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dreamescapeswriting · 2 years

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Stray Kids Reaction || Their S/O playing/singing “Secret Love Song” [Request]

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CHAN:

Chan stopped as he walked into the studio you were inside of, you had your headphones on as you worked on something on your laptop. He smiled as he saw how engrossed in your work you seemed to be, it was something he always loved to watch.

"We keep behind closed doors, every time I see you I die a little more. Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls, it'll never be enough." His stomach dropped as the lyrics fell from your lips and he stared at the back of your head, you continued to sing along to the song playing through your headphones. Completely oblivious to the fact that your boyfriend heard you and was beginning to freak out over the meaning of it.

"Chan?" You suddenly asked as you slipped your headphones off and turned to see him standing there. His cheeks were stained with tears and you whined, almost tripping over as you rushed to comfort him.

"What's wrong? What happened? Are the boys teasing you for your age again?" Panic only grew inside of you as he stared at you completely confused,

"You were just singing-"

"Secret love song? Yeah, I know." You stared at him wondering why this was something that would make him cry, he'd heard you sing a million times before.

"Oh..." You suddenly realised as you thought back to the lyrics of the song, sighing as you wrapped your arms around Chan's waist tightly. You practically buried your face in his chest as you left soft kisses against him,

"Channie...It's just a song...I didn't mean anything by it." You promised, his arms held you tightly as he let out a small shaky breath.

"I thought you were tired of us...K-Keeping it all hidden." He admitted as he looked down at you, you shook your head.

"Never, I have you in my life and that's all I care about." You reassured him as you brushed your fingers through his hair, bringing him to sit down on the sofa that was inside the studio. The rest of your afternoon was showing Chan just how much you loved and appreciated your secret relationship with one another.

MINHO:

You'd decided to spend your afternoon cleaning the dorms up for Minho, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin since they had been working harder than usual lately and the dorms had been neglected. The once huge pile of dishes were now washed, dried and put away in the correct places and there was a large pot of stew cooking.

"Something smells great." Felix whines as he walked into the dorms, all four of them freezing in place as they heard music being played through the speakers.

"Why can't I hold you in the street, why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that, why can't it be like that?" The song played out and it sent a chill down Minho's back, the two of you had recently been discussing why you weren't allowed to tell anybody about your relationship. His heart broke at the thought of hurting you so much you felt the need to play music such as this,

"Go to your rooms," He orders at the boys as if they were little kids but they did it, each of them running to their rooms while Minho made his way over to you. Taking you into a tight embrace as he swayed back and forth with you on the spot.

"Hey baby, good day?" You had a giant smile on your face which only drove the knife deeper into Minho's heart as he stared at you,

"I'm sorry we have to hide," You stopped swaying and stared at him, a deep frown taking over your face as he stared back at you.

"What are you talking about?" You let out a small laugh as you escaped from his embrace, going to stir the stew which was cooking and he watched you.

"The song...You're that upset about us having to hide? I know it's not the best but I'll make sure it's so much worth it." His arms wrapped around you from behind as he kissed between your shoulder blades.

"Minnie...I was just playing my Spotify on shuffle...I didn't mean for it to mean anything," You stirred the stew before turning to face Minho who was now turning a bright shade of red as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Y-Yeah....No, Yeah I knew that." He stumbled over his words, attempting to make a B-line for his room but you grabbed his wrists gently and let out a small laugh,

"Hey, it's okay. I understand why we hide," You told him while placing small kisses against his lips, promising him that everything was okay between the two of you.

CHANGBIN:

To say that Changbin felt guilty about having to hide his relationship with you was an understatement. He wanted nothing more than to be able to tell the world that you both were happy and in love but he couldn't. Thanks to his dating ban he was forced to spend your relationship in the dark.

"Do you think it bothers them?" Minho questioned as he sat down beside Changbin. All eyes were on you as you sat with Hyunjin sketching on a giant sketchpad, Changbin didn't "think" it bothered you he knew it did. Just last week he'd walked in on you singing along to a song that only tore him up more inside.

"I know it does, Yn was listening to a song the other day and I...I feel like they might try and end things." The stutter wasn't supposed to happen, Changbin didn't want to cry in front of everyone but he couldn't help it. You were the love of his life and the thought of you suddenly leaving him tore him up inside more than he cared to admit out loud.

"What song?" Minho's eyebrows knitted together as he glanced in your direction, you didn't look as though you were going to end things. In fact, you looked happier than ever just sitting inside of the huge dorm with all of the boys. You always seemed happy whenever you got to spend time with all of them,

"Here," Changbin slipped his phone out from his pocket, playing the video he'd taken of the song.

"You and I both have to hide, on the outside. Where I can't be yours and you can't be mine. But I know this. We got a love that is homeless.." The song continued on but Minho shook his head at the younger member,

"What?" Changbin whined, staring down at his phone as he felt his chest swelling once again.

"You're an idiot, it's just a song...Why don't you ask them?" Minho laughed a little trying not to be too mean about it since it was clear how nervous Changbin appeared to be about it.

"Hey Yn!" Minho cried out, your head snapped around in his direction and you smiled happily.

"What's your favourite song?" The question seemed to come out of nowhere but you smiled happily, thinking about it for a couple of seconds.

"Secret Love Song part 2, I just love how amazing the vocals sound." Your attention quickly went back to the drawing you were working on and Changbin could feel his body heating up as he googled the song.

"See, they just really like the song." Minho nudged Changbin softly as a blush began to appear on his cheeks. He couldn't believe he had spent so much time worrying about you leaving him when he could have just asked you the truth.

HYUNJIN:

You had been bored waiting for Hyunjin and Felix to come to lunch with you so you sat yourself down at a piano and began fumbling away with different keys. You'd gone through most of the songs you knew and now you were in the middle of one of your favourites to play and sing. It wasn't often that you did this but somedays you wanted to dust off your piano skills.

"It's obvious you're meant for me. Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly." Hyunjin stilled in the doorway as he watched you closely, there was a glow around you as you closed your eyes and sang along to the piano. Your fingers find each key you needed without even looking,

"Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep. But I'll never show it on my face. But we know this, we got a love that is homeless." The smile was wiped away from his lips as he stared at you, you continued to play through the rest of the song. Each lyric felt like a dagger was being driven deeper into Hyunjin's chest, you thought your love was homeless?

"Hyunjin!" You cried out happily, your tone completely different from the one you had been using when singing along. Your arms wrapped around his waist securely but Hyunjin didn't dare move, he was too afraid that if he held you you would disappear.

"What's going on? You love my hugs," You whined out, trying to pick up his arms and wrap them around yourself but he stayed put. The frown only grew deeper as he thought about the lyrics you had been singing.

"Are you going to leave me?" You stepped away from him, it was completely out of nowhere and you had to blink a few times while letting the words register.

"Leave you? Why would I leave you?" You laughed a little, it was a nervous laugh. The kind that slipped out whenever you didn't know what to say or do with yourself.

"The song..."

"Oh..." You frowned thinking back to the song,

"Oh shit, Hyunjin. No. No." You whined out, holding his face in your hands and stroking your thumb over his cheek.

"It was just a song I learnt on piano...It doesn't mean anything," You promised him as he snuggled into your touch. It felt so real when you were singing along to the lyrics, he could have sworn you were going to leave him.

"Let's go home, okay? I'll make sure you know I will never ever leave you." You promised as you linked his hand with your own, pulling him toward the exit of the studio.

JISUNG:

When you walked into the dorms you couldn't believe how quiet it was, usually when you would come over it would be buzzing with the boys but it looked empty. All of the lights were out except for the one inside Jisung's room, you could see it peaking out from under the door.

"Sungie?" You called out as you made your way through and over to his door, your knuckles lightly tapping on the word as you waited for some kind of reponse. There was nothing, he must have been asleep so you shrugged. About to let yourself into the room when you heard sniffling coming from inside. Had he gotten into another fight with the boys about something? He hadn't texted you, usually, when they got into arguments he would call and text you asking for advice but you'd had nothing from him all day.

"Baby? What's wrong?" You panicked, shoving the door open to find Jisung curled up in his bed crying into one of your hoddies. The only time you'd seen him this bad was after forcing him to watch "Marley and me". You raced to sit down beside him, rubbing his back softly as you got ready to fight anyone that had made Jisung cry this badly.

"You're going to leave me, you...You don't want to be with me anymore." You couldn't help but feel more confused at the statement,

"What are you talking about? Did you have a nightmare?" You reached your hand out to touch his cheek but he grabbed it and held it in his own hand tightly. The look on his face made you feel sick, he looked heartbroken and you ached to reach out and comfort him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Jisung I love you." You laid down in front of him, allowing him to spoon you from behind as he sobbed softly.

"You were singing that song...That one about having to hide your relationship..." He explained as his fingers lightly ran up and down your skin, you thought back on everything you had been doing that week. When had he heard you singing?

"I came to your apartment today to surprise you, you were in the shower." You bit down on your lip holding his hands still on your body. The song was one of your favourites to sing in the shower but it was nothing more than just that. A song.

"Baby, I like to sing in the shower...It has great vocals so I just-" You grunted as you rolled over on the spot to face him, looking up into his bloodshot eyes.

"I just like to sing that one in the shower," You promised, reaching your hand up to wipe away the tears that were rolling down his cheeks.

"I would never leave you, you make me feel as though everything is right in the world," Jisung looked at you, his cheeks burning up as he realised how stupid it might have seemed now that he thought about it.

"Just a song?" He questioned, his hands rubbing your lower back softly. You reached closer kissing his lips softly as you whispered "I love you's" over and over again to him.

FELIX:

Why had you chosen that song for karaoke? It was all that plagued Felix's mind on the way back to the dorms and all he could think about as he laid beside you. You were sound asleep but Felix couldn't even shut his eyes without thinking about how you sounded as though you related to the lyrics.

"Cause I'm yours. Why can't I say that I'm in love? I want to shout it from the rooftops." He shuddered as he brought you closer to him, he didn't want to sit and overthink everything. After all, it was just a song but how could he not? You had sung it so loudly and full of emotion it was almost as though you had written the song yourself.

"Lixie, why aren't you asleep? Do you need to pee?" You whined opening your eyes to find your boyfriend staring down at you. The only time he couldn't sleep and stared at you was when he needed to pee and didn't have the heart to move you,

"No, I'm just not tired." An obvious lie, even in the dark you knew his eye twitched and you knew he was lying through the skin of his teeth. You instantly sat up, flicking the bedside lamp on and stared at him, your eyes squinting as you tried to get used to the sudden brightness.

"Did you have a nightmare?" You opened your arms for him but he just stared at you. A few hours ago you were singing about wanting to scream your love from the roof and now you were being loving toward him. It was like getting whiplash as he stared back at you.

"Lixie..."

"Do you want to break up with me? Because we're not allowed to show the world our love?" You blinked a few times, were you still asleep and this was some kind of hyperrealistic dream,

"Lix. It's 3 in the morning. Why are you thinking about this?" You whined laying your head in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you,

"Your song at karaoke...You were-" He stopped when you suddenly kissed him, moving your lips to kiss him all over your face.

"I love you," You whispered in his ear as he frowned,

"Why did you whisper?" He holds your hand, his fingers lightly tracing along your skin as you looked at him.

"I told my world that I love you." He groaned at you, rolling away as he turned to face the wall.

"Hey! You can't get annoyed at me, you woke me up with your staring." You mumbled poking his sides as he laughed and wiggled around on the bed.

SEUNGMIN:

"I don't wanna live love this way. I don't wanna hide us away, I wonder if it ever will change. I'm living for that day...Someday..." You sang softly as you added some food onto a plate for Seungmin,

"When you hold me in the street, and you kiss me on the dance floor. I wish that we could be like that. Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours-" You stopped abruptly when you turned to see Seungmin standing right behind you, staring down at you as you yelped a little bit.

"You could be a spy, sneaking out of the shower like that." You mumbled, putting the plate down onto the kitchen counter and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck but he didn't move. Seungmin was still hung up on the words you had been singing along to.

"Seungmin, hug me." You mumbled against his chest, trying to move his arms but he stayed in place. You could feel his heart racing against your head as you bit down on your lip.

"Was your shower too hot? Your heart sounds as though you've done a race." You laughed nervously, you hated whenever he went silent it meant that he was overthinking about something.

"Are you going to see other people?" He questioned as you turned your back on him, taking the plates over to the table.

"Seungmin, I see other people all of the time. When I'm in the street-"

"That's not what I meant. Are you not happy with me?" The plates hit the table and you stared at him, wide-eyed as you couldn't believe what he was asking. Not happy? Why wouldn't you be happy with him?

"Seungmin...Would I be happily cooking in our apartment if I wasn't happy with you?" You questioned, kissing his hand as you took it into your grasp.

"You make me happier than you could even imagine."

"But the song you were singing, you want to be able to show our love to people." You looked at him and shook your head. The song had been stuck in your head all day ever since you'd heard it on the show you had been watching that day.

"Baby, I love hiding us...It makes it adventurous and fun," You rubbed your thumb along his cheekbone, there was nothing on this planet that could ever make you unhappy with Seungmin.

"You're not sick of hiding?" He questioned, moving his face closer to your touch as you smiled weakly.

"No. I know you need this for your job, please don't ever think I'm bothered by it." You whispered kissing his lips over and over again as you reminded him how much you loved being with him.

JEONGIN:

The lyrics Jeongin had heard played over and over again in his brain, torturing him as he tried to practice for the new comeback. It was starting to affect his performance and it wasn't going unnoticed by the other boys who were watching him. You'd barely looked up from your book and you had earphones neglecting the rest of the world.

"What's going on?" Felix questioned as they broke away for a small water break. Felix knew that if he didn't say something it would be Chan that would,

"I think Yn is going to end things with me," Jeongin mumbled rubbing his face with a towel as he tried not to focus on it. It was hard when all he could think about were the lyrics you had been playing in the car.

"What makes you say that?"

"They were playing this song in the car, secret love song. It's basically a huge song dedicated to talking about hating that they have to hide." He grumbled sliding down the mirror and sitting on the floor, his eyes were on you as he bit down on his lip. The last thing he wanted was for you to break up with him, he was madly in love with you and anyone with two working eyes could see that.

"Ever thought that it was just a song?"

"You didn't hear the way they were singing it Hyung, they were singing it as if they felt every word and syllable on a deeper meaning." Both of them glanced over at you and you could feel eyes burning into the side of your head, you smiled over at them and waved your hand.

"Does that look like the face of someone that wants to leave you?" Felix whispered already getting up, Joengin panicked as he saw Felix making his way over to you.

"Hyung! Hyung!" Jeongin rushed over but it was too late, your earphones were already out and Felix had already asked you about the song.

"It was recommended at the start of my book," You explained, flicking to the front of your book and showing the playlist that was created by the author to go along with their characters.

"See, I told you Yn wasn't going to leave you." Felix patted Jeongin on the back and you looked at Jeongin with huge puppy dog eyes.

"You thought I was going to leave?" You whispered as he bit down on his lip, sitting beside you as he linked his hand with yours.

"A little. I figured the song was a way of breaking it to me slowly." You sighed laying your head on his shoulder,

"No baby, I wouldn't do that. I love you," You told him as you kissed his shoulder, looking at him with wide eyes as he smiled down at you.

"After practise, we'll go home and cuddle all you need." You suggested as he smiled at you, slowly getting up and heading back to the centre of the room.

