#when hes in the center n he smiles at the camera while he’s dancing it always fucking gets me 😭
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i finally watched the poppin love track video w the sound on is kun actually really charismatic or do i just have feelings for him n want him badly
#when hes in the center n he smiles at the camera while he’s dancing it always fucking gets me 😭#when he does it in the action figure performance video as he goes back into formation… twirling my hair#in bad alive when he’s doing his cunty walk down the middle n joins the rest of them w thehip thrusting#he’s so sexy what if i said i’ve never wanted another man this bad before.#.txt
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Tiktok trends | Chris Sturniolo
Chris Sturniolo x reader
Summary: 4 times that Y/N and Chris made a couple's trend on tiktok.
Warning: None.
Requested?: Yes, by anon.
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
PS.: This happens in the same universe as the Guess who's who | Chris Sturniolo.
PS. 2: I made a part 2!
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Since the pandemic, tiktok has become one of the most used social media in the whole world, thousands of people download it every day and thousands more create content daily or, sometimes, just post a video that explodes in views, many of them starting a career with it, or creating a hobby from it.
And that's what happened in Y/N's life. She was still finishing high school when she posted her first video on the app, not expecting it to get more than 10 likes.
She was at the triplets' house, still in Boston, watching a movie with her boyfriend, when that same video exploded, reaching more than 300 thousand views and 150 thousand likes.
So, while Matt, Nick, and Chris were starting their careers on their new YouTube channel, Y/N was starting hers on TikTok.
Fans loved the fact that Chris's girlfriend had a TikTok account and posted regularly, after all, she lived with him in LA, which meant that the fandom had content of her and him together almost weekly.
Y/N was the typical influencer who participated in all the trends that interested her, from dancing or singing famous songs to recording herself cooking different recipes.
But the ones she loved most were the couple trends, and it was nothing that a few minutes of begging Chris to do them with her couldn't convince him.
Secretly, the boy loved making that mini videos for TikTok with Y/N; he adored showing that he was hers, how much he loved her, and how obsessed he was with her.
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Chris positioned Y/N's phone on top of his computer desk, the device resting on his laptop with the screen facing forward, the TikTok camera already open, and with the audio already selected.
The boy took his Prada wallet from the back pocket of his baggy jeans, leaving it ready in his hand, hiding it behind his back.
His blue eyes glanced briefly at Y/N, who was on his right side and out of the camera's frame, a smile on her face as she admired him, waiting for the recording to begin.
He extended his right arm, clicking the red button in the bottom center of the screen. The melody of the chorus of Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America by Gym Glass Heroes began to play.
"Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like"
Chris removed his hand that was hidden behind his back, showing the black wallet and opening it, holding it on the left side so that the right side was exposed to the camera, the transparent plastic holding a small picture of Y/N. His face appeared on the right side of the screen, a sideways smile decorating his face.
The girl was lying on Chris's chest in the picture, probably in their bed, the room was dark and the camera's flash completely illuminated her face, a big smile adorned her features along with her closed eyes.
Chris brought his wallet closer to the phone's front camera, holding it there for a few seconds before lifting it slowly and lowering it quickly while moving slightly to the right side.
"Take a look at my girlfriend"
Y/N's figure appeared where the wallet was, wearing a pink set from Fresh Love, a soft smile on her face as her eyes focused on Chris, a passionate glow in them.
"She's the only one I got (ba-ba-da-da)"
Chris returned the smile, placing his wallet on the desk and pulling his girlfriend's body against his, filling her face and neck with kisses. Y/N, throwing her head back with her mouth open in silent laughter, was the last image the camera captured before the tiktok ended.
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Y/N docked her phone in the phone holder attached to the dashboard of the triplets' car, which she asked Matt to borrow the keys so she could go out to lunch with Chris.
She lowered the device's screen brightness, leaving it at minimum so that Chris wouldn't see the TikTok camera opened. Her eyes quickly went to her boyfriend next to her, seeing him scrolling through his own cell, probably looking for a nice restaurant for them to eat at, as Y/N had asked him to do.
She quickly clicked the red record button at the bottom of the screen, smiling briefly at it, an amused gleam in her eyes.
"There's this Osteria Mozza that looks cool. It's Italian, just how you like it." Chris commented, his eyes still focused on his own phone screen as he read the restaurant's reviews.
"Great, I feel like eating pasta." Y/N nodded quickly. "Let me just touch up my lip gloss real quick." She asked, turning her body sideways and reaching over to the seat where Nick normally sits, grabbing her purse.
She pulled it forward, slamming the side of it against the back of Chris' head, before placing it on her lap.
"Ouch, fuck! What was that for?" Chris's voice was high pitched due to the surprise of the impact, his cap almost falling off his head as his right hand left his phone and went to his hair, fixing the piece there while he looked exasperatedly at his girlfriend, his blue eyes wide.
The girl pressed her lips together as she tried to hold back her laughter, clearing her throat momentarily. She opened her purse and took out her Dior lip gloss.
"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't even notice. Are you okay?" Y/N glanced at him quickly, her brow furrowed in false concern.
"Yes, just be careful next time." Chris asked, removing his hand from his cap before turning his attention back to his phone.
Y/N closed the zipper after reapplying her lip gloss, anticipating her boyfriend's final reaction before turning her body again, raising her arm and taking the purse to the backseat, slamming it into Chris again, this time hitting his nose.
"Babe! What the fuck?" He frowned, turning abruptly to her as he brought his hand up to his nose, rubbing the area. "What the hell are you doing?"
A sound of laughter escaped Y/N's throat, her mouth falling open as a laugh escaped freely, her head falling back. Chris watched her as if she were crazy, the beginning of a smile appearing on his lips, his blue eyes running over her expressions.
"I'm sorry baby, it was for a tiktok. You're so funny." She said amidst laughter, pointing to her phone that was still recording them.
Chris rolled his eyes, a big smile taking over his features as his hand reached for the device. He widened his eyes at the camera playfully before clicking the red button again, stopping the recording.
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Y/N took advantage of the fact that Chris was still brushing his teeth in the bathroom of their bedroom to position her phone on the nightstand on her side of the bed, the front camera capturing an entire side of the room.
She pressed her lips into a thin line, trying to contain her laughter in anticipation as she grabbed her pillow and blanket from the bed, gathering them both under her arm.
"Chris, I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight." Y/N spoke out loud, intending for the boy to hear her.
And he did, lifting his head abruptly and turning his body completely towards her, his toothbrush in hand and toothpaste on his lips.
"What?" His voice was muffled by his full mouth, his eyes wide as he watched her in surprise.
"I'm going to sleep on the couch today." She repeated, looking directly at him this time, making sure her body wasn't in full view of the camera or cutting into Chris's image.
"What? Why?" Chris asked again, a thread of sadness crossing his blue eyes as his brow furrowed, his mind working hard to try to understand what he had done wrong. A pain took over Y/N's heart, wanting to give up on the idea right then and there.
"I'm going to sleep in the living room, on the couch." Y/N spoke one last time, turning around and walking towards the bedroom door, in order to open it, but her action was stopped by the brunette, who spat the paste in his mouth into the sink and dropped the brush, running towards the girl.
"Wait, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the floor above a blanket or something, and tomorrow morning, we'll talk about it. Just don't let me sleep alone." He asked in a desperate tone, taking her arm and pulling her close, wanting to hug her and apologize for whatever he had done, even without knowing what it was.
Y/N looked into Chris' eyes, her own wide in surprise. She didn't expect that.
"Oh my baby, no! It's a prank, just a tiktok trend." The girl explained quickly, pointing briefly to the phone still recording before pulling Chris into her arms, feeling her eyes filling with tears and her heart warming with love.
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"Nick, this is not that difficult. They only have two types: pink and purple, I want the pink one! Are you dumb?" Chris was talking loudly, his phone pressed on his ear as he was on a call with his brother, having asked Nick to buy a specific candy he knew Y/N liked on his quick trip to Target.
Y/N walked towards him with her own phone in hand already recording, the rear camera facing Chris, who was sitting on their bed with his back against the headboard, the blanket covering half of his body as the sound of a random series came out of the television.
The girl was only wearing small cycling black shorts and a Chris t-shirt that was huge on her body, covering her bra-free boobs.
She walked closer as she watched her boyfriend fight with his brother, a look of boredom in his eyes that quickly met hers, a small smile appearing on his face as he sent her a wink.
Y/N smiled back before stopping her steps, her free hand going to the hem of her - his - t-shirt and pulling it up a second later, exposing her boobs to Chris.
His blue eyes widened in a matter of seconds, his mouth opening into a perfect O. Nick's voice sounded shouting from the other side, demanding that Chris responded, but to his ears, everything seemed to have gone silent.
"Nick, buy anything, you name it. I need to take care of one thing right now, I mean, two." The brunette spoke weakly into his phone, lowering the device and clicking the red button to hang up the call without even looking at it, completely ignoring Nick's voice on the other end.
The girl let out a laugh, the image of Chris standing up abruptly and pulling Y/N against his body being the last thing captured on camera, before the tiktok ended.
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Hi could u write something about wonbin secretly dating the reader who is another idol !! reader is kind of an airhead in her group (who is under SM too!!!) and she’s a really good dancer and she has many fans !! one day she’s invited with 2 of her members to a tv show (like running man, knowing brothers etc) and there is also wonbin and riize members too !!! anyway one MC could make a joke about crushing or wanting to date the reader and wonbin would feel jealous, he then would make sneaky remarks about how he and the reader could make a great couple (so the fans could ship them hahaha) thank youuu
note; this was sm fun to write (and challenging bc i don’t really watch knowing brothers or running man so idk if i did well with writing about it), thank u anon for this request !! i changed it a little tho; instead of wonbin x reader already dating, i wanted to show how wonbin is secretly crushing on reader and gets jealous.. i hope you still like it !! <3 (it’s a bit long i’m sorry ㅜㅜ)
pairing; park wonbin x idol reader
warnings; a little bit of cursing
dancing together
your heart is heart shaking and your hands are sweating when you walk to the set of ‘knowing brothers’. it was your first time ever attending a variety show like this and you were nervous, you want to do your best but you don’t know if you’re variety show potential or not.
it hasn’t been long since your group debuted so you feel even more thankful that ‘knowing brothers’ invited you along with two of your other group members for their next episode.
some people think that they only invited you because you’re SM’s new girlgroup, they think that you guys got the big 3 privilege. what they don’t know is that being in one of the big 3 companies isn’t as much of an easy ride as they make it out to be and you all had demons to fight so you could finally debut.
“oh, they’re also here,” one of your group members softly nudges your side and you follow her gaze, your eyes landing on RIIZE. SM‘s boygroup that debuted a while ago.
“i can‘t believe our managers didn’t tell us that we wouldn’t be the only SM group here,” you whisper to your two group members.
“well, i don‘t mind. i can finally get to know sungchan,” the other group member giggles.
she has been crushing on sungchan since the minute she first landed eyes on him, but because of the fact that their schedule never aligns with your groups schedule, she didn’t really have time to get to know him.
well, none of you guys had the time to get to know any of the RIIZE members.
you try to catch a glimpse of park wonbin, the center of the boygroup.
your members don’t know this, but you’ve been eyeing wonbin for the longest time ever. everytime you guys walk past each other in the company building, you just feel something between the two of you. and you know that you’re not the only one who thinks that way ; especially when wonbin catches you staring and gives you a soft smile.
embarrassing, you think, he saw me staring at him.
what you don’t know about wonbin is that he has been eyeing you the whole time too. the second the company introduced the members for the new girlgroup, he was mesmerized by you. he made it his life’s mission to get to know you.
so the fact that he is here, at ‘knowing brothers’, with some of his group members, and you’re here too — it seems like the perfect opportunity to finally make a move.
when the cameras start rolling, your group enters first. getting hyped up by the people filming, the MC‘s and other guests, you gain confidence and the nervousness you were feeling a few minutes ago starts to fade.
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“oh, *y/n*, we heard that you’re the main dancer of your group,” one of the MC‘s points at you. “so we prepared something especially for you.”
it has been a while since the show started and your nervousness was completely gone, but when the MC grabs after your hand and pulls you to the middle of the supposed classroom, you feel your ears heating up a little.
“do you think you can do it?”
you take a look around the set, seeing how everyone is analyzing you — including wonbin.
you can’t let him see you being insecure. nope, you need to pull off your best.
“of course i can. i‘m the main dancer for a reason,” you smile, hearing your members cheer for you in the background.
the MC‘s stare at you, amazed by your confidence. they’re not the only ones though ; from the side of your eyes you see wonbin looking at you with a big grin on his face.
“seeing you so confident is refreshing, a lot of other idols would feel shy. it’s kind of cute,“ one of the MC‘s raises his eyebrow at you. ew. you’re so not feeling what he just said, but because the cameras are on, you can’t let your discomfort show, so you just laugh.
wonbin doesn’t notice that he put his hand in a fist when the MC called you cute until sungchan put a hand on his shoulder and told him to loosen up.
“you can’t let your jealousy show, wonbin.”
wonbin looks at him, acting like he doesn’t know what sungchan is talking about.
“jealous? why would i be jealous? i‘m not jealous.”
sungchan doesn’t answer, he just raises his eyebrows and grins at wonbin.
“the random dance play starts now!” the MC suddenly announces which brings wonbin’s whole attention back to you.
while the countdown to the first song started, the same MC who called you cute, walks closer to you . “a little spoiler; at some point, bite me by enhypen will play. i will jump in to do the partner dance with you.”
you had no choice but to press your lips together and smile. remember, it’s all for the show, you tell yourself.
the MC thought he was being slick with walking closer to you to tell you that, but he wasn’t as quiet as he probably intended to be because wonbin heard it. he heard what the MC told you.
“who does he think he is?” wonbin whispers to himself. “i‘m not going to let that happen.”
so far, the dances on the random dance play were all that you’ve done dance challenges to, so it wasn’t really hard. you were doing very good if you could say so yourself.
but the constant panic that keeps arising within you whenever the next song is supposed to play (because you just didn’t want to dance to bite me with the MC) is making it hard for you to focus.
and when the song finally plays, you close your eyes for the first few seconds because you weren’t ready for what’s about to happen.
taking a deep breath in and out, you open them again.. only to see wonbin right next to you, leading the dance.
wait? what?
you’re trying your best to not let the confusion show; why is he here? did he really just come up to dance with you? why would he do that?
the dance goes smoothly, it’s like the two of you were meant to dance together.
not to mention the fireworks that are exploding inside of you right now and they only grow bigger everytime wonbin even slightly touches you.
the whole time, wonbin is trying his hardest to not grin like an idiot because he’s enjoying this so much. he couldn’t care less about what everyone is thinking right now. for him, nothing else matters other than dancing together with you.
the music stops and you two freeze, just looking into each others eyes for a moment until you realize that you’re in public right now and everything is being filmed.
quickly, you bow to wonbin as a thank you and turn away from him to face the MC‘s (who are looking at you with big smiles).
“park wonbin,” the MC, who has been hitting on you the whole time, calls out.
wonbin turns to him, nodding. “yes?”
“you‘re quite the show stealer. and partner.”
wonbin doesn’t let himself get thrown offguard. instead, he puts on his best smile.
“i just thought that a main dancer should dance with another dancer. i didn’t intend to steal your moment, sir.. and also, don’t we look good together?” wonbin smiles at you.
the MC analyzes wonbin for a quick moment until he lets out the biggest laugh. “honestly, you danced way better than i could ever have. you matched *y/n*s energy very well and it’s true that you look good together.. almost like a couple.”
the other MC nodds in agreement. “seeing you two dance together makes me want to wish for a collab stage between the two of you in the future.”
now wonbin’s eyes wander over to you. his smile is so infectious that you feel the corners of your lips going up as well.
“well, *y/n*, let’s talk to our managers about this idea and make it happen.”
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“and.. cut! we are done!”
you let out a breath of relief. your first ever ‘knowing brothers’ appearance has offically ended. even though you enjoyed it, you can’t wait to go back to your dorm and just rest.
your members feel the same way.
“let us go change quickly,” one of them says when you guys walk to the backstage area.
somehow, your mind is still stuck on wonbin. you can’t believe what had happened. it feels like some kind of dream, or just something that you’ve imagined.
there’s no way that park wonbin wanted to dance with me, you just can’t seem to believe it.
being all in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that someone had walked up next to you.
“hey,” wonbin softly touches your shoulder which makes you stop walking.
“you were a great dance partner earlier.”
not being able to answer (because you can’t grasp the fact that he’s standing right in front of you), you just smile.
talk, say something, you pressure yourself. don’t look like an idiot in front of him right now when you’ve tried to show your best side the whole day.
“i should honestly thank you. really, i mean it. we did well together.”
wonbin smiles, his eyes sparkling, making it look like he has stars shining inside of them.
