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morgy-doo · 1 month

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school bus graveyard x Fem! Secret idol! reader

Who is Wonyoung (IVE): Wonyoung is the bubbly, outgoing and caring member of a popular K-pop group IVE.

character has similar traits to Wonyoung, non dimension AU, fluff, Tyler hernandez, Ashlyn banner, Taylor hernandez, Logan fields, Ben clark, Aiden clark.

TW: none

y/n quickly speed walked through the allyway, crossing the intersection, she had five minutes till vocal practice and she was already running late as it is as Aiden decided to pull some dumb stunt right before she left. she did want to be honest with them, but after recently transferring schools she didn't want the news to get out again, last time all it did was hinder her school life, but she couldn't be mad, she adores her fans and does her best to excuse their sometimes out of line behavior.

y/n breathes out in relief as she arrives to the recording studio. as she walks through the carpented halls she had a thought were the group on to her? it did seem kinda weird she had to keep cutting hang outs or leaving so abruptly. well, they probably didn't even know her group, the weren't as popular as other bands, if they did, they would of bought it up by now. also, if they did discover her group, its not like they would know its her from the glamour of the makeup and costume design. with that reassuring thought, she pushed open the doors to the main studio. nahh, they have no idea.

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"There is something going on with y/n" Ashlyn said, crouched in the bus seat, taking the entire seat to herself. Taylor turned and raised an eyebrow. "Do you think? i mean, i did think its kinda weird she always left really early when we hang out, but i just thought she had strict parents or something." Aiden laughed ."No, iv'e spoken to Marhshall and Christy, they are actually really laid back"

Tyler gave Aiden a confused look "When did you get the chance to meet her parents?" Aiden sat down next to Tyler, who immediatley shoved him off the seat onto the floor.

"Well i was bored so i was gonna ask y/n if she wanted to come and convince old people its 3000 and that the nursing home was a secret time machine" (Aiden would totally do that you cannot tell me otherwise.) "But she wasnt answering er texts so naturally i went to her house and climbed through the kitchen window."

Logan gave him a horrified look and looked back at Ashlyn. "We should give y/n her own privacy, if she wants to tell us where she is going then that is up to her, we should drop it for now, maybe."

Ashlyn nodded in response and kicked Aiden off the chair next to her that he was trying to sit on.

(stop aiden abuse)

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the group (minus y/n since she scurried off to another rehersal) were leaving school, it had been a long day full of work and Aiden, so everyone was tired and pissy. they were turning the corner when they heard the voice of Barron. Ashlyn grabbed the back of Taylor and Aiden's shirts so they wouldn't walk into their line of view and pulled them back behind the corner.

"Doesn't that new girl y/n look familiar, i just thought she was some washed up bitch who iv'e probably seen sleeping around, but then i noticed this." he pulls out his phone and shows one of his skanky friends a picture, it was of y/n in their most recent school photo, Ashlyn can barely discern the picture as it was from a distance but could still recognise the face.

Barron zoomed in on a mark on y/n's neck. Ashlyn had noticed the mark several times, but never chose to bring it up. Barron loaded up a new picture, this time it was a picture of someone in an over eccentri outit, their face covered in makeup and their hair done fancy, Barron zoomed in once again to reveal that this mystery girl had the same marking on her neck that y/n did.

"I think y/n is a member of the girl group ONCE" the group all turned to look at each other. Ashlyn pulled out her phone and researched the group, clicking on a video of a recent performance, Ben smiled and pointed to a girl near the left, now that they saw it close up, there was no mistaking it was their friend y/n. "I recognise this music, my dad always plays it in the car, says its cheery, doesn't stop me from wanting to jump out the window." Ashlyn says as she clicks off the video.

"But why wouldn't y/n tell us?" Taylor says looking around. Tyler just rolled his eyes. "Well i would be embarassed too if i had to wear ugly frilly dresses like that." Logan smiled weakly. "That's not the point-" Ashlyn cut Logan off, finishing his sentence for him, "She probably doesn't trust us enough, that's why, this is kinda a big secret idiot, so lets just pretend we haven't seen this and never bring it up to her"

Too late. Aiden had already sent y/n a picture of the video they had been watching with the text: "nice dress LOL"

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A few weeks later, things began to work out better for y/n, after seeing Aiden's text, she came clean and explained everything about her vocal practice, and that she did indeed trust them, she just didn't want the knowledge being leaked. the others all accepted her and her career. infact, her band and the group even all hang out together, but Aiden was more so interested in farting in the mic and hearing it reverberate through the sound system.

thanks for requesting, did the best i could with the knowledge of how wonyoung acts, i never heard of IVE before so

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blkkizzat · 8 months

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Gonna do the ask game🙏🏼✨

4, 11, 22, 42, 50?? :D

Yay ty <3

4. Which cryptyd being do you believe in?

I answered this one already! But I will give a bonus and say I believe in a lot of supernatural things because I have had quite a few supernatural experiences.

Here is one:

Growing up my best friend house was definitely haunted and I spent alot of time in the summers at her place. Her house was build by her family in early 1900s and used to be 2 stories and a basement but there was a fire so they took out the top floor in like 1930s. The only proof there had been a 2nd floor was the stairs that literally went up to nowhere in the entry closet they used as a pantry. If you were ever alone in the home it felt like someone else was with you in the room or behind you. If you slept in her sisters room (her sister ended up moving out to live with other family cause she fell into a deep depression from staying in that room) no matter what it would never get above 50 degrees in that room and at night you could hear someone walking up and down the stairs from her room only... not the basement stairs, the pantry stairs that led up to nowhere since her room was right below it. The biggest thing was is I saw a doppleganger of my friend's stepdad. We were waiting for him to come home so he could drive us to the mall (we were 15) and I went down into the basement (basement was remodeled so everyone's rooms were down there) to find my phone in my friends room. I saw him walk out in front of me from the laundry room. I didnt see his face since I was looking at my phone but I saw him from behind. I didn't greet him because by that point I was like an extra kid so it wasn't weird for me not saying anything to him every time I saw him. He took a left towards his room and I took a right to go upstairs at the end of the hall. I told my friend her dad was home and she was insistent he wasn't cause he would have had to come in from upstairs (the basement door was blocked off so you could only get in through the kitchen). We got super scared and thought there was a robber, locked the basement door and was getting ready to run to a friends house close by when her dad actually came back home wearing the same thing I saw him in. He got a baseball bat and checked the basement but no one was there. This was middle of the day btw, not dark, and the wasn't see-through or anything either. Legit looked like her dad from behind.

Legit have about a half dozen more stories of ghost shit that has happened to me lmfao.

11. Favorite extracurricular activity

I've taken about 4-5 years of pole dance classes but I am out of practice since covid and have only been back to the studio a few times since then. I really want to do it again but time is an issue and the classes are a bit expensive. I have a pole of my own at home but its kinda broken so I have to order more screws to fix it. Definitely would encourage everyone, regardless of gender to try it!

22. What type of person are you?

I did this one too already bb sorry! </3 But I will try to give some more info... hmmm...

I'm really the type of person that has always worried and stressed alot about "not having a life plan" but in my recent years I have learned to just go with the flow more and try to be more forgiving to enjoy the journey since its really more important than the destination. I have had some goals I have reached but hadn't felt satisfied cause I focused too much on the end goal and not the experience getting there. So been trying to give myself more grace!

42. An app you use besides this godforsaken site?

I use IG and discord alot! I have two IGs though a personal one and a hobby one where I show off my doll collection since I collect Ball Jointed Dolls. Most dolls are my personal OCs but I have some JJK themed dolls (Gojo, Inumaki, are completed, Sukuna is almost done and I have Toji and Geto in the works), as well as JJBA and Bleach. I don't mind if anyone is curious and wants to see that IG since it is public but I do post my face sometimes on my stories so probably msg if you want that @.

there is my inumaki doll being attacked by tentacles on that page lmfao

50. Can I tag you in random stuff?

Yass!! Tag away!!!

#kizzatanswers #kizzatmemes #kizzataboutme

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ubotherme · 6 months

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you won’t admit you cheated on me but you were trying to have sex with someone weeks after we got together (just because I only found out recently doesn’t take away the pain), you were telling a girl you loved her and begging for her to talk to you 2 months into our relationship, you told your mom our first thanksgiving as a couple you were “looking for the right girl”, I saw you you were paying for a girls only fans in the beginning of our relationship, you’ve mad so many flirtatious and weird comments about my friends (telling ur boy my fiend has a fat ass, saying we should have a threesome with my ex best friend because I told you she’s a stripper, deleting your convo with J while she hit you up and I’ll never know what your response was bc you deleted it instead of showing me, you’ve flirted with girls behind my back, took Violet to the studio alone and neglected to let me know she’s a stripper and then I found messages of y’all flirting, the convo with Veronica I found while I was in rehab, regardless how you meant it telling another girl you’ll have a sleepover with them is absolutely crossing the line and flirting, you’ve flirted with the other Jamie sending each other hearts and shit! Me recently finding that you like pictures of hoes and send yourself (and brother) accounts and pictures of girls naked. The conversation I saw from November 9th of last year. I can name more but the point is you’ve done all this, and I’ve let it go. But the recent stuff you belittle and try and act like that wasn’t cheating when it absolutely was, you were trying to have sex with someone WEEKS into our relationship. I know so cheated ONCE, but it’s because I was a drug addict who was desperate and its something I’ll regret and feel disgusting for th term of my life. I’m upset you followed a girl who said she could fuck you anytime she wanted knowing we were together, the same girl who’s done nothing but talk shit and make up rumors about me, and then following Violet and commenting and liking her pictures. You knew the common bothered me yet it’s still there, and of course the dumb bitch liked it because she loves the attention and she loves that I’m bothered by her. Probably makes her feel so fucking good, and I have no question in my mind that you guys had a conversation about it. I know I messed up but getting a Xanax but I didn’t cheat. I’ve never cheated on you with exception of that one guy. You can be upset about the guys that follow me or that I follow, but I’ve never had sex with any single one of them, or flirted. The girls you choose to follow after we break up or either your exes, you’ve slept with them, flirted with them or they’ve disrespected me. And you still fucking follow them, you know how upset and how wrong it is, but you still do it. Whatever about following childhood friends or girls that you’re friends with that you’ve never had sex with waterfall the girls that you disrespected our relationship with, or girls who have flat out disrespected me is not right. I can’t believe that I had to look the other day and your comment under her picture was still there, and the snobby bitch liked both of our comments. She probably loves that I’m so bothered by her. And I have no doubt in my mind that you guys talked about it and I can only imagine what you said to her. I let you do your thing, trusted you enough to go to studio alone with bitches, but you never told me she was a stripper, you never told me she invited you went to the strip club, and that you flirted with her. Follow whatever girls you want to follow the girls that have disrespected me, or you disrespected me with, it’s wrong and mean. It’s not fair. I follow 300 people and 10% of those are guys. Guys that I went to school with, or are family friends. I don’t know why you have it in your mind that I’m some slut that just goes around fucking everyone at flirting with everyone and has someone else in my bed every night. I’m home, working on myself for my future to get everything that I deserve. I could care less about guys. 8 months sober & a job intervie

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araminakilla · 2 years

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Day 1: TOMORROW! 🤩 Also random facts + surprise 🎁

I don't know what time is in your country but here is still August 25th. And since TOMORROW (yeah, still can't believe it) is the release of the third movie in its original country, and there were a LOT of interviews throw at us, here are some random facts that I remember. Stay tune for a surprise:

- According to one interview, Ramona ruled for a couple of hours (other said that three days) before she was tragically murdered by someone. Hermes? Those that mean she didn't make it?