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rrxnjun · 2 years

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OML OKAY i like john green too <3 i love looking for alaska. i recently read turtles all the way down and oof it hit really hard. next on my tbr is papertowns and then i’ll be done with all of his books (hi i’m obsessed with his writing style hkjg) and ooh i haven’t read any from j.d. salinger. the catcher in the rye is the only book of his i’ve heard of </3 i’ll check him out soon. YUSSSUH i love dystopian books too. dkfjg this just made me realise that they made up almost 60% of my life as a bookworm. the maze runner is my favourite out of all i’ve read !! the adrenaline rush it gave was unparalleled. i’ve also read hunger games, divergent, ready player one and a few more from the dystopian genre but i don’t remember them rn. also unless my physics books count for smth, no i’m not reading anything 😭😭 i was reading war storm by victoria aveyard (the red queen series.) and it’s going good but i’m taking a break bc exams </3

AHHH you play the guitar :0 ? THAT’S SO COOL and no idk how to play any instruments. i have literally no knowledge about instruments so sheet music is just, so weird for me even after a friend tried explaining it gdfgdf i learn classical music tho so i can sing to some extent

OMG YESSS OVERDOSE IS JUST SO HGFKGF it just activates this part in my brain and makes me go grrr. YESS the playlist was literally me putting in my fave of fave songs so i’m glad you like it and kdjfhd i love going crazy too it was in my spotify wrapped’s top 10 last year. OKAYYY since exo is kind of sort of completely dormant rn there’s literally just crumbs and older content left for the fans </3. you can check out this channel and this video. warning: exo-l territory = crackzone NOT EVEN KIDDING this place is wild lmao. expect what you will from neocity’s sunbaenims <3 also lmk your bias so that we can collectively lose it all together <3

gosh i listened to all of fandom’s songs but i felt younger when we met still stays the fave (i said i loved you to death so i must be dead 🙇🏾‍♀️) easy to hate might be a second kjfgd it’s so. good. i’ve been playing it on loop too dfjhdjh

oml pls i really needed to see that 🤧 tysm bar !! i really can’t wait to get into uni ngl i am excited for that. but it’s also slightly weird bc the last year of high school sentiments have finally started hitting and they’re hitting hard </3 it’s funny how we spend sm time with friends we’ve known like, forever, and don’t really treat every moment as smth special till it all comes to an end. ahh i was really planning on making the most of my hs years but pandemic decided to be a pain in the ass. nvm tho. 17 is weird and it feels like time’s running fast i do plan on making sm good memories 💪🏾

NOW BACK TO TALKING AB SM VIP THINGS

THIS AGENDA IS GOING SO STRONG hfjgkdafgdja also oml i did notice that yn doesn't smoke around yangyang after that scene but thought that it was just me being delusional hhh i think ab that fic sm and yangyang just amplified that brainrot by doing this

HEAD EMPTY NO THOUGHTS JUST HE KDJFHGDKF HGD laptop's dying from all the ss i took lol

also the dreamies concert 👀 .. hyuck... renj-?? ... cue my brain giving up

p.s. hihii this took me so long 😭 it’s exam season for like the next 2 weeks so the pressure is finally catching up w me also your words really meant a lot to me tysm for them <3 have a segci day/night and stay safe ily

I MISSED YOU !!!!!!!! im glad youre back 🥺🥺 looking for alaska and turtles all the way down are my most fav from john green!! paper towns was really beautiful and its my friends favorite,, however id say that amongst john green books, id put it somewhere in the bottom tbh. hope you enjoy it tho!! i had to read the catcher in the rye for my exams last year but i surprisingly enjoyed it so much its one of my most fav books now! also the fact that i read and loved all the dystopian books you mentioned 😩😩 taste.

i do play the guitar! not very well tho, i only know the basic chords hhhh so the yy fic was kind of self indulgent in a way LMAO but you can sing?? 😯😯 thats impressive. could never be me i absolutely suck AJJAJA

i will never skip overdose or monster when they come on shuffle theyre just THAT good. i listen to exo a lot recently bc of you😭😭 i watched the videos and WHY ARE THEY SO CHAOTIC i am in love w them SJJS feel free to send more content my way!!! i think my biases are baekhyun (expected) and chanyeol (also expected) 👀👀 literally tell me everything abt them im ready to listen. baek is very funny and chaotic and theres just something abt chanyeol that pulls me to him. i also like sehun tho! idk what this tells abt me feel free to psychoanalyze AHAHHA also kyungsoo is so funny i completely get why you ult him

17 went by so fast for me as well bro and the last year of hs even faster... to think that i didnt have prom bc of corona but i had exams that were cancelled 2 years in a row the previous years 💀 i hope you make the best out of your last year!! i start uni in a week and im shitting my pants its so scARY I DONT KNOW THE CITY OR THE PPL AND THIS GUY I MET ON A PARTY THAT I LOWKEY AVOIDED LIVES THERE AND HE KEEPS REACHING OUT TO ME THROUGH MY FRIEND AND HE ASKED IF I WANNA COME OVER AND NOW IM PANICKING EVEN MORE 😭😭😭😭

yangyang and me are soulmates. its confirmed. also youre not delusional at all it was intended!!! sjsj im honored to hear that you think abt my fic a lot but also YANGYANG UGH that sc !!! instant brainrot. i dont actually think he can play that guitar but its okay 😩😩😩😩

IVE BEEN FREAKING OUT OVER THE DREAM CONCERT EVER SINCE I SAW THE CLIPS. RENJUN GOING WILD IN THAT GLASS BOX AND DONT EVEN MENTION HYUCK BC WHEN HE KISSED THAT GLASS BOX FROM THE INSIDE, I LOST MY MIND. BUT ALSO THEY ARE SUCH GOOD PERFORMERS THEY DID SO WELL AND I LOVE THEM TO DEATH OMG :(((((( LITERALLY CRIED AT RENJUNS MENT! FUN TIMES! :D ALSO DEAR DREAM LIVE. CRIED LITERAL WATERFALLS OF TEARS THAT SONG HURTS SM TO LISTEN TO BUT IS ALSO MY BIGGEST COMFORT OHGOD

have a good day stay safe!! good luck with your exams i love u xx

#💌ask #ni 🌱

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musicblogwales · 2 months

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Bored At My Grandmas House Announces New Album

Not being funny, but Bored At My Grandma House produces hazy pop gold at its very peak, Amber's new anticipated debut album 'Show And Tell' drops on the 7th of June via CLUE Records / EMI North and we personally cant wait.

After making waves with her critically acclaimed debut EP Sometimes I Forget You're Human Too, Bored at My Grandmas House, AKA Leeds-based Amber Strawbridge, announces her debut album Show & Tell for June 7th via CLUE Records (The Wedding Present, Van Houten, YOWL) / EMI North (Nadine Shah) as well as a a London headline date at MOTH Club on October 16th. The title track is out now with the reveal of the record - following late 2023 release ‘Inhibitions’. Reminiscent of artists like Soccer Mommy, Snail Mail, and Alvvays, ‘Show & Tell’ is a breezy track which meets at the intersection between dream-pop, bedroom-pop and shoegaze, the sprightly guitar work echoing the droll lyrics and themes. It’s a hooky song which lays bare difficulties with trust, and building walls for self-protection. As Amber explains: “Show & Tell is quite a tongue-in-cheek song about me being the opposite of an open book and all the little specific things about me that I sometimes wish were different. Overall it’s about me being a guarded person and fearing the possibility of having to be vulnerable and realising that vulnerability is actually a beautiful thing and something i shouldn’t be so scared of.” On her debut album, Amber explores a broad range of heavy topics including anxiety, friendship, introspection, love, human greed, mental health, loss and empathy (or a lack of it) in the world. Despite the breadth of themes covered, each track deals with the weight of the subject with real conviction, while not losing any of Amber’s trademark pop sensibilities. She elaborates a little more on the thematic process: “The main overall theme of this album is connection. Connection with myself, connection with the world and connection to the people around me who I love. This album is for me first and foremost and was a way for me to internally process. The origin of these tracks all stem from me wanting to understand these connections and process my emotions surrounding them. The album covers topics such as the power of queer love, humanity and its ‘delusions of grandeur’, reflection and purpose. It would be unwise to say that I haven’t developed and changed a lot since my EP. I’ve experienced more, questioned more, felt more and allowed myself to be vulnerable more - which I hope translates throughout the Album.” Amber has received support and coverage from DIY, Dork, Clash, BBC Radio 1, BBC 6Music, Rough Trade and more in the past, and has played Glastonbury, BBC Radio 1's Big Weekend, Swn Festival, Standon Calling, Deer Shed (main stage) and more. Originally from Cumbria but now based in Leeds, Amber began recording music in 2017 using garageband on her phone; she updated her bedroom set-up after saving up to buy a laptop and Logic Pro. After a couple of years of self taught production and recording Amber began working with Clue Records, releasing her debut EP Sometimes I Forget You're Human Too which gained critical acclaim and sold out two pressings all before Amber had ever played a single gig. Amber wrote and recorded all the demos for her debut album in her bedroom, before taking them to The Nave studio where she worked with Alex Greaves to give them a studio twist, allowing them to fulfil their rightful potential.

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plates-of-meat · 2 years

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DANE BACHMAN INTERVIEW - JUNE 2019

Hi Dane, welcome to Plates of Meat -

If I’m being honest I don’t know much about zines or about like, the fetish scene, but I’m exited…

Good ! Well - I am a big fan

Well that’s awesome - why ? Hahaha I have 45 monthly listeners on Spotify - so I’m glad you enjoy !

Have you always been a music guy?

Well, I started out doing film, I think I want film to be the main thing - I mean if music takes off I would love that too - but when I was like 11, I was really into Greenday - I wasn’t cool enough to be into punk music but I was just cool enough to be into pop punk music, and I liked American idiot , so I wrote this rock opera.

Now I was like 10 or 11 so it sucked - but I wrote all the lyrics and played the guitar, I mean it went nowhere - but when I was 16 I had all this angst, so I started recording all my problems, and somehow, in recording it helped to solve them. And every time I had a new existential nightmare I would write it out and figure it out that way…

So you’re a storyteller?

Yeah, I don’t like making an album that’s just a collection of songs - I don’t find that very fun. Mind you no one wants to really sit down and just listen to a concept album - the last album I made was just Mac Demarco, slacker rock kinda shit that teenagers can just play and vibe to, just in an attempt to gain some listeners - and it worked but it wasn’t fun to make so I think I’m going to stick to concept albums from this point on..

So when you made the Presidency of Dane Backman -

It’s Bachman.

Bachman - like Bach?

It sounds like Bak - I don’t know, its German haha.

But yeah, your Presidency album,

Right ! So yeah, I don’t have a studio, I just make them on my laptop in like a year - so I wrote and recorded those songs in like my senior year of high school and then I released it about a year ago , so by the time I released it I wasn’t into those problems anymore - I mean no one really listened to it anyway -

So you move from folky to rock to pop throughout the album - do you use specific motifs in terms of your music or your films?

Well yeah! I’m working on this album right now, called radio roam, I started recording it a year ago and I don’t like it anymore, its like a concept album and I don’t feel like it anymore - but each song is like a different style or genre throughout the 20th century, so one is synth, one’s a rap song, one’s like a punk song - and part of its point is to tell the story of how I view America. I’m very interested by America - it’s got it’s issues but it’s interesting - and I find that all genres of music have their own flavour, especially when trying to explain such a crazy place … it’s cool, you know?

Yeah!

I mean Boneless chuck is my most folky song, its got the most listens on Spotify - but like I was playing it at a steak house a couple weeks ago and I had to stop half way through because I was so bored - I think my biggest issue is the length of my songs - I got to realise that no one wants to listen to shit if it’s like 20 mins long.

So you’re also in a film making group collective?

Oh our local production company? Its in its very early stages.

So does collaboration interest you ?

Oh that’s a thing… I mean my sisters an amazing singer, and I have some really talented friends - but in terms of the writing I feel very solitary - that might sound arrogant, but music is like therapy for me so it feels weird to me to open that up at this point…. I mean I think our generation gets a bad rap, like I think often the older generation thinks we’re lazy and perhaps like there’s no more raw talent out there, but I look around at the people I know and I’m like - this guy knows how to shread on guitar, and I know so many incredibly writers, musicians and filmmakers - I just think everybody’s a little underground…

Do you have a particular affliction with New Orleans ?

I mean I took a trip to Austria, and everyone was like ‘oh, you’re from New Orleans, that’s the crazy city’ - and I get it, I think New Orleans is the most creative city I’ve been to in America - I mean its hot and we’re sinking into the ocean and everyone is into something - there’s a dude playing trumpet on every third street - everyone’s drunk - I mean I love it - it’s awesome, I would encourage everyone to visit it one day !

Is there anywhere else that you’d ever like to live?

I’ve been to Europe , but after like a month I missed Walmart and McDonalds - I mean they had McDonalds, but like my McDonalds where you know you’re going to die of heart disease. I’d like to live a month in different cultures I think that’d be the way I’d go. But I definently want to leave New Orleans, because I hate the heat - I’d like to move to the mountains.

And your creative process ?

Well, I’m surrounded by people all the time who don’t wear their heart on their sleeves - there’s just a lot of pretending- so I find it hard to finds art that speaks to these deep desires people have - in the negative or the positive - like the negative being ‘I don’t want to sound crazy’ and the positive being ‘I don’t want to sound cheesy’ - I like to think of my music as depressingly negative but outweighed by the positive.

I thought about this the other day - my friends aren’t really my friends they’re just people I get together and complain with - god I love them!

I just see a lot of people hiding their emotions - negative or positive, and I kind of want to mine it, I don’t know… I think about lawns a lot in my music. To me a front lawn is pretty interesting - you can tell a lot about a person by their lawn, some are perfect and you think ‘is that person happy or are they faking it, or maybe they just wanna put in the effort’ and then there’s those ugly decrepit lawns and you think ‘maybe their lives suck, or maybe they have better shit to worry about’ - that’s where I get my inspiration - why make art about stuff people already know about ? I want to know about your lawn…

What, in the UK? I don’t really know about the front garden culture, my front garden is rubbish - I feel like a lot of people piss in front gardens.

Really?

Yeah, I mean I certainly have, not enough public pissers.

Gross.

Do you mind if I ask about the creative influence within your family?

I mean I mom’s a writer, but she was my mom for many years before she was a writer you know? My dad used to play piano but he never did anything with it, and my sister’s a singer but now she’s doing science and math - I don’t know… there’s not too many creative people within my family. But everyone has their thing !

But the way my parents spoke when I was a kid was very romantic, they speak with grandeur, they’re very expressive and opinionated - it made me feel like everyone spoke in an opinionated, romanticised way and I think that’s part of the reason I love storytelling.

When you where little who was your cartoon crush ?

Oh ! I have no clue! - I was super into Marylin Monroe, but also the girl on the cover of GTA 5, and that supermodel girl with the iPhone was super hot…. When I was super little, the girls from Indiana jones - the girl lion in the lion king too

Oh nala?

Oh yeah ! Super cute, Snow White - in the original Disney film

I though you were going to say space jam ?

Oh Lola bunny? Not so much, she was weirdly too sexual for me, but you remember who framed Roger rabbit?

Oh Jessica Rabbit?

Absolutely…

Hot. What are your 2020 goals ?

I’m making a movie! And I also have two albums that I’m pretty much done with - I mean they’re probably not going to do anything - the no 1 goal to get it all finished and just being a little bit happier, lots of anxiety about the future.

What are your films about?

A big thing for me is romanticism… the main problem for me right now is nihilism, people sitting around waiting for some kind of answer, and I think that somewhat comes from the lack of religion in a modern society, like back in the day it was a clear list, do this this and this and you go to heaven - but now, we don’t have that as much you know? At least a lot more of us don’t have a god to judge us, so I think we’re not filling that space with anything - so I’m filling it with beauty and love and simple everyday things - that’s my niche, - I mean I’ve tried to write things about something not that but it’s not it for me … I think we need the real; ‘life is kinda shit’ but it’s good too, there’s beauty in a lot of shit.