“i hope we can dance together sometime in the future too. and i don’t mean the collab stage.. i mean privately. like, only the two of us..”
wonbin can’t believe he just said that. it took him all the guts in the world but he’s happy that it’s out in the open, he’s happy to finally have the courage to ask you out (which is what he has been wanting to do for months).
hold on-
park wonbin?? is asking ME out??
you try your hardest to not stop breathing at this very moment.
“as in a date?”
wonbin scratches the back of his head. “yes.. uhm.. unless i was just imaging things and you don’t really want to get to know me the same way i want to get to know you.”
you stare at him while the fireworks you were feeling earlier are making a comeback.
“shit, yeah, maybe this was too much. i should probably just lea-” you cut wonbin off.
“i would love to dance with you again. privately.”
you’ve seen wonbin being all smiley the whole day but right now, you see the biggest smile on his face ever. as if he’s a little kid and someone gave him tons of sweets.
“cool.. more than cool. amazing. would you mind giving me your number so i can hit you up with the details later?”
you shake your head laughingly while typing in your number on wonbin’s phone.
once you give it back to him, his smile only grows bigger.
“okay, yeah.. i will text you. for sure. i just have to leave now, as you probably saw; sungchan keeps messaging me. uhm.. i can’t wait to see you again.”
before you could reply, wonbin turns around and you could swear that you heard him giggle while he excitedly walked (almost galloping) away.
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Our Last Dance
Harry Styles x fem!reader
Summery: Y/n is Harry’s childhood best friend and the only person he’s been able to hang onto as his popularity grew. Y/n wasn’t as successful in life, but she wants to be able to do something nice for Harry one last time.(inspired by Aftersun…Warning: there is a lot of detail about vomit in this if that bothers you and depression/suicide.)
“It’s not much, but it’s right by the beach so I thought it might be nice.” I’ve known Harry for over two decades. He’s been my best friend since I was seven, I know everything there is to know about him. I know who he is, yet I still can’t help but feel ashamed when we stumble into the dusty hotel room, one large king sized bed sat in the center of the room and a balcony overlooking the blue oceans of Italy and an old handy cam from nineteen ninety something dangling from my wrist.
“No, no. It’s great.” Placing his suitcase on the tile flooring of the small bathroom, he flashes me a genuine smile before he peels back the bedsheets and checks the corners thoroughly for anything that could raise red flags.
“I could have sworn I paid for two beds, I don’t know how they mixed that up.” Running a hand through my hair, it only now hit me that there was only one place to sleep in the room. Usually, it would be no big deal seeing as Harry and I often spend our time together glued at the hip in his large bed or cramped together in my mid sized one. But I paid extra money to have the extra mattress, and money was tighter than usual and I just wanted everything to be perfect.
Harry simply shrugged it off, laying back against the headboard while dialing the front desks number with his right hand and welcoming me into his arms with his left one.
“I don’t have cooties, you know.” Shooting him a glare, I lay my head against his chest and take the phone in my hand that wasn’t wrapped underneath his waist. I feel one of his hands play around with the band on my wrist to grab the camera from me while he waits. The phone rings for some time before the monotone voice of the teenager working the front desk cracked through the shitty phone speakers.
Harry didn’t listen to much of the conversation, choosing to run his fingers through my hair and hum quietly under his breath, playing around with any buttons he could find on the camera.
“So thats the best you can do?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten like an elastic band. I raised from my spot on Harry’s chest, sitting on my knees and slouching in defeat, “No, I don’t need that. If I could get my money back though, for the extra bed?” Looking at Harry, I shook my head in question, sighing without making a sound.
“Yeah, that would be great. Thank you so much.” Before I could continue my passive aggressive approach to the situation, the line beeped dead and Harry began to crack a smile.
“’s not funny!” I slurred my words, feeling the ache between my bones hit me at that very moment. I let my body fall into Harry’s chest once again, sighing at the vanilla scent from his cologne that fills my nose and the warmth from his body despite the sweltering heat from the Italian summer making our joints extra sticky with sweat. A soft thud on the bedside table on Harry’s side tells me he’s done playing around on the camera and has turned his full attention to me.
“I don’t mind being stuck with you, y’know.” He tries to downplay the situation, diffusing my rising anxiety about expenses he recognizes in my mannerisms and my attitude. Huffing in response, I roll off of him and sprawl out like a starfish. My eyes find a home in the ceiling and I feel Harry take my right hand in his, “Why don’t we go to the pool? Why waste such a nice night pouting, yeah?” He tilts his head towards our bags that are still in the bathroom, and when our eyes meet, we both know someway or another he’s going to drag me down there.
“Race you?” I regret my words when I feel him scramble off the bed beside me, letting me get tangled in the sheets while he strips into his bright yellow swim trunks and dad-like flip flops. I laugh about it not being fair while I clasp my top in the back and desperately try and kick my sandals on but he’s already out the door, leaving it wide open as he runs down the slippery stairs and all but dives into the deep end of the teal waters.
“Come on in, the waters just fine!” He laughs, urging me to join him and I’ve never felt more alive as I full sprint off the edge of the cement and fall into the pool with my best friend.
“I call it a tie!” Water falls from my hairline as I break the water’s surface.
“What? No way, I smoked your ass!” Harry splashes me, hopping back when he sees me approaching him with a mischievous grin.
“You had a false start, I was not ready. So, as the officiator of this match, I have decided to add on penalty time meaning we tied.” The water creates a wave like pattern on our bodies, illuminating our sun kissed skin a hue of bluish-green and hiding any fading sunburns from the beginning of summer.
“You little minx!” He rushes towards me and I can feel my heart beating through my chest.
When he wraps his arms around my torso and threatens to dunk me, I can’t help the ugly giggles that bubble out of my mouth and shake my whole body. I can’t help the way my hands claw at his skin to keep me afloat even though I know he would never dunk me if I didn’t want him to or the way his laughter only makes my ribs tougher and my stomach ache worse.
“If I go down, I’m taking you with me!” Wrapping my hands around his shoulders, I somehow manage to maneuver myself in a way that has us both flipping into the six foot deep end.
I imagine the people who are sleeping just beside the pool are thankful for the brief silence when we are submerged, and I swear someone screams at us to shut the hell up when we start coughing and screaming again at the sudden chill of pool water soaking our drying skin.
“Best vacation ever!” Harry yells it in my ear, watching how I flinch away and cover my ears with my fingers and grimace, bearing all my teeth when I groan through them but also smiling while I do it.
I jump up onto his back, holding him like a koala bear and try my best not to slip off of his wet body.
“I know!” Somehow, we end up in the water again, and I don’t mind the sting of water in my nose or how I cough a large amount of it out over the edge of the pool when we break the surface again because Harry’s patting my back while I do it, and I do the same for him.
It’s funny and delirious and stupid, but the pool is occupied by us until our skin is pruned until there’s no more wrinkles to create and our lips are more blue than the water we swim in. And I swear, it feels like flying.
“One long island on the rocks!” He held up one finger but quickly held up another and corrected himself, “No, wait, two! Two on the rocks please!” He slurred, slapping a twenty down on the bar and handing one of the orangey-red drinks to me.
The glasses clinked together, sloshing the liquid within them and knocking my lime to the ground with a splat. Still, neither of us cared much, choosing to smile and laugh while we make our way back to the sandy shores of the nearby beach.
“This tastes so good! He knew what he was doing!” Pointing at my glass, I nod my head enthusiastically, feeling my cheeks start to hurt with how big I was smiling.
“No, you’re just drunk! I would know, I am too!” Harry stumbles all the way to the sand, downing the glass and setting it on the top of a nearby trashcan along with my half finished one.
“Heyyy, I wasn’t done!” Taking my hands in his, Harry begins pulling me to the waves that crashed down onto the sand, laughing at how my feet struggle to keep up with his in our drunken states.
“Come on, I’m hot!” The water hit our skin like a ton of bricks, tiny icicles hitting up to our hips and before we could turn back, a large wave knocked us over and fully submerged our goosebump covered bodies.
“Holy shit! Holy shit!” It didn’t necessarily hurt, being in the water and splashing around in it’s freezing temperatures, but it was shocking, especially with the extra heat of alcohol roasting us underneath the warmth of the summer sun.
Neither of us speak for a moment, choosing to hold our arms away from our bodies and look down at ourselves like we are trying to air dry our limbs after the accidental ice bath.
A puff of air leaves Harry’s mouth, followed by another and another. I look up to see him, and he’s already looking at me with a smile plastered on his face and giggles falling from his drunken lips. I’m only acutely aware of the heavy feelings in my limbs, but my own giggles falling from my lips mask the weird sensation and I don’t really care for it.
“You have seaweed on your…” Pointing to the top of his head, I look at the very small piece of the plant tangled in his curly brown hair, it almost looks like it’s part of it.
Harry picks it out, dangling in front of his face and smiling at it for a second. Then, he throws it at me.
“Ew! No-Harry!” Flinching away, I splash more water onto the both of us and feel the shock of it too, but I can’t stop moving, even after it’s fallen into the water in front of me, only barely touching my arm. Harry doesn’t seem to mind the water anymore though, sitting back and watching my overdramatic reaction to his antics. It’s only after I stop flailing about that he leans his too half into the water, scooping up a larger chunk of the plant and staring at me like a man with a plan.
“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare!” Running through the water feels impossible, each stride I take being slowed by the movement of the shallow waves and the uneven surface of the rocks and the sand underneath my feet. I can hear his breathing just behind my ears, and the sloshing of his feet breaking through the water makes my heart pound faster.
I’m not sure where the chase disperses, when he gets tired of chasing me and decides to call a truce, but Harry stops chasing me after a good long while, metallic taste in our mouths rising from our throats and breathing so heavy, I think for a second I’ll have to go running to find Harry’s inhaler.
“Are you okay?” His voice fades in and out of my ears, I’m too focused on the taste in my throat and the steady restriction of my throat. I feel it bubbling up, and the saliva in my mouth seems to multiply. I’m on the brink of sobriety, or something close to it, so when he calls after me as I fight my way out of the ocean, I keep steady on my path to the one open trashcan just down the shore.
My hands grip the edge of the hot black plastic rim, bending myself forward and popping my foot up to better submerge myself into the opening. A gag followed by another and another shakes my entire body before everything spews out of me in an orangey-lime colored mess. I can still taste the alcohol on my breath, and I can feel the tears behind my eyes.
Harry came to rub my back and hold my hair, rubbing circles and looking away so I won’t feel embarrassed after.
Rising from the trashcan, I notice he also looks a bit paler than before, his eyes carry a baggage I never noticed and his lips are chapped.
“Fuck.” Wiping anything that could have gotten on my lips away, Harry laughs at me in the same drunken way he did in the water.
“What? What?!” I catch myself laughing, holding my stomach and feeling it turn underneath my palms. He directs his head towards the ocean, leaning against the trashcan now and somehow ignoring the smell.
“Real amateur move, just threw up in the great big ocean like any other person.” He jokes, and I feel my face contort with disgust. I would have laughed harder if I were still completely hammered, but after physically ridding myself of most of what I have consumed within the past few hours, I’m beginning to feel the effects washing off and leaving behind an intense pounding in my head.
“You’re disgusting.” Looking behind me, I make sure Harry is still following me. The day isn’t even close to being over yet, but with us pouring down shots at ten in the morning like it’s water, it feels more like midnight rather than midday.
Weaving between dirt paths made from excessive use on grassy areas and sidewalks that lead us to where we need to be, Harry and I are complaining about how heavy our feet feel and how tired we are getting. The drunk highs have already passed and all we can focus on is the plushy bed waiting for us at the hotel.
“Y/n!” Harry’s hand pulls me back, his chest hitting my spine with the force he uses against me. My foot that had stepped off of the sidewalk to cross the road to get to our hotel is yanked back onto the higher ground, a bus honking as it speeds by. I can feel his heartbeat pounding into my body and the sweat gathering on his palms. He mumbles something under his breath, the but ringing of the horn is still overwhelming my eardrums and drowning out everything else.
Truly, I don’t care that much about the incident, it wouldn’t mean much anyway if I had kept going. I probably would have made it, or worse case scenario, the wheel nicks my foot. But it has Harry all up in arms, checking the road on both sides multiple times before he decides it’s safe to cross. I’ll blame it on my drunkenness or my tiredness, and Harry will scold me, if we don’t fall asleep first. Which we do.
Or rather, he does.
The softness of the bed is nice, something that I was able to sink into the night before when I reached a point of absolute exhaustion, but now it feels too soft on my back that is used to my hard mattress at home. The pillows are flat, or at least mine are, and the blankets are scratchy.
The tiles in the bathroom are cold, a deep blue color that compliments the boring grey walls nicely. The toilet creaks as I shift all my weight down onto it, a bottle that resembles aloe vera to my left and a bucket of water to my right.
The cap pops open quietly, and the gel pours out of it with a fight. It’s been left behind somehow, and nobody has come to collect it. It’s gooey and it smells odd, sticking together in clumps between my fingers and pulling at my arm hair when I try to spread it.
My eyes are too heavy and my fingers are lazy, I can’t even try to fight against the thick mess rubbing into my skin.
Sighing, I give up on the gel, not liking the tug, even though the cold feels good on my skin. It’s when I close the cap again, holding the previously discarded bottle in my hands I realize I’ve read it wrong in my sleepy haze. It’s only so gooey because it’s not aloe vera, but rather a hair gel with aloe vera in it.
“What the fuck?” It goes straight into the trash, right next to the water bucket which is swiftly slid over to sit right in front of me, propped between my ankles.
It doesn’t pull off easy, taking some hair with it. My skin feels slimy for a little, but no longer sticky. I think it’s probably because in a way, I’ve just waxed my arms because I’m too damn lazy to thoroughly read a bottle. Other than the horrible feeling of it, I don’t mind the inconvenience of it. It wasn’t like I was going to sleep anytime soon, and it distracted from the pounding in my head. I wonder silently if Harry packed anything for pain? I hadn’t, I’d barely remembered to pack enough shirts and he always has those kind of things.
Treading lightly along the carpeted floors and looking over my shoulder, I see Harry passed out on his stomach, a little wet spot collecting under his cheek which is firmly pressed against the comforter. The zipper to his bag is much louder than mine, it’s also ten times more expensive than mine and newer. But he has the money to spend, and I would do the same if I were him. I just wish with how much money it cost that they would have opted for a quieter zipper. I think back to when we were still in school, taking calculus and cheating off of each other and stealing notes. Harry was always a very heavy sleeper in his teen years, but it feels like the more well known he becomes, the more jumpy he is in his sleep. Maybe it’s because of the constant pressure of pleasing his fans or the rigorous schedule his team put him on in his early twenties, but it eases the aching in my chest to think it’s just because he’s getting older.
A tiny pack of aspirin catches my attention in the first pocket I open along side some deodorant and toothpaste. An odd combination, but very Harry.
Opening it with a struggle because of the damn child lock caps, I see there are only three left. All that struggle only to be able to take one. After all, it’s not mine and Harry would surely need more than me after the current coma he was inducing, his groaning and complaining is something I can already hear. I swallow it dry and drift over to the balcony.
The sun is still so high in the sky, it’s only just past one now. Children play and cars pass, the breeze is blowing my shirt against my body and cooling the sweat that is collecting on my upper lip.
Harry is passed out in bed and my body is more awake than ever. It’s funny because it’s usually him calling my phone late at night telling me he’s on the way over and to get myself ready because we’re going out. I smile to myself, all of our best memories happen just before we get drunk it seems like. The wine spilling on his carpet after his first grammy win, or the deep conversations curled up in the corner of some bar while we nurse some strong beverages and laugh about all of our shitty lovers and toxic exes.
“Harry.” Calling out to him from the balcony, I find it’s much more comfortable out here in the breeze, where it feels like flying if you stick out your arms and close your eyes, rather than laying like a dead man in a stuffy hotel room.
He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even shift. He still has the redness in his cheeks that tequila stains him with and the sweat collecting on his hairline. He looks completely at peace with himself, unbothered by the broken air conditioning and the overworked fan humming away in the corner.
I decide that just because he isn’t up for an adventure, I shouldn’t sit around and wait for him to find one. Theres a crinkled up receipt on the floor just by the foot of the bed, it’s got his name on the top and a long list of drinks down the length of it. I flip it over and flatten out. There’s no good pens, only a half dead one on the dresser that makes loud scratching sounds every time it passes over the paper.
Gone out, couldn’t sleep. Be back in an hour. Love you always and forever! Xoxo, your best friend.
It sits stuck with an edge trapped beneath the phone on the bedside table, the rest of it blows softly every time the fan rotates in that direction. Harry scrunches his nose slightly every time the breeze hits him, it feels nice in the summer heat and even better with the extra warmth in our veins. He doesn’t even know he’s doing it, it makes a moment like this sweeter. A memory only I’ll remember and get to carry with me.