- Gato said about Mummy regarding the new technologies that he is "like a child who just discovered the internet and stuff", so he goes all crazy over them to the point of being annoying, like if you were his parental figure. At least the phone dissappears in Paris' sewers.

- The references for this movie were Pixar classics like Toy Story, movies of adventures from the 80's and even recent ones like the 2017 Mummy movie that the director said it's a pity it was not as sucessful as it deserves and that he it is a shame this cancelled the monster franchise for Universal Studios. Another great reference for this movie are the Mummy movies starring Brendan Fraser.

- There has been many reviews in different languages (spanish, french and even german) that start with the phrase "Tad discovers an egyptian sarcophagus in ancient INCAN pyramid in MEXICO"

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...Why? Why there are more than eight reviews who said the same thing? People... Incans were south american, not mexican! *screams in peruvian* THE DISRESPECT! We are in 2022! Okay...

- Moving on, Gato said that if the third movie is sucessful, the franchise could still continue to grow, there are ideas about a fourth one, a spin off and he even mentioned prequels. I wonder if we are going to see more lore of Sara or Mummy, since those are the ideal candidates to make more content.

- Speaking of Gato, there has been an important interview with him and he revealed some facts:

What he wants the most to be acomplished in this movie is that people fall in love with Ramona and Mummy, especially Ramona since she is a new and amazing character.

He also mentioned that it was his two main writers' idea to name the pharaoh "Ramona" as a play of words of complicated egyptian names that carry pauses and are asociated with egyptian gods, so that's how Ramona Ra-Amon-Ah's name was born.

People said to him many times that Tad is an alter ego of him and he said that it was partially true in the aspect of being determinate and do better, but also he relates to Mummy since he is used to be the "adorable idiot" in his youth and also because it's the kind of personality to be the most fun and enjoyable to write. So to resume, he is both Tad and Mummy.

He said that the movie is still familiar (not only for kids) while having more of an adult tone and he is satisfied with the job the writers have done.

- There was another interview starring Sara's, Victoria's and Ryan's voice actors. I will remember most of what they said since it's an interview of three minutes and I have work/things to do. So:

They consider that the story not having villains is a great idea and message since in real life there are no good or bad people, just people whose actions have sometimes bad consequences.

Sara and Victoria were very close in their younger years until both had different views about life and work so they separated and this doesn't mean that Victoria is in the wrong because, sometimes best friends part ways, many times for seeing things differently. It happens.

Ryan's voice actor, José Corbacho, said that this movie is about recognizing what is really important and that is not taking the people close to you for granted, you could be ignoring their potential and worth.

He mentined that in the movie, Tad is a clumsy and a fool, like many real life men, that women are superior in intelligence and doing things right and then there is Mummy who he thinks is still gender fluid (so I think he is in-between those two facts)

José mentioned that the third Tad movie reflects the reality of the world and that is: Women are better at everything they do than men (well, thank you mister Corbacho 😄)

And last, he mentioned something that @tammyhybrid21 has been preaching since 2020. That the archeology's elite and most of its integrants are awful, self absorbed people who dissmiss others.

And some other final facts are:

- Ramona is 100% a mummy from high society and thinks she is the best of the best, so this is why she has many friction with Mummy.

- Tad said to Mummy before going to the expedition in Mexico that "he can't leave the apartment at any costs" and apparently he has waited a lot of time and one day became very bored. That is when he found out about "buying on the internet" and used a credit card Tad gave him for emergencies to buy all the fun stuff & becoming an "compulsive buyer"

And with this last fact, I will repeat something I said in a post I did weeks ago: "Mummy is me. I am Mummy"

Why, you will ask?

Because... surprise ladies, gentlemen, Mummy fans and non-binary pals! I used my card to buy the BOOK OF THE THIRD MOVIE online!

So that means that now I have the means and "forbidden knowledge" to answer most of your deepest, biggest questions (or maybe some of them if there is information that is not shown)

It didn't cost much. In fact, tickets for the movie + popcorn and sodas would have cost more than the book. And I'm not a compulsive buyer, I swear.

Where was I? Oh, yes:

Just change "jar of dirt" for "book"

SCREW YOU HAVING TO WAIT 'TILL OCTOBER FOR LIVING IN SOUTH AME-

...ouch. Still got the book.

But gotta read it tomorrow. Like I said, I have things to do. See you on the other side, nothing will ever be the same.

A plus before midnight: The soundtrack

#tadeo jones #tadeo jones 3 #tad the lost explorer #tad the lost explorer 3 #tadeo jones meta #tadeo jones book #enrique gato #tad stones #mummy (tadeo jones)#sara lavroff #victoria moon #ramona (tadeo jones)#Ra-Amon-Ah #I got a jar of dirt!#fun fact: Captain Jack Sparrow's VA in spanish is the same one who does the voice of Mummy in Spain #and it is beautiful #tad 3 countdown

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journeydb · 7 months

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November 10 2022 Barcelona and Vilanova/La Geltru

Today I went to Alicia Beltran's yoga studio with our young friend, Isabela, for an in-person yoga class. I haven't done many since the pandemic began because I have been doing almost all my yoga online. It was GREAT to be in a group and experience the positive energy of everyone in the room. It was relaxing and stimulating at the same time. Alicia is a very good teacher and I liked her style of teaching.

Isabela is SUCH a sweet person and very talented. You may remember having heard her sing in some of my other blog posts. She has a marvelous voice and a lot of charisma. I'm so happy she introduced me to Alicia and now I have the option of "attending" her classes in person or online.

Alicia's studio has such a warm, comfy vibe and also it feels very spiritual and peaceful. She lives in the apartment behind the studio, which makes going to work VERY convenient for her. I'm looking forward to other sessions at the studio in the future.

After the class Isabela and I took the train to Vilanova i La Geltru where her mother, Jackie, who is also a good friend of ours, recently moved. Vilanova i La Geltru is a lovely little city just south of the tourist destination of Sitges. According to Wikipedia:

"Vilanova i La Geltru is the capital city of Garraf comarca, in the province of Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain. Historically a fishing port owned by the Vilanova family, the city has a growing population of approximately 66,000, and is situated 40 km south-west of Barcelona, with the more famous coastal resort of Sitges, some 10 km to the north-east.

The town has a long history, and experienced an efflorescence during the Romantic period evidenced by a wealth of opulent 19th century buildings. The atmospheric town square, the Plaça de la Vila, and many of its iconic public buildings were principally financed by Josep Tomàs Ventosa Soler, a textile magnate who made his fortune in Cuba. A monument featuring a bronze statue of Ventosa stands in the center of the square. An identical monument stands in Matanzas, Cuba, where both statues were forged.

Agriculture and the maritime trade in wine were the traditional sources of income during the 18th and 19th centuries. Today, while agriculture and a significant fishing fleet continue to be sources of income, the primary economic activity is industry in the sectors of metal, textile and chemicals.

Vilanova i la Geltrú has embraced new technologies for generations and has had a vocational and traditional university since 1902, along with the UPC (Polytechnic University of Catalonia). The building Neapolis Public Innovation Agency for ICT and multimedia, was built in 2006."

Jackie's apartment already felt quite homey and comfortable and she seemed very happy to be there. Isabela also lives there part time and part time with her father, Jonas, in Barcelona.

Before we went to a restaurant for lunch we took a short walk around the neighborhood so they could show me a bit of the city.

Lunch at the little restaurant behind their apartment building was yummy and there were quite a few vegetarian dishes I could eat. The ambiance was warm, light, and airy, with lots of artwork on the walls. It was wonderful to be with Jackie and Isabela and catch up on what's been happening in our lives, since we don't see each other often enough, especially now that Jackie is living in Vilanova i La Geltru.

After lunch we went back to hang out at their place and chat before Isabela and I needed to head to the train station to go back to Barcelona.

We stopped at a bakery on the way to the train station to buy some of the famous Garraf bread to take home to Bruce. It was a wonderful excursion and Isabela and I had more time to chat on the train because it's about a 45 minute ride between Barcelona and Vilanova i La Geltru.