Kinda like Camus’ Absurd Hero?

Yes! Exactly, like the stranger but less people drinking wine, more people skateboarding and yelling

Oh like Spiderman 2 ?

Masterpiece.

So for your music videos,

So for me, the videos have to match what the album’s about and the videos for Boneless Chuck and Skin, I wanted the videos to match the themes of the album so I storyboarded them but my friend Jake is super talented and he helped me shoot them. I mean I do write my albums as if they’re movies, I love dialogues - like old rap albums in the 90s were very full of skits - that’s cool.

Well that’s the extent of my planned questions - is there anything you’d like to say to the British youth

I don’t know much about the British youth, do y’all have Walmart

We do not.

Ok ! Well, you must see a Walmart Supercenter one day - it still blows my mind -

Thank you very much for your insight and your time.

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A Song About Her - Sarah Reese x Music Artist!Reader x Adoptive!Sister!Stella Kidd - One Chicago

A/n: This was a fic idea developed by myself and Mysticmoonlight on AO3

Summary: Your adoptive sister Stella loves to promote your music covers and the 5 songs you put out as an EP last month. Turns out Sarah is more than just a fan of your music.

Stella loves to play your spotify tracks at the Firehouse and at Molly's. You were basically her sister after everything the two of you had gone through whilst in the foster care system, and you supported her being a firefighter, so she supported you too.

"Hey, Stella, who's singing this cover?" Sarah enquired after realising how much she enjoyed the cover of 'God Is A Woman' that was playing.

"Oh, it's my sister singing, she has a spotify and instagram, here." Stella smiled, pulling her phone from her pocket to show Sarah your social medias.

"Huh, speak of the devil. Doctor Reese, this is my sister, Y/n." Stella explained, gesturing to you as you walked behind the bar to side-hug her.

"Hi!" Sarah squeaked, her eyes widening as you smiled at her.

"Hey there. Uh, Stel, so you wanted me to cover you or-" You asked as Stella passed you a rag.

"Okay, on it. Nice to meet you Doctor Reese." You smiled before heading off, not hearing Sarah say something to you as you walked away.

"It's Sarah..." She sighed, turning back to where she had opened your instagram page, scrolling through some of the photos after hitting the 'follow' button.

///

Sarah sighed as she returned home from Molly's, making a beeline to get ready for bed.

Hesitating as she went to turn off the light, she plugged her earphones into her phone and hit play on spotify. A smile on her face as she heard your voice singing a cover of Gravel to Tempo, originally by Hayley Kiyoko.

It was the acoustic cover of Gravity by Against the Current that had Sarah smiling to herself, entranced by your voice.

///

"Okay, what are you staring at?" Stella enquired as she found you sat on your laptop, staring at something on the screen.

"Which one?" You presented Stella with the opinions, raising an eyebrow as she hummed.

"Both are cute. Did you use a timer? Because I don't remember taking these." Stella asked, leaning on the back of the couch as you snorted.

"Yeah, took a few attempts to get anything decent. These two were the best contenders."

"Go with that one." Stella pointed at one, smiling as you nodded and uploaded it to instagram.

"Hey, did you give Doctor Reese my instagram?" You enquired as your phone chimed, looking at the notifications.

"Uhh, maybe, why?" Stella bit her lip, withholding a smirk as you looked at your phone.

"She liked some of my posts. That's all." Your face tingled slightly as you put your phone down, walking to the kitchen to grab a drink. Hiding the fact that you had followed Sarah back.

///

April glanced up as she heard a gasp, spotting Sarah staring at her phone as her cheeks tinted pink.

"Are you okay, Sarah?" April enquired, heading over to hear the audio that had Sarah so flustered.

"Ah, you're a fan of Y/n, Stella's sister." April smirked as Sarah looked up, shocked that April was right there.

"Or more than a fan, look at how red she got when she heard Y/n laughing." Maggie teased, smiling as Sarah stumbled over her words, unable to give an excuse.

///

Sarah's eyes widened as she heard the angelic sound again, turning her head to spot you giggling at something Kelly had said, whilst Stella smiled, spotting Sarah looking over at you.

Quickly turning her head to look away, Sarah didn't see the smirk on Stella's face, or how you had turned your head to see who Stella was looking at.

Clearing your throat, you sipped your drink as Stella watched your reaction, raising an eyebrow at how you were avoiding her eyes.

///

Sarah hadn't seen you in over a month since that night at Molly's. One question to Stella turned into Stella giving her a recount of your musical history, and how you'd disappear for times on end when inspired and write lyrics.

When Sarah asked if you were coming back any time soon, Stella shrugged.

"Just keep checking her instagram? She geo-tags some of her posts." Stella explained, noticing how Sarah almost immediately grabbed her phone.

"But hey, I have some behind the scenes photos that never made the cut for instagram. What do you think?" Stella enquired, showing Sarah a photo from her gallery, a knowing look on her face as Sarah's jaw dropped slightly.

You were sat in the windowsill of the big window in your place, playing your guitar with a soft smile on your face.

"She, she has a really nice voice." Sarah stammered, looking up as Stella hummed in agreement.

"Uh-huh, got it, thanks Reese." Stella smiled, a knowing look in her eye as she went to go take someone's drinks order.

///

"So, no more plans to disappear for 6 weeks on a writing expedition?" Stella enquired as she helped you unload the groceries on the kitchen table.

"I don't think so?" You murmured, putting away the bags of pasta into a cupboard whilst Stella took the ballpoint pens you'd gotten to your desk in your room.

Raising an eyebrow at the lack of noise coming from your room, you headed over there, letting out a squeak as you spotted Stella reading the one half-written song you didn't want her to see.

"Is this... this is a love song! Wait, wait, who's this about? Has my sister got a crush on someone and didn't tell me?" Stella realised, raising an eyebrow as you tried to grab the lyrics from her, only for her to hold them up high in the air so you couldn't reach easily.

"So, are you going to tell me who this secret love song is about? You got a girlfriend you're hiding from me or something?" Stella enquired, poking you in the ribs with her free arm.

"No! Just give it back!"

"Not until you tell me who inspired these very lovestruck lyrics." Stella affirmed, moving around you as you tried to launch yourself up to grab the lyrics.

"Give them back, or I'll tell Severide how you really feel!"

Stella's eyebrows went to her hairline at your challenge, her jaw almost dropping at the lengths you would go to not tell her about your crush.

"You wouldn't dare." Stella playfully hissed, watching in amusement as you smirked.

"Oh, I would."

"A risk I'm willing to take, to find out who you're drooling over." Stella admitted, seeing you frown slightly.

"I do not drool over her." You grumbled, folding your arms and sitting on your bed in defeat.

"So you do like someone! I knew it! Now, who could it be? Is it someone I know?" Stella began to recount names, trying to see which ones got you flustered, but your hands covered your face as soon as she said the first name.

"It's Sarah, isn't it? It's totally Sarah Reese. Aww, you like the psychiatry resident." Stella began to tease you, ignoring your blubbering defensive tactics.

It was only when you nearly tackled Stella into a hug, pretending like you were about to cry that Stella wrapped her arms around you, allowing you the perfect chance to steal your lyrics back.

"I should have figured it out earlier, the lyrics make it so obvious-"

"Shut up!" You grumbled, holding the notepad to your chest as Stella hummed in thought.

"You really like her eyes, don't you? You want to gaze into them all day?" Stella began, recalling the lyrics as you grimaced, holding the notepad closer to you.

"Shut up! These lyrics weren't ones you were supposed to see!"

"So, when are you going to sing it to her? I can see it now, you lead her down to a romantic setting, it's early evening, so the sunset is beautiful, you're serenading her with your guitar. It's really romantic." Stella explained, chuckling as she realised you had buried your face in your hands.

"I could even help you set it up, pull some strings, I know people-"

"I've barely written a song and you're planning a massive romantic date confession performance thing!" You interjected, trying to stop Stella before she got too far ahead., "anyway, if I did serenade her, I'm not doing it in Molly's where I can see you smirking in the corner."

"Oh please, I would be smiling, not smirking." Stella brushed you off, heading back into the kitchen to help you unload more of the food shop.

/// Time Skip ///

"So, Reese, your usual?" Stella enquired, frowning as Sarah's phone chimed, distracting her completely as Stella realised you'd posted an announcement for your upcoming album.

"Wow..." Sarah gasped, staring at the photo that Stella recognised as one of the ones she'd taken, followed by a selfie that had Sarah's face flushing pink.

"So, your usual? By the way, track 4, it's really special. I, personally think, it's going to be the best on the album." Stella ominously added as Sarah nodded to the glass of red wine as her usual order.

"What do you mean?" Sarah enquired, but Stella had already gone to find a bottle of red wine.

Sarah bit her lip as she scrolled, finding that you'd posted the tracklist for the album too.

///

By the time your album was released, Stella had it on a loop at Molly's, even if it was slowly driving Herrmann insane.

"Stella, what did you mean by track 4 being special? It's a love song-"

"Sarah, I asked for your order, not your thoughts on my sister. But, yeah, it is a love song, about a girl my sister is in love with... don't tell her I said that though." Stella whispered, winking at Sarah as she gawped.

"Really? Y/n wrote an amazing song about a girl... I wish someone would write a song about me, but that would never happen, I'm too ordinary." Sarah whispered to herself, playing with a napkin.

"Oh please, you're far from ordinary, Doctor Reese." You gave her a soft smile as you slipped onto the bar stool next to her, having only heard the back-end of what Sarah said.

"You wrote a song about the girl you're in love with, Y/n, she's the luckiest girl." Sarah replied, sighing and staring at the bar as you spluttered your water.

"I'm going to murder my sister." You declared, letting out a huff.

"What did she do? She seemed fine earlier?" Sarah enquired, raising an eyebrow as you rubbed at your temples.

"You do not what to know, trust me."

"Wait, is it a sister thing?" Sarah realised, raising an eyebrow as you chuckled at her question.

"Don't try psychoanalysing our relationship, it's not worth the headache... like the one I have right now." You murmured, closing your eyes momentarily.

"Noted. If you've got a headache, cold air can help, do you want me to take you outside?" Sarah offered, about to stand up.

Reaching out to stop her from getting up, you shook your head, murmuring about how it wasn't necessary.

Glaring at your phone, you glanced up to see Stella waving her phone around, meaning that she had just sent the message to you.

Stel: Go and have some alone time with her *insert smirk emoji*

You were quick to send her the middle finger emoji back, stuffing your phone in the pocket of your jeans.

Sending Stella a death-glare, you grimaced at the ache in your temples, not fighting as Sarah all but dragged you outside.

///

"You were right. It's nice out here." You admitted as you and Sarah stood together outside.

"Careful, you don't want to scratch your forehead." Sarah murmured as you rubbed at your face, tensing as Sarah's hand rested on your forehead.

"I'm okay- wait, that's really nice..." You whispered, holding Sarah's hand to your face to stop her taking it away.

"Wait, why are your hands so cold though? Isn't that a medical condition or something?" You asked quietly, hearing Sarah chuckle to herself.

"Just enjoy my cold hands, Y/n."

"But you're a doctor, wait, you do psychiatry... anyway, it could be a circulation problem or something-" Sarah cut off your rambles by quietly shushing you, despite her flushed face at the fact you knew she was a psychiatry resident.

"Are you okay? You look flushed, are you running a fever? Crap, I'm sorry, we can go back inside-"

"No, no, I'm okay, I'm fine out here, as long as you are." Sarah affirmed, smiling slightly as you opened your eyes to look at her properly.

"Okay, uh, do you want to talk about something or shall we stand out here in silence?" You suggested, shrugging at both options as you waited for Sarah's answer.

"How about your song? This one?" Sarah suggested, showing you the familiar album art.

"Oh yeah, you like that one?"

"I like all of them, but, whoever you wrote this one about, is really lucky. I can't imagine anyone ever writing a song about me." Sarah sadly chuckled, looking at the ground as she thought about her failed relationship with Joey, and the other people she'd dated over the years.

"You're worth writing a song about, Sarah. In fact, you're worth an entire album. From what I've heard, you're pretty amazing." You let out a breath as Sarah looked up in shock.

"What exactly have you heard?"

"That you're worth writing an entire album about?" Giving her a cheeky grin, you cleared your throat to keep her calm, and keep yourself calm too, "but I've heard all good things."

"Even if someone wrote a song about me, what would they call it?" Sarah brushed you off, not seeing how you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.

"The name of track 4 on my album."

Sarah stared at you in shock, her jaw dropped as she processed what you just said.

"You really mean that? I guess that's what Stella meant when she said the song was special." Sarah chuckled, laughing more as you began to freak out.

"I'm going to murder Stella-" you began to declare, cutting yourself off as Sarah's hands rested on your cheeks. They were cold but you didn't mind as you placed your hands on top of hers.

"I meant what I said. I could write an album about the way you make me feel."

"But I'm nobody- I'm not special."

"You're special to me, Sarah. Special just the way you are." You affirmed, smiling as Sarah's gaze drifted to your lips.

The two of you were leaning in when the door swung open.

"Come on lovebirds, I need help cleaning up!"

///

Sarah watched in amusement as Stella tried to get details out of you about what you and her had talked about.

You remained silent, only letting out a squeak when you tripped over the mop, landing at Sarah's feet as she wobbled.

"Aw, nearly a strike! I could have gotten those ten points too!" Stella teased as Sarah helped you up.

///

"Stel, wait, you're my ride!" You shouted, panicking as Stella left with Kelly, glaring as Stella gave you a smirk before she was gone.

"I could always walk you home?" Sarah proposed, acknowledging how your anger dissipated into malfunctioning as you turned to look at her.

Unable to form a single word due to your stammering and panic, Sarah just nodded when you nodded, the two of you linking arms as you walked down the street together.

Too cold to not be close, but not close enough that the two of you went to holding hands immediately.

Sarah smiled as you tentatively rested your head on her shoulder, resting her head on top of yours as the two of you walked in pace with each other.

/// Time Skip ///

"What are you writing?" Sarah enquired, pulling one of your sweatshirts over her head before sitting on the couch next to you.

"A song for you. When I'm not here, you can listen to it and know that I miss you too." You explained after a while, scawling down ideas as Sarah kissed your forehead every once in a while.

Sarah bit her lip as she glanced over the lyrics, an idea forming in her head, but she'd need your help with it.

"What are you thinking about? You've got that cute thinking face-" Sarah cut you off by quickly kissing you, reaching over to take a notepad and pen and write down her own lyrics as you blinked in shock.

"Well, okay then..."

"You have to help me with this when it's written," Sarah affirmed, pausing to mention, "but I'm not publishing it. It's your ears only, okay?"

"Of course, whatever you want, love." You kissed the side of her head before continuing to read over what you just wrote.

///

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raisinghellonstarbug · 3 years

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Stumbled Into Laughter, Stumbled Into You - A James Acaster x Reader Story

Basic plot: The year is 2019, and life has been quite dull for you since working in a job that you hate for the past two years after graduating from university. You used to do stand up comedy at uni, but you’ve been putting off pursuing it due to lack of confidence and motivation. Your best mates decide to encourage you to try a comedy mic night for the first time ever and while there you incidentally run into an old mate of yours, comedian Rhys James. That’s when your life gets turned around as you end up diving into the world of the comedy circuit and becoming close with other famous British comedians. In the midst of it all, you end up meeting a particularly distinctive red headed fellow who might end up being the very thing that brings meaning to your life again.