I hope no matter what happens my brain never fails me, so that when I die and go wherever I’m supposed to be in the afterlife, I can still have my memories to hold onto and I’ll be able to carry his smile with me as I roam the empty earth alone.
“These glasses are nice.” My fingers run over the rims, feeling the smoothness of the glossy finish over the tortoiseshell color. Harry has a very similar pair, only the temple tips of his have worn down and there are scratches on the lenses. He has plenty of sunglasses, but he those are his favorite. He insists on wearing them even when some of his have never been touched.
“How much are they?” Holding them up to my eyes, I move them back and forth to watch the darkened parts of the world shrink and expand within the round boarders.
“A hundred.” The man behind the counter smiles nicely at me, watching how delicately my hands hold the glasses between my fingers. I clear my throat and fold the temples in.
“Sorry, in pounds?” He lulls his head back, thinking and clicking his tongue while he counts.
“About eighty five pounds, one hundred seven US dollars.” I nod my head and place them on the counter. As soon as I do so, the man seems to be quick to swoop them up and clean away any marks left behind with a cloth. It almost makes me laugh.
“Uhm…” I dig through my wallet, looking at what I have left. I’ve emptied most of my account into my wallet for this extended weekend. My savings going into the tickets and the hotel room, which felt more like a motel, and some change going towards drinks and food. Still, I have nearly double what I need for it left in my wallet and motivation that makes me dig it out of the leathery pocket and hand it over to the man. “Eighty five, right there.” I smile up at him and he smiles back. He gives me the glasses back in a fancy case with a magnetic button that seals them away safely which is wrapped tightly in light blue wrapping paper. It crinkles in my hands, but I think it’s just lovely. Harry will love it.
“Thank you. Have a good day!” A bell chimes when I exit the store, and the stifling heat outside makes my already prominent eye bags feel ten times heavier than before. I feel the same sluggish feeling I did after the beach, only this time it’s accompanied by a real sense of tiredness only the overly soft bed can fix.
The sounds of the passing cars and the ticking of crosswalk signals all sort of blur into the distance the closer I get to the room. My key is stuffed in with the crinkled bills and old coupons that have expired long ago. I’m so focused on getting into the warm comforts of the room, I don’t hear the shuffling around inside of it or the angelic humming of my best friend just on the other side of the door.
“Y/n/n!” He looks like he’s been hit by a bus. A really beautiful, clean, expensive bus. Even hungover with dry drool on his cheek the man still manages to resemble one of those greek statues that proudly display their defined features and sharp jawlines.
He has the bottle of Advil in one hand and the handy cam presses in the palm of the other. He moves it close to my face until I swat it down, laughing at him like he wanted.
My thumb presses against his cheek, my palm cupping his chin. I wipe away the dry drool and make a mental note to wash my hands before I touch anything else.
“Have a nice sleep?” His tongue pokes out of his mouth to lick away my hand and for the second time today I grimace in disgust and back off, but not before wiping the wet patch down his arm.
“It was okay. Woke up a little after you left, I think. Thought you up and left me until I found the note.” He jokes.
“How’d you know I wasn’t just in the bathroom then if you didn’t see the note?” I see now that he’s moved it over to another table in the room and that the phone it was under is moved to the further side of the table.
“I didn’t hear snoring.” I hit his arm. “Ow!”
“Asshole!” He laughs at me and for a second I think about hitting him again, but this time over the top of his head.
“You love me.” I shake my head, walking to the bathroom to piss or vomit, I’m not really sure.
“Nope.” I pop the ‘p’, closing the door and locking it in his face.
“Yes you do, you liar! You wrote it right here! Love you always and forever, xoxo, your best friend! You put two different kinds of love in one note! You must really love me!” I open the door and throw a towel at him before slamming it shut again.
“Don’t love you enough to not debate tossing you over the balcony right now!” I hear him laugh at that and for a second, as we wind down from our fits of giggles it’s completely quiet.
“I do love you though.” I admit softly, hunched over the toilet and smiling.
“I knew it!” I can practically hear his gloating grin in his shouting and I wonder how no one has come knocking at our door to tell us to shut up yet.
I shush him aggressively, placing a finger to my lips even though he cant see it, “Quiet! Please, can’t a girl throw up in peace?” Harry groans, but his back doesn’t lift from the door and his shadow doesn’t move.
“Do you need me to hold your hair?” I don’t answer him, instead I unlock the door, holding back a gag as the familiar restrictive feeling comes back up my throat. I’m on my knees when he walks in and his hands are threading through my hair as gently as possible.
“Let it all out.” He tries to be comforting, finding that his hands are big enough to hold my hair and rub my back at the same time. I don’t find it aggravating, in fact I think it’s kind of sweet that he cares so much, that he doesn’t completely ignore me because it’s gross. But I can’t lie and say I didn’t roll my eyes a little bit when he says it, because it feels just a little condescending and my mouth tastes bitter.
“Oh my god, please stop talking.” My head is back in the toilet, gagging up a mix of medication, ocean water, alcohol and old water from Harry’s water bottle. Harry’s laughing and I can’t help but too, but it comes out more as a dry cough followed by a string of spit into the water which only makes us laugh harder.
After some time, I think I’ve gotten it all out. Instead of being hunched over the toilet, by back is pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor and my arms are resting over Harry’s chest. The sound of our breathing fills the quiet room and we find that it’s very comfortable just sitting like this, in the company of the other.
“Harry,” He hums, turning his head to look at me even though mine is still facing the ceiling, “Did you turn off the camera?” He sits up quickly, huffing curses under his breath and looking to see how long he had been recording. My laughter echos throughout the room when he sees he’s captured the entire thing, shutting it off swiftly and storing it in an empty compartment in his bag.
He calls it stupid, a waste of space and useless, but I know he doesn’t think that. His sister gave it to me when she got her first phone and I’ve used it to record special trips ever since. He texted me to remind me to bring it, and I yell out to call him a dirty liar while he pouts around.
“Come on, we’ve been in bed all day. The weekend’s not passing any slower and we aren’t getting any younger!” He shook me vigorously, smiling that same toothy grin I remember from our childhood, and the same one that promised before he ever stepped foot onto a stage that he would never forget me, and would always be near. We’ve both changed, but it’s nice to know that some promises are forever.
I simply shrug Harry off, finding peace in the cocoon of our bedding that he had made for us in the middle of the night. Still, he’s persistent against my body, begging and pleading for me to just go with him and he hasn’t even said where he wants to go.
“We’ve only got two good nights left before we leave and this is one of them. Get up!” I don’t choose to listen to his whining, mumbling something about the cheep ass wine we found at the drug store around the block and the pounding in my head thats only gotten worse on this three day bender.
“You can’t still be hung over, get up. Come on, I planned something fun for us!” Again, he tries to take me with him. He knows that once I’m up, I’m up. I’ll easily follow him anywhere with anyone because with him, it’s just that simple.
“Harry.” I warn him, my voice airy and soft the first time and my eyes avoiding his playful expression. Still, he seems to find it all too entertaining that I’m so stubborn yet so easy to crack. He keeps pushing, literally, and begging and whining and talking.
“Harry, stop!” Sitting up from the blankets, for a second he thinks he’s won. I’m above the covers and facing him just like he wants but then he see’s the bags under my eyes and the haze hanging over my face. While I am up, no longer comforted by the security of the blankets, I am not able to leave the mattress. So, he backs away, scoffing under his breath and looking to the ceiling like I’ve just kicked him.
I can hear the faint sound of tapping by his side, the same sound I know to be of his thumb digging into his cuticles and picking away any fresh skin until he bleeds. Usually, I would at least tell him to stop, even if we were angry at each other, but today I find that I don’t really have the energy to do anything except slump into myself and hold my head in my hands.
“Jesus, Y/n.” He’s turned himself around so he’s looking out of the glass doors that lead to the small balcony. For a second it even looks like he’s tempted to slide them open and just be with the breeze, but he doesn’t do that. Instead, Harry has spun himself back around with the saddest look on his face and blotches of red produced from stress lining his neck.
“Harry, please. Maybe later, I just…I just don’t feel up to it right now.” I’m praying that he understands, he surely should. He better than anyone else would know the feeling of creeping aches in our joints and the heaviness of our mind.
“You’re never up to it.” Is what he says instead. He was never going to coddle me, that I understood. While he had in the past, we were never the over the top touchy people who survived solely off of the brush of a stray arm at a party or a compliment of a stranger at midnight.
His words have always been kind, but not this time it seems. Because they wobble a little when he says it and he doesn’t look very confident in how he’s standing. But I wouldn’t know because I can’t even look him in the eyes right now.
“We’ve spent the last couple days getting sick out of our minds in the bathroom, it smell’s like a bar in here and yet, you can’t even find it in you to push through for a few hours for your best friend?” He doesn’t really mean it that way, he’ll come back later tonight begging me to understand what he really meant, but just because Harry has always been kind does not mean he has always been smart. Sometimes, even the person who preaches kindness to everyone can be a foul man to the people he loves.
“You know that’s not what’s happening, stop being a jerk!” I scream but I don’t mean to. In fact, I don’t even know why I’m yelling because I’m not angry, or irritated or anything. It’s like I’ve been dragged through some slick mud, stuck in it with nothing to grab onto to pull me out, not even Harry. It keeps me here, in this bed, it’s paralysis through the brain. I can move but every cell in my body advises me to stay put.
Breathing heavily, Harry simply sticks his hands into his pockets, shoving his knuckles down so harshly that I can see the waist tug down just a little further on his stomach. His nose is flaring up and his lips moving with his tongue that swipes over his teeth.
“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, I really don’t, but you need to fix it.” It’s low coming from his mouth, almost like he wants me to hear it, but he doesn’t want to say it. My throat has gone dry now, eyes looking at his forehead rather than his eyes because now I can’t even stand the sight of him anymore. I’m so much more than tired and he doesn’t get it, my best friend doesn’t get it.
The door closes, the handle rattling with the force he shuts it with, and yet even though we’ve just blown up at each other all I can worry about is if he’d hung the do not disturb sign on the door or not. My best friend, my life has just walked out on me, blind with rage and all I can worry about is if someone will come knocking or not?
I’ve always known there was something wrong with me, the sunny Saturday’s not hitting quite the same and the good things always draining my body of the little life I had left to give. The other kids were never that way, going from party to party in high school and laughing like they had no tomorrow to worry about.
Theres something royally fucked up about me and I don’t know how to help it. I know that theres nothing wrong with what I have, but I can’t help but feel ashamed when I find the most interest in rotting away in some lumpy bed when the whole world is just at my fingertips and I can explore it all with a hell of a good man and best friend by my side.
A soft knock at the door pulls me from my self pity, and for a second I almost let myself believe that it could be Harry coming back. But the voice of an older woman knocking to see if anyone will answer and tell her to go away changes the image of Harry on the other side of the door into a woman hunched over with a cleaning cart and reality sets in.
“Sorry, I’m in here!” I call out, and when she doesn’t answer, I let myself become pulled from the bed, sitting up to answer it if I have to. The wheels of the cart move on to the rest of the hallway, a faint knock followed by the jingle of room keys tell me that she’s left, and so has Harry.
A trip I planned for him, one that I worked so hard to make possible just in case I were to never be put in a position where I could ever again, ruined because of myself. A selfish monster is crawling under my skin, over my bones and it just doesn’t feel right, why can’t I feel alright?
Hot tears are pouring down my cheeks, falling into my lap as I now sit in nothing more than a damp swimsuit and Harry’s old grey shirt I stole from him back in high school. It still smells like him, even after I’ve washed it over and over. I try not to because once it’s gone, and I fear that all leftover from our youth will become washed away and the cloudy haze of simplicity that comes with it.
“Oh, god!” The words heave out of me in a deep breath, cracking with each syllable. I try to rub my hands up and down against my thighs, but my hands are shaking and I can’t see all that well through my teary vision, I find myself clawing at the fat of my thighs, pressing deeper and deeper until the ache becomes so intense that my fingers stutter and break free.
I don’t think I could speak if I tried. It’s hard to scream when it’s hard to breathe, and my lungs are giving out right in front of me while I wail like a tall child, rocking slightly with each deep breath and the tremble of my joints.
Its dark, orange hues sinking into pitch black lit up by splintered streetlights and yellowed overhead lights shining through windows. The moon casts a streak of light through the glass doors, the same that lead out onto the balcony, and I can see the crescent shapes of my nails tattooed into my skin and red with blood.
Harry’s out getting drunk, probably bent over a pool table or people watching at the outdoor bar on the other side of the resort, and I imagine his velvet laugh hanging in the air and the gentle sound of his hushed dirty jokes whispered in my ears.
I hope he knows that I do love him, I only ever want him around forever, and if I could fix myself in every way to be more fit for you, I would. I just hope that someday he’ll forget all about this, and I could act happy.
“Are you still mad at me?” My arms are tucked over the sheets, hands clasped together and eyes glued to the ceiling, Harry does nothing more than breathe heavily out through his nose beside me in the same position I lay in.
“Harry?” I call again, the shuffle of my head rubbing against the pillow case filling the silence in the room.
It’s nearly the same time as the night before, our last day together spent avoiding speaking to each other, but our longing gazes speak for us, and we both recognize that we miss the company of the other.
“Harry, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to waste any of our time together, I just wasn’t feeling right.” I try to reason, and I don’t think it works until I see his head falling to the side to look at me, his hands unclasping so he can reach up and brush the flyaways out of my face.
“It’s okay.” He tells me with his palm pressed to my cheek, slowly moving to cradle my jawline with his pinky.
He wears a sad smile, one that tells me he’s still bothered. But, unfortunately for him, I’m a sick woman, not a nasty one.
“No, it’s not okay, it’s not and I’m sorry.” Shaking his shoulder with my hand, I find it in my sleep filled bones to pull the sheets off of both of us, slipping over his body to stand by the side of his bed where I start shaking him again.
“It’s not okay so let me make it up to you.” My hands find their way under his arms, trying my best to pull him from the mattress that has been dented with the shapes of our bodies.
He whines, closing his eyes and fighting a smile but doesn’t try to fight against my pull. He falls into my body with a grunt, eyelashes fluttering against my collar bone and the feeling of his lips curling into a secret smile against my shoulder, we both laugh silently, and my hands briefly rub at his back.
“Alright, come on idiot, get up because I’m taking you out. My treat!” Shoving him back into the bed, he bounces against the worn springs and settles back into place, hands folded over his stomach and a toothy grin on his face. I can see how his eyes shift, the same broken eyes from the night before mended into the same green ones I always knew, the same ones that were now subtly shifting around to observe my face, admiring my smile the way I do to him.
“We don’t have all night, come on!” And he’s up, feet padding behind mine with that same lopsided smile he’s worn since we started talking again and the same energy I’ve always known him to have.
We’re out the door within minutes, barely even put together when the door slams shut, just like before only now we’re both rushing down the steps, tripped over the gaps in the stairs and the weeds that grow within the cement.
“Come on, catch up!” I can’t stop laughing, no alcohol in my system and yet I’ve got the same rose colored haze covering my eyes and the same smile that bears all my teeth.
Harry is panting behind me, joking that without his trainer and daily routines he’s lost his touch, his feet slapping the ground with a loud thud every time they connect, breath heavy in my ears.
The moon hangs high in the sky, accompanied by millions of sparkling stars surrounding its welcoming glow and twinkling fairy lights hung from every nearby post to the next. You can yell and scream all you want and the music from the outdoor bar and the hum of the air conditioning will tune you out. It’s like free falling without the bone crush sprinting and weaving through these paths, it feels like living.
In the distance, from across the street just beyond the pools you can hear the music grow louder, my ears picking up on the strumming of a baseline and the tune of an old song that we used to sing not so long ago.
Freddie Mercury’s voice mixed with Bowie is something I believe to be heaven on earth, a mix that can never be over appreciated or overplayed. We’ve caught the beginning of the famous song and we both know it, and without a second glance, Harry smiles at me because he knows it better than anyone that I’ve set my heart on something tonight.
My palms are sweating in the humid summer night heat, but I grab onto Harry’s hand anyways and pull him along with me, only quickly checking both ways for cars as we sprint across the significantly newer cement and laugh. A car’s headlights appear just over the hill and a small blue car speeds past us once we’ve made it up the curb, but I don’t stop.
No, instead I’m turning my whole body to face him, only focused on the curly headed boy who’s held my heart in the palms of his hands since we were only kids running on the blacktop and through the muddy grass at school. I only hear his muffled laughter under the booming music and the crowd that takes up the makeshift dance floor at the bar.
His feet are planted on the floor and I can feel my hands slipping away from his, Freddie sings about the people on the streets, the snaps of the bridge quiet enough for my voice to begin reaching his ears.
“I don’t dance!” He shrugs his shoulders, letting his hands fall to his sides stubbornly as I back away towards the crowd even more, but I stick close by.