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oldgooddaysoldgooddays · 2 years

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Another bird hatched in my chimney and I hear it squeaking while inspecting a carton of rotten oat milk and frozen melon, both acquired for my music video but untouched. I open the chimney and the bird scuttles toward me. I put it outside and it shivers in the rain, the way any frail, reluctant cannibal would. It is between this and letting it waste away slowly in its abandoned nest, hearing its sounds diminish as I finish a self portrait. Remove the body like an avian coroner. So I leave it outside with refreshments and ask it to please move as I close my studio shutter and it doesn’t get crushed. “Nature is so cruel”, G says over text when I update him. “Culture too”, I write back It’s Father’s Day, so naturally I call my mother, who doesn’t speak with her father either. We discuss school shootings and she says during her medical training, her friend did her elective in a Chicago ER. “How many gun shots do you get in the ER?”, she asked an intern. He said 2 or 3 and she was shocked, saying she thought from the news there were far more. “Oh you mean people who COME IN with gunshot wounds”, the intern said, “I thought you meant how many shootings happen in the ER itself” Now mum is officially retiring from medicine next January, I think of her whole career, one that began years before I came to exist. The brutal dedication, the on-calls, the children’s lives saved, other children’s funerals. And the parents! She may have witnessed every parenting style possible. She applauds the stoicism, and clarity in the face of crisis. She has reported parents to social services, endured hundreds of ethical quandaries. Munchausen by proxy, mothers with BPD, aggressive dads, trans kids. No school shootings, because that’s not our style, but one school bus crash. One TV documentary where she draws a young girl’s spinal fluid. I remember thinking I can’t believe my mother knows how to take spinal fluid from a person. A few times she disobeyed all traffic laws to get the hospital in the middle of the night. She would sleep a lot when at home, and we will never know how much of this is attributable to the turmoil of being married to my dad I once saw her as a patient, and it wasn’t pretty. A surgical procedure turned bad. She seemed to hate the tables turning, in the same way I’d hate to be painted, but with more haemorrhaging. I’d never heard her swear so much. Also I saw her seeing me as a patient, worrying nurses were botching everything. I overdosed once and she watched ER staff look at me like I was wasting everybody’s time She has successfully diagnosed the rashes, infected wounds and mysterious psychosomatic symptoms of all my friends. I worry every time I text her a photo or query I’m cheapening her craft, but the fact is she will always be a safer and calmer bet than WebMD. And sure, ibuprofen is often the answer. I think of her every time I take a couple of them, knowing she’d approve. Recently my step-grandpa had shingles on his groin and my grandmother sent her a picture of his entire penis. On the phone we workshop what she could’ve done to protect his dignity. “Christmas wrapping paper?”, I suggest, knowing my grandmother always reuses it, “but does anybody want to see their stepfather’s dick wrapped like a gift?” We laugh a lot. I worry she’ll undergo a huge crisis when retirement is a reality rather than this abstract thing she has been working towards. I wouldn’t know, since art people don’t retire. They drop dead in the studio or the Hamptons

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haileybeehappy · 2 years

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Neighbor

I’ve been working on the piece for a while but have had no idea how to finish it. Finally did it. Lol. Anyways enjoy

SUMMARY - You move into a simple studio apartment. The very first place you live by yourself and your very attractive neighbor unknowingly sings you to sleep through the walls.

WARNINGS - just cheesy fluff

WORD COUNT - 3.4 K

I am in love with long hair Harry. I mean. Damn.

You had recently moved into a new apartment. Your very first time living by yourself. Your best friend lived just across the street but you were in a completely new world. Hundreds of miles from your home. Your neighbors seemed nice enough. You had yet to meet the person to the left of your apartment. He or she was mostly quiet, a bit of music here and there. Other than that they were nice and quiet.

You were sitting on your sad couch you had found on facebook marketplace. Watching some youtube videos when you heard the strumming of a guitar making its way through the thin walls. A low voice begins to sing, calming. Finally relaxing for the first time in a week.

You listen intently to the lyrics to the song. It's sad. The words make your heart ache. You lay there, phone now off in your hand and your body relaxed. Head against the back of the couch. As the song comes to an end you find yourself drifting to sleep.

“I’m falling,”

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You wake to your phone buzzing and screaming at you. You pick up your phone that found its way to the floor. You click off the alarm and lay there for a while. That was the first good night of sleep you had since coming to the city. You had spent the last week sleeping on the couch, tossing and turning because you had yet to get yourself a mattress. Dragging yourself off the couch and into your mostly empty kitchen. You pull out the loaf of bread and start to make yourself some breakfast.

Once you’re done you sit on the floor and eat your food by your couch. Using the coffee table. As much as you like eggs and toast (not that much) you really need to go out and get some more food. There is a Saturday farmers market you had seen signs up for so you’ll probably head that way today.

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You are trying to get up the final flight of stairs before your floor with three bags of food from the farmers market. The bag in your left hand is probably seconds from tearing and spilling apples and oranges everywhere. Just as you go to push the door open to leave the stairwell it swings open. A man stands on the other side. He is quite a bit taller than you. He has long brown hair and he is quite possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen

“Oh goodness please,” he goes to grab the bags out of your hands. “Let me help you,” you nod and allow him to take the bags from you.

“Thank you so much,” you laugh out. “I don’t think I would have made it much further,” he nods, smiling.

“Of course. Where to?” You still have the one bag in your hand

“24 D,” he looks at you surprised

“Well hello neighbor. I’m in 25 D,” he stops at your door. You follow behind him, you struggle to find the key in your pocket. Once you grasp it and pull it out of your pocket you instantly drop it on the floor due to your shaky fingers. I mean he is literally the most beautiful human you have ever laid eyes on so who can blame you.

“Fuck, sorry,” you laugh awkwardly.

“I got it,” he sets the bags down and grabs your lanyard off the floor. He quickly unlocks your door and pushes it open. He follows you into your apartment and you put your bag on the counter. He does the same.

“Thank you so much. You really didn’t have to do that,”

“I couldn’t just let you struggle on your own, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me,”

“I mean I guess that’s true,” you begin to come very aware of how awkward this is. You become very embarrassed of your living situation. You look back at the musty couch you’ve been sleeping on. “Sorry about the place, I just moved in,” you shrug.

“Hey you’re doing a lot better than I was my first week livin here,” ‘

“I really doubt that,” you start to unload the bags. He begins to help. “You don’t have to help. You were obviously on your way out somewhere. Go ahead and go,” you give him a smile. He starts to walk to your door and you follow him.

“Oh yeah of course,” he gives you a real genuine smile back. “I just love to help, especially when the person I’m helping is as attractive as you,” a blush spreads across his cheeks.

“Damn, just laying it straight huh,” you laugh.

“Gotta shoot my shot,” he shrugs.

“Well I think you’re pretty attractive yourself,” fuck this man.

“Thank you,” you open the door and he allows himself out.

“By the way,” you feel the blush creeping up your neck. “I really enjoyed the song you played the other night,” he instantly begins to close off.

“You heard that?” the look of embarrassment on his face.

“It was beautiful,” his hand goes to the back of his neck.

“Thank you. I’ve been working on it a while I just um,”

“I’m sorry, I just,” the both of you just stand there in silence. “Thank you so much for your help,”

“Of course,” he turns to head to the stairwell. “My name is Harry by the way,” he turns and waves.

“I’m y/n,”

…

You had officially settled into your apartment. You bought a bed for the little studio apartment. It took up way too much room but you didn’t mind too much because you spend ninety percent of your time in bed. You had given away the musty old couch in place of two arm chairs. It was starting to look less like a squatters home and more like the house of a twenty something year old.

You had yet to see any more of Harry the last couple weeks. You had heard him strumming his guitar a few nights but no singing since. You felt almost guilty because it was probably your fault. You embarrassed him. Not that he needed to be. He had a beautiful voice and the lyrics he sang were soul wrenching. You longed to hear his voice again. You spent many nights tossing and turning. You had never slept as well as you did the night he sang you to sleep. You decide to take your chances and make your way to his door.

Before you could bring yourself to knock he opened the door.

“Oh hi y/n?” his face contorted in confusion.

“Hey Harry,” you begin to play with a loose hem on the sleeve of your sweater. “I was just wondering if you're busy?” you don’t even have the courage to look him in the eyes.

“Not really I was just heading down to check my mail, why what’s up?” you panic and think of the best excuse. How had you not come up with one before you came to his door?

“I um,” fuck. COFFEE TABLE! “I have this coffee table thing that I got from Ikea that I need to put together and I have no idea how. I’ve been struggling with it for like three days,” that's not a lie. “I could really use some help, but if not that’s fine,” you shrug.

“I could try to help you out with that,” he offers. “I’ll be right over once I get my mail?”

“Yeah that sounds great thank you,” you finally look up at him and he offers you a smile. You smile back. He comes out into the hall and comes very close to you to close the door. You take a step back and once he has the door locked he looks at you,

“See you in a minute okay?” you nod and he walks to the stairwell and you turn to your apartment. Once you make it into your apartment you look at the pieces of the coffee table laid out on a moving blanket, that was your excuse? I mean at least he said yes. You go over all the scenarios that could happen. Racing through your mind. Interrupted by three quick knocks at your door. You quickly move to open it.

Harry stands on the other side. He has his keys in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

“I figured if this table is as hard to put together as you say it is we’re gonna need a bottle of wine,” you laugh and move out of the way so he can come in. It’ll at least help settle your nerves.

“Probably, either it's too hard or I’m incompitent,” you shrug.

“Probably a little of both,” he jokes. It gets a sincere laugh out of you.

“Damn, harsh but probably true,” you motion for him to follow you and bring him the two feet to the unassembled table. “Here’s the damned thing,” you sit on the floor, one leg folded over the other. He sits across from you. He sets the wine down.

“Oh! Glasses!” you shot up and headed to the kitchen area. You pull out two coffee mugs from above the sink. You make your way back to him and sit in the same spot, handing him the mugs. “Sorry, that’s all I really have,” he chuckles and pops open the wine. Where he got the cork screw from you have no idea. That question is answered when he tucks it into his pocket. He pours the wine into the cups and hands the coffee mug with the cow to you and keeps the pig one to himself.

“These are perfect,” You chuckle and take a sip of the wine. Not bad. “Now let's get started,” he claps his hands and then grabs the instructions. It was a simple wood coffee table with a rustic wood top and white legs and shelf.

“I have no idea where to even start,” you grab the tool that came in the box and twirl it around in your hands. He is still going over the instructions.

“I mean it doesn’t look too hard,” he turns it over to the blank page on the back.

“That’s what I thought,” you took another sip of your wine. “Like I said it might be because I’m Incompitent,” he cracks another smile.

“Come on,” He puts the paper down beside him and picks up some pieces. He stands up what might be a leg and looks at it intently. He then begins to work out the frame and goes to grab some screws. Just as he starts fiddling with the screws a look falls over his face. His eyebrows furrow.

“That’s about how close I got,” He puts the pieces down with a crash and picks up his wine.

“What in the actual fuck? Did they put the holes in the wrong place?” He puts the cup down gently and picks up the piece of wood gently running his hands over the holes and looking down at the paper.

“I have no clue,” you laugh. He grabs at your hand to take the allen wrench from you. You hand it to him. He tries to fiddle with the pieces for a minute. His hair keeps falling into his face. He flows it out of his view a few times. He groans in frustration and drops it. His hands go up to his hair and he starts to pull it back into a ponytail. You can see the tattoos peeking from under his flannel. He wraps a hair tie around the knot of hair on his head. Pulling into a neat little bun. You laugh silently.

“Wha?” he looks at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you smile at him.

“You can’t laugh at me and then tell me nothing!” He tosses a screw at you and it falls into your lap.