A/N: Hello Acaster fans!

So this was an idea I have had in mind for the last few months and I finally finished the first chapter of my story!

Just so you know, the first chapter does not include James, but be patient as he will appear soon (but maybe not quite as soon as you hope). I do reckon it will be worth the wait for his appearance, or at least I hope the story is still enjoyable! It is a slow burn so if you are an inpatient person, then this story might not be for you ;)

You can read this chapter below or if you prefer, there is also the link to the chapter posted on Ao3 right here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33748507

Rating: M

Chapter 1 word length: 2326

Characters: James Acaster (duh), Original Female Characters(s), Original Male Character(s), Rhys James, Ed Gamble, Nish Kumar, Josh Widdicombe

Relationships: James Acaster x Reader/you, Original female character/Original Male character

Story tags: Romantic comedy, domestic fluff, slow burn, fluff and smut, British comedy, eventual relationships

Tagging: @laurabeech @rilannon @jasclearwaters @marklily @queensantiagoofthe99

Chapter 1 - Summer 2019

You were sitting at your desk at your mundane job, practically ready to blow your brains out on the usual, dull Thursday afternoon. It was really warm and stuffy inside the fifteen story office block building situated in Canary Wharf. This was a place you found yourself five days a week, doing the typical 9 to 5 hours. A usual day for a usual person.

Your job wasn’t a particularly riveting one. As an underwriter for an insurance company, some days could get especially boring. You knew how to do the job well, but it was not something you really loved. It involved all kinds of clients and claims in paperwork and it sometimes felt tedious and unfulfilling. But hey, it still paid your share of rent and bills. At least you could say you could manage in the hustle and bustle of the London lifestyle.

It was nearly hometime and you were itching to get home and relax. But before that could happen, there were those last set of insurance cover forms you had to copy to get sent to the HR department. And so you typed away on your laptop, clickety clack, clickety clack… the minutes went by like a chalk on a blackboard, scraping away at a snail’s pace.

You put your full force of concentration on the documents on the screen until it was finally done. A sense of achievement was necessary in these moments despite your lack of enthusiasm. It was in the little victories you reminded yourself. You rubbed the sweat from the July heat off your forehead.

* * *

The last 2 hours eventually passed by and it was soon the rush to get out of the door before you got held up by your colleagues. They were nice enough, but sometimes they could hold you back for half an hour chatting when you just wanted to get home, or your manager might try and get you to stay an hour overtime.

Thankfully you did get out promptly, and as you ran and dashed out of the office building saying brisk goodbyes to coworkers, you managed to make it to the tube with the train just arriving on time. But not without being moderately sweaty and hot though. Bloody stuffy platforms.

As expected it was still a busy train with plenty of 5pm finishers getting themselves situated on the half crowded carriages, but as it was only 10 past, it wasn't the worst time of day for commuting yet.

You perched yourself on one of the tube’s seats and let your shoulders drop, having held the tension in your body from sitting at a desk all day. You placed your head slightly back, balancing it on the window of the train. You looked up momentarily above you and then lifted your head back up to look at your phone and choose a song to listen to on Spotify through your wireless earphones.

The streams of sound from one of your favourite songs began to play softly in your ears and you smiled, knowing that the song gave you a little bit of wistful joy. You started mouthing the words.

Call it all for nothing, but I'd rather be nothing to you. Than be a part of something, something that I didn’t do (Best to You - Blood Orange).

The words half mean something but not necessarily anything. You began to wonder about being part of something that you’re not.

I just wish I could float away from my unexciting existence… you thought to yourself.

It sometimes occurred to you that you might have wanted something more out of life, but weren’t entirely sure what. It doesn’t make you dreadfully sad, but you know that life for you hasn’t exactly been the best it could be, and that perhaps something was missing. You wish you knew what it was.

You sighed, ignoring the feeling of sorrow wash over you momentarily and propped yourself back up in the uncomfortable seat of the train. You tried to keep yourself awake so that you wouldn’t miss your stop. The music continued through your ears.

* * *

You opened the door of the three bedroom flat that you had been residing in for the last two years with your flatmates and sighed with relief that you had finally reached home. You hurried to get your handbag off your shoulder and your shoes off, placing them on the rack next to the front door and walked through the hallway.

The minute you poked your head through to the lounge, bellowing a faint hello to whoever was around, you were suddenly greeted by one of your best friends and flatmates, Grace.

“Ahh Y/n! You’re home. Thank christ!”

She grabbed you and reached her arms around to embrace you tightly. You were perplexed by this gesture as it was so random and unusual given that Grace lived with you and saw you everyday of the week. You frowned and reluctantly placed your arms around her to return the hug.

As she then let go, she looked at you with urgency in her eyes and shrieked with excitement, “Oh Y/n guess what? It looks like I’m up for a promotion! Can you believe it?”

Now processing the reason for such an embrace, you raised your eyebrows in glee and smiled proudly, gushing back to your best mate who was obviously chuffed by the matter.

“Oh wow Grace, that's fantastic! I mean, finally. It is about bloody time!”

She smiled, “Yes I guess it is. But I mustn't get too excited. I haven’t officially got the promotion yet.”

“Ah but no. I’m not having any of that. You will get that promotion. It is a guarantee. They would be idiots to not give it to you.” Grace rolled her eyes and bit her lip. She reluctantly nodded and agreed.

The smell of food distracted you momentarily from the conversation. It was a particularly appetising smell.

Grace uttered, “Yes that smell is good isn’t it? Theo insisted on cooking us a nice meal for me as a celebration.”

You smiled knowingly, having known about how Grace and Theo had been in relationship limbo ever since you three became close friends at university. You knew they both had feelings for each other but often danced around the subject, completely oblivious to one another’s obvious attraction to the other. You reckoned they had to do something about it one day.

“Thank fuck. I wasn’t prepared to make dinner tonight. I am too tired for that.”

Grace then had her worried face on. She instantly knew, as she knew you too well, but funnily enough never picked up on Theo’s emotions despite constantly wondering about them, that something was wrong.

“Are you ok babe?” she asked with a look of pity that you scornfully resented.

You sighed, half lying, “Yes. I’m fine. Just tired is all.”

You made a beeline for the couch knowing full well that you were going to talk about it whether you liked it or not. You knew that Grace would see right through your dishonesty and insist that you told her the problem.

So you waited until Grace inevitably sat next to you and gave you that sympathy look she always gave you before coming out with the concerns that were floating around your brain.

“OK fine. I know you won’t leave me alone unless I tell you.”

“Ahh, you know me so well…”

“Yes, just as you know me. I’m just- I’m fed up. Work was slow. I don’t really feel like I’m associated with my life. I feel... disconnected, I guess.”

“Do you have any idea why?”

You shrugged and looked down at the floor and then back at Grace smiling sheepishly, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m not- not fulfilled? I just don’t thoroughly enjoy my life right now.”

Grace nodded and put a hand on your leg. You twitched your face in slight discomfort. You hated it when you were given sympathy for something that seemed so miniscule. It wasn’t like you were dying.

It was times like this when you just wanted to curl up in your bed, eat a tub of ice cream and watch your favourite comedy programmes. 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown sprang to mind.

As you sat in momentary silence for a bit, Theo came waltzing through from the kitchen with his silly apron on that had a naked man’s body printed on it, and a spatula in his hand. He smiled at you.

“I thought I heard your voice. I hope meatballs for dinner are good tonight. Not mine of course,” gesturing to the apron as he said it.

You shook your head at Theo’s poor dad joke and stood up to hug him. You realised that you must be really down in the dumps to be hugging Theo. It was his turn to be confused. He looked towards Grace wide eyed.

“She’s had a particularly tough day. But mind you babe, you’ve kinda been like this for weeks now.”

You let go of Theo and turned to Grace, frowning and feeling slightly defensive. You placed a hand on your hip.

“Been like what? I’ve just been a bit fed up, that's all.”

“Yes but it’s not just a bit fed up. You said so yourself you feel disconnected. We’ve been waiting for you to say it.”

You looked to Theo and he nodded gently in agreement.

“Ok… but, nothing is really wrong exactly. My life is fine.”

“Fine, yes. But not amazing. We know it’s getting you down. And the job is the problem.”

“But I’m good at it. And it pays the bills. What else am I supposed to do?”

Grace then looked away from your eyes then, twitching her lip and looking as though she was holding something back. She then sighed and began to admit something you had not been expecting.

“OK look. We know what you can do. Theo and I have figured it out. We can manage money wise. It will be tight, but if you quit your job we should be able to help you out for a little bit.”

Your eyes grew wider than large saucepans. You were totally bewildered and your mouth slightly agape.

“What? Quit my job? Why? What work would I get instead?”

“Well, maybe you won't quit your job yet. Maybe you’re right, that's too hasty. Perhaps what I’m trying to say is-”

Theo then chimed in, “-what Grace is trying to say is…”

You smirked to yourself. How do they not realise that they’re already a couple but without the sex? They’re practically married for christ sake.

“...we reckon that you need to pursue your passion. Perhaps stop wasting your talents in an office job that you hate.”

Grace continued, “yes exactly. We have had an idea in mind. See, we want you to go to this thing… it’s no biggie but well, we’ve already booked it for you.”

Your mind was racing. You couldn’t understand anything that they were saying to you. It was all too much for you to manage.

“Booked what for me? What the hell are you both going on about?”

They both looked at each other with reluctance, pondering the moment and whether to tell you the whole truth. They both shrugged and Grace was then pulling her phone out, this whole conversation beginning to appear as though they had been trying to practice it.

Suddenly Grace’s phone screen was wavering in your face. You moved your head closer to see a photo on the screen. It was a comedy club night poster. Incidentally, it was an open mic night event happening on Saturday night. You began to then put the puzzle pieces together. You folded your arms and frowned heavily.

“What the fuck have you two done now?”

Theo softly spoke, “We… booked you a slot to do that comedy open mic event thing, on Saturday night.”

“Wait. As in to perform? You can’t be serious-”

Grace tried to reassure you and grabbed your arm.

“Look, we know it might seem daunting, but we just wanted to see you happy again. It’s been two years since we graduated and you haven’t performed since then. We thought it might be good to encourage you to perform again. You were always funny to us. And people at uni thought so too. You have the stand up talent, Y/n.”

You could not process anymore. You shook your head in disbelief and placed your head in your hands, rubbing your eyes from sudden exhaustion. You then threw your hands up in exasperation. It was not possible. You could not do that again.

Fucking no way. I can’t be on stage again! It’s too scary. University pub nights are one thing but a comedy club?

You shook your head again and placed your hands on your hips. Grace tried to speak up again seeing the frustration painted across your face. In fact it was anger that your friends chose to do this without your say so.

“Y/n…”

“No. Nope. I’m not doing it. No.”

“But Y/n, we were also going to tell you that Theo is also thinking of doing the same thing! He wants to do his music again. What harm would it be for you to rejuvenate your comedy skills? Surely you can write a quick couple of gags. Nothing strenuous. You have your old material from university, right?”

You had to get out of the room. Nothing that they were saying to you could be fully accepted at that moment.

You then gave them no choice but to let you go with your head in a flurry. They both watched you leave the room, mumbling something along the lines of I’m not really hungry anymore, I’m going to bed. Soon after, you darted across the other end of the hallway, ill-tempered and almost seething, and slammed your bedroom door shut.

#james acaster #james acaster fanfic #james acaster x reader #james acaster x you #original female character #original male character #original story #off menu #eventual romance #slow burn

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anabsolutetrainwreck · 3 years

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i can hate you sometimes || h. styles

warnings: pre-covid, mentions of sex, swearing, kissing

word count: 2.2k

summary: you and harry have mutual friends, but that doesn’t mean you two are friends. but when harry gets caught in the rain and you’re the closest person he can turn to, it makes for a much more awkward night...

Though you could respect Harry’s artistic abilities when it came to creating music, you could barely tolerate him as a person. Likewise, he wasn’t at all too fond of you. You shared friends in common, which often unfortunately resulted in many a night out with him and your mutual friends.

Yes, Harry was a respectful man. That was perhaps the one thing you could say didn’t irritate you about him. Everything else, the subtle cockiness he played off as jokes; the incessant need to be centre of attention; the bloated ego, which left him thinking he was above everyone else, all of that stuff, you couldn’t stand. But he wasn’t going to stop you from enjoying time with your friends, so you continued to go out drinking with them or go out for big meals with them or on lavish holidays with them. Unfortunately, he had the same mindset. You were both very stubborn.

Going out with your friends when Harry was there seemed like a difficult task at first. But if you sat at the opposite end of the table or stayed fairly distant in a club, the night tended to run smoothly. The one time you’d been left alone was around a year ago when you and Harry had gone out for dinner with Sarah and Mitch. Sarah had gone to the toilet and Mitch had gone to pay the bill. It had been two or three minutes maybe, but it felt like long, excruciating hours. Days, even. You’d distracted yourself by finishing off your wine and trying hard to look anywhere but in Harry’s direction. He’d busied himself with his phone and trying hard to look anywhere but your direction. But, either way, it had been perhaps the most awkward experience of your life.

And now, on a quiet Sunday evening, you found yourself preparing some pasta. Your dog, albeit too big for his own good, was curled up in front of the fireplace. You had your laptop set up on your coffee table, your classical music playlist floating through your house.

It had begun raining heavily about five minutes ago. The droplets were pelting down on your large windows. You had some candles set up and a glass of wine waiting for you on the coffee table in your living room. It was the perfect romantic evening for one.

A knock on your front door took your attention from the boiling water before you. You quickly jogged through to your hallway, opening the door. And, much to your surprise and perhaps disappointment, you were met with the face of Harry Styles. “Can I help you?” you asked, staring at him expectantly.

He sighed, almost embarrassed to ask, but said, “Can I stop at yours until the rain passes?”

You looked him up and down. Stop at yours? Why did that send your stomach into a state of flutters? “Just get an uber,” you said firmly.

He winced, “My phone’s dead. Can you at least let me charge it so I can get an uber?”

You weren’t a fan of Harry (biggest understatement of the year), but that didn’t mean you were an utter asshole. Of course you would let him stop at yours for a little while. Anyone would, right? You sighed, making sure he knew this was a reluctant decision of yours, “Sure.”

He thanked you as he shuffled into your house. He removed his coat and hung it up on your coat rack. Quietly, he followed you into your living room. “Here,” you said curtly, passing him one of your spare chargers.

The entire exchange was even more awkward than last year’s meal with Sarah and Mitch. Benny, your dog, was quite clearly enthralled about the arrival of Harry. He jumped up at the brunette man, his tongue hanging loose. As you tended to your exuberant pasta meal, you could hear Harry petting Benny.

On the few occasions Harry had met Benny, he loved the dog. But, Benny was a dog after all and it was hard to hate a dog. Especially one as lovable and as cuddly as Benny. Harry’s footsteps became louder as he entered the kitchen, Benny, tail wagging, not far behind. It was only when you looked up did you notice Harry carrying your laptop with him. Your first instinct was to tell him to put it the fuck down; it was your laptop - you paid good money for it. But something seemed to stop you from snapping at the man, who was soaked from the rain, in front of you. Usually, you struggled with biting your tongue around Harry. He was just infuriating. “Can I please put something else on?” he asked, gesturing to the screen, which had Spotify open.

You shrugged. You weren’t that bothered if he wasn’t in the mood to listen to your collection of great classical records. It was his loss. Besides, your pasta was nearly finished and then you’d dish it up and settle down in front of the tv. “Sure.”

There was a moment of silence after he’d paused to whatever piece was playing. “What’s this?” his voice came suddenly.