“Harry.” Tilting my head, I look at him knowingly. He does dance, within the tiling of my kitchen or the walls of his bedroom, on stage for his fans or at parties after a few too many shots. Harry does dance, he just wont.
“I never, ever dance.” He’s trying to convince me, trying to hide his smile that so desperately wants to break free.
Holding my arms out and moving my body back slowly, I smile at him fondly, “I’m dancing with or without you.” I’m getting farther away now, and he’s stuck in place, watching with his best poker face.
“I told you I love to dance!” Spinning around, I place my hands on my hips and do my worst dancing possible just to see the blush on his face rise into a peachy pink.
“Y/n/n, stop. This is embarrassing.” He tries to keep lying, but his words fade into a weak laugh at the end and his teeth show for just a second too long.
“This is embarrassing?” He knows I don’t believe him, I never did but still I find myself moving closer to the crowd, stepping to the beat and and swaying my hips and shoulders.
When I turn around, he’s looking at me in a way I’ve never seen before, like I’ve hung the sun and the stars all for him and spread them across the sky.
“What? Come on.” My arm slings around his shoulder, pulling him in and trapping him on the dance floor. He finds it funny, all this fight, but he’s breaking down and we both know it.
“Ready?” I tease, holding his biceps in my hands and trying to move in the same way I just was. He tries to tell me to stop, by I don’t pay him any attention as I tell him, “Let’s dance.”
“Stop!” He shoves me back playfully, but his smile is showing all his teeth and his laugh is filled with pure happiness, he doesn’t even try to fight when I pull him back onto the floor, dancing with him with no real rhythm or rules.
I feel his heartbeat against mine, our bodies pressed together tightly as he spins me in his arms like real friends do.
‘Cause loves such an old-fashioned word and love dares you to care for the people(people on the streets) on the edge of the night and love(people on the streets) dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves.
He spins me around and holds my head in his hands, I can smell the toothpaste on his lips and feel the scars from his guitar on his pointer and his thumb.
This is our last dance, this is our last dance
“Have I ever told you I love you?” I scream at him despite how close we are, and the smile he shows me is infectious.
“A few times, yeah!” He jokes, but the music is too good and the night is growing tired. I don’t want this night to end, I want to feel this way forever, I don’t want to have to always chase it.
“Well I mean it, and I’ve never felt this way about anyone else!” He spins for the thousandth time of the night, lifting my head above his just to hear my squeals.
“Consider myself lucky then, because I love you like I’ve loved no one else!” Harry says it, but he says it in a way that feels different than my confession. I hope I can hold onto him forever.
This is ourselves
The camera clicks to a stop, a collection of some stray videos from early high school and a storyline reflecting back on our final trip. The camera still has dents from her careless behavior when storing it away, and the quality of each video feels so much worse without her here to watch and laugh with me. It feels older, I am older.
A year since I’d last seen her, a year since we took separate planes home and promised to visit each other soon. A year since I got that damn letter in the mail taped to a small gift shaped in a crinkly mess from the blue wrapping paper just days after the news broke like some sort of sick joke.
I hate that I can only hear her voice through the salvaged videos, the wind covering the breathiness of her laugh and the calming sound of her voice. I hate the way I’ll never see the way her eyes sparkle under the night skies again, and most importantly I hate how I never saw it coming, even when she was showing me all of the signs.
I don’t think I’ll ever open that letter, not for a while at least, when the pain has settled. But how can it when I’ve just lost my whole life? The only person to ever make me feel alive in a way nobody else ever could, not even the screaming crowds of thousands of fans each night.
But I’ll reread the front of it like a prayer, her messy handwriting something I’ll miss forever, the little notes she’d pass or the drawings in sharpie that left stains behind on my coffee table.
The front of the letter, though crinkled from shipping and losing its stickiness reads, “To Harry, the love of my life, I love you always and forever. Love, y/n.” And just beside her name she leaves a little heart, something to try and lessen the blow of her absence.
And the glasses she sent along with the letter, the last thing she ever gave me. They still have a lingering smell of Italy, but more than that, I convince myself I can still smell her perfume on the plastic. Even when doing one last nice thing to me though, she leaves a little piece of paper taped to the lenses, “They were getting a little gross…try these.” And with snot running down my chin and red blotches of skin from my tears, I find myself laughing at her stupid little insult.
I know I’ll love these forever, and I’ll laugh whenever I put them on, because in my head I can see her taking them off of my head and trying them on, and we’ll both agree that they look better on her.
I hope they never loose her smell, and I hope that I never forget the sound of her voice or the colors in her eyes. She’ll never know about the plans I hoped we’d make, and she’ll never be back to try and embarrass me and dance with me in public.
But sometimes when I’m lucky I get to relive those moments in my sleep, and it’s almost like I can still feel her touch and see her smile even if it’s across some dark bar that never ends.
So I’ll live through her in pieces, telling all those willing to listen her story and how much I’ll always love her. And I’ll hang onto our last dance forever.
#harry styles x reader#harry styles x y/n#harry styles x you#harry styles imagine#harry styles fluff#yn x harry#yn x harrystyles#harry styles#harry styles angst#fine line harry styles#hslot harry#harry x reader#aftersun inspired#harrystyles
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Childhood crushes
Warnings: poly sex, oral(m and f receiving)
Not very proud still working on writing poly sex
When I was a teenage girl I always loved boy group called D€L1NQUENTS. I would always dream about all members. The group has 4 members, oldest Ran Haitani than his brother Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime and youngest Sanzu Haruchiyo. Ran is a leader of the group and lead rapper, Rindou is main rapper, lead dancer and center, Kokonoi is visual and face of the group also lead vocalist and our maknae of group Sanzu is main dancer and main vocalist. I could never choose one to be my bias so I had a crush on all of them. They gave me dream to debut too and I did, not as idol but as dancer. THERE dancer. When I found out that I will from now on work with my childhood crushes I almost fainted. Today I came early to practice a choreography that Im making for some girl group. When I opened the door of dance room they were inside just chilling and waiting to start practice.
"Good morning everyone" I said and bowed.
They looked at me and smiled.
"Good morning to you too (name)-chan" theu said together.
"You came early today, can we know why?" Ran asked.
I put my water bottle and belongings on floor and looked at them.
"Im doing a choreography for Lula so I wanted to make something before we start our practice for your concert" I said and smiled.
"Mind if we watch you?" Rindou asked.
"No problem at all"
They moved somewhere so they won't be in my way while I dance. A choreography was more sexy style so when I finished Im not surprised by what happened next. Boys were smirking at me and came very close to me.
"Can I help you??" I asked a little bit nervous.
I mean I still like them so yeah I am nervous when they are close to me. Ran was behind me and he pressed my back to his front part and played with my hair. Rindou and other two were in front of me just smirking and eyeing me.
"Tell us (name), is it true that you want us? That you dream about us fucking you till you can't walk?" Ran asked me whispering it in my ear.
I blushed a lot and when I wanted to turn to face Ran, Koko took my hand and pulled me to him. Our lips were just millimetres away.
"Yes or no babygirl?" He asked.
"I-i.... I do" I said a little bit embarrassed.
"Well we still have 1 hour more till others start to come" Rindou said.
"More than enough to satisfy this princess right here" Sanzu said.
Koko was still holding me but when he wanted to kiss me he stopped.
"You want this?" He said.
"Yes"
"Than say it" he smirked
Even tho I was horny at that moment I was still shy.
"Please guys"
I looked at other 3 who were smirking too.
"You should watch yourself doll" Ran said
I was confused at first but second later Koko took my head and turned me to look at him and kissed me. We were kissing for good 2minutes but others weren't of course just standing and watching. Sanzu was kissing my neck, Rindou was behind me, his hands were traveling on my body and Ran started to undress me. When Koko and I stopped kissing to catch some air Sanzu pulled me by my neck and kissed me hungry. Ran and Koko took each of my breasts and started to kiss, lick and suck them. I started to moan into Sanzu's mouth and Rindou took opportunity to slip his hand in my panties.
"Fuck... guys"
"Isn't it feeling good baby?" Koko said
"Aren't... h-here cameras??"
"Who cares?" Rindou asked while kissing my neck.
"They will enjoy with us" Ran said
"B-but someone can send it t-to medias"
"And what? Is this a rape?" Sanzu asked
"N-no"
"Than it's just celebrity porn" Koko said.
"Rindou please don't stop"
"Looks like someone likes this situation" Rindou said.
Sanzu, Ran and Koko got away from me and Rindou, I turned around and started kissing Rindou while he was fingering me. I don't remember how but we got to sofa. He took my panties off and started to eat me. Other 3 came to us but this time naked. Ran was playing with my breasts while I was sucking and giving handjob to Koko and Sanzu.
"Fuck baby you are good at this huh?" Koko said
"Damn Haitanis you should try this" Sanzu said.
"Well let's switch" Ran said.
Now Koko was the one who was eating me and Sanzu was playing with breasts while Haitanis were having there time.
"Fuck it baby I need you" Sanzu said.
I was confused a little but than I felt him entering me and damn he was huge.
"Sanzuu it's too big I can't"
"You could suck, you will handle it too"
He started to go fast and it felt like heaven.
"Omg Sanzu yes right there please"
Other 3 were smirking at me for enjoying this moment.
"Fuck im close"
"Awwww princess you want to cum?" Ran asked.
"Yes please"
"Well you need to ask nicely" Rindou said.
"Please guys Im begging you"
"Not asking but she said please" Koko said.
"Come on princess cum on his dick" Ran said.
I didn't need to hear it one more time because I came all over Sanzu's dick. When I started to catch breath Koko put me on all four and entered me.
"FUCK KOKO "
"Baby is a little bit sensitive huh?"
"You can take his dick doll right?" Rindou said.
I nodded as yes but damn there dicks were huge. They changed so many positions. The last one was me on top of Koko while I was sucking other 3. Do I have to say that I cumed like 10 times? After all of them finished I almost fall asleep but than I felt some hands and like someone sat on sofa.
"Princess are you alright?" Ran asked.
"mhmm"
"Doll let's dress you up and we go to drink some water okey?" Rindou said while helping me to stand.
They weren't really gentle so I fall immediately, but Sanzu and Koko caught me.
"Woops careful baby"
They helped me to dress and gave water and some crackers. We all sat on sofa and they give me attention and everything and they were so sweet.
"You were doing great baby" Sanzu said.
"Yeah you were wonderful love" Koko said.
Ran and Rindou were cuddling me.
"Hey princess do you want to repeat this sometimes?" Ran asked.
"Really?"
"Yeah beautiful but don't think of us just as sex partners okey?" Rindou said
"So something like dating?"
They looked confused a bit but then smiled.
"Yeah something like that" Koko said and kissed me.
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#anime#tokyo revengers ran#tokyo revengers rindou#tokyo revengers x reader#rindou haitani x reader#rindou x reader#ran x reader#ran haitani x reader#kokonoi hajime x reader#tokyo revengers kokonoi#kokonoi x reader#sanzu haruchiyo x reader#tokyo revengers sanzu#sanzu x reader
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Happy Halloween Eve! I am posting 2 stories about Halloween (today and tomorrow), today's is a Halstead Sister one and tomorrows is a Halstead brothers one. Both stories actually happened to me growing up, so enjoy!
What are you supposed to be?
“Mama mama, can Jay and Will take me trick or treating this year?” y/n asked. Y/N was 7yrs old and wanted to be a big kid just like her 10 and 13 year old brothers.
“As long as you stick close to Will and stay in the neighborhood” replied your mom.
“Yes!” you shouted while running to put the finishing touches on your costume.
An hour later, Jay walked into your room dressed in his army guy costume,
“Are you ready to go?” he asked.
“Yup” you stated while shoving the rest of your hair into your hat.
Turning around Jay shook his head, “weren’t you that last year?”
“Yea and what’s it to ya?” you sasses back.
“Nothing, sorry I said anything, let’s go. Will said the house at the end of the street has king sized bars”
To any child, especially under the age of 10, that was the music to your ears and thus you grabbed your brother’s hand and pulled him towards the door, where your other brother was.
“A wizard? Again?” asked Will when he took in your costume.
“What’s wrong with recycling a costume?” you asked.
“It’s just -” started Will but he cut himself off when he noticed your mom walking in the room with a camera.
“Just what?” you dared to ask.
Will stayed silent and wrapped his arms around you and Jay in a way to distract.
“Just what, Will? You pestered while turning to look at your eldest brother.
“Leave it Y/N” hissed Will while turning your head to face your mom.
“Cheese” the three of you smiled. Once your mom was done with taking the pictures, you bugged Will again, “Will, come on spit it out. Why does me wearing a costume over again matter?”
“Leave it Y/N” hissed Will again.
Jay, who had enough of this whining blurted out, “because it makes us look even more poor than we are Y/N, happy?”
“Jay!” shouted Will
Jayson Alexander” shouted your mother from the other room.
“Oh” was all you could mutter shyly.
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“Let’s hit up the house at the end of the block, Connor was saying they have king sized candy bars” exclaimed Will while you guys walked away from Ms. Carmicals house.
“Yea!” you and Jay exclaimed while slinging your pillow cases over your shoulders.
As you approached the house, you noticed little kids dressed as various different animated characters walking away from the house. All with big candy bars in hand. You skipped ahead in anticipation for your chance at the big candy.
“Well, what do we have here, a buzz lightyear, an angel, and a mario” stated old man O’Riley while dropping candy in each of the trick or treaters bags. “You all look so good” he stated while they walked away.
Next in line was you, Jay, and Will.
“Well, Well, Well, what do we have here? An Army man, a doctor, and ah-” faltered old man O’Riley.
“What are you supposed to be, little man?” he asked.
“I’m a girl” you stated confidently.
“Oh, my, well what are you supposed to be?” Old man O’Riley asked again while your brothers stifled laughs.
“I’m a wizard!” you exclaimed while holding out your pillowcase in hopes of getting your candy. And sure enough, old man O’Riley placed a king sized bar in your bag.
“Thank you” the three of you exclaimed while walking away.
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“I remember that! You were mortified” laughed Jay while taking a bite of his pumpkin pie. You and your brothers were sat around the kitchen table reminiscing on Halloween growing up.
“And I remember you and Will just laughed and made fun of me” you bit back.
“We can’t help that you were such a tomboy growing up that you even chose costumes that were geared towards boys” stated Will.
“Costumes shouldn’t be defined as girl or boy centered, I always liked the idea that you can dress up however you like” you confidently replied.
“And that’s what we will always love about you” started Will
“You dance to the beat of your drum,” added Jay.
Smiling, you ate some pie and asked, “So, do you guys have any crazy stories from Halloween growing up? Maybe one I haven’t heard before?”
“Did we ever tell you the time Jay walked right into someone’s house while trick or treating?” asked Will while looking at Jay.
“No? Do share” you choked out after swallowing your pumpkin pie bite.
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#jay halstead imagine#will halstead imagine#will halstead x reader#jay halstead x reader#halstead sister x halstead brothers#halstead sister imagine#chicago pd#jay halstead#will halstead#halstead sister#halstead!sister
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Can I request a yandere jean x reader thanks
Yes you can my precious anon!
Title: Invisible
Pairings: Jean Kirstein x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, idol AU
Summary: Jean is your #1 fan, but you have no idea he exists.
“Iʼm in love with someone who doesn’t know I exist
I stare from afar, in my hand-broken heart
While I play pretend
Iʼm in love with someone who doesn't know I exist
And itʼs you, yes itʼs true”
-From “Invisible” by Anna Clendening
The lights were off in Jean’s room. Still, a flickering light lit up the room, coming from the small TV at the foot of his bed. He had laid down on his stomach over the plain green covers, chin resting on one fist as he gazed enraptured at the screen.
On the screen was a group of three girls dancing across a small stage, spotlights following them across the polished wood as they executed their dance moves they had spent countless hours learning from their choreographer. They each had a microphone lifted up to their glossy lips as they sang into them the lyrics of an original love song.
Jean couldn’t tear his eyes off the screen- or, more specifically, the idol left from the center- even if he tried. Even though he was two hours into the performance compilation video, his attention did not waver.
The flickering light from the TV screen lights up the posters on the walls- all featuring a certain idol. The poster above the bed, the clear centerpiece in the collage of Instagram post printouts and Google images, had a signature scrawled across it, reading (Y/n) (L/n). The featured girl had her (hair color) hair tied up in a ponytail and was winking indefinitely at the camera.
On top of the sleek wooden desk in the corner, little action figures and plushies seemed to portray the same idol. He had everything you ever sold, even a dozen mugs with your group’s faces on them.
“Perfect…” the word floats from Jean’s mouth dreamily, “Everything about her is perfect…”
Some people would argue that no one could be perfect, but Jean would readily disagree. You were beyond human standards. You were otherworldly.
Makeup on point, dress unwrinkled, face so cutely asymmetrical, and body with just the perfect amount of curves. Jean couldn’t imagine a more beautiful woman.