“I just don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy actually look good with a man bun,” you smile at him. A grin breaks across his face.

“You think I look good?” you throw the screw back at him.

“I mean yeah,” you start to pick at the strings on your sleeve again.

“Well nice to know it's reciprocated,” He picks up the legs of the table again and begins to try to assemble it. You sit there in silence. You can feel the blush creeping up on your face. You can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Fuck yeah!” he screams and makes you jump. You look up and he suddenly has two of the legs connected. He has one arm up in the air and another holding the frame.

“Well damn. I guess I am just incompitent,” it seems like forever till the table is built. You help him here and there but he does it himself for the most part. The two of you sit in silence while sipping at your wine. He refills your cups a few times.

“And done,” He has a smile of pride on his face.

“Well damn,” you place your cup on the table and he does the same. “You really did it?”

“You didn’t think I could?”

“Honestly no,” his mouth falls open and a look of shock is prominent in his eyes. “I mean I worked on this for three days?”

“I mean not to be rude or anything but you were the one who said you were incompitent,” you scoff.

“I did say that but still rude,” you scrunch your nose. Slightly offended. He’s not wrong though. “It did take you two hours to do tho,” you take the allen wrench in your hand and twirl it in your fingers.

“And that’s a whole seventy less hours than you,”

“Whatever Harry,” you stand up and stretch out. Harry stands up in suit.

“Tell me I’m wrong?”

“You’re not,” you laugh,

“I know,” you plant yourself in the armchair and stretch out your legs and place them on the coffee table.

“I just built that!” Harry sits himself in the chair next to you. He goes to swat your feet of the table.

“It’s my table!”

“So?”

“It’s my table!” you laugh. “I can put my feet on it!”

“That’s just barbaric,” He grabs your feet off the table and drops them to the floor with a thud.

“Well where am I supposed to put them?” you ask. He pats his lap. You shrug and throw your feet onto his lap. He places his hands on your ankles. “You don’t have a thing for feet do you?” He brings his head up from resting on the back of the chair to look at you.

“Depends. Do you have cute feet?”

“Ew! You go to pull your feet off his lap. He grabs them.

“I’m kidding!” he laughs and you relax. “Feet are gross,” you wiggle your toes at him. “Oh god,” He smacks your foot.

“Ow!”

“Stop being weird,” he groans. Before you know it you two are sitting in the dark. Only the light from your draped windows shining through. You have talked about things. Everything really, and nothing. His hands were still on your legs. His hand now cupped around your ankle. His thumb slowly caresses your exposed skin. Your heart started racing the second his skin met yours. The conversation went silent a while ago.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Did I offend you?”

“What no?”

“The other night? When I talked about singing?” his hand stills on your leg. He’s quiet for a second. Your breath got caught in your throat.

“No, I just got embarrassed. I’ve never sang for anyone before. Not that I know of,” he shrugs. “But now that I know how thin the walls are, plenty of people must have heard me,” his hand begins to move again.

“I mean. I don’t know if it means anything but you have a beautiful voice,”

“Heh, thanks,”

“Did you write it yourself?” you ask. He responds with a nod. “Well you are an excellent song writer.

“Thank you,” his voice was meek.

“It’s only the truth,”

“I play guitar in a band, but I’ve never sung for anyone. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to honestly. I can sing fine in the comfort of my own walls. Knowing that you can hear me makes me nervous too,”

“I’m sorry,” is all you can think to say.

“It’s not your fault,”

“Can I say something and it not be weird?” another nod. “That night, I fell asleep to your voice. That is the best night's sleep I have gotten since I got here,”

“Oh,” is all he says.

“Yeah,” you respond.

“It helped you?”

“Yeah. A lot actually,” he plops his head down back into the chair. It might have been the wine. Nerves finally calmed. But after sitting in prolonged silence. Comfortable silence but nevermind that. “Do you maybe wanna go out with me sometime? Get dinner?” The second the question leaves your mouth you panic. You can feel yourself panic and become statue still.

“Really?” You can’t find the words so you just nod. “I would love to,” you can’t see him but you could basically hear the smile on his face. Probably just as big as the one you have.

“That would’ve been really awkward if you said no,” you laugh.

“Maybe a little. But how could I say no to a girl who has bigger balls than me.” You laugh.

“Oh my god Harry!”

“I mean it’s true! I’ve been trying to get up the courage for the past twenty minutes and couldn’t seem to say anything!” You are now both looking at each other. “You can’t blame me though. You are quite possibly the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” his voice has lost the joking tone and now was very soft. You almost didn’t hear him.

“I’m nothing special,” you say in the same tone.

“You are absolutely something special,” you blush. Hard.

“Says you,” you start to play with the stray strings again. Damn nervous habits.

“Yeah, says me,” he sits up and your legs fall off his lap. His hands come around yours and make you drop the strings. “Because you are. I know I don’t know you very well yet. But this is the most comfortable I’ve been with a person in a long time y/n,”

“Me too,” he intertwines his fingers with yours. And stands up.

“Let’s dance?” You let out a laugh

“We don’t have music?”

“Let me sing to you?” You stand up slowly

“Are you sure?” He nods. He pulls you to his chest and wraps his arms around your waist. Your hands set at his chest and then you slowly work them up around the back of his neck. He begins to sing and your body feels fuzzy. You can’t quite make out the words he’s saying because your mind is clouded. You feel so safe. Time seems to move so slowly. You begin to grasp at the words.

“When I close my eyes, all the stars align,” you rest your head against his chest and feel the rumble of his voice against your head. Once he’s stopped singing the two of you stand there. Still swaying. You stay that way for a while. Neither of you wanting to let you. You could be here forever.

Once the two of you finally break apart he decides it’s time for him to go home.

“Thank you so much for the help,” you were standing at your door. Him just outside of your apartment.

“Of course, I guess I could say the same to you?” You look at him with a raised brow. “You’re the first person I’ve sung in front of,” he lets out a nervous laugh.

“I’m happy it was me,”

“Me too,” he stands there for a second. “So see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow,” he turns to walk away. Then quickly turns around and basically runs at you. His hands come up to your face and you are almost nose to nose with him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks you.

“Pleas-,” is all you get out. His lips meet yours before you can finish the word. Your whole body almost give out on you. Your lips only meet for a few seconds but the whole world slows. The second he pulls back it begins to spin again. His thumb rubs over your lips. A smile etched into his face.

“Can’t let you be the only one with balls,” you laugh.

“Oh my god!” He quickly peck your lips again even though you’re still smiling.

“Goodnight y/n,” he releases his grip on you and walks back to his apartment. Still facing you, walking backwards.

“Goodnight Harry,” you wait till he’s inside to close your door. And that night you fall asleep to Harry’s voice through the walls and sleep peacefully

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #long hair Harry #fluff #tooth rotting fluff

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blu-joons · 3 years

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Ready For Forever ~ Park Jaehyung

The smiles of the members all grew as Jae watched you closely as you left the studio. As soon as the door closed behind you, his smile dropped as he looked around at the rest of the boys.

“You’re obsessed with her,” Wonpil laughed, staring across at Jae. “Every little thing she does has your attention these days, you can’t get enough of her.”

The members had always joked with Jae that the love he felt for you was the honeymoon phase of your relationship, but after three years, that phase never went away. He was still completely in love with you and falling more for you every single day.

Whilst he too had expected the two of you to settle after some time, it never seemed to come about. There was always a spark between the two of you, always something new you learnt about each other or something exciting that you wanted to try out.

“She just makes my heart happy,” Jae admitted, ignoring the groans of the boys that were sat around him, “I don’t’ think there’s anyone else in the world as special as Y/N for me.”

Although the boys loved to tease, the fondness of which he spoke about you made them all incredibly happy too. All they’d ever wanted was for him to be happy, and nothing made him happier than time that he got to share with you.

It was obvious to everyone that the two of you were meant to be, nobody could imagine one of you being without the other.

“You’ve been together for a while now,” Younghyun reminded him, “surely you’ve got to be thinking about the future too, do you plan on making things official with Y/N one day.”

“I’ve been thinking about the future quite a lot recently,” Jae replied, taking the four of them by surprise, “I’ve just been trying to find the right time to talk about it.”

Several thoughts were closed off in his mind as he tried to figure out everything that he wanted, with only one constant being there. You.

“I think I’m ready to start thinking about marrying Y/N,” he then confessed, unable to stop his smile from turning upwards, “making things official.”

“About time,” Dowoon jokingly called out, throwing his head back in relief. The other boys all nodded in agreement with him whilst Jae looked suspiciously across the room. “I was going to propose to Y/N if you didn’t hurry up and get it done.”

“What Dowoon is trying to say is that we’d all be by your side if you wanted to propose to Y/N,” Sungjin clarified, the calmest of the four of them, “have you thought about it for long?”

“A little while, the time has just never felt quite right yet to do anything about it.”

“You’ll know in your heart when the right time is,” Younghyun assured him, “you can’t rush things like this, no matter how in love the two of you are.”

There was no doubt in Jae’s mind that you were his forever, but that didn’t mean he wanted to not give you the perfect proposal that you deserved. You both could tell from the other that your futures were going to be together, it wasn’t something that you needed to discuss, you both just knew that it was a fact in your hearts.

“We could help you out if you’ve got an idea in mind,” Wonpil suggested excitedly, “or maybe we could help you plan a proposal, there’s some paper lying about somewhere.”

“I’ve not thought that much into it just yet,” Jae laughed, calming them all down, “I’ve only just realised that I’m ready to marry Y/N without worrying too much about anything else.”

Before he met you, the boys all loved to joke about how Jae was likely to be the last of them all to settle down. They never imagined Jae as the type to think about settling down, he was too busy with work and enjoying being young to think about finding love, until he met you.

“Do you think Y/N is ready to marry you?” Dowoon suddenly asked, “has she given you any signs?”

Jae’s head shook back at Dowoon, as he tried to think about if you had dropped any clues. Whilst you hadn’t said anything aloud to Jae, there were plenty of moments where the two of you just had to exchange a look to know that you were in it together.

“Its obvious Y/N would want to marry him,” Younghyun interrupted, stopping Jae’s mind from running away with him, “she looks at him with the same puppy eyes that he looks at her with.”

Sungjin nodded in agreement, “you should hear the way she talks about you when she comes and watches rehearsals, she’s so in love with you.”

“The two of you are forever, that’s all you need to know.”

Watching the two of you at times was chaotic for the four men that sat around Jae, but for all the second-hand embarrassment that they often felt, they knew it was only because the two of you were so in love. You were perfect for each other, not even they could deny that, despite how cringy you could often be.