You knew exactly what he’d found. And you practically kicked yourself for forgetting you had it. It was your playlist, simply titled ‘sex’. A sex playlist. A playlist for sex. “I didn’t take you as the type to have a designated sex playlist,” he said, smirking.

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you grumbled, your cheeks heating up.

“Clearly. Some interesting choices on here, Y/N. Not as many of mine as I thought there’d be,” he said.

There was none. None of Harry’s songs on your sex playlist and, if he was being honest, it kind of irritated him slightly. The thought of you having sex to his voice was an enriching one. But what most definitely pissed him off, was the sight of a couple Liam Payne songs and a few of Zayn’s. “I didn’t think Sign of the Times was right for the occasion,” you shrugged. “Do you want some pasta?”

“If there’s some going,” he said quickly. “I do have other songs you know. Besides, Sign of the Times is a great sex song. Starts off slow, builds to a climax...”

You turned to look at him. Only then did you realise you were actually having this conversation with him. Still, you pressed on. “All songs build to a climax one way or another. It’s called a crescendo.”

“Yeah, I know what it’s fucking called,” he sighed. “I’m the musician here.”

“And yet you can’t appreciate classical music. Anyway, if you’re so convinced you have good sex songs, name a few,” you challenged.

He spoke as he followed you through to the living room. You set his bowl of pasta (you always had a habit of making your portions way too large) down on the coffee table beside the candles and wine. “Okay, Kiwi.”

You hummed in thought, “What if I want something a little slower? Like, Kiwi could totally ruin the mood.”

He shifted in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his phone light up, signalling it had at least a little bit of power. But now he was eating your fresh pasta and discussing sex songs with you, and frankly, he didn’t want to leave. “Woman? You can’t tell me you’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” he said.

“Well, I can. So I will: I’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” you replied; you liked this game.

“Okay, come on. She is the perfect sex song,” he said smugly.

Now this one tripped you up. Because you’d had sex to She before. It had come on when the guy you were sleeping with asked if he could shuffle his playlist. She had come on second, maybe. And those six minutes had been the best of your life. You told yourself it was just the guy you were seeing at the time, and he certainly didn’t mind the compliment. But, in hindsight, you realised it was probably the fact that Harry was singing about living in daydreams in the background. In that moment, the sex hadn’t even been at the forefront of your mind. It was his fucking velvet voice. “I wouldn’t know.”

He smirked, “You’ve had sex to She, haven’t you?”

“No.”

“You have! I knew it.”

“Piss off, Harry.”

You hoped your nonchalant replies would be enough to deter his attention from the subject at hand. But alas, he didn’t seem to pick up on it. That, or he was deliberately ignoring your tone. You were beginning to regret letting Harry into your house. And you weren’t afraid to tell him so. “I wish I’d just left you in the rain.”

He scoffed, “That’s not very nice, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw. God, you could really hate him sometimes. “Harry, we’re literally discussing my sex life. It’s none of your business. And a bit personal, don’t you think? You don’t even know my surname.”

You got to your feet and made your way through to the kitchen, placing your empty bowl in the sink. You could hear him behind you, you just wanted to turn around and tell him to give you a moment to yourself. He was like a puppy. Before you had the chance to do so, you felt him lean over, placing his bowl beside yours. He was so close.

Turning around slowly, you were met with him. He was there, right there. You looked up at him. He wasn’t moving. You were torn between pushing past him, making sure he knew you were angry and staying for a while, basking in the sexual tension that was buzzing around in the air. “I do know your surname,” was all he said.

He was so close, his eyes exploring your face as if he’d never seen it before. Trapped between Harry and the kitchen counter, you’d fantasised about this moment for ages. Harry’s face a mere few centimetres away from your own. You could feel his breath on your face. It was warm, welcoming. “Do you?” you choked out.

He nodded slightly. The revelation of Harry knowing your surname was almost surprising to you. You didn’t think he paid that much attention to anything that had something to do with you. Up until this point, standing in your kitchen, neither of you daring to make the first move, you’d thought he only knew your first name because he was obliged to.

You both yearned the simple delight of the other’s touch. All the pent up sexual tension from the last years, longing looks disguised as glares of disgust and the little snarky remarks used as an excuse to talk to each other, all of that began unravelling at the seams. He looked at you and you looked at him, both of you daring the other to make the first point of euphoric contact. “Harry,” you forced out quietly, hoping he’d take that as a sign that he could touch you, kiss you, anything.

“What do you want?” he hummed gently. “What can I give you?”

“Just kiss me.”

You were also embarrassed that, after years of suppressing your enrapturing feelings, you were asking him to kiss you. And still, he didn’t touch you. It was like he was playing some sick game with you. And then the dreadful thought that he might just be doing all of this to give him a means to mock you in the future. If that was the case, he’d have the perfect upper hand over you. “Do you still wish you’d left me in the rain?” he asked, almost taunting you as he left you practically begging for his touch.

You shook your head, “No, no. God, no. Harry, please.”

“Anything you want, darling.”

“Kiss me.”

“Only if you’re sure you want me to.”

“I do, Harry. Please.”

And when he was sure he had your definite consent, he didn’t waste another moment. He placed his large hand on your cheek, the tips of his fingers buried in your hair. His lips on yours was perhaps the most perfect form of ecstasy. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head up to meet his, you were sure you’d travelled to some distant infatuating dreamland you only ever hear about.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, panting slightly, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Don’t get an uber. Stay with me tonight.”

A smile crept its way up into Harry’s features. He tried to hide how elated he was that you’d proposed he spend the night with you. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, which were parted slightly. All he wanted to do was indulge his need for your perfect taste all night. From the moment the sky went from the most divine lavender colour to the most starry black, to the moment it turned back to the most marvellous oranges and reds in the waking of the sun. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me.”

part two.

#harry fanfiction #harry imagine #harry fanfic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry x y/n #harry x you #harry x reader #harry imagines #harry styles imagines

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brw · 3 years

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DOOMREED FOR THE ASK GAME

1) doesn’t listen to music. ever.

VICTOR. he goes to the orchestra and thats it exclusively. reed tries to get them a shared spotify account but its a waste because victor refuses to get a phone. he listens to songs to review to allow to be played on the latverian radio and that is literally it.

2) has never had a pomegranate

i'd say reed, i feel like he has a bunch of normal things that he has never experienced because his dad has the vibes of micromanaging every tiny part of reed's life, as in i imagine that their house didn't have a tv so reed never watched anything as a child. so not eating fruit that wasn't personally imported black market oranges or some shit? more likely than you might think <3

3) is a tax evader

VICTOR.... the ff havce gone broke multiple times bc of rent and taxes and not getting money off reed's inventions reed is the ONLY ethical rich person to exist in fiction or otherwise.

4) is against legalizing marijuana

victor, not because he has anything against it but because he doesn't think americans deserve to have a good time. its legal in latveria though.

5) gets computer viruses the most

VICTOR AGAIN.... listen i love him but. i genuinely don't think he has a laptop he WOULD fall for the hot milfs in his area trick, he'd be like "milfs??? in MY castle??? without MY knowledge???? impossible. i must find them at once" and fcvdcvhbcvb.

6) fell for an email scam and lost a lot of money

REED.... listen he is slightly better with computers than victor but he is literally besties with an african king so genuinely if he got one of those emails he'd fall for it. he's like aww no t'challa is in trouble >:( anything for a friend and fbdfvjhv

7) hooked up with someone in a gas station bathroom

reed and hank pym hooked up in college and have never talked about it since.

8) has a peanut allergy

TBH VICTOR... idk i can see him having an allergy like that and never realising it just bc he didnt exactly have a lot of access to peanuts growing up and. yeah fdfbhjcvjcv

9) has an account on reddit

reed, i can see him getting into stupid fights on the internet

10) is sexist

NEITHER OF THEM AND YET AT THE SAME TIME BOTH OF THEM.... neither of them do it on purpose but :/ they're men it happens. they both have sexist vibes bc reed is ur classic Man Thinks He's Smarter Than Everyone Else and victor Just Thinks He's Genuinely Better Than Everyone but tbh i also think they're both respectful and if u were to call them out they'd apologise and try not to do it again so. that's something.

11) knows how cryptocurrency works

REED... reed tried to invest in something and victor who doesn't know what the internet is was like absolutely fucking not.

12) seasons their food exclusively with salt and pepper

neither of them tbh i don't think reed knows what seasoning is and what is the point of having people cook meals for you if not to cook them exactly how you want so you don't need to add anything?

13) doesn’t remove the lint in the dryer before turning it on

i don't use a dryer i dont know what this means

14) is a cheater

gonna pretend this is abt chess, neither of them most of the time but when they're tired and just want to get this game over with so they can go the fuck to bed they will start just purposely pissing each other off by fucking around on the chess board i dont know how chess works help.

stupid shipping meme!

#ask games} answers #r: enemies to lovers slow burn (its been 60 years)#aylaranz #TYSM SDBXFVHCVHHBCV

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rvmmm21 · 3 years

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[ V V S her diamonds ]

summary : seungwan is an idiot, joohyun is an idiot. cupid rips his hair out in frustration.

small note : please yell at galaxygerbil for me. for putting justin freaking bieber’s ‘anyone’ in my head on loop for centuries and for the hectic mess that i am when i read their fics. this is an attempt the only genre i have been skirting around because i just cannot read/write angst. if this ages decently, yay.

p.s. characters are from my first wenrene university au (you know who i am?) so it’s identical in regards to characters and the au itself, but a different plot.

tw : slight angst (but it’s all cupid’s), perpetual urge to scream.

[senior!irene x junior!wendy]

. . .

[5:15p.m.] Seungwan rushes past the temptation of bookshops, restaurants and arcades. She silently curses when she very nearly falls flat on her face from an uneven bit of pavement.

. . .

“Seungwan-ah!” Yerim calls out, retracting her debit card from the exasperated cashier and waving Seungwan towards her. “Come, hurry up and order something.”

The blonde shyly weaves through the crowded little arcade cafe, eliciting pointed looks and grunts from hungry patrons. She leaves the ‘I-dare-you-to-challenge-my-best-friend-right-now’ stare to Yerim.

Seungwan reaches the counter with a huff. “What are you guys getting?”

“I got bibimmyeon.” The younger glances over her shoulder at Seulgi who’s scrolling through her phone at the table in the corner. “Uh, i think Seul got pork mandu.”

Seungwan holds up two fingers and a polite smile. “Two bibimmyeon, please.”

The cashier inputs their orders with a click of a button, swiping Yerim’s card through the reader.

The duo shuffle away with a number card on a metal stand, heading for the table under the stairs. A harassed Seulgi barely notices her friends sitting down.

“You’re here?” She clicks her phone off and begins rummaging through her Muji pencil case for a pencil. “What did you get? I think we’re pulling an all-nighter.”

“Bibimmyeon, same as Yerimie.” Seungwan grimaces, more at the possibility of another sleepless night. But such is university life. Plus, she’d much rather her friends keep her accountable than procrastinate alone. Especially on projects that weighed so heavily on her final grade.

Yerim elbows Seungwan, who suddenly notices she’s the last to get her materials out.

Like clockwork, the three get to work, the clicking of their keyboards overtaken by frantic plastic clicking of various 90’s arcade machines.

Thankfully, food is served right as they’re wrapping up chapter three, the worst one of them all. Seungwan, Seulgi and Yerim scarf down their food like girls ten years starved, focused on feeding the demands of their stomachs rather than their assignments.

. . .

The sun retires past the blue-purple horizon, leaving three burnt out students standing outside a closed cafe, clutching laptops and notebooks in the dark. They hastily make plans again for next week’s study date, sweeping the forgotten all-nighter under the rug, all too eager to head home and shut the door in the faces of their due dates and exams.

“Same time next week?” Seungwan asks after a yawn.

Seulgi shakes her head, squinting at her calendar app. “I have dance tryouts then. Can we do Thursday instead? We can meet at the same time then, or even earlier.”

Yerim agrees to everything, seconds away from falling asleep on her feet.

“Alright,” the blonde sighs, plugging the aux cable into her phone and flipping through her Spotify. “See you guys then. Yerimie bring your own highlighter next time.”

Everyone mumbles, turning their own ways.

. . .

“YAH!”

The rude exclamation of a tall, red-faced boy while his smaller friend stands meekly behind him blares attention bells to the furthest corner of their university cafeteria.

Seungwan pauses mid-chew to shush a pouting Yerim, who’s upset that her funny dog story was interrupted right as it was getting good. They face the commotion and Seungwan beholds a pair of steely eyes gazing boredly from underneath the brim of a black Yankee baseball cap.

That signature glare belongs to none other than Bae Joohyun, someone the junior recognises instantly from (truthfully much more than) one of their shared literature electives. And of course, beside her stands her equally as intimidating friends, Park Sooyoung and Kim Jennie.

And the hothead is the only person who’d be stupid enough to challenge a trio like that: fresh campus casanova, Wong Lucas. Seungwan’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline, but she isn’t surprised.

Everyone’s attention has been commanded now, but if the boy cared, he didn’t show it.

“Yah, freshman.” Jennie snaps, gripping her mocha latte and stepping to the front while Sooyoung suspiciously eyes him and his friend. “Speak with some respect. What’s wrong with you! We’re your seniors.”

The meek girl behind him looks terrified, curly mousy-brown ponytails shadowing the cold sweat visibly beading on her forehead. She almost moves to say something but Lucas stops her with a firm hand, turning back to continue berating the girl in the cap.

“You couldn’t even let her talk?!” The irony is lost on him, as a frown settles on his arched eyebrows, frustration frosting over his features. “She told me you rejected her before she could finish. Did you have to speak so rudely? Do you know how hard it is to confess?”

A hint of apprehension creeps into Sooyoung’s expression and Jennie fights the urge to splash her drink right in his face. Followed by the cup.

Bae Joohyun simply resists a yawn.

“Can you move? We’re busy.”

It’s the first time she’s spoken since the outburst, and Seungwan feels her palms sweat.

The girl behind Lucas finally speaks. Her eyes are glossy and wide, overflowing with hurt and betrayal. “It’s okay, s-sunbae. B-but I… I was hoping we could still–”

“I’m not interested,” comes the cut and dry reply.

A bystander innocently tries to diffuse the rising tension. He lightly places his hand on the boy’s shoulder, darting his gaze between the two teams. “Alright I think that’s enough.” He turns to Lucas. “No need to be so hostile, be a gentleman and apologise.”

“Whatever.” Lucas irritatedly shrugs him off, piercing stare fixed on the senior who couldn’t look more disinterested. “You deserve it. You think you can just talk however you want just because you’re pretty? Self-centred trash, fix your attitude first.”

Sooyoung’s jaw drops, Jennie goes wide-eyed, and Yerim is fumbling around with the record button as quietly as she can.

Seungwan’s heart quickens in pace.

Joohyun doesn’t even realise she’s lunging forward.

. . .

The cafeteria disperses with hushed whispers and repeated glances over shoulders until it’s just Seungwan, Seulgi and Yerim left. They’re glued to their seats, astounded at the sight of Wong Lucas on the ground, clutching his nose in pain while Song Yuqi stands frozen to the spot, paled in horror at witnessing her crush just sock her older brother square in the face.

It’s so silent save for the moaning and groaning from the floor.

“Did you see that?” Seungwan murmurs back at her friends, unaware that her eyes glint with obvious admiration. “That was kinda cool.”

Seulgi’s lip quirks in disbelief. “It’s definitely broken. Look at her, she’s insane.”

“Right?” Yerim snickers, already posting the video clip to their group chat. “Insanely co-ordinated. Best thing that’s happened all day.”