You doubled as a songwriter for the group. While some people critiqued the lyrics of your songs for being too cheesy, Jean, again, thought you were perfect. The songs seemed to be speaking straight to him and, when you turned to stare right through the camera’s lens into his eyes and tell him that you want to “kiss kiss kiss” him, he couldn’t help but get flustered.
Jean wouldn’t let anyone else see this side of him. Marco would understand if he saw the inside of Jean’s room, but someone like Eren? Well, Jean would be humiliated.
But if you were to become his girlfriend, like he was sure you would want to, Eren would be so jealous! Jean could never hide a grin at the thought of Eren’s jaw dropping when he saw the beautiful rising star on Jean’s arm.
He reached out his index finger and traced your dancing form on the TV screen, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He had been in love with you for three years at this point, and sometimes he wondered if you even knew he existed.
Of course she knows I exist. Jean reassured himself. She signed my poster at a meet and greet and I’ve been to eighteen of her shows. I know we met eyes during each of those shows, so there’s no doubt she’s got a crush on me. And all these love songs she’s writing are clearly talking about me.
The group began to sing their newest song and Jean’s dreamy smile dropped. This song was all about a girl feeling jealous that her crush was with someone else. At first, he thought someone else must have written it, but you had confirmed in an interview that it was a song you’d written from personal experience.
Jean couldn’t imagine who you could think he was with, until you mentioned “her dark hair” and it clicked. You meant Mikasa! Of course you would feel threatened by such an undeniably beautiful woman.
But you had nothing to worry about- he wasn’t into Mikasa anymore. You were the only girl for him.
But if you kept singing that song with such a sad look in your eyes and such a cute frown pulling on your lips, he might just have to take a drastic step to get back in your good graces.
If Mikasa was dead, would you smile again for him?
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere one shot#yandere attack on titan#yandere jean#jean kirstein#attack on titan
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dance live / choi yeonjun
Yeonjun decided to go live on Weverse once again for one of his much-anticipated dancing livestreams. As he set up the camera in his practice room, he greeted the excited MOA fans from all around the world who had tuned in to watch. The room buzzed with anticipation as he began to stretch and warm up, his movements fluid and mesmerizing.
"Hey, MOA!" Yeonjun grinned, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I'm back for another dance session. Let's have some fun!"
As he stretched and did some impressive freestyle moves, the comments from fans flooded the screen with heart emojis and words of encouragement. Yeonjun was known for his incredible dancing skills, and his fans couldn't get enough of these live sessions.
"Okay, let's get to it. I'm taking requests from you all," Yeonjun announced, scrolling through the chat. "I want to dance to something special today."
The chat filled with song suggestions, from K-pop hits to classic dance tracks. Yeonjun scanned the options and decided to start with a crowd-pleaser.
"Ah, 'Seven' by Jungkook? Great choice!" he exclaimed. The chatroom was instantly filled with cheers as he began dancing to Jungkook's "Seven." His precise and powerful moves perfectly complemented the emotion of the song.
After finishing "Seven," Yeonjun checked the chat for the next request. "Alright, what's next, MOA?"
A request stood out. "Dance to '3D' by Jungkook, please!"
Yeonjun grinned. "I see you're in a Jungkook mood today! '3D' it is!" He started dancing to the upbeat song, and his energy was contagious as he flawlessly executed the choreography.
While the fans enjoyed the performances, a familiar figure appeared in the background of the livestream. It was you, Y/N, Yeonjun's girlfriend, and a skilled backup dancer for TXT and other groups under HYBE. You had decided to pay a surprise visit to Yeonjun during his livestream.
As Yeonjun wrapped up his dance, he noticed your presence in the room. A bright smile spread across his face. "Hey, everyone, look who's here!" he said, turning the camera toward you. "Say hi to Y/N!"
You waved and greeted the fans, who were both surprised and delighted to see you. "Hi, MOA! I hope you're enjoying Yeonjun's dance session today. He's been working so hard on these moves, and I'm proud of him!"
The comments section filled with heartwarming messages for both you and Yeonjun. You continued to interact with the fans, answering questions and sharing some fun stories about your experiences as a backup dancer.
As Yeonjun and you continued to interact with the fans, reading their comments and answering questions, a recurring request started to pop up in the chat.
"Yeonjun and Y/N, can you do the pair dance choreo from 'Back For More'?"
The fans were eager to see their favorite dancing couple take on the choreography of the group they both cherished. Yeonjun exchanged a knowing look with you, and you both smiled.
Excitement rippled through the chat as the fans eagerly anticipated the impromptu performance. You and Yeonjun moved to the center of the practice room, the music of "Back For More" playing in the background. Your movements were fluid, and you both effortlessly fell into the intricate choreography, showcasing the chemistry and synchronization that came from countless hours of practice together.
When the dance concluded, you both panted lightly, smiling at the camera. Yeonjun said, "There you go, MOA! We hope you enjoyed that as much as we did. Thank you for all your love and support." you and Yeonjun decided to take a short break to catch your breath. The fans in the chat continued to send questions and express their excitement. It was the perfect opportunity for a Q&A session.
Yeonjun read one of the questions from the chat. "Alright, let's answer some of your questions, MOA! What do you want to know?"
The questions started pouring in:
"Yeonjun and Y/N, what's your favorite dance move to do together?"
You chuckled and replied, "We both really enjoy performing the lifts in choreography. It's challenging, but it's incredibly rewarding when we get it right."
"Y/N, how do you balance being a backup dancer and spending time with Yeonjun?"
You shared, "It can be busy, but we make it work. We both have busy schedules, so we cherish the time we spend together and make the most of it."
"Y/N, what's the most challenging part about dancing with Yeonjun?"
You smiled and replied, "Yeonjun is such a perfectionist, so sometimes it's challenging to keep up with his high standards. But it pushes me to become a better dancer."
The fans were engaged and thrilled to learn more about your relationship, your dance journey, and the special moments you both shared. As the Q&A session came to an end, you and Yeonjun thanked the fans for their support and promised to be back soon for another exciting dance session.
The bond between you, Yeonjun, and MOA grew even stronger through these interactions, making everyone feel like a part of something truly special.
As the Q&A session was coming to a close, one of the MOA fans made an enthusiastic request in the chat.
"Yeonjun, can you do the Smoke challenge? We'd love to see you take on that challenge!"
Yeonjun read the comment with a grin, clearly intrigued by the challenge. "The Smoke challenge, huh? Alright, let's give it a try, MOA."
You nodded in agreement, joining Yeonjun at the center of the practice room. The "Smoke" challenge was known for its intricate footwork and intricate hand movements, and you had learned the choreography a while back.
Yeonjun watched you closely as you began to demonstrate the steps and hand movements. It was a complex routine, but you moved with grace and precision. You could sense that he was focused on catching every detail, and you made sure to break it down step by step to make it easier for him.
However, as you continued to teach Yeonjun the choreography, you noticed he was starting to show signs of frustration. He was determined to get it right, but the intricate moves were proving to be quite challenging.
You paused for a moment, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Take a deep breath, and let's try it again, one step at a time."
Yeonjun met your reassuring gaze, and a small smile played on his lips as he took a deep breath and nodded. You both resumed practicing the steps, with you providing guidance and support. The fans in the chat noticed the sweet moment of encouragement and couldn't help but admire the bond you shared.
As the two of you continued to practice, Yeonjun's determination paid off. He gradually began to grasp the intricate choreography, and his movements became smoother and more confident.
Finally, after a few more tries, Yeonjun managed to perform the "Smoke" challenge with surprising finesse. He looked at the camera and shared a triumphant smile with the fans. "There you go, MOA! Thanks to Y/N, I was able to learn the 'Smoke' challenge. It's all about practice and not giving up!"
The chat was filled with heart emojis, compliments, and words of encouragement for both of you. The fans were touched by the heartwarming moment they had just witnessed, seeing the dedication and teamwork between you and Yeonjun.
As you and Yeonjun were basking in the warmth of the sweet "Smoke" challenge success, the practice room's door suddenly swung open. In walked none other than Heuningkai, the fans went wild in the chat as Heuningkai made his entrance.
Yeonjun's eyes lit up, and he grinned at Heuningkai. "Hey, look who's here! It's Heuningkai!"
Heuningkai joined the live, waving at the fans and exchanging pleasantries with Yeonjun. The atmosphere in the room was filled with excitement as fans greeted the unexpected guest.
Yeonjun, always ready for an impromptu challenge, turned to Heuningkai and said, "Hey, how about we do the 'Smoke' challenge together, just for fun?"
Heuningkai's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Why not? Let's give it a shot!"
The fans couldn't believe their luck as both Yeonjun and Heuningkai took their places in the practice room, ready to attempt the "Smoke" challenge. As they began to dance, their charisma and charm shone through, making the fans swoon.
However, as they danced, a playful and mischievous idea crossed your mind. You decided to add an unexpected twist to the live session. Slowly, you crept up behind Yeonjun and Heuningkai and, with a sly smile, started to dance along with exaggerated, funny moves.
The fans in the chat went wild as they noticed your impromptu performance. Hearts, laughter emojis, and comments like "Y/N is too cute!" filled the screen. Yeonjun and Heuningkai couldn't help but burst into laughter, trying to keep up with the unexpected dance moves happening behind them.
Amid the laughter and fun, you became the center of attention in the background. The fans found your spontaneous and playful antics adorable, and their support and affection poured in even more.
As the dance concluded, the three of you exchanged smiles, and you waved to the camera. "Hope you all enjoyed that little surprise!" you said, still grinning.
The fans were overjoyed, and the chat was flooded with love for all three of you. The unexpected, light-hearted moment had made the livestream even more memorable, and it was clear that the connection between TXT and their fans was something truly unique and special.
As Heuningkai and Yeonjun continued to dance to other song requests from the fans, you decided to slip away off-camera for a moment. You knew that they must be working up quite an appetite with their energetic performances. Sneaking into the room's corner, you quickly ordered some of their favorite foods from a nearby delivery service.
After a while, the doorbell rang, and you returned with a large bag of delicious snacks and meals. With a grin, you placed the feast on a nearby table, well within the camera's frame but not immediately visible.
As Heuningkai and Yeonjun concluded their current dance, you finally announced, "Hey, boys, I thought you might be hungry, so I ordered some of your favorite food. It's right here!" You gestured toward the tray of treats.
Heuningkai and Yeonjun turned toward the table, and their faces lit up with surprise and delight. "Wow, Y/N, you're the best!" Heuningkai exclaimed, looking genuinely touched.
Yeonjun added with a grateful smile, "Thank you so much, Y/N. You always know how to take care of us."
The two boys approached the table, eager to dig into the delicious spread. Heuningkai was so excited that he couldn't resist hugging you tightly and spinning you around in joy.
As he did so, the fans in the chat noticed Yeonjun's expression. He had a playful pout, and it was clear that he couldn't hide a hint of jealousy, though it was all in good fun. The fans started to call him "cutely jealous" and shared plenty of playful and heartwarming comments.
With a playful grin, Yeonjun eventually joined in on the hug, making it a warm and wholesome moment that the fans adored. The room was filled with laughter and heartfelt appreciation for the bond between you and TXT, proving once again that the connection between the group and their fans was something truly special and heartwarming.
Yeonjun and you ended the livestream with a joint freestyle dance, showcasing your incredible chemistry and talent as a dancing couple. The fans couldn't have asked for a better surprise, and as the stream concluded, the love and support from MOA for both of you filled the virtual room, leaving everyone with smiles on their faces.
#txt#txt imagines#txt yeonjun#txt fluff#txt post#heuningkai#tomorrow x tomorrow#huening kai#yeonjun#choi yeonjun
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another Benny x human reader idea i have is that they are in the mist of a supernatural showdown/battle and it goes so horribly wrong that the reader nearly dies but luckily because of Benny being so protective of her he gets brave and uses his magic to save her life and from the fear of losing her
Prom Night (Benny Weir X Reader)
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Summary: When Jesse turns up at the prom, you and your friends have to stop him from trying to get Sarah in his clutches. In an attempt to get her to join him and his wannabe cult, he tries forcing her to turn into a full vampire by biting Ethan. But Ethan’s not the only one who gets a run in with death.
A/N: i don’t remember the exact plot of the S1 finale episode and i dont feel like looking it up or watching for reference. also fuck canon, the gang + reader are in junior/senior year bc when i went to school, prom (ik it’s not specifically prom in the episode but im making it prom) was only for upperclassmen and i still think it’s wild that the boys are 14-15 + freshmen/sophomores while the girls are 17-18 + juniors/seniors
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You had been dreaming of this day since you were a little girl, as cliche as that sounded. The fancy dress, the cutest date, the perfect night. You had the dress; you looked with Sarah and Erica for weeks and even found shoes that matched perfectly. You had the date, your boyfriend Benny gave you the cheesiest and best promposal using magic and the help of your friends. Now, you were waiting to have the best night of your teenage years.
It started with Benny picking you up. Despite dating you for a few years, he was still stumbling over his words at the sight of you when you opened the door.
“Wow, you’re-” Benny cut off his high-pitched voice by clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “God, you look beautiful, Y/n.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Bens.” You grinned, letting him into the house. You gave him a kiss, and your mom startled you by snapping a picture with her camera.
“Okay, lovebirds, pose for me.” The two of you complied, arms wrapped around each other and smiles wide as your mom blinded you with the camera’s flash. After a few hundred pictures, she finally let you leave the house.
You were surprised to step out onto your front porch and find a limo parked in front of your house. Benny held out his arm for you to take, and he opened the car door for you to slide in first.
“Benny, how did you afford this?” You asked, looking at the beautiful interior as the limo drove off.
“Me and the guys chipped in. And I may have used my devilish charm to get a discount.” You and Benny both knew what he meant by ‘charm,’ especially by him wiggling his eyebrows. “We’re gonna go to Ethan’s to get him and Sarah, and then we’ll pick up Erica and Rory at their houses.”
“Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to see Sarah and Erica’s dresses. They’re so perfect.”
“Yeah, I bet they are.” Benny kissed the side of your head. “I wanted to pick you up first, though, so we could have some alone time. Everything’s been so crazy lately.”
You smiled, grabbing Benny’s arm to put over your shoulders so you could tuck yourself into his side. The two of you talked about little things that you weren’t able to tell each other due to monster fights or big homework assignments taking priority. As the limo became filled with your friends, the conversation split into multiple topics until you finally reached the school.
“You look good in blue.” You told your boyfriend, eyeing his outfit in the disco lights. “I was a bit scared that you would look kinda ridiculous in this suit, but you honestly look pretty hot.”
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t look at least a little ridiculous.” Benny laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “But thank you, baby. Wanna dance?”
“I’d love to.” You slipped your hand into his outreached one, and he dragged you to the center of the gym as a slow song came on.
The night you dreamed of was going perfectly. You danced with your boyfriend practically all night, although you danced with all your friends to the more upbeat songs. Benny couldn’t stop telling you how pretty you were, keeping at least one hand on you the whole evening.
“I’m getting kind of hungry!” You had to almost shout in Benny’s ear for him to hear you, being drowned out by the crowd of students and blaring music. “Should we get out of here?”
“Whatever you want, babe!” Benny responded, guiding you through the dancing crowd to the gym wall.
“You go get the limo, I’ll round everyone up and meet you outside.” Benny nodded and gave you a parting kiss before exiting the gym, leaving you to find your friends. The task was pretty easy: you found Ethan and Sarah dancing in the corner of the dance floor, Rory trying to flirt with girls and absolutely tearing up the snack table, and Erica giving glares to anyone who got too close to her or asked her to dance with them.
You all left the gym together and headed for the front entrance, where Benny was probably waiting with the limousine. The hallways were dark, which was a bit strange, but none of you questioned it.
“Any ideas on where to go?” You asked, the front entrance in sight. “I just know I’m starving.”
“Oh! There’s this new place that opened up on the other side of town! Totally fancy.” Rory said.
“Are we sure we can afford fancy food?” Ethan asked. “We could get some fast food.” You laughed.
“Oh yeah. Let’s take the limo through a drive-through, I’d love to see that.”
“Leaving so soon?” A voice echoed down a hallway to your left. Everyone turned and tried looking down the dark hall to see a mysterious figure. The person walked towards you slowly, stopping when they were visible to you.
Jesse Black.
“Thought you’d save me a dance, Sarah.” He approached the girl, giving her a faux pout. You and Ethan moved to stand in front of her, staring Jesse down.
“Guys, are you ready?” Benny came through the front entrance in a hurry. “The limo’s waiting. Why are you- Oh.” He halted next to you when he saw Jesse, who smirked at him. Immediately, Benny put a hand on your elbow to gently tug you behind him, so he stood shoulder to shoulder with Ethan, shielding you and Sarah from Jesse’s view.
