie, go.”

“Okay, bye.”

“The next award is a very special one,” Sooyoung began after ATEEZ had already walked backstage, “it’s one many artists dream of winning. Let’s meet the nominees.”

The nominees were shown on screen with snippets of their songs playing, Eve being one of them.

“The 2023 MAMA Awards Best Female Artist. The winner is… Wow,” she exclaimed softly when she opened the flip phone, “I’m very honoured to present this award to this artist. Eve!”

Eve stood up, shocked that her name had been the one that was called. She made her way to the main stage as the crowd and artists cheered for her. Once she reached the stage, she hugged Sooyoung before accepting the award.

“Um, thank you for the award of Best Female Artist. It’s a very big honour and the fact that Sooyoung unnie — who used to give me advice for monthly evaluations — is awarding it to me makes it more meaningful.” She paused as the crowd cheered louder. “It’s thanks to MIDZY that I’m able to do what I love and I will continue to work hard to make you proud to be my fan. I also want to thank my members for always supporting me amongst my many schedules and giving me energy when I was tired. Thank you!”

She bowed before walking backstage with Sooyoung. Once they made it to the backstage area, Sooyoung engulfed Eve in a tight hug.

“Ah, congratulations, Nabi!” She squealed out before ending the hug. “How are you already winning Best Female Artist? Didn’t you only start training two weeks ago?” She asked.

“Ahjumma, I’m also shocked,” Eve agreed. “I debuted yesterday, didn’t I? I was just singing Dalla Dalla, wasn’t I?”

Whenever Eve reached a new milestone in her career, she was always in shock at how far she had come. She sometimes forgot when she debuted and had to remind herself that she wasn’t a rookie artist anymore, but instead an idol with four years of experience.

“You had those horrid pigtails just last week,” Sooyoung exaggerated as the two women moved out of the way of the staff. She led them to her greenroom, where Kyungho also was.

Eve frowned as she spoke, “Calling them a ‘horrid’ is a bit of a stretch, I liked them. They were very cute at the time and they’d still be cute now. But I know what you mean,” she finished with a smile before noticing Kyungho sitting on the vanity. “Oh, hi!” She waved at him.

“Oh! It’s the Best Female Artist!” He exclaimed, making Eve blush.

“That’s me.” She looked around the room. “What am I doing here? And why’s your room empty?”

“We were still talking!” Sooyoung whined, sitting on the couch. “How could you forget?”

“I thought we had said everything. What else do we have to say?”

“Yah, do you not know how a conversation works?”

“Why is it my fault?” Eve muttered, her expression to be one of offence.

Sooyoung suddenly pointed at Eve. “We should film an antifragile challenge.”

Eve stared intently at Sooyoung for a few beats. “But–”

“Yeah.”

“–if we film it–”

“Yeah.”

“–won’t… things come out?” She asked, gesturing at Sooyoung’s decolletage.

Sooyoung hung her head as both her and Kyungho burst into laughter. “Obviously, I mean later! On a different day when we’re wearing different clothes.”

Eve shook her head. “Nothing was obvious about that. Anyway, my manager is probably about to go mad because I haven’t magically appeared in my greenroom and I need to change, so I’ll be leaving now. Bye!” She waved to the couple as she left the room.

Eve power walked as best as she could to her greenroom. “Hi, everyone. I’m back!”

“Where were you?” Ari asked when Eve entered the room.

“Sooyoung unnie’s room. She kidnapped me.”

“Okay.” Ari nodded, accepting that answer. She knew that Eve meant that Sooyoung took her somewhere.

“Where is everyone?” Eve asked, noticing how the dancers weren’t there.

“They went to stretch,” Ari said. “Also, Yeji was trying to FaceTime you,” she mentioned as Eve sat down and put her trophy next to her other one.

Eve picked up her phone from the table, unlocking it and going to hear missed calls. She pressed on Yeji’s profile and waited as the phone rang.

“Unnie!” Yeji squealed when she picked up. “You won two awards!”

“I did, I did!” Eve leaned forward to show her trophies. “How’s practice?”

“Boring and tiring,” Yeji answered. “We’re on a break and the other members went to a cafe.”

Eve groaned. “I’m suddenly craving coffee from that cafe by the dorm.”

“Right, right. How is it being there by yourself?”

Eve sighed. “Lonely. I’ve been sitting next to Le Sserafim most of the time, but I still miss the members. It’s more fun when we’re all here.”

“I see,” Yeji said in a teasing tone, trying to lighten Eve’s mood, which she succeeded in. “When is your performance?”

“Soon, actually. So, I need to change and stretch and do my makeup again.”

“Okay. We’re going to watch your performance so we’ll be rooting for you.” She made a fist with her hand, showing it to the camera. “Fighting!”

“Fighting!”

Eve went on stage for her performance. It consisted of two introduction tracks she produced just for this award show and antifragile. She made sure to use a good amount of energy to deliver a good performance for the fans to watch. The cheers from the audience gave her a lot of energy and helped her keep going until the end, despite how sore her body was from the dance.

Eve sat in her seat next to Chaewon. As (G)I-dle’s performance came to an end, the girls began to talk amongst themselves. Since Eve was a bit tired, she was laughing at everything they said. They quieted down when Seungryong walked onto stage.

“I was shown a lot of love when I was in Moving, portraying a character with superpower abilities,” Seungryong said. “Looking at the K-Pop stars here today, I also think they have superpowers. Let’s meet the nominees for this award.”

The nominees were shown on screen with snippets of their songs playing, Eve being one of them.