“It’s a big step deciding that you’re ready to get married,” Wonpil assured Jae, throwing his arm across his broad shoulders, “that alone says how you feel about Y/N, everything else will just fall into place for you both.”

“It has to fall into place perfectly though.”

“And it will,” Sungjin smiled too, moving closer in towards Jae. “We’re all here to help you whenever you need us too. The only thing you have to look forward to is knowing that you’re about to ask Y/N to spend the rest of her life with you.”

Jae’s head nodded in agreement, nothing else mattered as long as he had you forever, just being with each other was perfect enough for you both.

“To be honest, the two of you act enough as a married couple as it is that you don’t have to worry about a wedding too much anyway,” Dowoon continued to tease, giggling away to himself, “the only thing missing is a bit of paperwork.”

“Y/N’ has always talked about how much she wants to get married,” Jae sighed, “it’s much more than just a bit of paper to her.”

He’d made sure to pay close attention for several months whenever you talked about things that you like, making note for when your wedding came. Jae wanted the day to be perfect for you, as he did his proposal too.

Although in his heart he already knew that ‘yes’ was the only answer that you were ever going to give him, he still wanted to give you the moment that you’d watched so many of your friends go through over recent years too.

“The two of you are meant to be,” Younghyun spoke up as the room fell silent, “being ready for forever is the final thing that you need to be complete.”

“You’ve got everything you could ever need in Y/N,” Wonpil added, “everyone knows that she’s not going anywhere, even if you choose not to rush into things.”

“And we’ll all be here for you both too,” Dowoon too spoke, finally allowing himself to be serious, “and I promise that I won’t propose to Y/N too.”

“The only guy she’ll ever want is Jae,” Sungjin replied, shutting Dowoon down.

“Thanks guys, I couldn’t do this without you.”

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blackbat05 · 3 years

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I need a break

Shangqi x Reader (Platonic)

A/N: I feel like I’m loosing steam towards the end of my placement and wow I have never needed a break this badly before. Perhaps a short Shangqi x Reader imagine where they are both University students. Seriously at this rate I’ll just be solely a Shangqi writer HAHAHA. Doing this on my phone because I don’t want to open my work computer. Let’s see where this impromptu idea takes me to. Hope you enjoy it and as always like and comment if you wish!

Genre: PG-13

Warnings: None really, just friends supporting each other! I guess there’s an inaccurate timeline if you look at the MCU but hey this is an imagine plus if you look at some of the wiki pages, Shangqi is actually born in 1998/1999. So appreciate if you’re kind enough to go with the flow to read this comfort fic!

‘Y/N!’ Shangqi rushes to catch up with you after class. You made an effort to conceal your tiredness but he saw it right through. ‘Gosh…you alright?’

You think to yourself. Were you really alright? The answer was pretty obvious. You were ten weeks into your placement and your emotions were a jumbled up mess. Having to deal with work responsibilities was one problem, school assignments were another issue all together. At this point, you felt like you were just getting through each week for the sake of it.

At first, you believed that what you were going through was simply a transition to becoming an adult. You thought that naturally, you would be able to persevere through the stressful periods by yourself. But of course, it has been hard.

You were a social work intern at a neighborhood youth centre, thirty minutes away if you took the train and bus. The work was fulfilling in it’s own ways, but recently there were self-doubts filling your brain, if you were really cut out for the job in the future. If you weren’t, what else could you do?

As you sat with Shangqi in the school’s student-ran cafe, you found yourself pouring out the exact same concerns to him. Credit to him, Shangqi never interrupted your monologue, he just simply listened. That’s what best friends were for. That’s what you did for him to when he ran into issues with his family.

Even then, he couldn’t deny that hearing you doubt yourself broke his heart. He had known you since high school. You mostly kept to yourself and one or two close friends. Despite joining the school’s athletic team where you were one of the main athletes, you preferred to stay in the shadows unlike some of your teammates. That didn’t stop you from going out of your way to help other students in need; like helping the girl who was in an arm cast to copy the social studies notes, even if it meant you had to do it twice. Or maybe just talking to a friend who was stressed out about their results.

Basically, you had studied your ass off to get a secured spot at this university who were only one of the few that offered the degree. He remembers you telling him the moment you got your offer, ‘I’m finally good at something. I don’t have to worry anymore!’

Shangqi wasn’t stupid. The pandemic had done some crazy things. And by crazy, it affected the self-esteem that you had been working so hard on by participating in various projects and events, with you being in charge of a drama production that was promoting on mental health. That was a big deal considering that you were a major introvert.

Online engagement was never easy. In fact he has heard some of your struggles that you’ve shared with him regarding this and it only makes him admire you even more. For someone who preferred to keep to themselves, stepping out of one’s comfort zone, to take on a role that wasn’t just simply about helping people - that took guts.

‘I’m sorry I’m just loading you with all this. I just feel…’ You trailed off, suddenly becoming emotional again. Again, Shangqi does not pry. ‘That I can’t do anything right.’ You emphasize that you had ended the statement for you were unsure that you could keep your cool if you had tried to continue on.

‘If I hear you saying sorry another time,’ he chides, ‘you’re paying for our meal later.’ Your lips curved upwards slightly before returning to its somber position. Shangqi decides that a meal won’t cut it. He needs to deploy ‘Operation Y/N’. Standing up with your buzzer to collect the food, Shangqi whips out his phone. There will be a few changes for today.

Food was definitely a cure in this situation, but it was only a part of the solution. After inhaling your ramen at light speed, Shangqi tells you that today will be a different Friday. ‘And you can’t complain! It’ll be a weekend tmr,’ he tells you. So why not? You figured that even if you went back home early, your head wouldn’t be in the right place to complete the essay for your English module.

‘Hold up! The VR studio that Katy was talking about?’ You look at the tickets inside the taxi that was taking you and Shangqi to the location. ‘How did you even, it was so hard to get these tickets!’ From the time Shangqi met you outside the classroom, he had yet to see you so ecstatic. Until now.

‘Well,’ Shangqi gives his best shrug. ‘I called in a favor from a friend. Said that it was for emergency purposes.’ He raised his fingers to make connotations in the air much to your amusement.

‘Wow… just how much do I not know about you Mr Popular?’ You teased. Shangqi decides to leave the fact on him having to persuade the Wakandan Princess in giving him free tickets.

‘Please! I swear whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it! It’s for Y/N!’

‘Ey well why didn’t you say so? If it’s for that nice friend, of course!’ Shuri leaves the entrance of the compound, an exasperated Shangqi trailing behind.

Yeah, the VR studio that Katy told them about was also funded by King T’Challa himself. With stunning life like visuals thanks to Wakandan technology, the VR studio was located in a middle class neighborhood. T’Challa believed that no matter where kids came from, they should have the right to enjoy and to explore the world. For now, he wasn’t ready to share that he was on the way on becoming a full-fledged Avenger yet - you just had too much on your plate. He’ll just have to settle with this white lie.

‘Is Katy coming?’ You were on the verge of vibrating off your seat. ‘She would love this place!’ Even when you were struggling, Y/N still manages to think about other people. Today, Y/N will put her needs first.

As if to answer your previous question, you can see an equally excited Katy waiting for the two of you at the roundabout. ‘HEL-LO EVERYONE! LET’S GET OUR FRIDAY STARTED IN PROPER SHALL WE?’ Her loud voice had attracted stares, some very displeased looks too but at this point in time, you didn’t give a damn. Katy was right, it was time to enjoy!

You wished that you could slow down time, or even replay it continuously when you needed cheering up because the only thing you felt was pure happiness - euphoria even. Your stomach was in knots for laughing hysterically together with Katy when Shangqi jumped in shock from a surprise scare from a zombie. ‘I’m keeping that for leverage,’ she tells you, quietly slipping her phone into her fanny pack.

The Wakandans had really outdone themselves this time. Your favorite VR was the paradise VR. Slipping the headgear, you say goodbye to the smiles of Katy and Shangqi, whisking away to a beach that oddly reminded you of your dream destination - Hawaii. From where you were standing, you were surrounded by green and majestic islands. Despite their sheer size, you weren’t intimidated. In fact, you were healing.

Your mind was no longer in the room of the VR studio. How could it when the sun kissed your skin, giving you the much needed energy that you were lacking for so long? In the room, the two sees you kick your shoes to the side, going barefoot. It may have seem strange, but with the monitor beside you, your actions were perfectly logical.

As a kid, you used to despise the prickly feeling of sand in between your toes. But now, you grew to love the sensation that each grain of sand had on your skin. It made you feel grounded, that everything was going to be ok. You raise your virtual hand to touch your face - were you crying?

‘She must have been really stressed huh?’ Katy whispers to Shangqi who nods in return. How he hated the fact that you were giving so much to your work but still felt underappreciated. Forget the Avengers with superhuman abilities, you were the true MVP. The VR ends and you remove your headgear. ‘I’m ok,’ you automatically reassure them despite the dry tears left on both cheeks. You step down the platform slowly, trying to regain sense of the real world.

What you didn’t expect was the two embracing you in a hug, squishing you in between them. Maybe that had set off the waterworks. For someone like Katy, she had sage advice.

‘Life can be pretty shitty right? But I’m so proud of you fighting it Y/N. Just remember that it’s ok to be weak. I mean, I’ve seen worse from Shangqi,’ she jabs her finger towards his direction, earning a glare from him. That’s Katy, always trying to add a bit of humor to this grey world. Calming down, you let go of the both of them. ‘Thanks guys, for everything.’

‘Hey,’ Shangqi responds, slinging his arm over your shoulder. ‘We’re friends, so we don’t leave each other behind.’ Phone beeping, he retrieves it to check the message. ‘And look at that, nice timing. Who wants Korean BBQ?’

Trailing behind them, you get an amusing view of Shangqi bickering with Katy on how many Soju bottles she’s allowed to order later. As San Francisco welcomed the night, you were just thankful that you had the two of them to walk through this crazy maze called life.

‘Last one to the shop is paying!’

‘Oh you’re on Mister!’

A/N: I really just think that this was also an imagine for me to cope too. So I can only hope to finish my placement/assignments/exams well! To anyone who does studies and work simultaneously, I fucking respect you (allow me to use expletives for now, these people deserve the respect). If you’re going through a stressful time, I hope this brings the slightest comfort for you and remember… YOU ARE NOT ALONE! Again, thank you for reading!