“I’m gonna offer her a Band-Aid,” Seungwan spontaneously decides, ignorant to the horror plastered on both her friends’ faces.

Yerim makes tiny, urgent neck slice motions while Seulgi quickly yanks an eager Seungwan down hard by the sleeve.

“Ow, Seul!” The blonde mouths, brows furrowing in annoyance.

The dancer takes the opportunity to knock some sense into her. “Seriously, are you crazy?” she whispers harshly, her own nerves flaring at the thought of being overheard. “It’s an insult! She’s going to kill you.”

Both girls try to stop their friend from making the dumbest decision of her life, but Seungwan frees herself from their frantically grasping limbs, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading to the crime scene.

She reaches just in time to feel Lucas brush angrily past them and out the doors. Yuqi slinks after him, casting Joohyun an apologetic look.

Way to get rejected twice, Seungwan sympathises. Poor kid, with a sibling who’s an idiot Hercules.

It takes all her willpower to wrestle her racing heartbeat and her self-preservation instinct into submission. The junior approaches with care, trying with everything she has to convey that she comes in peace.

Joohyun shifts her focus to her and Seungwan’s legs almost go jelly, but something about Joohyun draws her in like a spell. She hated playing good samaritan in situations like these, but it isn’t as though Seungwan hasn’t been dying to talk to her impossibly attractive senior since the first day of class.

You miss any chance you don’t take, right? Yes, obviously.

“H-hi sunbaes,” Seungwan greets with a cautious bow. This is the closest she’s been to the black velvet trio and it’s certainly leaving an impression. She doesn’t even have to look back to know that her block-head friends are gawping at the scene, wondering how their loser of a friend is so okay with dying at the age of twenty two.

Blinking, Seungwan washes her thoughts of how dazzling Joohyun looks, even when she looks like she’s out for blood. Especially when she looks like she’s out for blood.

Suddenly remembering the other reason she came over here, the small blonde holds out some alcohol wipes and Band-Aids like gifts. “Are you h– are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” Joohyun responds curtly. She surely knows her icy stare crumples Seungwan’s insides like butter paper. Perhaps that’s why she does it. “It’s over.”

“A-are you sure your fist knows?” The junior tries, all too aware the girl in front of her could have her wiped off the face of the earth with the snap of her fingers.

A scowl ghosts across Joohyun’s face before she drops her eyes to where her fist is still clenched and trembling slightly.

Seungwan fills the silence with an awkward chuckle. “Just thought you might want to clean up after the battle.”

Jennie and Sooyoung’s unimpressed looks are replaced with shock when Joohyun actually accepts a wet wipe from the younger’s shaking hands. Her eyes are pinned to the wipe as it glazes over bruised, rosy knuckles.

The shorter girl internally swoons. Her mere offering has been received! – and not just received regularly, but received with a frosty ‘thank you’, to top it all off.

As the three seniors are leaving, Seungwan secretly prays that Yerim used her brains and recorded this moment too.

She flinches out of her thought bubble when Seulgi lands a palm clumsily on her shoulder.

“Wah, daebak,” the Cadbury-haired dancer congratulates her crazy, bodacious friend. “So what was that, like your first date or something?”

Yerim scoffs, hooking her arm around Seulgi’s bicep and dragging her out. “Come on Seul, we might as well start eating bugs and singing ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight’. Wannie unnie can’t see us anymore.”

Seungwan rushes after her best friends, picking up her pace when they break into a power walk to the bus station.

“Yerm-ah! Did you get that? Please tell me you got that!”

#red velvet #wenrene #wendy #irene #seulgi #yerim #university au #light angst #slow burn #sorry lucas i love you #you are a true casanova #red velvet writing #yuqi you stay faithful to your soyeon okay #jennie has a latte always i swear

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simpsiren · 3 years

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rooftop star.

jung jaehyun x reader

Every time I look up in the sky. There's not a single star. It's alright, you're my universe, shine bright for me

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description: you realised that love can bloom basically anywhere when you met a guy who entered your comfort space of the rooftop one day.

genre: fluff, strangers to lovers au

warnings: none

word count: 3,744

a/n: this idea just came to my mind while listening to rooftop by n.flying so i hope you guys will enjoy! if you guys have any requests or feedback please let me know :D

for a long time, you and your two close friends, Alex and James, wanted to go away from your home country. some place new and fresh, to start a better live. now you guys are finally living in your dreams of wanting to move to london, it didnt exactly turn out the way you wanted to, well it did. at least for a year.

now, you are just laying down on the long and wide wooden bench at your apartment's rooftop, looking at the sky like what you would do any other night, with your unfinished assignment scattered beside you along with your opened laptop with a blank screen. you would come to visit the rooftop every night, unless you had plans with Alex and James or errands to run of course.

no matter the weather, no matter the situation, you would always head there. in your opinion, you fet that you spent more time up at the rooftop than in your own apartment. its just something about the atmosphere of the place. no one ever came to the rooftop when you were there, the clear plastic that covers the entire rooftop to protect you when it rains, and the sky. you loved looking at the sky. whether there were shining starts filling up the sky or a black void of nothingness, you felt comfort in just looking at it. you felt as though.. it filled your loneliness since you werent able to meet your friends as often anymore as they were too preoccupied with their separate lives. you didnt have any other friends, nor did you bother to find some. you were fine with being alone, only because the sky was able to accompany you 24/7.

it was currently 1am, you sighed and you continued to lay down on the wooden bench with your forearms below your head. you tilted your head. you noticed here were stars. although it wasnt shining brightly, you were still able to see them. you turned your head sideways to face the papers that were all over the place besde you. you graoned as you forced yourself to sit up, gathering all the strength and brain power you had to complete the one assignment that your lecturer gave you for the week. you were already almost done so you might as well finish it by tonight so that you coukd have a break for the rest of the week. you pulled your computer towards you and took a deep breathe before getting back to work after a 30 minute rest from looking at the sky.

you were blasting out music while you were doing your work sincd you left your earpiece at your apartment. the music you listened to had you bobbing your head slolwy to the beat, the calming rhythm pushing you to do your work. just before the next song was about to play, you flinched at a voice that sounded like there was someone standing at the enterance of the rooftop.

"paris in the rain by lauv."

you tilted your head to the direction of the voice, shocked to see a man standing there. you couldnt see him clearly due to the darkness but you could make out that he was a tall man. "im sorry?" you questioned, gaping your mouth open slightly and raising an eyebrow. this was the first ever time you have seen someone coming up to the rooftop. you kept silent as you watched the unknown man walking towards you, his appearence becomig more clear as he stepped out of the darkness and entered the light of the rooftop. "the song you played. it was nice." the man said in a polite and slightly cheerful tone as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and placed his weight on his right leg. you looked at him up and down skeptically. he had light brown hair. he was wearing a plain dark blue hoodie and jeans.

"what are you doing here?" you asked him again, still stunned by how even a radom person showed up here. "you mean i cant enter?" he casually asked you back as he sat down on the floor. you wondered why till you noticed that the whole wooden bench you were sitting on was filled with your papers laying around.you closed your laptop and shook your head slightly. "no i mean i literaly locked the door. how did you-"

"i guess me being a locksmith has come in handy for once in my life." you heard him chuckle softly as he looked down on the floor before looking up at you. "please leave." you murmured softly as you grabbed a piece of paper near you and started writing something on it for your assignment. "this is a public place, you know? but it looks like youve made it your own." you glanced up from the paper to him, noticing that he was looking around the rooftop and looking at the decorations you put up such as fairy lights and lanterns.

“who are you?” another question pops out of your mouth. “you have way too many questions now dont you? alright im jung jaehyun, 23 years old.” the man now you know as jaehyun grins widely as he put his hand out to offer a handshake. “olivier rings.” you simply replied, not even bothering to shake his hand. jaehyun clicks his tongue and puts his hand back down to his lap. “nice name. so, why are you here at this ho-“

you immediately cut him off. “why dont you tell me why are you here? i am aware this is a public space but no one has ever came here till you showed up and i am very uncomfortable with talking to strangers. please leave.” you watched as his face grow dark and emotionless. you clearly made him upset, but he was quick to force a soft smile. “im staying here. you seem like someone i can vibe with.” jaehyun shrugged and lifted his head up to look at the sky through the plastic dome. you laughed softly. “you sure you can vibe with someone like me?” you whispered under your breathe and you lay down on the wooden bench once again, looking up at the sky just like how jaehyun was.

the both of you were silent for at least 20 minutes, not interacting, just admiring the sky with full focus. “i think i should get going. i have a lecture tomorrow.” you sat up straight and yawned, waiting for jaehyun to respond. jaehyun tilted his head back down to face you and nodded in approval.

you stood up from the wooden bench and began packing up, picking up every piece of paper on the bench and placing them in your tote bag. you felt jaehyun’s presence beside you as he assisted you in gathering up your papers and handing them to you. you let out a soft ‘thank you’ before carrying your tote bag over your shoulder and holding the laptop in your arms. “i have the keys to lock the rooftop but i certain someone apparently got through it.” you rolled your eyes as you walked over to the exit of the rooftop that leads to a flight of stairs. you heard jaehyun chuckled as he followed behind you. “ill come by to fix the lock tomorrow, dont worry.”

jaehyun was quick to open the door before you do and turn to you to give you one last smile before going down the stairs and disappearing into the darkness. you stood at the exit for awhile, thinkig over what you have just encountered with a stranger named jaehyun. you sighed, hoping to not see him again as you turned off the switches to the fairy lights at the bottom right of the exit door and left.

the next day, you had just got home from your morning lecture. luckily for you, the major you took only had a fews days of the week when you had to attend for lectures. other than that, you would just complete your assigned work at home, giving you the opportunity to work in your comfort space aka the rooftop.

it was a nice day today since that after the lecture, you did not have much work to do and decided to take the day off. you went to the donut shop nearby your apartment to get your favourite donut, one that you would buy at least once every two weeks when you are free. today is your lucky day.

you head straight to the rooftop with your donut in hand. you figured that you didnt have to vsit your apartment since you have everything you need up at the rooftop. you have a place where you can lay down comfortably, you have all your necessities im your bag such as a portable, your laptop and the whole rooftop just felt like your second home. you opened the door, knowing that there was no lock anymore due to the man named jaehyun who broke it and entered the rooftop.

you released a deep long sigh of relief as you bask in the light coming from the sun, closing your eyes for a moment as your head tilts up to the sky. you stayed there for a moment before walking towards the large wooden plank that you call your bench and bed area and instantly lay down on it. well, it had a thin white mattress over it, with a huge furry yellow pillow. while decorating the rooftop, you really wanted to make it as comfortable as possible, and for the purpose of in case you sleep through the night on top there, which you have done several times.

you placed your bag beside the so called bed and looked at your phone. it was evening at this point and the sunset was just about to come. you sat up straight and took a bite of your donut before reaching to the small area that is between the bench and the edge of the rooftop to take out your portable speaker. you kept it hidden in case anyone comes into the rooftop but you have it charge in your apartment once in awhile. you connected your phone to the speaker with bluetooth and blasted music from your ‘chill playlist’ on spotify. the first song playing was by pink sweats. you hummed the lyrics and bobbed your head as you took another bite of the donut in one hand and look through your social media with your phone on the other. you instantly look up from your phone from you heard the door open.

you see a tall man. this time you were fully able to know who he was in broad daylight. “jung jaehyun.” you looked down beside him to see him carrying what looked like bubble tea, for two? “i knew you’d be here.” you licked your dry lips as you folded your arms and watch him walk over to the bench, placing the drinks on your foldable dining table beside it and took a seat next to you. you moved to the side a little to make a small gap between you two, still unsure if you could event trust him just yet. “how’d you know i would be here?” you asked him as you folded your legs.

“judging from the rooftop thing you have going on, it looked like you come here often. most people like to come up to rooftops to look at the scenery. sunsets, night skies and such.” jaehyun shrugged calmingly, extending his arm over you, to which you backed your body away a little, noticing that he was reaching for the bubble tea. he grabbed it and took a sip. “so i made an intelligent guess that you would be here to watch that.” you heard jaehyun chewing on the drink’s pearls in his mouth as he pointed his drink.

you looked towards the direction he was pointing at the see a beautiful sunset arising. you gaped your mouth in awe, the song in the background making the whole atmosphere more fitting. you softly smiled and chuckled, grabbing the other bobble tea on the table and poking a straw into it before taking a sip. “im guessing this is for me?” jaehyun turns to you when he heard the noise of the straw poking through. he nodded his head as he swallowed the last pearl that was in his mouth. “for breaking your lock.” you hummed as you watched the sunset.

“it looks so beautiful.” you whispered, just loud enough for jaehyun to hear. you heard jaehyun sigh in satisfaction. “definitely.” you and jaehyun took a sip of your bubble tea drinks.

“get me brown sugar milk tea next time.” you told jaehyun. your turned towards him when you heard him scoff with a smile. “what?” you asked in annoyance. “you want me to come back here again? says the one that told me to leave yesterday.” jaehyun rolled his eyes. you let out a ‘tsk’ in response. “well of course i told you to leave. i didn’t know you at all yesterday.” you argued back.

the sun has now set completely and the sky became dark. “so you assume you know me now?” jaehyun raised an eyebrow with a smirk appearing on his lips. “that’s wasnt what i meant- jeez you’re so hard to talk to.” you huffed and ran your hand through your hair as you admitted defeat, too tired to even argue with a man you just met.

“mind if i stay here till midnight or something? i have no other plans tonight, i have to fix that lock of yours, and this place really is a nice spot to look at the stars.” you stared at him as you hard what he said. does he like to look at the stars like you do? maybe he wouldn’t be so hard to vibe with after all.

that night, you and jaehyun talked for hours while looking at the night sky. you found that that he recently moved into the apartment next to yours and he was working a bookstore nearby. the habit that you and jaehyun share of looking at the sky was what started your whole friendship. little by little, the two of your grew closer and closer together. you two carried on with your separate lives of course, but you and him will always spend time together, even if it meant one minute, to meet at your rooftop and admire the scenery of your town, counting every star you see in the sky together, and even looking down, observing the people that walked by, making intelligent guesses on what they work as based on what they were wearing or how their lives looked liked.

by 6 months of being friends with jaehyun, the friendship became more intense, in the physical way. one day, jaehyun caught you crying as he entered the rooftop. you later told him that Alex got into an accident and was badly injured. jaehyun hugged you close to him to comfort you. of course, that is what anyone would have done if they seen you crying, screaming, and balling your eyes out. but with jaehyun, you felt safe and secured in his hug. just the way he hugged your body, gently brushing his hand through your hair as he talked about the stars and came up with goofy stories as to how each star came to be. you laughed with the way he comfort you as he looked down to stare at your eyes, fully immersed into you.

“if you need me, ill be here. ill be like the rooftop, your very own comfort space.” a single tear rolled down your cheek as your bit your lip, fully aware that your eyes are red and sore from crying too much. jaehyun brings his thumb up to get rid of the tear before pulling you in once more, your face landing on his shoulder as you were finally able to calm your body and let it rest against his, melting away at his warm touch.