“Relax, Weird,” Jesse said, tilting his head. “I’m not here for your little girlfriend.” In a flash, Jesse pushed everyone away from Sarah with his telekinesis. You groaned in pain as you hit the floor, Benny landing next to you. “Heard you’re still a fledgling, Sarah. Honestly, I expected better.”
“Get away from her!” Ethan shouted, slowly standing up. Jesse ignored him, still looking at Sarah, slowly moving closer. With every step he took forward, she took a step back.
“I’ve been doing some thinking, baby. I want you back.”
“In your dreams, Jesse.”
“That’s cute, really.”
“I said get away from her!” Ethan launched himself at Jesse. But thanks to his vampire agility, Jesse grabbed the boy by the lapels of his suit jacket and threw him at the wall.
“Don’t hurt him!” Sarah shouted, ready to run to Ethan’s aide, but Jesse reached him first. Everyone froze as Jesse taunted Sarah, tearing Ethan’s sleeve near the cuff and putting his wrist close to his fangs.
“Look at yourself, Sarah. It’s like you have feelings for the little pipsqueak.” Jesse laughed as if the idea itself was a big joke. But Sarah didn’t respond. Jesse took her silence as confirmation. “Holy shit, you do.”
Erica and Rory ran at Jesse from opposite sides, hoping to catch him off guard. But Jesse unfortunately saw it coming, stepping back and pushing Rory into Erica, making them fall and slide away on the floor.
“You wanna be with him so bad?” Jesse asked Sarah, paying the rest of you barely any mind. “Let me help you with that.”
Ethan screamed in pain as Jesse sunk his fangs into his wrist. Ethan crumbled in the vampire’s hold until he was dropped onto the floor, writhing around as the venom started to spread. Sarah ran to the boy, trying to figure out how to help him. Jesse simply walked away.
“Hope you like him enough to spend all of eternity with him,” Jesse called out behind his shoulder. “If not, you’ll know where to find me.”
While Sarah whimpered frantic apologies to Ethan, Benny left your side to follow Jesse. Worried for your boyfriend’s safety and what he was about to do, you were hot on his tail.
“Get back here!” Benny shouted. You wondered how nobody had wandered out of the gym to see what all the commotion was. “I said get back here!” Benny shot a spark at the evil vampire, which was quickly dodged. In the blink of an eye, your boyfriend was held up against the wall in a chokehold, slowly struggling to breathe.
“Wanna be like your friend over there, Weir?” Jesse asked with an evil, toothy grin. He moved his hand to uncover the side of Benny’s neck, using his other hand to tilt his head to the side.
It was a bit of a struggle with the heels and dress and all, but you launched yourself at Jesse, yanking his head away from your boyfriend’s neck before he could sink his teeth into him. Jesse let go of Benny to try and pull your limbs off of him, but you had an iron grip.
Jesse backed himself into the row of lockers behind you, slamming your body into them. You yelped at the pain but did your best to hold onto him. Jesse didn’t appreciate your stubbornness, throwing his head back to headbutt you, which subsequently bashed your head against the metal behind you. It caught you off guard, the dizziness loosening your hold just enough for Jesse to push you off of him.
He turned around and picked you up, your wooziness worsening from getting up so fast, and threw you down the hall. You passed out from exhaustion and pain seconds after hitting the floor.
Jesse let out a low whistle and looked at Benny, who was sitting against the wall wheezing.
“She’s a little firecracker, isn’t she?” Jesse grinned, turning back to the exit. “Good luck with that.” Then he was gone.
Benny, too weak and lightheaded to stand, crawled over to you. He felt bad for passing Ethan to get to you, but Sarah and Rory seemed to be doing their best to help him. Benny soon reached your unconscious body, with Erica placing your head in her lap to keep it elevated.
“It’s bad, Benny.” She muttered to him, lifting a hand from under your head to show her fingers, which were lightly coated in blood. “She must’ve cut her head on the locker slats.”
“Shit.” Benny hissed, his own injuries forgotten as he focused on you. He didn’t have to be a doctor to know that head wounds were bad, probably even more since you were unconscious. “I don’t know what to do.” He said helplessly.
“Don’t you know a spell that can heal wounds or something?”
“Yeah, but not off the top of my head!”
“Well, remember!” Erica commanded. “I know you can remember, Benny. Do it.” Erica wished to be less harsh, but she knew she’d rather bully Benny into remembering a spell to heal you and apologize later than lose you.
Benny wracked his brain, trying to summon the spell to the front of his mind. But there seemed to be nothing but guilt. He should’ve known something bad would happen tonight, he should’ve prepared for it. He should’ve protected you from Jesse, but instead, you protected him. And now look at you, slowly losing a pulse.
“Benny,” Erica whispered, adjusting your limp body in her hold. “You can’t feel guilty for letting Y/n get hurt. You have to help her now. That’s what you owe her, not guilt.”
If Benny wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve joked about Erica going soft. Carefully, he took you from Erica’s grasp, putting your head in his hands. Benny hated to take a guess in such a situation, but he placed his hands on your head wound, which was wet and sticky, and started muttering an incantation that he hoped was a healing spell.
Benny closed his eyes to keep focus, repeating his words in desperation. Erica watched the faint glow coming from his hands seep into the cut. Slowly but surely, Benny felt the wound seal itself shut, the only evidence that you had it in the first place being the blood that slightly matted your hair.
“Oh, thank God.” Benny let out a breath of relief as you took a deep and sudden breath. He lifted your body to hold you close to his chest while you slowly gained consciousness. His cheek rested against the top of your head, trying to comfort both you and himself.
“What happened?” You asked weakly, trying to sit up.
“Don’t worry about it,” Benny answered quickly, gently stopping you from leaving your place against him. “It’s okay now; you’re okay now.” Erica gave you a weak smile and stood, walking away to give you some space. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” You asked, looking at Benny curiously.
“You’ve been looking forward to this night for, like, forever. And then it got ruined by all this.”
“You’re acting like it’s your fault, Bens.” You raised a hand to cup Benny’s cheek, and he immediately leaned into your touch.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Despite the recent events, you smiled up at him. “I wanted to have the perfect and most fun-filled night with the cutest guy I could ever love. And I got just that.”
“Your head was slammed into a locker, and you probably almost died.” You simply shrugged.
“Everyone has their own definition of fun.” The two of you laughed quietly, and you sat up enough to kiss Benny’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He responded, kissing you again before hugging you tight against him.
#agaypanic#benny weir x reader#benny weir#my babysitter's a vampire x reader#my babysitter's a vampire
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Out Of The Woods
Characters - Iceman x Maverick
Summary - Maverick gets in an accident and Ice is there for him despite their latest fight.
Word Count - 2.2k
Warnings - Angst, Hospitals, Motorcycle crash, injuries
A/N - This is my first fic of the year! Woo! I know I haven’t posted a work in a while, but it’s because I’ve been writing my debut Non-fiction book! I have to get a certain amount done to send to my review team by the 20th of this month so I’ve been hyper-focused on that! I promise you guys are going to want to read it (Even if I can’t talk about it yet, but I will hint that a certain actor we all love is at the center of it) Anyways, thank you for your patience and I really hope you like this one!! As always, this is based on a Taylor Swift song, particularly Out Of the Woods!
Ice was trying his best to avoid Pete at work. He really was. But when you’re co-instructors with someone and their damned wingman it’s hard. They had a fight a week back about something Ice can’t even remember but what turned into fucking Maverick thinking he didn’t deserve Ice. What Pete Mitchell deserved was sure as hell not up to him. He was saying some shit about “I’m setting you free.” and Ice was offended that he’d have the audacity to decide that for him. He loved Pete Mitchell for better or for worse and Pete Mitchell could do jack shit about it.
He avoided him for the week, just to get a piece of mind, but realized that it was exactly what Pete wanted. Pete wanted to mope around all sad and self deprecating. So Ice had every intention of only keeping it this way for a week and then forcing his way back in.
He sat in his apartment for the first time in a few months, and couldn’t help but pull out the polaroid he kept in his nightstand. He knew it was risky to have literal incriminating evidence, but he allowed himself this. It was them sitting on Pete’s couch and Pete had insisted they take this picture, Pete holding the camera and then at the last second he turned his head to kiss Tom’s cheek. The photo perfectly captured Ice’s feelings for the man, his face lighting up and his smile wide, like the rest of the world was in black and white but they were in screaming color.
Ice sighed as he put the picture down to mess with the necklace Pete had given him. It was a simple jet charm on a chain much like their dog tags, nothing special, but Pete later explained that it had once been a gift from Goose. He had immediately tried to give it back but Mav insisted, stating that he had plenty of Goose's things and he wanted Tom to have something he valued to show him how much he loved him. Tom cried that night when he was sure that Pete had fallen asleep.
The night he gave Tom that necklace was one he wouldn’t soon forget. It was the night Pete had it in his head that they needed to dance to his old records but since space was limited it was obvious they had to move Pete’s couch. Obviously. As they danced to some Nat King Cole song Tom remembered wishing this was how it could always be. That one day they’d be dancing like this at their wedding. He knew they didn’t stand a chance, but he really wanted to believe it then. They loved flying as much as they loved each other and they’d never ask the other one to give that up.
As he sat there, thinking about all of the best times he had with Pete, every kiss and touch that made what they were risking oh-so worth it, he realized that he needed Pete to breathe. To live. Just as he was about to get up to go grab his keys and head over to his boyfriends house, his phone started ringing from the kitchen. Had Pete physically known that he was about to go see him?
“Kazansky speaking.” He didn’t want to risk it if it were a work call.
“Yes, am I speaking to Lieutenant Commander Thomas Kazansky?” That sounded too official. Too clipped.
“Yes? Who is this?”
“I’m calling on behalf of a Lieutenant Commander Pete Mitchell, it’s listed here that you’re his emergency contact?”
No. No this can’t be happening.
“Yes, is he okay? Was he hurt?” It was like 2100. What could he do at this hour to hurt himself?
“Mr. Mitchell was in a motorbike accident and sustained some injuries, I can’t say much over the phone but he is stable. Would you be able to come to the hospital within the next couple of hours?”
“I’m on my way, is he at the Naval Hospital at Miramar?”
“Yes sir.”
Tom hung up the phone and really sprinted for his keys. His hands were shaking uncontrollably and he wasn’t entirely sure he should drive. He considered calling Slider for a moment but then realized he was on leave and visiting family in Florida.
He tried his luck at driving the fifteen minutes to the base hospital and actually made it there in one piece. Storming into that hospital he must’ve looked like quite the sight, sweatpants, old Navy tee that was definitely Pete’s as it barely fit him, and sneakers with what he was sure were mixed matched socks. He had been running his fingers through his hair on the way there and he knew his hair was at an ultimate spike.
“I- Uh, I’m looking for Pete Mitchell?” He was hoping he sounded at at least a little put together even if he was out of breath.
“Your name and relation to the patient?” That one stung. All he wanted to say was boyfriend, Lover, Future Husband if he’ll have him, but he couldn’t say any of that.
“Thomas Kazansky? I’m his wingman and emergency contact.” Wingman was as close as he could get to what they really were and it was socially acceptable, especially here at a Naval hospital. The bond between pilots was a deep one, running into the Naval hospital obviously upset and disheveled over a hurt wingman wasn’t unusual or suspicious.
“Right this way sir, he’s been moved to a real room and it’s just him. Quiet night.” The nurse realizes what she said as the other nurses around her groaned. The word quiet in a hospital or any medical facility was a dirty one for sure.
“Don’t worry I’ve been told I have good luck, maybe I’ll counteract your slip up.” The nurse seemed new and he didn’t want her to feel bad.
“Yeah? Well thank you.” they had arrived at Pete's room and she took her leave. In reality at this moment he felt like he had the worst luck. His boyfriend was in the hospital and he had just spent the last week avoiding him like an idiot.
Turning the handle he braved his way into the room, mentally preparing himself for what he might see. In hindsight he should’ve known that whatever it was would make him cry. Pete in any state of hurt made his heart fall.
Pete was sitting up in bed, bandages around his bare torso, bruises on his shoulder and chest. He had road burn up his left side and a little on his face. He was still wearing his pants so that was a good sign that the leather heavy duty ones Tom had got him for his birthday had been worth the price.
The door clicked shut and Pete looked up to see Tom with his hand over his mouth and tears in his eyes.
“Baby.” his voice had never sounded so small in his life but he couldn’t help himself. It was like he was seeing Pete after Goose all over again.
“Tom, I’m so sorry I-” Pete’s tears were actively falling now and he held his uninjured arm out towards his boyfriend.
Tom was at his side in a second and gently set his hand over Pete’s. His other hand came up to wipe his love's tears as his own were falling.
“No, no apologies. I’m just glad you’re okay. What- Pete baby what happened?” Pete had leaned into Tom’s touch, taking in the small comfort.
“I was just riding around to clear my head and this guy came out of nowhere and I tried to swerve to miss him and hit my brakes too soon. Threw me a couple of feet.” The fact that this was the best case scenario freaked Tom out even more.
“Pete, how are you not more hurt? That sounds terrible.” Maverick looked down again, uncharacteristically shy.
“I don’t want to say.” Tom raised his eyebrow at that.
“Oh? And why the hell not?” Seriously with this guy. Why did Tom love him again?
“You’re going to get a big head about it and I love you but it’s big enough babe.” Oh, that’s right. That’s why.
Tom gave him an amused but unimpressed look.
“Fine, I was wearing the helmet you got me, okay? Happy?” He had bought Pete that helmet with the pants wanting to give him something for safety under the guise of ‘babe I think you’d look sexy in these.’ He even had the helmet painted exactly like the one he wore flying.
“That you’re alive and your head is in one piece? Yes I am. I’ll save the gloating for when you heal more I promise.” Pete cracked a laugh at that.
“Well there are twenty stitches so it’ll be a while.” Tom was okay with that. He would wait forever.
Pete sat back slightly from Tom and looked uneasy. “Listen Tom, about what I said… I don’t really want you to leave. I don’t know why I said that.”
Tom sighed and clicked his tongue, gently brushing hair away from Pete’s eye’s.
“Because you were scared. I am too. What we’re doing here is dangerous, and we could lose the one thing besides each other that we really care about. What I didn’t like was that you think you don’t deserve me. Pete, I don’t know why you think you’re this terrible messed up person, but baby… you are worthy of love and respect and I sure as hell want to be the one to give it to you.”
He knew he was rambling, but he also knew Pete’s attention span was extremely limited and he needed him to hear him.
“Tom, I- I’ve been damaged goods for as long as I can remember. I was when I was in foster care, and that’s what Charlie said after what happened with Goose… It’s hard not to believe them.” Tom pulled Pete into a loose hug wary of his injuries but wanting to get his point across.
“I want you to hear me now Pete. You are not damaged goods. You are the love of my goddamn life and I wouldn’t have you another way. What they said to you was false and plain terrible. Do you know how strong you have to be to lose your parents at a young age and then your best friend and brother and not turn into a raging douchebag?” Pete made a noise of argument but didn’t say anything.
Tom pulled Pete to face him and held his face in his hands. “You are everything to me and I feel so lucky to be able to even be near you let alone have you love me. And if you’ll have me I’d like to be near you for the rest of my life.”
Pete’s eyes went wide and those tears were back.
“Tom, did you just propose to me?” Wait, did he? It sure sounded like he did.
“Yeah I guess I did. What do you say?” he really didn’t know what he was saying, he really hadn’t planned this.
“Yes. I’m saying yes.” Tom couldn’t resist it any longer and pulled his fiance in for a kiss. It was chaste, because someone could knock and walk in at any given moment, but it was powerful nonetheless.
“How the fuck are we going to get married Pete?”
“You’re the one that asked Kazansky, no taking it back now. We’ll figure it out. Do something for us, maybe invite Carole, Bradley, Slider, and Merlin?” How did they start the day avoiding each other but now they’re planning their wedding?
“Yeah that sounds nice. And who knows, maybe one day we’ll be able to make it legal.” Tom shrugged his shoulders slightly. Crazier shit had happened.
“I’m not holding my breath Tom. You’re talking about a country that had to vote on whether or not they should consider another race of people actually human. Statistically their decision making on this stuff takes a while.” Pete was very passionate about human rights, it also made him unbelievably angry at times.
“Well I’ll marry you in my own mind now, and then I’ll wait however long it takes to marry you legally. Either way, you’re going to be my husband.” It was one of the few things he knew for a fact, Pete Mitchell was his forever.
Pete looked impressed, and teary eyed again. “Pretty determined aren’t you? You must really like me.”
“Oh baby you have no idea.”
Eventually Pete is discharged from the hospital and Tom drives him home. The sun is up by then, but they don’t care. Happy to be together and elated at their seemingly brighter future.
Tom’s in their bedroom when he hears Pete dialing a number on the phone. “Carole? It’s Pete. Listen, you’re going to be really mad at me but then you’re going to be really happy at me.”