#shang chi #xu shangqi #shangqi x reader #shangqi imagine #katy shang chi #shang chi x reader #shangqi #simu liu

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kpopfanfictrash · 3 years

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A Holly, Jolly Crisis (Teaser)

Posting Date: December 18th, 6:00 PM CT (UTC/GMT-05:00)

Creative Contributor: @underthejoon for this wonderful banner!

Genre: Rom-Com / Ex-Childhood Best Friends to Lovers

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Synopsis: At this time last year, you thought you had it all. A kick-ass screenwriting job for the hottest TV show in LA, an actor boyfriend whose career was taking off and an affordable apartment with not one, but two bathrooms. Fast-forward to now and you’re single, soon-to-be jobless and searching for a way to scrape together January rent. Everything seems to be falling apart, which was why you told your family you weren’t coming home for the holidays. Enter your little sister, Sara, who recently became engaged to her boyfriend, Yoongi and needs you home to celebrate. The biggest problem? Returning home means you’ll be forced to face everything and everyone you left behind, including Yoongi’s best man – and your ex-best friend, Hoseok.

[ PART OF THE ONCE UPON A HOLIDAY COLLABORATION ]

Estimated WC: 37K

Rating: 18+

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Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

Thank you for taking the time to send our team your screenplay for One for the Money. It was a pleasure learning about your characters and ideas.

Unfortunately, we did not select your spec script at this time for further consideration.

Not wanting to read the rest of the rejection email, you clicked back to your inbox and moved the message to trash. Releasing a sigh, you slumped in the hard, plastic airport chair beneath you. This had to be your fifteenth rejection email this month, which didn’t bode well for your screenplay’s future.

The screenplay in question was your self-written TV series – One for the Money. You’d been working on it for years and had just begun sending it out to studios. If a screenplay was written outside a studio and shopped around after, it was often called a spec script. This stood for speculative screenplay and you supposed that right now, this was the best descriptor.

A screenplay without a studio was practically nothing. Speculative, indeed.

Glancing up from your phone, you saw the flight’s status on the board had moved from green to red – delayed. Stifling another sigh, you switched apps on your phone to check the weather. Winter storms were sweeping through the Midwest, resulting in a delay of holiday travel. This was precisely the reason you hadn’t wanted to go home this year.

Well, it wasn’t the only reason you were dreading your return to Josen Falls. You hadn’t seen your family in over a year but had still planned on staying in LA for Christmas and New Years. A wrench had been thrown in these plans when your sister, Sara, became engaged to her boyfriend, Yoongi.

Yoongi had only had one request when it came to wedding planning – that they be married in the same church his parents had been, a beautiful venue up north of the city. Of course, the only available date at said church within three years was June 30th. Seven months was practically nothing to plan a wedding, but Sara was determined to make it happen. Hence the need to have you at home.

Don’t get you wrong – of course, you were excited about Sara and Yoongi. You’d been the one who introduced them, after all, through your former best friend. They were perfect together and you were nothing but ecstatic to see your little sister so happy. The only unfortunate part about her life coming together was it happened to come at the same time as yours falling apart.

One year prior, you would’ve said you were on the right path. Things had been going well in nearly every part of your life. Your TV show was about to release its second season, you’d been dating Darren for nearly nine months and had found a reasonably priced one-bedroom apartment in a coveted neighborhood. Everything had been looking up, considering your previous year in LA, where paychecks had been scarce, and you’d been dangerously close to asking your parents for money.

Now, you found yourself back in the same situation. Uncertain where your next paycheck was coming from, recently single and unsure how you were going to make rent next month.

Your coveted Hollywood job had been as a screenwriter for The Drop, a critically acclaimed show which ended abruptly this year after a dispute with the main actor. The third – and final – season was set to air in the new year on Netflix, but after that you’d be out of a job.

Hence the desperate pitch of your spec script to every mainstream television producer with an open inbox. Suffice to say, things were not going well.

This was evidenced by the uncomfortable chair you’d squeezed yourself into at the airport, having been forced to give up your pass to Admirals Club. The cost just couldn’t be justified right now. Forlornly, you stared at the ticket you held in your hand.

It had been nearly a year since you’d last visited home. At first, this hadn’t been a purposeful decision. You’d been swamped at work, preparing for the Golden Globes and seasons one and two of The Drop. Your ex-boyfriend, Darren, had been nominated for an Oscar last year, resulting in a lot of holiday parties to attend.

Last year had simply been too busy to come, but all that had changed in just a few months. It all started in March, when contract negotiations stalled with your leading actor, Tory River. Tory fancied himself a method actor, so when you refused to pay him the GDP of a small country, he decided to walk. Without him, the studio had to scrap the show. Better to leave things at three solid seasons than add a lukewarm fourth without the star.

You were told in May the third season would be the last and were highly encouraged to apply to other shows. Nothing had panned out from there and then, at the end of the summer, you were dealt another blow.

You should’ve known things were bad when Darren, your ex-boyfriend, called you himself instead of Molly, his assistant.

When you first met Darren Carmichael in LA, he was a struggling actor from Des Moines, Iowa. The Darren of September 2020 was no longer the Darren of early 2019, though – he’d long ditched the Midwest accent in favor of designer shades and loafers. High off an Oscar nomination and with job offers rolling in, you should’ve suspected something was wrong from the genuine contriteness to his tone.

The first thing he said to you was, “Did you pass a newsstand today?”

At first, you’d been baffled since no one walked past newsstands anymore. Logging into Twitter, you immediately saw why your boyfriend had been worried.

DARREN CARMICHAEL AND CO-STAR, JESSICA AVEC, CAUGHT CANOODLING ON SET OF RECENT MOVIE!

Frozen in place, you’d barely listened while he pleaded his case. Instead, you scanned the article and felt your emotions deaden with each word you read. Darren and Jessica had been caught making out when no cameras were rolling. You were only mentioned as a footnote, and not even by name.

Darren was previously dating a screenwriter in LA, although this seems to have ended several weeks prior.

You had wanted to scream at that point, wanted to call up the author and berate them for proper sources, but you didn’t do any of that. Instead, you sat eerily still while Darren yammered on and on about why he’d done what he’d done.

That had been the worst part. He hadn’t apologized – not really. Instead, he’d gone on about how hard it had been for him to be away, surrounded and worshiped by more available people. You had your career, he’d argued. You had other things, you didn’t need him and what he felt for Jessica seemed like the real thing.

Darren thought you should break up so he could begin dating her.

Numbly, you’d hung up the phone and blocked his number. That had been nearly three months ago at this point, but the sting of the breakup remained.

It wasn’t as though Darren had changed overnight. When you’d first met, he had been the super-cute barista at your favorite coffee shop. You two had bonded over being unable to find appropriately caffeinated beverages in LA and the rest, as they say, was history.

Then Darren landed a role as a recurring character on a popular Netflix show. What seemed like overnight, he became America’s heartthrob. Still, Darren had remained mostly the same at first. He went to work every morning, came home in the evenings and you continued to attend the same parties, run in the same circles.

Soon though, Darren was invited to more exclusive gatherings and slowly, his invitations transitioned from “Darren plus date” to “Darren.” You hadn’t protested at the time, not overly interested in canapés and pretentious conversation. The time you did spend together dwindled, going from Facetiming each night on his movie set to a harried phone call every other day.

Maybe you should’ve been more suspicious. Looking back on it now, the warning signs were all there, but you’d been too busy with work and worried about your show’s future. Darren had been distant and withdrawn, but you’d been okay because you’d been distant, too.

After you blocked his number, you’d kicked him out of your apartment. Packing everything he owned in boxes, you’d set these on the lawn and firmly shut the door. It was unfortunate that it rained before he could pick them up, but that couldn’t be helped. You refused to see him again – you even went so far as to have your assistant, Jimin, pick up Darren’s keys.

Jimin had done so gleefully, perhaps too gleefully, but that couldn’t be helped. Darren had tried to contact you a couple more times, but eventually he got the hint and the last you’d looked, he seemed blissfully happy with his vapid co-star.

Gritting your teeth, you exhaled. That wasn’t fair – you had no idea what Darren had told Jessica about you. For all you knew, she could’ve thought you’d been broken up.

Regardless, things had gone steadily downhill for you the past year. Single, nearly unemployed and running low on your savings, you could easily call this a low point in your life. Worst of all was your family didn’t know the true extent of it.

They knew you’d broken up with Darren, of course – that had been front page news for the nation. They also knew your TV series had ended, but they had no idea you were struggling as much as you were. Each time they called, you meant to tell them, but something managed to choke you every time.

Maybe it was that your mom was so excited about Sara’s wedding. Or maybe it was how diligently your dad had watched The Drop. Admitting you didn’t have a next step felt like defeat, so you’d purposefully kept things brief until you had something to tell.

The problem was none of your next steps seemed to be panning out. Again, your mind wandered to the rejection email in your trash.

“Excuse me? Are you Y/N Y/L/N?”

Blinking, you looked up and felt your heart sink.

The guy standing before you looked around college-age, dressed in a MORDOR FUN RUN t-shirt and wire-rimmed glasses. Clutching his laptop, he looked at you hopefully and you felt your heart sink even further. He had to be a film nerd.

“Um, yeah,” you said, trying to smile. “That’s me.”

This had happened to you a few times before. Even if you weren’t an actress, your name appeared at the end of every episode of The Drop. It hadn’t taken long for starry-eyed screenwriting ingénues to find you on Instagram.

Usually, you were patient in your responses, giving them as much advice as you could without being discouraging, but Lord of the Rings here had caught you on a bad night.

“No way!” he gushed, grinning widely. “I’m such a big fan of your writing. I swear, I’ve memorized the entire first season of The Drop.”

“Not the second, though?”

His face fell. “No, well – I, it’s a long series and…”

“I’m kidding,” you said with a smile. “That’s really nice.”

“I want to be a screenwriter myself, someday,” he said, shoving his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I’m in a program at UCLA and am searching for a summer internship. Any advice for someone who’s just starting out?”

Hesitant, you looked him up and down and wondered how honest to be. He seemed nice, looked hopeful and you were one hundred percent sure the industry would crush him.

“You want some advice?” you said as you stood from your seat. The light on the departures board had changed from red to green.

Eagerly, the guy nodded.

“Alright, here it is.” Slinging your bag over your chest, you said, “Don’t be a writer.”

The guy’s expression faltered. “What?”