“jaehyun?” you looked at jaehyun, who you have been cuddling with since 8pm. “what is it, oli?” jaehyun asked back, patting your head as his grip around your waist got tighter to bring your closer to him. “i dont see any stars out tonight. why did you keep talking about them?” you questioned jaehyun. the whole time you were together with him today, he talked as if there were millions of stars in the sky, but every time you look up, you dont see a single one. you just saw a blank black sky.

jaehyun chuckled as the brushed a few strands of hair behind your back. “ever since i met you, no matter what the sky looked like every night, i still see stars. not the ones in the sky, but the ones in your eyes.” jaehyun sighed as he brought his hand to cup your cheek. you stared at him, your eyes froze as you made eye contact with him, not fully aware of what he was talking about. “im aware there isnt a single star out tonight, but its alright. you’re my universe, so shine bright for me.” you blinked at him. he has always said flowery words to you for fun, but the look in his eyes felt like he meant those words seriously. you hummed, out of not exactly knowing what to reply. “you’ll find out what i mean.” was all jaehyun said as he suddenly noticed you falling asleep in his arms.

the next day, you woke up, you winced at the sun shining brightly as it blinded your eyes. you rubbed your eyes before sitting up straight. you realised jaehyun was gone. that’s weird to be frank, normally if you fell asleep, he would be there for you the moment you wake up. whether he was cuddling you close, or brought out to buy you breakfast. you shrugged and moved on with your day, thinking that he would be back by tonight.

wrong, he didn’t show up. every night, you waited and waited mindlessly, thinking that he would pop up at the door of the rooftop. you didn’t know where he went or what he was doing during the time he was gone and it made you worried sick. it felt as though he left you for no reason. your comfort space left, and you didn’t know what to do without it. the rooftop doesn’t feel the same without the presence of jaehyun. as time went on, you still carried on with your routine of sitting by the rooftop, but you felt an aching in your heart every time you step into it. “this used to be my comfort space, along with you. so why did you have to go?” you questioned yourself, one year after his disappearance.

one day, you were hugging your knees close to your chest as you cradled yourself slowly, while looking up at the stars. “its alright. you’re my universe, so shine bright for me.” the last important words that jaehyun said kept replaying in your head, still wondering what he meant by that. you took a quick look around your rooftop. “fuck.” you whispered as you broke down in tears, noticing how much you miss jaehyun. the feelings of your love for him only grew as time went on and you couldn’t hold it in no more. you needed him here, right now.

“oli.” you heard your name being called at the entrance of the rooftop. you immediately jolted your head towards the door. you see someone standing there, and you know exactly who it was. “jaehyun..” you whispered as you watched jaehyun emerge from the shadows, revealing himself after being missing for over a year. you broke down even more, letting your eyes run dry as you cried out loudly, screaming jaehyun name. jaehyun instantly ran towards you and hugged you, a feeling that you longed for too long. “sh sh oli. its okay, im finally back.” jaehyun lightly kisses your ear as he ducks his head into your neck. you cried into his chest as his shirts started to soak in your tears.

“where.. where did you go? i fucking missed you.” you murmured as you looked up at jaehyun, who’s eyes immediately softened as he looked at your crying face. he wipes the excess tears on your cheeks dry with the end of his sweater and sighed. “i had to move out of the country to visit my sick mother. since she was feeling better after a year, i headed back here.” you felt his hand on your head as soothing his hand over your hair like the good old days. you really missed him. his presence, his touch. everything. “you didn’t tell me you were leaving.”

you looked down as you played with his sweater, fiddling your fingers with it. however, jaehyun brings his hand to connect with your interlocking the fingers of both of your hands with his. he brought your interlocking hands up in front of you. “princess, i hinted at you, didnt i?” you blinked at him as you tilted his head, the last words that he gave before he went away popped in your head. “what do you mean by shine bright for you?” you asked jaehyun as you frowned. jaehyun dropped his hands, along with yours to your lap, his face moving closer in your lips were just inches apart.

“it meant that no matter where you are, if i look at the most brightest star in the sky, ill be reminded of you. it also meant that you should have faith that ill come back to you, since you’re my universe, and my only brightest star.” with that jaehyun pulled you in by your waist, brushing his lips against yours before bringing you into a soft and gentle kiss. you kissed him back as you melted into him, fully letting him deepen the kiss. you closed your eyes in satisfaction as you smiled into the kiss. you leaned in closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you pulled away for a moment as you stared at his face. “then shine bright for me as well, jung jaehyun.”

“as i will.” you pulled him in for another kiss. who knew that a love like this can be made from meeting at a rooftop?

#nct x reader #nct jaehyun #nct jaehyum x reader #jung jaehyun #nct 127 #nct 2020 #jaehyun x reader #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #jung jaehyun x reader #jaehyun #jeong yunho #nct #nct icons

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tofallinlovefromtheoutside · 3 years

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I watched the ‘Build’ Louis Tomlinson interview for the first time today and now I need to get all my feelings out...

I’ve seen him talk in a few interviews now about finding ‘his sound’ and I agree that his Walls album definitely suits him more as an artist. BUT, I really hate when they try to push him to say he regrets the first few songs he put out. Yes, they are definitely made for radio and a very different sound but they’re still really important to some fans...

In 2016 I was studying abroad in France in a tiny studio flat on my own. I had come off my antidepressants (cold turkey) as I didn’t want to worry about getting more in another country. My mental health hit rock bottom, I was self harming multiple times a day and I came to the decision I didn’t want to be here anymore. The realisation that I couldn’t go on anymore hit hard and I sat trying to process it and decide what I would do next. My laptop was playing a random Spotify playlist and ‘Just Hold On’ came on. After the first verse I started to really listen to the lyrics and I felt like it was written just for me, for this exact moment. I literally just sat sobbing to it and as soon as it ended I put it on repeat and didn’t turn it off until I felt in a safe place. Even now in 2020, when I feel like I can’t do it anymore I put it on repeat and just cry it out until I feel stronger. I haven’t found another song that makes me feel as safe as ‘Just Hold On’ and I know it’s a song I’ll forever cherish. I’ll openly admit, I wasn’t a Directioner and I hadn’t heard anything other than the radio hits. If ‘Just Hold On’ hadn’t been made for radio and included on that playlist I probably wouldn’t have heard it. Louis was the first member I listened to and now I’m a huge fan of all the 1D boys, both as a band and their solo careers.

So I guess what I’m trying to say in a long winded way...is I never want him to regret putting those tracks out because I doubt I’m the only person still here today thanks to them. And I’d love interviewers to stop trying to invalidate them just because they’re a different sound, they mean a hell of a lot to some people. 💙

#louis tomlinson #LT #just hold on #steve aoki #one direction #1d #songs that saved my life #personal story #mental health #depression #anxiety #tw sui mention #tw self harm #confessions

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faedawayyy · 3 years

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yasmine - japan interview.

WHO ARE YOU?

what’s your star sign? “i’m a sagittarius.”

what’s your favourite holiday? “christmas, no competition.”

what colour are your eyes? “brown, i’ve learnt to love it.”

if i went on to your spotify right now, your most played song would be what? “levitating by dua lipa! obsessed. oh! or streets by mila.”

do you read much? “as much as i can. i just finished reading the hate u give and it’s amazing.”

where did you grow up? “leimert park, los angeles. it’s not all just beverly hills.”

when it comes to siblings; are you oldest, middle, youngest or only child? “i’m an only child.”

what were you like in high school? “exactly as i am now. quiet. i’m so boring.”

if you could be any magical creature, what would you be? “who wouldn’t want to be a genie? like, c’mon.”

where is your happy place? “new york city with my best friends. liberty academy has to be one of my favourite places on earth and the place i feel most included.”

can you tell us about a hobby you have that has NOTHING to do with your career? “i enjoy painting.”

CAREER STUFF

which academy do you attend? “liberty, it doesn’t feel real.”

do you have a routine that gets you in the right frame of mind for work? “i’m visual. i like to make moodboards of what i want my songs or project to represent and it usually helps me keep the vibe going in the right direction.”

can you give us some insight into your next big project? “...i mean, i’ve been releasing songs from my next album and i have a single out this weekend!”

if you weren’t at a talent academy, what occupation would you be working towards? “still wanting to be a musician but, i think i’d be working a dead end job that makes it hard to go anywhere. if i didn’t get into liberty, i would’ve had no confidence to get into the industry.”

are you a ‘work hard, play hard’ or a ‘work hard, sleep hard’ type? “work hard, sleep hard...unless the girls drag me out.”

what’s your proudest moment in your career so far? “performing come and get it for the first time!”

do you remember where you were when you realised you were accepted into your academy? “at home, on my bed, with my laptop...i cried and screamed and then cried again.”

did you get rejected from any academies? do you care anymore? “i didn’t!”

what is your DREAM achievement? “a grammy, is that cliche?”

finish the sentence: “when it comes to my career, my goal is to make sure that…” “i always make music that means something to me.”

SPILL THE TEA

are you single or taken? “single.”

what’s your snapchat score? “i don’t use snapchat anymore, but it’s been at like 7,000 and something for years.”

read us your last received text… “i didn’t know that, from jay, super exciting.”

would you ever date a fan? “i’d be open to it if it felt right, why not?”

how could somebody go about getting your attention? “probably heavily flirting, not because i like it but because i’m the most passive person ever. i’ll never make any moves until i’m totally sure.”

have you ever stalked an exes socials? “guilty.”

have you ever stalked an exes new partners socials? “no!”

which song best describes your last crush or relationship? “tell me why by my bestie!”

have you ever used tinder? “once and it felt very desperate...”

who on tour would you most like to see naked? “gross! no!”

who’s the most annoying person on tour? “one of the liberty boys - ethan, jay, avery...there must be something in the water.”

which person on tour would you NOT let your hypothetical son or daughter date? “nicolai.”

what’s the grossest thing you’ve ever done? “when i was younger i used to pick up anything i dropped on the floor and ate it. my mum used to go mad.”

have you ever peed in the shower? “i actually haven’t - not just saying that to be cute!”

who is one person on tour that you trust more than anything? “lottie, salem and olivia - i gave you three!”

BRING ON THE FUN

what kind of drunk are you? “emotional...i don’t want to talk about it.”

if you could spend a day inside one move, which would it be and why? “harry potter is so obvious and boring, but i lowkey want to go to hogwarts. maybe inside out? just to see which emotion i’d end up as...”

if you could have any piece of music play whenever you entered a room, what would it be? “that’s so fun, maybe the kim possible theme tune.”

everybody has ONE word tattooed on their head that most describes who they are, what does yours say? “anxiety...love that for me.”

if i came round your house for a dinner date, what would you cook me? “anything you want because cooking is actually my forte. i love enchiladas.”

do you have any guilty pleasures or weaknesses? “my guilty pleasure is probably like tiktok drama and youtube drama. i’m fully aware most of the people on it are between the ages of 16 and 18, but their lives are so manic! i can’t not read about it.”

say a word that you HATE the sound of… “doggo. especially coming out of the mouth of anyone over 12.”

what is one country you have no desire to visit that other people do? “probably something european. france has never been a big deal to me, or like, iceland.”

if you could rename yourself, what would your name now be? “i love the name scarlett.”

if these were your famous last words, what would you say? “well...i guess i’m out.”

#yasmines interview

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nostalgiaispeace · 3 years

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1948.

What have you been up to today? Anything interesting? just thanksgiving What was the last thing you ate? slice of cheese Do you know how to knit? Who taught you? no What state or territory were you born in? virginia Are you the type of person to dwell on the past? yeah

Are there many traffic incidents in your area? sure What’s your favourite genre of music? rock Have you ever been for a ride in the back of a truck? no Are you currently downloading anything? no Have you seen any good movies lately? Tell me about them. sure. i watched Brave and Elf Does your father have any facial hair? yeah What’s your favourite thing to eat for breakfast? yogurt Did your grandparents teach you anything? sure

Do you want/have a Bachelor’s degree? no Have you ever written a song for or about somebody? yes What are the longest and shortest romantic relationships you’ve been in? longest was with my husband. shortest was with my ex Would you go on one of those galactic space flights if you had the chance? no Do you like your license photo? no Are you into superheroes? Who’s your favourite? sure. thor

Spotify, Pandora or something else entirely? neither What colours do you wear the most? black What was the last alcoholic beverage you had? idk How many televisions do you have in your house? How big is the biggest? 2. idk Have you ever been to Arizona? Did you like it? no Do you have any exercise equipment in your home? no Are you a gossip-loving sort of person? depends

What brand of laptop or computer do you own or use most often? lenovo What did you have for dinner last night? penn station How old were you when you learned to tie your own shoelaces? 5 i think Have you ever felt like you were making a mistake when dating someone? no ^ Did you continue the relationship or end it when you realised? - When was the last time it rained where you live? yesterday Have you ever bought one of those ‘As Seen on TV’ products? no What brand are the shoes you last wore? toms Do you think you look similar to your siblings? sure Have you started watching any new TV shows recently? yeah When was the last time you sat in the back seat of a car? idk Are you good at answering random general knowledge trivia questions? no Have you ever been obsessive over calories, exercise etc? yes What is your favourite shape of pasta? Fettuccine. Do you live to eat, or eat to live? eat to live Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? yes and yes Are you going to work or school tomorrow? no When did you wake up today? 9 What is the time right now? 10:21pm

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theclaravoyant · 4 years

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i’ll give it to someone special [david x patrick]

AN ~ a belated prompt fill @just-a-funny-little-brain and @schittposting, ft. shameless fluff, mutual pining, Mariah Carey, and a slightly warped UA timeline for S3 because i do what i want. enjoy!!

"You made me a Christmas playlist but it’s just Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you”. I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke." and "I was putting up Christmas lights, and I literally fell into your arms" from this OTP Advent prompt list

Read on AO3 (~2300 words). David x Patrick, David & Stevie

i’ll give it to someone special

When decorating, it was no secret that David Rose was an advocate of “if you want something done right, do it yourself.” This went double for the holiday season; with bright, clashing colour schemes in abundance, there was too much potential for a garish, tasteless disaster for him to allow an amateur to take over. He had a business and a reputation to maintain after all – plus, it was either this or the end-of-year budget review, so really, the jobs divided themselves.

At least, they did until the bell rung.

“Patrick!” David called, so that he wouldn’t have to be deterred from his process, not to mention make the inelegant descent from the stepladder in front of a member of the public. “Pat– oh, it’s just you.”

Stevie fixed him with a sardonic glare.

“And a happy Hanukkah to you too.”

David rolled his eyes, and made a point of turning his back to Stevie and continuing to thread out the fairy lights as she made her way further into the store. But he couldn’t quite turn all his attention back to the task at hand – especially not once she passed the counter behind him, and made a curious humming sound.

“What’s this?” she wondered, and David pretended he couldn’t hear the scandalous intrigue in her tone.

“Patrick and I exchanged some small gifts,” he explained matter-of-factly, “to celebrate our first holiday season together – as the store.”

“Uh huh.” Stevie was audibly unconvinced.

“Excuse you, Christmas is a busy time for retail,” David scolded, whipping around and rocking the step-ladder – damn, he’d forgotten it was missing a foot. But he pinched a nearby shelf, righted himself, cleared his throat and did his best to continue as if his blunder had never happened. “It’s important to keep up morale.”

Somehow, Stevie kept a straight face. “Morale.”

“Yes.”

“So, Patrick made you a mix tape… for morale?”

“… Yes.”

“Great! Let’s listen to it then, shall we? For your morale.”

Stevie’s eyes were fixed on David’s as she pulled the CD slowly from its case and slipped it into the side of David’s computer. David knew she was challenging him, but what could he do, object? She already knew he doth protest too much when it came to Patrick, but if he had any chance of coming out of this relationship – by which of course he meant this business relationship - without a broken heart, he couldn’t afford to stoke the fire. And apparently, there was no way he could so much as flinch on this infernal step ladder without shaking the whole damned thing and giving himself away, so though his heart clenched with a dizzyingly cruel hope that the mix tape might open with some kind of confession, he stood stock-still. Waited. Until those precious, familiar xylophone tones began to chime.