Tom laughed at his words and later could practically hear Carole’s excited screaming followed by Pete’s equally joyed laughter. They spent a good hour discussing plans, and Tom doesn’t care what they are as long as he gets to be there. If he’s being honest? He’s just glad they’re out of the woods.
#icemav#maverick x iceman#iceman kazansky#icemav fic#tom kazansky#val kilmer#pete mitchell#top gun 1986#tom iceman kazansky#tom crusie#maverick#top gun maverick
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Idol? no thanks, i'm the hellfire princes! | Joseph Quinn x Kpop Idol
SUMMARY: While living your dream of being an idol in South Korea you accidentally reveal who your crush is on a Vlive and your fans start doing their job for you to meet them.
Note: This idea came after a friend ask me about what would happen if this were real, the reader is of legal age
Words: 2,851
Note: English isn't my first language, so i make my best.
All interactions are well received and appreciated.
Thanks for reading!
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- I've trained a lot these days and I'm also rehearsing for the next tour so please come to see us - you smiled at your phone reading the comments that appeared on the screen that came from followers of your group around the world
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Pr33tie123: Did you like Ateez's comeback?
Rosievmp: Will you come to America?
y/naroundtheworld: Did you dye your hair? It looks darker, I love it!
millie4everlv: Did you see the new season Stranger Things?
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- I hope we can go to America soon - Your eyes moved between the comments smiling trying not to drop any spoilers that could compromise you in the next tour dates - Yes! - You smiled excitedly reading the Stranger Things message - I've been watching it with Min-Ju and the truth is that we love it sooooo much, I don't think we can wait for volume 2
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oliviaweeh: Who is your favorite character?
flourwer: Eddie must definitely be her favorite, she's always had a thing for tough guys.
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-My favorite?...-you looked to one side of your room while you hugged your pillow thinking- I think Eddie, he is my favorite because he makes me feel comfortable, definitely Eddie is very close to the type of boy that I like both physically and in his feelings and definitely if he were real I would give him a chance - you smiled biting your lip - oh I have to show you something - you got up carefully not to drop your cellphone from the position in which you had it accommodated going to your closet taking your Hellfire shirt coming back happily showing it to the camera - Yunho Sunbaenim gave me this when he found out I was obsessed with Eddie, I've been wearing it for rehearsals because it's so comfortable.
That night your live ended with many good comments and some others asking you to focus on your career and leave the "games" of love for a character, all normal if you remembered the environment of your career.
Taking advantage that the new song of your group had come out and you were in the last days of promotion, the agency decided to upload a video on social networks with a dance practice where your position as the center of dance was noted throughout the video while you were wearing your Hellfire shirt, making the comment box filled with good comments about how coordinated and well trained they were but also how they stole the attention.
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Sarah Lee: Y/N is definitely the queen of Hellfire
JooShin12: Somebody tell Y/N to stop wearing that shirt or we'll have to change the lightstick to one with Hellfire's colors.
Y/g/n4ever: Someone show this to Joseph Quinn, SAP!
ArmyXy/f/n: Why is she so perfect? now i'm fighting between her and joseph because i love them both.
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Quickly 4 weeks passed and the tour began, Asia had its first dates, then a couple more in Europe until arriving in London, if someone had told you 3 years ago that one day you would be performing at Wembley you would never believe it, you were a girl with almost impossible dreams and in your type you were the first to make them come true and succeed with your 6 friends and colleagues, it was the moment of your life, you could not expect anything better because you already had everything
-Hello, welcome! - you smiled greeting the fans who passed in front of you and the other girls at the fan meeting they had hours before the concert
-I brought you something, a small gift - One of the girls who had beautiful hair dyed pink smiled at you nervously as she sat in front of you taking out of her bag a small stuffed bat with a bandana - it's Eddie Bat, I did it for you because I know you like that character a lot just like me
-Oh my god - you smiled excitedly taking it carefully looking at the details - you did it? I love him too much
-Yes, I sewed the bat and then I added the bandana to make it look like Eddie's -the girl looked at you excitedly holding her album to be signed with a slight shake in her hands when you were in front
One after another they sat down in front of you giving you small gifts, some sweets, small boxes of chocolate milk, a headband with a pair of bat wings, a T-shirt with the legend ''Hellfire Princess'', Eddie's pins made by one fan and even replicated the bandana he wore in the Upside Down. There were dozens of gifts that multiplied among 7 members became hundreds but yours were well recognized, each of you had a well-defined personality and your company respected that, but among hundreds of pink stuffed animals and sweet posters your gifts with bats were well identified.
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-Are you ready? - Your manager's voice rang loud in the dressing room while the microphones were connected, the last strands of hair were arranged and you prepared to go on stage - let's do it right girls! fighting!!
That was the final signal, the steps towards the stage were not new but they always made you nervous while your hands moved around your body rectifying that everything was in its place and your whole outfit was complete.
The screams around Wembley were intense, so much so that they shook the ground under your feet as you took your position breathing deeply trying to erase your nerves, the two most intense hours of your day were coming and you had to do it perfectly.
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-Hey come...come- Aria took your hand smiling as she moved her microphone away from her lips- someone came to see you
-Who? - you smiled putting away your microphone following her curiously looking at the public waving
-Look, there - she smiled excitedly pointing to the crowd making you look carefully, narrowing your eyes by the light of the spotlights - can you see?
-Oh my...-you looked at her, covering your embarrassed mouth, avoiding screaming to return your gaze and greet embarrassedly, making a small bow, how could it be possible? Millie, Natalia, Charlie and Joseph in the same place as you? Looking at you? would they have noticed when you nearly lost your breath on your high note? when you tripped through the water on the stage floor? when a fan in the front row threw a stuffed toy for WooJeon and you decided to kidnap them by running all over the stage?
Now all your movements were subtly taken care of, the 80 thousand people had been reduced to one... Joseph Quinn who was looking at you and you didn't know where to hide all the nerves that were growing inside your body, it wasn't possible.
-You can do it, the worst is over, he already knows that you admire him-your leader approached you perfectly reading your body movements hugging you while he laughed to comfort you
-I feel so tiny - you laughed hugging her to leave her quickly and run to your position because you knew the part of the choreography planned for the end of the song was coming.
After a few minutes your mind cleared up a bit to continue with the show in routine, your accelerated breathing was noticeable in your chest and the sweat that ran down your forehead felt cool against your skin while you continued doing more and more dance steps that ended with the screams of the fans and the thousands of lightsticks in front of you were waving frantically.
This was your dream? totally and you enjoyed it in every second that passed!
Finally the two hours ended and after saying goodbye to the public one by one of you went down, your turn was almost in the middle one so you ran to the dressing room to drink some water and also ask the doctor who accompanied you on tour for help, your right ankle It was starting to hurt again and they had to check it out to rule out an injury.
-Girls, we must recover a little, please take a breath, drink water, we are going to greet some guests - your manager called you while he was holding his phone
Shit...shit shit, guests, that's what how staff call celebrities who attend events and let them go behind the stage to greet you.
-Just relax! -Your leader laughed wiping her sweat with a towell as she walked calling the girls
Relaxed? of course you should be relaxed, you were one of the older members, you should show maturity and calm in front of the maknaes
-I'm going! - You sighed tired taking the hand of one of your members walking carefully towards the other room where part of the staff was already with the guests, actors and athletes, some were there as fans and others had taken their children to see their show.
-Hello, nice to meet you - you smiled kindly and excitedly posing with each of the guests in group photographs, signing autographs and receiving compliments on your dancing and singing posing in photos where they only asked you to appear with them
And almost at the back there were them looking at all of you smiling, part of the UK cast of Stranger Things waiting their turn
-Shit - you whispered feeling a thousand butterflies beating furiously in your stomach but smiling as your years of training had teach you to deal with situations like this - Hi- you greeted kindly one by one walking behind your members
-I know you - Joseph smiled looking at you with his cheeks flushed
-Yes, I also know you- you smile shy making your members laugh when looking at you nervously
-I told the guys that I have received thousands of messages everywhere talking about your group but especially about you, about how much you love Eddie and honestly, I don't want to sound rude but I had never listen your music before but as soon as I started to see all this comments and videos that the fans show me I like your music and I couldn't stop and I had to download all your music on my Spotify and then I became a big fan and here I am
-We are here for him, he didn't want to come alone - Natalia joked taking Charlie's arm making everyone laugh breaking the tension and nerves
-We hope you liked our show; we made a lot of effort so that you enjoyed it - your leader speak making you just settle down interlocking your hands on your lap listening attentively with your eyes on your shoes feeling that the floor was spinning
-It was totally great, I had never come to a show where they emanate so much energy, really your songs are so catchy, I am definitely your fan and I need one of those lights that your fans use, they are totally beautiful - Millie spoke euphorically as she normally does making you and the members laugh shy, some covering their mouths and you swaying on your feet a bit noticing how sweet she was.
-Do you think if we take a picture before we leave? -Natalia smiled showing her cell phone and handing it to someone from the staff so that she could capture the moment
It was funny and difficult to include 11 people in the image but after some knelt down and others settled in the back the image came out perfect, realizing at the end that you were between Joseph and Millie feeling nervous.
-Do you mind if we take a picture together? I never post anything on my instagram but I really want to do it this time - Joseph looked at you shy with a tender smile
-Yes, of course - you smiled back nervously approaching him while Charlie took Joseph's cell phone and settled in front of you
It was a matter of seconds before both of you found the perfect pose, Joseph's right arm perfectly accommodated around your waist, your head slightly tilted towards his side while one of your legs was carefully bent making you look sweet next to him.
-Another one - Charlie smiled enjoying the moment
-As in Hellfire-Joseph looked at you smiling raising his fingers towards his head doing the iconic pose of Eddie with horns while you imitated him both sticking out their tongue a little staring at the camera
-You guys look so adorable - Charlie laughed looking at them showing you the image and returning the cell phone to Joseph to go back to Natalia
-While I was watching one of the videos of you even at the concert you made a sign, it's something like...- Joseph laughed trying to form a heart with his fingers making you laugh too at how adorable he looked trying
-Oh it's something like this, it's a heart that is made a lot in Korea- you took his hand careful accommodating his fingers- something like that
-Ahh I understand - he smiled at you, putting his phone a little up where you and him could be together again in the image, while you leaned on his shoulder forming the same heart making the most adorable selca in the history of your group - I like this one a lot - he smiled again blushing looking at you - do you mind if I upload them to my social networks?
-Nono, you can do it, it's fine - you looked at him nervously pressing your lips trying to stop smiling
-I will, I promise- his eyes looking at the cell phone while he looked at the pictures finally made you smile a little looking too
-This is my favorite - you pointed shy to the image where both of them did the Eddie pose
-You like? I can send it to you if you want- he looked at you with a certain sparkle in his eyes, making you nod excitedly-why not...give me your number and I'll send it to you later
-Sure - would you get in trouble? Maybe yes, the ban on couples was from the big agencies and what could be wrong with it? Already some members were dating boys in Korea, there would be nothing wrong if you had a friend in London...right? So why not take a chance?
Joseph typed your number on his cell phone saving it with your name and a small pink flower emoji next to him showing you so that you would give him your approval smiling when he saw you nod
-Y/N we have to go - your leader called you while the other members said goodbye giving small bows and waving their hands walking towards their dressing room
-Yes, of course - you agreed looking again at Joseph smiling at him embarrassed- I need to go, it was a pleasure to meet you
-The pleasure was totally mine, you're great - he hugged you making you do it too and then slowly let go and you will walk back saying goodbye to the other people entering your dressing room
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Not much time later, when while you were on your way to the hotel your cell phone started to ring like crazy, all your social networks were saturated with messages, comments, everyone was crazy and you didn't know the reason why, or maybe you did?
-Wooo look at your instagram- WooJeon shouted excitedly jumping on her seat making you quickly take out your phone and your eyes widened
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-Joseph Quinn has started following you
-9,028 new followers
- 2,9732 new likes
-Joseph Quinn tagged you in a post
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-I must leave the country - you laughed covering your nervous face making your members laugh hugging you
-You're in love??? -Your leader laughed annoying you while she tried to look at your face
-Nooo - you laughed again covering yourself embarrassed looking at your phone
Joseph Quinn: As long as we're not in a band, or in science, or parties, the princess of Hellfire and I will continue to enjoy the most metal concert ever. @y/username keep surrounding yourself with bats, they look good on you.
-That's flirting, it's totally flirting! - Min-Ju laughed pushing you slowly excited - he liked you!
-Shut up - you laughed embarrassed covering your face but lowering your hand a little to read the comments
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Hellfireanne: My parents met, you can adopt me now
Y/g/n4ever: This is a multiverse? This is possible? my bias and the dungeon master in the same photo.
Josephquinnsource: They definitely have chemistry, please respect her, let's not scare her away from Joseph.
y/npinkybow: Y/N Wake up! WE TOTALLY LIKE THIS!
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-Look at her, her face is going to explode, it's so red- the maknae spoke from behind the truck laughing
-Leave me alone -you laughed looking at them returning your attention to your phone when you heard it ring with a notification
Unknow number: Y/N can you hear me?, wake up! ♥
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New York Moment
Premise: Max and Sienna get cast as extras on a movie set, and funny antics soon follow.
Book: Open Heart (post series)
Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC)
Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff.
Words: 1,425
A/N: This fic was requested by @trappedinfanfiction from @creativepromptsforwriting Meet Cute list (prompt 15). Tagging for reblog to @creativepromptfills.
I'm using @choicesflashfics week 29, prompt 3 (in bold). Submission for @aprilchallenge prompt "dance"
The streets of Manhattan were teeming under the steaming summer sunshine. Native New Yorkers walked determinedly about their business, and tourists ambled on sidewalks, smartphones in hand, ready to capture their New York moment.
Cars honked, buses wheezed, and people yelled. It was noisy and exciting, annoying and fascinating. It was New York.
Sienna Valentine watched the drama unfold from the relative peace of a shaded sidewalk patio in Greenwich Village, and thought, “I’ve missed this.”
She’d attended medical school at Columbia, and this city had been home for four years. She had so many memories here. Studying in Central Park on a warm spring day. Taking the A Train downtown for a night out with her friends. Ice skating at Rockefeller Center.
Sienna had enjoyed her life in Boston and loved living in DC now. But whenever her husband Max needed to visit New York for work or family, she tagged along if her work schedule allowed.
Luckily for Sienna, Max had no issues making non-work trips either. An overnight trip to watch a Broadway show, a quick day trip to go shopping in Midtown or a romantic weekend getaway.
Life with Max was never dull, Sienna thought dreamily, looking away from the view outside to watch him walking toward her.
“Sorry about that. The guy just wouldn’t stop talking,” Max said, sliding into the chair across from her. He started to reach for his wine glass but suddenly stopped. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to drag me to the nearest restroom and have your wicked way with me,” he grinned lasciviously.
“I’d rather wait until we get back to our hotel,” she countered with a wink and a smile. “And then I’ll have my wicked way with you. So you might want to load up on carbs.”
“Good plan,” he chuckled. “Check, please!”
Sienna burst into laughter. Definitely not boring, she thought again.
They finished their lunch, talking and just enjoying each other’s company, lingering over their wine. While Max settled the bill, Sienna quickly called their nanny.
“Noah okay?” Max asked, clasping her hand in his as they left the restaurant.
“Yes. Mrs. Banks said he was still asleep and to take our time.”
They started walking east toward Washington Square Park for an open-air concert, passing leafy residential streets lined with brownstones and avoiding the crowds on Bleeker Street by cutting through Cornelia Street.
They were two blocks from the park when they saw steel barricades and a clump of trailers and trucks lined up along one street. Security guards held back crowds as a film crew set up for a shoot outside the park; light stands, cameras and film equipment were everywhere.
“Now what?” Sienna said, disappointed at having their afternoon plans disrupted. It would take time to go around the barricades and crowds.
She turned toward Max, but he was standing a few feet away, reading an information notice taped to the side of a tree trunk.
“Hey, Si? Wanna be an extra in a Hollywood movie?”
When Sienna glanced at him in confusion, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to his side, pointing at the sign.
Intrigued, Sienna read the words block printed on bright yellow paper. “Extras wanted. Couples only. Report to Production Office.”
“Well?” Max smiled, a hint of adventure in his eyes. “It can be our New York Moment.”
“I thought our New York Moment was that extravagant proposal on The Highline?”
“Who says you can only have one?” he challenged, arching his eyebrow.
Intrigued by the idea, Sienna found herself nodding, her apprehension about being on camera carried away by Max’s enthusiasm.
They were outside the production office a short while later, standing in a queue with other couples. A production assistant collected their details and directed them to a trailer for a wardrobe check. That done, they joined the others in a closed-off waiting area near a fountain.
“What kind of movie do you think this is?” Sienna said, craning to see if she could spot any stars.
“Definitely not a porno, given the location,” Max teased, his lips quirked in a half-smile. “I was really looking forward to seeing you in a leather catsuit.”