“Don’t be a writer,” you said. “Screenwriting is one of the most fickle, unforgiving jobs in existence. Job security? None. Creativity? Only as much as shareholders allow. The industry will eat you up, spit you out and no one will give a damn. The glamorous profession you’ve dreamt of doesn’t exist. The best advice I can give you is run the other way.”

The guy stared at you, wide-eyed and for a moment, you felt a modicum of pity. Brushing this aside, you steeled your spine – better for him to find out now, while he could still change his major to something stable, like accounting.

“I, uh…” He paused, and then swallowed. “Thanks, I guess?”

“No problem,” you said, brushing past him as group numbers began to be called. At the last second, you turned around. “Best of luck in whatever you decide, though. Happy holidays, and all that.”

“Happy holidays,” he mumbled, in a daze.

As you entered the line, you bit down on your lip and began to regret your outburst. Some of your bitterness was based on your own experience; maybe his would be different. The guy had seemed excited and you’d just crushed his dreams.

Narrowing your gaze, you straightened. It would’ve happened to him sooner or later; of that you were certain. Better to warn him now than for him to learn it the hard way. You only wished someone had been kind enough to tell you this years ago.

Actually – a sliver of discomfort entered your thoughts, since someone had told you this last year. Someone had warned you about Darren, about your job and LA, but you’d chosen not to listen. Instead, you’d let your friendship crumble and hadn’t spoken to them since.

Just another reason going home for the holidays was going to suck. Going home meant you’d be forced to see Yoongi’s friends, which meant you’d be forced to see Hoseok. Yoongi and Hoseok were close, after all – they’d become friends in college, which was when Yoongi had been introduced to Sara.

It had been nearly a year now since you and Hoseok last spoke, despite having once considered him to be your best friend.

So, there it was. Reason six hundred and sixty-six why the holidays would suck. You were single, jobless and facing the imminent prospect of two weeks with people who either had their shit together or were a constant reminder of why you did not.

As you boarded the plane and settled into your seat, you pulled out your headphones and cranked up the volume. If you weren’t feeling particularly Christmas-y, you could at least try to numb the pain with alcohol and music.

Starting now, you decided, as you closed your eyes. Happy holidays, indeed.

[ TO BE CONTINUED ]

#teaser #hoseok fanfic #bts fanfic #A Holly Jolly Crisis

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ruzek-halstead · 3 years

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get me with those green eyes, baby

julie is unsure how to tell luke how she feels; she isn't sure if she can. so she does what she does best; she writes luke a song. why tell him if she can just sing it to him?

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Julie would be lying if she said every song she'd ever written since meeting Luke hadn't been about him.

Because they have. Every last one.

When unknown feelings started bubbling deep within her chest the more time she spent with Luke, she had to let them out somewhere. While she was never the type to keep things bottled up, she didn't necessarily enjoy spilling her guts (unless it was to Flynn). So, she opted for writing down her feelings. That usually ended up in lyrics and it wasn't like she could just show them to Luke because the boy was curious beyond belief and he would hound her until he knew exactly who it was about.

So, she locked everything in her dream box.

And yes, the boys were known to be a tad bit snoopy and go through her things, including the dream box. So, when Julie started locking up her deeply personal (borderline romantic) lyrics, she made it explicitly clear they were to go absolutely nowhere near her box.

She was mostly directing her words at Luke, who actively avoided eye contact while suppressing a smirk.

And they were respectful, she never had any further issues that she knew of; so, she continued writing.

It was only when they were faced with the choices of being stuck in the Hollywood Ghost Club forever or crossing over that she realized she wouldn't ever have to worry about Luke snooping through her personal things again.

He wouldn't be able to. He'd be gone.

So, Julie wondered: did she risk letting him go forever without telling him how she felt? Or tell him anyway but still risk him disappearing?

It was a tough choice that kept Julie reeling, but she found she didn't have much time in between. She didn't care that she would lose them when they crossed over; she would do what she could to ensure that they did.

With all the chaos, she didn't get the chance to talk to Luke, other than a quick moment to make sure he thanked her mom for bringing them to her when he saw her.

The tension was palpable and his gaze was intense. She was perfectly aware of Alex and Reggie only a few feet away, diligently pretending not to be listening but they both knew they were.

It wasn't the time or place for what Julie truly wanted to say, so she swallowed the words.

She didn't get another chance after that.

When they disappeared after their final bow, the pain was gutting. She continued to smile because this was a huge moment for her, for all of them, but they were gone. She thought she was ready, that she had mentally and emotionally prepared herself for their absence.

But nothing could prepare her for the immediate loneliness.

She wanted to be happy for them, and she was, deep down. But she had already suffered so much loss in her life, and this was only adding to it.

When she spotted them in the garage, tear-stained and in excruciating pain, all her emotions were overridden. All she could think about was saving them, no matter the cost, no matter the consequences. The desperation clawed at her throat; she couldn't bear seeing them in this much pain.

But then Luke delivered those few words: No music is worth making, Julie, if we're not making it with you.

She regretted not sharing her feelings but she was confident had an inkling of a clue. Even if she never explicitly said the words, he knew.

So, when she threw herself into his arms, she wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was air and she would most likely slam right into the wall instead. When she collided into his toned chest, she drowned in the moment, hardly even realizing that this shouldn't be possible.

But then she felt it.

She felt the softness of his suit beneath her fingers; she felt his hot breath fanning across her neck; and she felt his arms squeeze tighter around her waist.

Julie felt him.

It was impossible, they weren't sure how to explain it. Julie gazed at Luke's awestruck expression, tears leaking from his emerald eyes. And then he was somehow feeling better; her touch made him feel better and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. All she knew was that she had to try, so she quickly gathered Alex and Reggie as well and in awe, they watched as their Hollywood Ghost Club tattoos disappeared.

They did it.

The boys were free from Caleb and they still hadn't crossed over. Julie didn't have to give them up yet.

Of course, life continued to go on afterwards. The band was more popular than ever and Flynn was busy booking them gig after gig after gig. Not that they minded; it was exactly what they wanted to do in the first place. But the pressing thought never left them.

How long was this going to last?

It killed Julie to go on everyday, knowing that one day, she could walk into the studio, ready to rehearse and they could just be gone forever. It was one thing knowing, like how she knew last time. She was somewhat adequately prepared, but this time, it could happen at any time and she was far too attached now.

Julie knew she shouldn't bottle her feelings like she did last time. She had no idea when her last opportunity would be.

And Luke made her happy. He made her so happy.

One day she would be talking herself up, then the next she would be shutting down. She wasn't sure what to do, how to handle her feelings. Sometimes Luke could be so sickeningly sweet and the words were on the tip of her tongue but then he would do something so stupid or annoying that left her wanting to commit murder.

It was exhausting.

But then, one Saturday morning, Julie woke up with a fierce sense of determination and she thought: this is the day.

She wasn't sure where the surge of confidence came from, but she wasn't going to question it for fear that she would chicken out. Instead, she got herself ready for the day and dug through her dream box to pick out one of her most recently written songs.

Julie still wasn't sure how to verbally tell Luke how she felt; she wasn't sure if she could.

But why tell him when she could just sing it to him?

Julie marched down to the garage, mumbling a quick hello to her dad and Carlos who were making breakfast. Of course, the boys were glued to their instruments, most likely creating a new melody for a song Luke was working on.

"Jules, hey!" Luke greeted excitedly, his green eyes sparkling.

Julie scowled. He shouldn't be allowed to look at her like that.

"Alex, Reggie, do you guys mind going somewhere else? I need to talk to Luke."

Julie didn't mean for her words to sound so ominous; so much so that Alex and Reggie shot curious eyes to Luke, no doubt wondering what he did now. But she was a woman on a mission and she didn't have time to waste. Any time wasted was just her getting closer to backing out.

"Sure," Reggie drawled slowly. His eyes shot back and forth between Julie, with her lips pursed and hands on her hips and Luke, who frankly looked quite scared. Reggie and Alex poofed out, only muttering a quick good luck to Luke.

Immediately, Luke started rambling.

"Whatever I did, I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot, you know this, I'm—"

Julie shook her head. "Shut up."

But for some reason, he kept talking and Julie huffed in frustration.

Julie stepped across the studio, stopped right in front of Luke and his words died on his tongue. She reached for his guitar and pulled the strap from around him, placing it back on its stand.

Luke was more confused than ever.

Julie grabbed his biceps and pushed him back towards a stool. "Sit," she demanded.

"Julie, what's going on?"

"Please, just stop talking."

Julie made her way to the piano, sitting down on the bench and letting her fingers rest on the keys. It brought her some comfort for what she was about to do. Her eyes glanced up towards Luke, who was biting his lip nervously.

"I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to sing it."

"Julie—"

"Luke, please," she breathed quietly and his eyes snapped to hers sympathetically. "Just listen."

Luke nodded in response. Julie could see his inability to sit still for long kick in as his knee started bouncing up and down quickly. She noticed his green eyes darting nervously between the piano and her face; the entire situation was much too anxious for him to handle.

"I wrote you a song."

Before Julie could adequately appreciate the way Luke's jaw fell open, she took a deep breath and allowed the music to consume her. She'd been going over these lyrics for weeks now; they were the truest words she'd never spoken, straight from the heart because of some ghost she'd tried so hard to hate in the beginning.

Julie was completely terrified.

But she couldn't continue on not living to the fullest. It wasn't fair to her and if by some off chance Luke felt the same way and wanted to pursue this, it wasn't fair to him either.

the way you move is like a full on rainstorm

and i'm a house of cards

you're the kind of reckless that should send me running

but i kinda know that i won't get far

His approach could be so aggressive, so eager to get things done, that sometimes he bulldozed over everything in his way. It was an effective way to get things done, but Julie always appreciated the process. Ever since they first met, he gave off a troublemaker type of vibe. Mooning Trevor Wilson always came into mind, but Luke was also the first to help her sneak out of her house using her bedroom window. It's not like the idea never crossed her mind, but before she met the boys, she never really had a reason to.

Luke changed a lot of things for her.

and you stood there in front of me just

close enough to touch

close enough to hope you couldn't see

what i was thinking of

It truly never bothered her in the beginning that they couldn't touch. They were friends, bandmates, nothing more. But then he let her into his brilliant mind and as soon as they started writing together, everything started changing. Julie didn't want anything to change, she knew it would only complicate things, but she couldn't help it.

And then Perfect Harmony happened, and her mind so vividly showed her what it could feel like and ever since, she couldn't get rid of the urge to feel his soft skin under her fingertips.