“I-I-I-I… don’t want a lot for Christmas…”

His heart almost buckled with relief. Stevie smiled slightly.

“The man’s got taste,” she praised. More sarcasm? David wasn’t sure.

“He’s learning,” he replied, and turned his back to her again to continue with the work she had so rudely interrupted. If he had to press his lips tight to keep from smiling, so be it.

“Patrick!” David called from the front room. “Pat-“

He cut himself off, falling to a mumble that was too muffled by the distance and the walls between them to make out. Whatever he had said was met with a flat, but equally muffled reply from what Patrick had long since learned was Stevie’s voice. Part of him wanted to pop out and say hi, but their Q4 turnover was hard to keep up with… and then, any hopes of getting up the courage to leave the back room fizzled when the first notes of All I Want for Christmas started playing.

Patrick took a deep breath, and tried not to think about David. Tried not to think about his hearteningly curious reception of the CD, or the way he had spent most of the morning checking that every Santa hat in the store was quirkily off-kilter by just the right amount, or how much Patrick longed to watch his shy and uptight business partner let loose and belt out some Mariah already.

No, he wasn’t thinking about that. They might not even be listening to his CD. Maybe they had just pulled up the song on Youtube or Spotify or something; surely, it was a Rose family staple after all.

Patrick, well, Patrick was just inputting the numbers. Into the spreadsheet. Putting that number… into that box… or- wait – was it that number? Was it that box? The data seemed to swim before his eyes as his heart began to race. The first rendition was ending and… yes, there it was, beginning again.

He got out of the chair and began to pace. His mind turned irretrievably to David. To the moment he had first realised he might have begun to like David. To the early mornings in his car letting the freezing air in to try and shock his system into figuring this damn thing out. To the hot flushes he got when he thought about wanting to kiss those pouting lips, or linger in a hug, or pull one of those damned sweaters over David’s head and lift up his shirt and –

And, well, he had to start somewhere, and for some ungodly reason the Spirit of Christmas had inspired him to pick here. With a plan that now that he thought about it, couldn’t have been any more impossibly vague if he’d tried. He could hear David and Stevie talking now under the music. Were they figuring it out? Were they wondering if it was a glitch? A mistake? At first, he’d thought being able to play this thing off as a joke would have been an advantage. Now, the thought that David might not understand – that he might have another… however long, to wait, before he got up the courage to reveal himself again in a more obvious way – if he were being honest, it was kind of killing him.

“Maybe I should just tell him,” he whispered to himself.

It didn’t sound that ridiculous out loud.

“Okay,” Stevie announced, when the song began for the third time. “I love ya, Mariah, but three times is too many.”

“My store, my rules,” David corrected.

“My finger on the play button,” Stevie pointed out, and pulled up a new playlist in the online search bar. The synthesiser intro of Wham’s 1984 pop classic Last Christmas started up and she smiled as David groaned out loud.

Then she peered at the track list of Patrick’s alleged ‘mix’ CD, scrolling all the way down, and noticed – “Hey, I think this whole thing is Mariah Carey.”

“Of course it is. Because she’s amazing, and Patrick is very attentive.”

“No, I mean, every single song on here is All I Want for Christmas. There’s like… fifteen of them. Look.”

She picked up the laptop and carried it over to David, frowning. David glanced over her shoulder toward the back room. Could Patrick hear them? Did he know? Had he done this on purpose?

“Maybe it’s like, a mistake. The CD’s glitching or something,” Stevie suggested. “How up to date is your software?”

“Maybe he’s… making fun of me.” Something felt hollow in his chest at the thought.

“That doesn’t sound very Patrick-y,” Stevie pointed out. “Maybe… he likes you.”

“Oh, pfft.”

“I mean, come on, a mix tape?”

“Um, I don’t think so. We’ve been over this, remember? He’s a baseball-playing, denim-wearing, straight, guy, okay, and I’ve developed enough crushes on straight guys to know how this works.”

“Did… any of those straight guys give you a mix tape full of Mariah Carey singing about how much she wants you?”

He couldn’t even will up a scoff to retort to that, and Stevie raised a confident eyebrow.

“’cause, I mean,” she continued, “most of the uh, ‘baseball playing denim wearing straight’ guys I know don’t like Mariah Carey. Or at least, they wouldn’t be caught dead admitting to another human being that they know who she is.”

“That’s not-“ David blundered, “Music doesn’t- Patrick doesn’t-“

But he couldn’t get out of his head, how deliberate Patrick was. The man thought about everything, and when he wanted something, he went for it. Researched intensively, but went for it. David admired that about his business acumen, as well as for general personality-having purposes – it was one of the reasons they balanced each other out so well – but more than anything, that told him it wasn’t a mistake. Patrick liked music, and he liked genuine connection. He would have sat there all night if that’s what it took to put together a CD, Christmas-themed or otherwise. And if the CD was glitching, the track list wouldn’t show every song the same. And if it was a joke, Patrick probably would have got David to play it in front of him, maybe tried to make him sing along.

And if none of this meant anything, Patrick wouldn’t be standing in the doorway on his way from the storeroom, trying to look determined and yet shaking like a leaf.

“Da- David,” he managed at last. “Can I talk to you?”

“That’s my cue,” Stevie murmured, and pulled back to escape the conversation. In her haste, she caught herself in the string of lights that was currently knotted between David’s fingers, and pulled. He yelped and pivoted to try and keep up and she panicked as the step ladder began to fall under the rapid change of weight. All of a sudden it was too late to untangle and there was no way of helping David without sacrificing the laptop, not that she could think of fast enough anyway, so Stevie cowered out of the way and clenched her eyes shut and hoped it wouldn’t end in disaster.

It didn’t. At least, the crashing sound wasn’t quite as horrendous as she’d thought and wasn’t followed by the string of cursing she expected from the upturned David Rose. She cracked an eye open (maybe he was fine, but maybe he’d cracked his head on a display table, was she ready for that?) and found –

And found Patrick had rushed forward at the last minute, and David had all but face-planted straight into his arms. David’s feet were still not quite under him, and he gazed up at Patrick with big, wide eyes in bewildered, vulnerable admiration. Patrick, for his part, was looking down at David in a stunned sort of silence, with a blush so furious it was colouring his ears, and yet there was tenderness in his expression and his hand on David’s back was so gentle and soft, Stevie could hardly look. Did they even know she was still here?

“Uh… thuh… thanks,” David managed at last, once his tongue started working again. His heart hammered against Patrick’s chest, and Patrick’s was hammering back.

“No problem,” Patrick said, and there was more, so much more on the tip of his tongue. His lips struggled to form the words. I like you, I want to kiss you. I want you right now. It sounded so childish, so far short of capturing the overwhelming feelings that seized him. And maybe he would have gone another however long without saying anything at all, if it weren’t for the fact that David chose now of all moments to ask –

“Was there, um, something you wanted to tell me?”

He looked… hopeful? Patrick hardly dared hope back. But David was smiling. He knew.

And when Patrick took a chance and seized his jittering confidence with both hands and closed the distance between them, David kissed back with a yearning that had been screaming to break out of his chest since the moment they’d met. Patrick could hardly believe the energy of it. It felt… like fireworks. Like a moment suspended in time. Like everything he’d ever been told this moment was supposed to feel like.

Then David’s lips were suddenly falling away from his. He’d tried to move his arms, forgetting that his feet weren’t yet on solid ground, and now the string of curses fell from his lips as he tumbled to the ground, hit his elbow with a crack on the nearby table, and rolled onto his back.

“Mother…” he groaned.

And yet still, he was smiling.

Because Patrick had caught him. Patrick had kissed him.

Patrick.

David opened his eyes, and looked up at the poor man, who had blanched white as a sheet as his somehow-perfect moment had come crashing down around him.

“Um, so, I- I like you,” Patrick explained. “That’s what I wanted to say.”

“Yeah, no, I got that,” David agreed, reflecting on the breathlessness in his chest. He could do that again. A few dozen more times.

“Can I help you up?”

“Yeah. Yes. Let’s do that.”

David tried not to stare at Patrick’s shoulder as Patrick offered a hand, and lifted him to his feet. He didn’t try very hard, to be fair.

“Can I buy you dinner?” Patrick asked.

“I would like that.”

“Huh.” Patrick smiled. He was on a roll. The whole thing felt rather dizzying, but it was all so much easier than he’d expected. Although, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. Kiss David again? They were at work, and he hadn’t exactly recovered from the first time. But he couldn’t go back to the spreadsheets now. Sure, they were important, but they weren’t like this. He had way too much energy all of a sudden, and a craving to run up a mountain.

But a quiet clearing of a throat interrupted his grander plans. Both Patrick and David turned to the sound, to find Stevie standing gingerly amidst a tangle of fairy lights, which seemed to tie her every movement either to the stepladder, or to the two large bookshelves on either side of her.

“Uh, congratulations and all,” she said as meekly as possible, “but before you guys split, could you help me out?”

#david rose x patrick brewer #david x patrick #david & stevie #schitt's creek #schitt's creek fic #clara's fic tag #christmas #hanukkah

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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What have you been up to today? Anything interesting? I decided to be a 14 year old again and watched video clips of my OG, ride or die, absolute favorite OTP this morning and I fangirled like it was 2012 lol. I haven’t revisited that ship in around six or seven years so it was surreal to see their scenes all over again and I was beaming all morning hahaha. Other than that, I do have a meeting in an hour but I find that more blah than interesting... WHYYYYY I volunteered for a shitload of extracurricular positions before this quarantine started, I’ll never know. What was the last thing you ate? My sister had found this bread recipe on YouTube last night and I loooooved what she made, so I asked her to make it again this morning. Do you know how to knit? Who taught you? We were taught in Grade 6 by our home economics teacher, but 1) I wasn’t interested and 2) kinesthetic learning has never been my forte, so I wasn’t able to follow from as early as step 1. What state or territory were you born in? Continued the day after, lol oops. I was born in Manila. Are you the type of person to dwell on the past? Only in such a way that I prefer to hold grudges, so on that front I’m technically perpetually dwelling on the past. I can get over other stuff relatively easily.

Are there many traffic incidents in your area? There’s a usual bottleneck spot three minutes away that gets really bad in the evening when everyone is trying to get home, but the traffic becomes a lot more loose when you get to the part of the highway leading to my village. What's your favourite genre of music? I vibe with R&B and some indie rock the best. Have you ever been for a ride in the back of a truck? No, I think that’s mostly illegal here lol. People usually ride the back of pickup trucks when they’re inside gated areas, but it’s a different story once they get to the highway. Are you currently downloading anything? Nope. I haven’t (illegally) downloaded a book since March-ish, and a movie since...2016, maybe. Have you seen any good movies lately? Tell me about them. Nah I prefer shows these days. The last good one I watched was Descendants of the Sun; it really lives up to the hype and is genuinely one of the better Korean dramas out there. It centers on a special forces captain and doctor and how their lives and respective careers intertwine in a war-stricken country. Does your father have any facial hair? He grows it but he shaves it off regularly. What's your favourite thing to eat for breakfast? Ideally it would be Eggs Benedict, but realistically I really like scrambled eggs, bacon, and fried rice. Did your grandparents teach you anything? My maternal grandpa was one of the smartest people I knew and from the second I was born he loved giving me little facts about every topic that could possibly exist, but especially about history and how things work or are made. My maternal grandma is super traditional and taught me more maternal and old-school stuff like how to be more ladylike, the different benefits of vegetables (like how carrot and squash are good for your eyes haha), and random facts about Christianity – basically stuff you’d expect from an Asian grandma lol. Because I didn’t really grow up with my paternal grandparents and since they’re a lot more reserved to begin with, I haven’t gotten the chance to learn a lot from them.

Do you want/have a Bachelor's degree? I want one and I’m on my way to getting it, but because of Covid the road to graduating has been slower than normal. The college has already decided and we’re only going to have an online graduation which really bums me out, and that’s gonna happen by late July. Have you ever written a song for or about somebody? I’ve never written a song, period. What are the longest and shortest romantic relationships you've been in? I’ve only had two stints and they’ve been with the same person. The shorter one lasted eight months, while the longer and ongoing one has been going on for four years. Would you go on one of those galactic space flights if you had the chance? If it was free, for sure. Do you like your license photo? Yes hahaha. The license people had a laugh once my card got printed out because I had a wide-ass smile on my face (the photographer said it was fine to smile, and he didn’t tell me off when I smiled with my teeth), and apparently that’s not normal at all because people would always choose to look stoic in their licenses. The amusement on their faces was funny to me and we ended up laughing together sksksksk. Are you into superheroes? Who's your favourite? I am not. I watched the Wonder Woman movie two years ago and that was really nice, but I’m generally not into superheroes. Spotify, Pandora or something else entirely? Spotify. The only Pandora we have here is the jewelry shop. What colours do you wear the most? I’d say black or mustard yellow. What was the last alcoholic beverage you had? I had a bottle of peach soju last Friday. How many televisions do you have in your house? How big is the biggest? Four. I dunno the dimensions of the biggest one we have but it’s pretty...big lol Have you ever been to Arizona? Did you like it? I have not. I like Arizona tea though :))) Do you have any exercise equipment in your home? Yeah we have a couple of dumbbells and my mom has a rowing machine thing. Are you a gossip-loving sort of person? Yes. Not the best trait of mine I gotta say, but it is a guilty pleasure. What brand of laptop or computer do you own or use most often? Apple. What did you have for dinner last night? We had some sort of Korean beef with vegetables. How old were you when you learned to tie your own shoelaces? The thing is, this was one of our exams in kindergarten, so I had to learn it to ace that test even though I’ve always been bad when it comes to hands-on learning. My grandma painstakingly taught me when I was five and she had to start teaching me weeeeeeks before the exam to accommodate how slow I am when it comes to lessons like that haha. Have you ever felt like you were making a mistake when dating someone? Certainly felt that way in the latter part of my first relationship. ^ Did you continue the relationship or end it when you realised? I continued it only because I’ve just never been the dumper type when it comes to relationships. I waited several months for her to realize so that she can do the breaking-up, but yeah those were several wasted months for me. When was the last time it rained where you live? Yesterday it rained hard all afternoon. Have you ever bought one of those 'As Seen on TV' products? Nope, but I like watching the commercials heheh. What brand are the shoes you last wore? Onitsuka Tiger. Do you think you look similar to your siblings? I do. You know how Snapchat has a filter that’ll show how you’d hypothetically look if you were the opposite sex? I’ve tried that out and my face just turns into my brother’s lmao, we look that similar I guess. My sister and I also look alike but much less - there are only certain angles where we do. Have you started watching any new TV shows recently? Mmm not yet. I have so many Korean dramas up on my queue – Crash Landing On You, Fight For My Way, Who Are You: School 2015, Legend of the Blue Sea, Itaewon Class, and Fated to Love You – but I take forever to start on any new series so idrk when I’m gonna start on one of these. When was the last time you sat in the back seat of a car? Around two weeks ago when my parents brought me to a nearby hospital to have me checked for my week-long fever. Are you good at answering random general knowledge trivia questions? I’m better than the average person, I’ll give myself that. Have you ever been obsessive over calories, exercise etc? No. What is your favourite shape of pasta? Fettuccine. Do you live to eat, or eat to live? Liiiiiive to eat. Have you ever played Cards Against Humanity? Did you like it? Yes, but just briefly and sneakily in my old school because Catholic school wouldn’t have tolerated a game like that haha. I found it funny, but I wouldn’t play it all the time. Are you going to work or school tomorrow? Not these days, chief. When did you wake up today? I was awake by 8:30. What is the time right now? 11:58 AM.

#survey #surveys

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