“The 2023 MAMA Awards Artist of the Year. The winner is…”

“Wouldn’t it be so funny if he called my name and then was, like ‘Sike?’” She asked, pointing at herself as she and Sakura laughed.

“...Eve!”

Due to Eve still laughing with Sakura, she didn’t hear her name being called. Chaewon, however, pushed her up. Eve stood, taking note of how the audience was applauding, and joined in, not realising they were applauding for her. The rest of the Le Sserafim members figured out that Eve was applauding for a different artist, so they ushered her to walk down the stairs and make her way on stage. Eve obliged easily, a confused expression on her face as she walked, before it dawned on her what was happening, her expression changing to one of disbelief. As she approached Seungryong, she pointed at herself to make sure that she was the one that was called and he nodded in response, giving her her award. She bowed to him before approaching the mic stand.

She cleared her throat a few times, trying to think of something to say. “Um… I wasn’t expecting to win,” she admitted. “I… This is crazy!” She shook her head to clear her head. “Thank you to all of the songwriters and producers and composers that I worked with for eudaimonia. I learnt a lot from all of you and I’m very thankful for the knowledge I gained. Uh, thank you to my stylist, makeup artist and hairstylist for making me look pretty on stage and in the music videos. Thank you to my managers for organising my schedule as nicely as possible. Thank you to the various teams that had a part in eudaimonia. Thank you to my members for helping me with songwriting and coming up with music video concepts and choreography ideas– Oh, thank you to my choreographer and dancers! Because of you, I’m able to give really good performances. Thank you to Hyoyeon unnie and Momo unnie for agreeing to feature on the album. It means a lot, a lot. And of course, thank you to MIDZY’s everywhere that listened to the album and streamed it and bought it. Very cool and very fun of you. Because of all of the people I mentioned, I was able to win Artist of the Year and I’m very thankful to each and every one of you. I’ll make sure to… I forgot what I was going to say, but I’m sure it was going to be so incredibly smart. I’ve never won Artist of the Year before, so I don’t really know what to say, so I’ll just stop here. I love you!”

She bowed to the crowd once more before walking off stage with Seungryong. Once they reached backstage, she walked quietly to her greenroom. “Something strange just happened.”

“You won Artist of the Year!” Haena exclaimed excitedly.

Eve pointed at Haena. “That’s the strange thing I’m talking about.”

For the next five minutes, Eve’s greenroom was loud with cheers of excitement as she stood there with her arms crossed.

“This is crazy,” she commented when everyone had calmed down.

Eunjung, who was scrolling on her phone, exclaimed, “You’re the first female artist to win Artist of the Year since 2011 — which was Girls’ Generation sunbaenim — and you’re the first solo female artist in the history of MAMA to win Artist of the Year!”

“This is crazy!”

Ari handed Eve’s phone to the younger woman. “You have a lot of texts.”

Eve opened her phone, still standing up, and opened her KaKaoTalk, seeing an influx of messages from practically everyone on her contact list. She read through as many as she could and responded to them, trying her hardest not to blush when she got to San’s. Thinking of her boyfriend, she sighed. Even though they were both at the same award show, they barely spoke to each other. The only time they had interacted the whole night was when they were sitting near each other and waved.

She responded to his message with three pink sparkly hearts and a face savouring food — her favourite emojis. She looked up from her phone, noticing that SEVENTEEN was beginning to walk off stage after accepting their award.

Just then, a staff member poked his head in the room. “It’s almost time for the ending stage.”

“Ah, yes.” Eve put her phone and trophy down, following the staff member out of the room.

“Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you.”

Eve was led to a different stage entrance, where she saw Yunjin’s bright red hair. “Hi, hi,” she said when she was behind Yunjin.

Yunjin turned around with a gasp, hugging Eve. “Unnie, congratulations!”

“Thank you, thank you. Congratulations to you guys too.”

They continued to congratulate each other before making their way onto the stage so they could see fans one last time before leaving. The stage was full with artists, all waving to fans or talking to each other. Eve made her way around the stage, eventually losing Yunjin somewhere. She smiled at Wooyoung when she noticed him.

“Congratulations on your awards,” she told him.

“You too. Your performance was great!” He complimented, throwing her a thumbs up. “San was watching you like this–” he imitated the fond smile his member had when Eve was performing.

Eve giggled. “I’m not quite sure how to respond to that. But where is he?”

Wooyoung looked over his left shoulder before feeling an arm go around his right. “There he is.” He pointed at the member hanging off of his side.

“Hi,” Eve said, smiling at San.

“Hi,” San replied, smiling at Eve. “Your performance was wow!”

“Thank you! So was yours! And if you could refrain from taking your shirt off in public, there are so many people who would appreciate it.”

San shrugged. “It was for the performance. Just to drive the point home.”

“Yeah, yeah. The new song sounds good!” She complimented. “Very catchy.”

San blushed. “Thanks, we try.”

“Yeah, well, duh!”

Wooyoung cleared his throat, not liking how his friends seemed to forget that he was there.

“I should probably get going before people start to get suspicious,” Eve said before giving them a small wave, not noticing how San whipped his head around to watch her walk away.

The rest of the show was a blur: she spoke to so many people, nearly bumped into half a dozen and immediately threw herself onto the couch in her greenroom.”

“I can’t wait to go to bed,” she said.

Ari and Taehee shared a look before the former woman tapped Eve’s leg. “Don’t forget, you have the after-party.”

“Ugh!”

eve’s red carpet look

eve’s performance outfit

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an: for her performance, the lyrics obvi don’t say the “im a mess in distress” part but instead lyrics from naughty just as a littlw fyi

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