After visiting his parents and their talk on her porch, it seemed like he knew what she was thinking. He seemed to want it too, if his actions were anything to go by, but it couldn't happen. It left her feeling a tad awkward, but as soon as she got into her house, she made a beeline for her bedroom and poured her thoughts and feelings into a new song about Luke.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

When she wrote this chorus, she was on a high after their Edge of Great performance.

It was nothing that could ever happen, but it was everything she imagined in her wildest dreams.

Every girl at her age had the kiss in the rain fantasy. Julie's really was a fantasy because every time she looked at him, it was just a cruel reminder of everything that couldn't be. But she yearned for it; for everything to change, for him to help ease her pain, for him to surprise the hell out of her one day by grabbing onto her waist and ceasing her many questions with his lips.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

His eyes were so captivating, Julie couldn't help but to mention them in every song she wrote. He knew exactly how to use them against her to get what he wanted and Julie was as weak to their power as anyone else. Sure, she put up a front; she had to, she was the boss, but his gaze truly made her weak in the knees. She dreamt of his eyes when she closed hers at night; she couldn't escape them even in her dreams.

The entire reason she was finally sharing this song with him in the first place was because the chances that he could disappear without warning were too high and risky. Julie knew that was a possibility, but her feelings for him were too strong to ignore. She wanted him and she wanted to be left with memories of what they could be together, because one day, when he wasn't around anymore, Julie could think back to all they shared together.

my mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea

you touch me once and it's really something

you find i'm even better than you imagined i would be

Oh God, she knew. She knew she and Luke could be so unbelievably destructive. There were so many things against them; she knew it was a bad idea. And she actually attempted to entertain those ideas, for the sake of Flynn and her own protection, but she couldn't anymore. Depriving herself of what she really wanted wasn't healthy and eventually she stopped trying to fight it.

She stopped trying to fight it the night of their Orpheum performance. When she felt Luke's arms around her, physically squeezing her as tightly as his muscles could manage, it changed everything. For better or for worse, she was completely invested now. Not just in Luke, but in all of the boys; they were family.

i'm on my guard for the rest of the world

but with you, i know it's no good

and i could wait patiently

but i really wish you would

Before the boys came into her life, Julie was on the edge. She was about to give up music, even though she loved music with her entire being. She just didn't have it in herself anymore; her muse was gone and she didn't want to share her music in a world where her mother couldn't witness it.

But then these three, random, cute, dorky boys showed up in her garage one day, claiming it was their studio and slowly, they wormed themselves into her heart. Julie didn't want to let them in right away, and she made that quite clear with her cold exterior. But then Luke just had to follow her out, pleading his case with the softest eyes and easily pulling at her heartstrings.

Julie felt her guard start to drop right there and then, and the more time she spent with those dorky boys, the less control she had. She quickly discovered there was no point in holding back around the boys. For teenage boys, they were highly perceptive to her emotions and when she wasn't being whole.

Every time Luke pulled her aside, using his words and his unbelievably intense eyes because he couldn't touch her, Julie felt her walls start to crumble. There was no reason to be anything but herself when she was with Luke; she felt it in her bones, their connection was unmatched.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie would be lying if she said she hadn't fantasized about her first kiss with Luke since he became corporeal.

How could she not?

She'd been thinking about him differently ever since her uncontrollable daydreams, but it was only ever in her mind; it could never happen in real life. And then all of a sudden, it could happen, but it was still beyond her wildest thoughts.

Sometimes she found herself with an urge at the worst of moments. Luke playing the melody he created for their latest lyrics and Julie should've been focusing on the music, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his lips. Or throughout any of their live performances, when they shared a single microphone because the fans seemed to love it (among others). They were so close together, Julie was genuinely afraid she would forget the lyrics because all she could think about was Luke and how much she needed him.

And then he'd flash his charming grin before pulling some ridiculously attractive guitar trick and Julie was once again left floundering.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie didn't want Luke to disappear.

She knew that more than ever now. She had prepared herself once, and she doesn't think she can do it again; it was far too painful.

But she knew, one day, their time would come. They'd have completed their unfinished business and they'd get the opportunity to move onto a better place. And she knew, they might not be around all the time, but they'd be watching. And she knew, when she closed her eyes at night, she would dream of Luke's smile and every emotion it brought to her soul.

i run my fingers through your hair

and watch the lights go wild

just keep on keeping your eyes on me

it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

and lead me up the staircase

won't you whisper, soft and slow

i'm captivated by you baby like a firework show

One thing Julie could commend was that touch came quite easily after everything changed. It happened subtly, with slow touches on the piano bench, then gentle touches on the small of Julie's back. Eventually, it progressed.

Julie realized, accidentally, that Luke loved getting his scalp scratched. She had collapsed against her headboard one late night, and Luke liked to check-in on her when she stayed up late doing school work. Upon spotting her exhausted eyes, he plopped down next to her, dropping his head in her lap. Julie was far too tired to protest or even consider the ramifications, but somehow her hand made its way to his brown locks. She played gently with his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp.

It was only for a second, and she quickly pulled away to grab her textbook. A low groan ripped through Luke's throat and he blindly reached up to grab her hand and pull it back to the crown of his head. It became their thing after that.

When Julie wrote the bridge of the song, she was high off energy from their latest show after they performed their brand new song. Their performance was electric as usual; it ended with Julie laughing, opening her eyes to find Luke staring at her in adoration.

She didn't even think about it when she threw her arms around his neck in a celebratory hug.

Even when they pulled away from each other and the crowd was still cheering, Alex and Reggie somewhere on the stage around them, she couldn't focus on anything except his bright smile.

Luke quite literally captivated her with every little thing he did.

She thought for a moment: this might be it, maybe he'll finally kiss me. But truth be told, Julie was glad he didn't. If it was going to happen, she didn't want it to be there, in front of hundreds of people. She wanted a private moment, just between her and Luke; that was all she needed.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie was coming to the end of the song now and she hadn't dared to look and see Luke's reaction. She wasn't sure she could handle any rejection should it come, but she knew she couldn't hold in her feelings anymore either.

Regardless of the result, Julie was still proud of herself. She put herself out there in a way she'd never done before and it was a big step in building her confidence.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt you when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie rounded off the song with the last few keys on the piano, taking a slow, deep breath when her fingers ceased moving.

She didn't want to look up, didn't want to see his reaction for fear of what she might see. Luke was always very expressive; even when he didn't know exactly what to say, he would ramble on until he eventually figured it out.

But this was different.

Julie was actually trying to tell him something, trying to tell him exactly how she felt in the best way she knew how; songwriting and singing. She paled for a moment; what if he didn't even understand what she was trying to say?

"Julie."

His voice seemed amused, and her eyes immediately snapped up to meet his.

Luke was now standing in front of the stool, unabashedly holding a smile that caused her to let out a large sigh of relief. Her hands automatically flew up to cover her face in mortification.

Stick to your guns, Jules.

But she couldn't. She felt like she was going to melt into a puddle.

Julie heard Luke approach and slide onto the piano in front of her. "Julie," he laughed, and she didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. "Can you look at me?"

Before Julie could begrudgingly pull her hands away from her face, his hands reached down to circle around her wrists and pull gently. His eyes were soft, scanning her rosy cheeks and glassy eyes. She knew she shouldn't be crying, there was absolutely no need to, but her emotions were running high and this was a really huge move for her.

Julie hesitantly met his eyes. His hands stayed cuffed around her wrists, now resting in his lap. "Jules, that was beautiful. What's wrong?"

"I'm mildly mortified," Julie replied honestly, eyes dropping to the brand new guitar pick necklace Willie had given him (one for each of the boys and a new bracelet for Julie).

"Why?"

Julie's eyes snapped back up to glare at him. "Because I just basically spilled my guts out to you in the best way I know how and you haven't said anything!"

Luke didn't look phased at her change in attitude or the frustration she was throwing his way. He always knew the best way to handle her; talk her down when she needed it, or give her a reality check when she was too in her head (she'd be sure to do the same).

Instead, his hand moved to angle her chin so she couldn't avoid his gaze anymore. "Because I wanted you to look at me when I told you."

"Told me what?"

"That I love your song," Luke said softly, fingers reaching up to caress her cheek. Julie struggled to maintain eye contact when he looked at her like she had stars in her eyes and he said things like that. "And I think I've known for a while, but you know me. I'm not good at dealing with feelings."

Julie leaned into his touch. He wasn't exactly being clear, but it was Luke, so she wasn't exactly surprised.

He blinked, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. "Jules, I think I might be in love with you."

Julie's eyes softened, chest constricting with a multitude of emotions. Now it was Luke who was actively avoiding meeting her eyes, though he still couldn't find it in himself to stop talking.

"Not that I really know what it means. I've never been in love, but I think it's what I feel," he rambled on. "You came into my life when I really needed it. I'm better because of you; you make me better, Julie."

Julie decided it was about time she took hold of the reins again. After all, this was her idea all along. She placed her hands on either side of his face, breaking free from his hold. She pulled his face down, meeting him halfway. Julie hesitated, giving him the chance to pull back if he wanted to, but he really didn't want to.

Luke closed the rest of the distance between them, gently pressing his lips against Julie's. It was soft and simple and over way too soon, but Luke didn't want to push it.

He most definitely had just confessed his love for her and the reality was starting to hit him hard.

So, he made a joke.

"I'm sorry our first kiss wasn't on the sidewalk in the pouring rain."

A reference to her song. The push they needed.

And even though awkwardness was starting to creep up on Luke, a smirk slid its way onto Julie's lips.

"Don't worry; we'll have time for that."

Before Luke's lips could appreciate the grin he wore, Julie reeled him back in, pressing her lips firmly to his once again. Her hands found his way to his neck, slipping into his hair and scratching his scalp just the way he liked it. Luke let out a groan, unwillingly pulling away from her.

"Julie, if you don't stop, I may pass out from cardiac arrest," he mumbled, trying and failing to control his breathing.

Julie let out a short laugh. She started her day with so much confidence and it slowly swindled into uncertainty, but it all worked out. She just needed to trust herself, her feelings and Luke.

"By the way," Julie added, resting her elbows on his knees as she looked up at him in adoration, "I think I'm in love with you too."

Luke would never push her, but he couldn't lie and say he wasn't itching to hear the words. Everything she said in the song sent him into overdrive, but nothing compared to hearing her say it like that.

"Why don't we go write a song about it?"

"Good idea. I'm feeling especially inspired at the moment."

Luke leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Julie's nose. She scrunched her nose adorably in response.

"Me too, Jules."

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