Sienna snorted. “I don’t have time for your prurient fantasies, Valentine.”
“You say fantasy, I say, meet me at midnight.”
Max took her hand and twirled her into an impromptu dance, their hips swaying to the jaunty tune drifting from a street musician behind the barricade. He tightened his grip on her hand; his other hand splayed across her lower back.
Well used to their rhythm, Sienna readied herself for the backward dip, confident he wouldn’t let her fall. Suddenly, Max tugged at her, and she tripped over her feet, falling against him.
Sienna giggled at her clumsiness, but his smug look and hands cupping her ass made her think it was on purpose.
She locked her hands behind his neck and leaned in, kissing the open space at the base of his throat where he'd left the buttons of his shirt collar undone. She felt his breath hitch before he pulled back slightly. But she wasn’t done.
Sienna stretched on her toes and drew his head down to place her lips against his ear.
“Are you trying to seduce me in public?” she whispered.
He chuckled. “What a thing to say? I’m just rehearsing. For all you know, my character is a suave international spy trying to throw the assassins off his scent by dancing with a beautiful stranger in the park.”
She scoffed. “We’ve both seen that movie, and it usually ends with the spy seducing the woman before jumping out the window.”
“Maybe in this movie, the beautiful woman is the seductress,” he said, amused. “And hopefully she has handcuffs so the spy can’t escape her bed.”
He said the last in such a deadpan manner that Sienna burst into laughter. She laughed so hard she had to wrap her arms around her stomach and gasp for air.
The production assistant walked over, still talking into a headset, clipboard in hand.
“All right, folks. Thanks for your patience,” he said hurriedly. “The AD’s just finishing setting up the shot, and then we’ll escort you to the set. Just some house rules….”
Sienna tried to school her face to pretend interest and attention. It didn’t help that Max moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and leaned down to speak in her ear, cracking jokes.
“Don’t feed the pigeons? Why would we do that?” Max murmured, deliberately twisting the production assistant’s words about not disturbing the actors.
Sienna covered her mouth with one hand so people couldn’t see her laughing, but there was no hiding the tears spiking her eyelashes.
“Wait? I thought this was a family feature. Why would we be dancing naked in the square with a clown?”
Sienna guffawed, and the production assistant stopped to stare at her. Embarrassed, she pretended to cough and waved a hand in apology. The man continued his instructions, squinting suspiciously at her.
She could feel Max’s body shaking in mirth behind her. As soon as the coast was clear, Sienna slapped the arm around her waist and hissed in annoyance.
“Are you trying to get us kicked off the movie? And you know he didn’t say anything about naked dancing. The extras are supposed to be couples dancing in the park to a summer concert.”
She shivered as Max kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“Tomayto, tomahto,” he said, voice smug. “Want to go back to our hotel for naked dancing?”
Before Sienna could tell him to behave himself, the production assistant announced it was time to head out.
They took their places on discretely placed x-marked spots on the floor. After listening attentively to the director’s instructions, they turned to face each other.
The more it dragged on, the technicians adjusting lighting and whatnot around her, the more nervous Sienna became.
Max placed her hand on his shoulder and put his arm at her waist, ready to swing her into an impromptu dance on a beautiful sunny day. The setup was so similar to what they’d been doing in the waiting area earlier that Sienna’s nerves vanished.
“It’s a good thing we rehearsed earlier,” Max said, a winsome smile hovering on his lips, reading her thoughts perfectly.
Sienna kissed his jaw. “Don’t worry. If you mess up, we can keep practicing back in our hotel. Clothing optional. One more New York Moment.”
“And cut!”
Bonus
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Picture Perfect
Sheriff Hassan x fem!reader
Waves lapped loudly at the edge of Garry Point Park Beach and, in the same fashion, retreated back into the ocean whence they’d come, leaving behind a thick coat of sticky foam spat up from the darkened, choppy water that was only now coming into view on the horizon. Some mornings, when the wind blew in just the right direction, the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh brewed coffee would drift down to the shore from the diner a few blocks over and mingle deliciously with the salty ocean air, blanketing the scene in the warm aroma. This morning was not one of those mornings. No, today the chilly autumn air was thin, crisp, and carried with it the threat of a storm that was scheduled to hit Crockett Island in just two days' time.
The alarm on Y/n's wristwatch chirped twice to signal the time, but she looked down to confirm anyways out of habit. 6:28 AM. Perfect. Not even a moment later, as if summoned by the chirping of her alarm, thin wisps of golden sunlight began to creep out from their slumber and peek out over the wave caps on the horizon. Bright streams of yellow and orange danced across the dark, watery landscape and gleamed brightly into Y/n's eyes from where she watched on the shoreline, her worn leather boots settling a little further into the damp sand beneath her.
Transfixed completely by the technicolor display jumping to life before her, she’d all but forgotten all about the camera dangling from around her neck and her entire purpose for being at the beach this early on a Saturday. As quickly as she could, Y/n carefully removed the old camera from its weathered pouch, slid the lens cover aside, and found her frame. “Now if I could just focus the damned thing...” she mumbled quietly under her breath.
Y/n considered herself a semi-professional photographer, but this particular camera was new to her. Until very recently it had belonged to her mom and, much to her frustration, it had an extremely sensitive focusing ring. Unlike Y/n, her mom had been a fully professional photographer, teaching herself almost all of what she knew about the art from this very spot on Garry Point Park Beach. Also unlike Y/n, her mom had been one of the few life-long islanders that the shopkeepers in the center of town liked to remember so fondly whenever Y/n stopped for a few groceries or to fill up her gas tank- A couple even went so far as to hang a portrait of her mom up on their walls after the funeral. Most importantly to Y/n though, her mom had been a loving role model and an incredible mentor. Her old camera, on the other hand, was not so loving.
To familiarize herself with it, Y/n made a habit of waking up early to snap a few pictures of the sunrise from a sleepy cove at the southern end of the beach near her mom's, er-her's now, house. She'd found a photo of the cove in the house on her very first day here and scouted it out the next morning, camera in hand, attempting to capture as many shots as possible while simultaneously avoiding any potential onlookers that may distract her from her learning process. Lately though, Y/n's artistic progress seemed to have plateaued thanks to her especially sensitive camera and, even worse, four days ago she realized she'd been noticed by someone.
In his defense, Hassan was one of the least threatening island residents who could have witnessed Y/n’s new early morning routine, but even from a distance he could sense that she didn't welcome his presence there by the way she positioned herself just outside his line of vision now.
Four mornings ago, when Hassan had been running a few minutes ahead of his typical schedule and, by chance, caught a glimpse of her making her way toward the mouth of the cove through the hazy morning light, she'd looked up toward the road in time to notice him there, leaning comfortably against the side of his car, and stopped dead in her tracks. Hassan's usually stern face had broken into a small smile and he'd lifted his hand to offer up a friendly half-wave as a sign that he meant no harm, a gesture Y/n hadn't returned.
Instead, he'd noticed the way her body went completely rigid when his eyes lingered curiously on her shadowy figure in the moments that followed. His smile faded, lips settling into a hard line. "She must have known she wasn't the only person out here" he'd thought then.
Had she not realized that this too had been his morning ritual? Albeit, not to fiddle around with a camera, but just to carve out a few solitary moments of tranquility from his day before hurling himself back into playing Sheriff on Crockett Island. And now here she was on a Saturday, too?
Hassan shoved his hands deep into the front pockets of his blue jeans and, looking down, clumsily kicked at a pebble on the side of the road where he’d parked his car only a half hour earlier to watch the sunrise himself. If anything, he thought, he should be the one annoyed with her, not the other way around. After all, he had been visiting this shoreline most mornings for the last two years since becoming the town's new Sheriff, whereas Y/n had just moved onto Crockett Island three weeks ago. He should be annoyed by her sense of entitlement, he thought.
Curiously though, he couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but quiet fascination at the sight of the new photographer in the morning's dim yellow light as she slowly climbed the grassy path that led toward the road where he stood leaning against his car, a smile gently tugging at the corners of his mouth.
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Maybe the Princess Prefers the Dragon
A Luthor and a Super Walk Into a Bar
Pairing: Supercorp
Words: 3.5k~
Summary: Lena saves Kara from the knight in shining armor.
A/N: AU w/ no powers, Mon-el has NO chill and needs to take a hint, Sanvers if you squint
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Kara nervously fiddles with a napkin as she glances around the bar. She normally would pass on a night out, opting for Chinese take out and netflix in her pajamas instead. That's what she had planned to do tonight, but her sister had other plans.
Alex and Maggie had insisted she come out for a few drinks after work. It took nearly an hour of haggling, but the pair had finally convinced the blonde. No matter how much they tease her, she always enjoys time spent with her sister and Maggie, even if it usually lands her in this situation at some point in the night. Sitting alone at the table, tearing a napkin into ridiculously small pieces while she tries to think of ANYTHING, but what the two are most likely doing in the bathroom right now. The bar is pretty full right now, so she can people watch as she waits for them to come back.
Kara pulls her phone out to scroll mindlessly through her camera roll. It's mostly just pictures of her and her friends and family, with the several pictures of baby animals and the occasional meme. She glances up to the bathroom door, hoping to see the pair on their way back to the table. She sees no sign of Alex or Maggie; she glances over to the dance floor just in time to see a man approaching her table. He gives a confident smirk, and she quickly looks to the bathroom hoping her sister is on the way.
When the guy gets to her table, he stands right next to the table and leans a little too close for Kara's comfort. Never dropping his grin, he says, "You looked a little lonely over here; I figured you could use the company."
Kara smiles and politely responds, "I'm good, I'm here with some friends." She smiles and nods her head to the other drinks on the table and the appetizers the girls are sharing. "They're in the bathroom," she adds when he arches an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Well then, they won't mind if I sit with you until they come back," the dark haired man sets his drink on the table. Kara opens her mouth to stop him, but he is already sitting down next to her before she can say anything. She looks to the bathroom door as if she is willing Alex and Maggie to return with her mind.
The girl is brought out of her concentration when the man taps her hands with his pointer finger. "I think you killed it," he laughs. After she recovers from being startled, Kara looks down to her hands where she has completely mutilated the already torn napkin. The flimsy square has now been reduced practically to powder under the ministration of the blonde's nervous fingers. She uses her hands to sweep it all into a pile in the center of the table, "I fidget," she says quietly when she's done.
"It's an awful habit," the guy states, "gross actually. You should really quit." He sits back and takes a swig from his drink. "I guess," she says quietly and adjusts her glasses shyly. She knows he probably means well, but this whole conversation has made her feel a little anxious. "I'm Mike, by the way," he stretches his arm across the back of Kara's chair. She can't stop the involuntary move to lean forward away from his arm. As always, Kara wants to be polite, so she covers the move by moving her hands to her drink. Automatically, her hands gravitate to the straw. Stirring her drink, rolling it between her fingers, bending the top of the straw back and forth. She realizes she is fidgeting and balls her fists tightly, before wrapping them around her glass. "Kara," she sighs and keeping her eyes glued to the bathroom door.
"Can I buy you a drink, Kara?" he asks. She wasn't paying attention, so it took her a minute to figure out what he said. "Oh, that's alright," she smiled and waved off the question by lifting her glass of club soda. "You don't have to do that, I haven't even finished this," which wasn't a lie. She still had about a third of the glass left, but that wasn't enough for Mike.
"What? But it's practically just ice left, come on let me buy you a drink," his tone has shifts. This isn't a flirtatious offer, it sounds more like an annoyed demand. It makes Kara feel like she owes him this. He motions for a waiter to bring over another glass of whatever he is drinking. Kara can smell the alcohol on his mouth from his drink. She is about to stop him because she is Alex and Maggie's D.D. tonight, but Mike has pushed the new drink in front of her before she can even open her mouth. She smiles politely, and if he notices that she never takes a sip, he doesn't say anything.
Lena has been watching the blonde from across the bar since her and the two brunettes walked in. How could she not? The girl is stunningly beautiful. The other two are really attractive too, but their body language towards each other screams of being in a relationship. Plus, Lena can't help it, her eyes continuously find the blonde all night. She caught herself watching as the three interacted. She couldn't hear a word they were saying, but she watched as they gossiped and vented and joked and that smile. Just seeing her smile, Lena swears there has never and will never be any star or sun as bright as her smile. She contemplates the entire night about going to introduce herself, maybe buy her a drink, but she can never work up the nerve. Lena can tell they are enjoying their night; the last thing she wants to do is ruin it with unwanted advances, not to mention the possbility of the blonde being straight.
When she sees the two brunettes get up and go to the bathroom, she finds that she is succeeding to convince herself that an innocent introduction couldn't hurt. 'Compliment her outfit, people compliment outfits all the time and it's not creepy... not at all... totally normal,' Lena thinks to herself. 'Except normal people don't forget how to talk when they see a pretty girl, Luthor.' Lena is so done for. Her flirtation skills are normally very confident and charming, but with the blonde Lena can't form a complete thought, let alone sentences. To make it even worse, she hasn't even approached the girl, just stared from across the bar like a creep. Lena drops her head into her hands for a minute, trying to pull herself together, 'This is pathetic! You're better than this Lena!' Except she wasn't, Lena knows she is way out of her league here, and she still hasn't even met the girl.
Taking one last deep breath, she picks her head up ready to go talk to her. When she looks at the table, she now sees a man talking to her blonde- THE blonde. 'She is NOT YOUR blonde, Luthor,' she mentally corrects herself. Lena feels her heart sink a bit. There's no way a girl as beautiful as her would go for Lena anyway. She still watches from across the room. Her disappointment turns to confusion as she watches the man and the blonde interact. Something isn't right. Lena watches the man's blatantly confident and flirtatious advances, but the girl doesn't look flattered or even amused. Lena's confusion shifts to concern as she watches the bright, smiling girl she's watched all night disintegrate into something very close to intimidated. Her concern burns into anger as she watches the blonde shrink into herself uncomfortably as the man is more and more forward.
Lena watches as the blonde keeps looking back to the bathroom. 'She needs help,' she tells herself. Lena quickly contemplates her options: 1. Go to the bathroom and tell the girl's friends that she needs help. Or 2. Go over to the table and help her herself. A quick glance around the bar tells Lena that no one else is aware of the interaction occurring at the table against the wall. Her instincts tell her not to lose sight of the blonde. Before she is aware of what she is doing, Lena is crossing the bar headed straight for the table she has been watching all night.
Kara looks to the bathroom door, again to no avail. She wonders what is taking the two so long. She glances over to the dance floor, checking to see if they maybe came out of the bathroom and straight to the dance floor when she wasn't looking. Mike, who still has his arm practically around Kara, follows her line of sight. He sets his drink down and stands up, "Let's dance." He holds out his right hand, which Kara guesses she is supposed to take.
She smiles and gently shakes her head, "I'm not really a good dancer." She is smiling but she is making no move to stand from her chair. Mike steps closer and grabs her left hand, "I'm sure that's not true! Come on, it'll be fun." She gently tries to retract her hand from his, but freezes as she feels his grip tighten a bit.
The moment he grabbed her hand, Lena's footsteps quickened. Trying to get to them faster.
Kara stays seated and looks for the hundredth time to the bathroom door. "I don't really like to dance, plus my sister will be back in a minute and-" she doesn't even finish her sentence before he interrupts her. "One dance won't hurt," he mocks. Mike tugs some more on her arm, successfully bringing her to her feet.
All Kara wants is for this guy to leave her alone, so she can enjoy her night. Kara wants to protest some more, but her mouth can't find the words. Surprisingly she doesn't need to. Kara is shocked to feel a gentle kiss pressed to her right cheek. She turns her head and finds perhaps the most beautiful woman she's ever seen smiling apologetically, gently wiping lipstick from Kara's cheek. The brunette quickly wraps her arms around Kara, "I'm so sorry I'm late, babe! My meeting lasted longer than expected and the traffic was awful."
The blonde isn't quite sure how to react, until she hears the girl whisper, "Hug me back," quietly into her ear. Kara instantly brings her right arm up to rest on the girls back. She doesn't know how to explain it, but embracing the stranger didn't feel foreign like she was expecting. Kara didn't feel uneasy or awkward; she just felt safe, and relieved, and warm. The unknown hero whispers into Kara's ear again, this time asking the question, "What's your name?" The blonde instinctively burrows into the raven hair to mask her face when she whispers, "Kara." The brunette replies with a quick, "Ok," before gently squeezing the blonde and turning to the man who is unaware of the quiet exchange.
Lena leaves her left arm around Kara, as she opens up to face him. She smiles tightly and offers her free hand as she greets him, "Hi, I'm Lena. I can see you've already met my girlfriend, Kara." At the word girlfriend, Kara feels her cheeks turn pink and her breath hitch. Mike doesn't notice the quick intake of breath, but Lena can feel it. She gently rubs her hand across Kara's back to reassure her. Lena worries for half of a second that she might have gone to far, but feels Kara's hand tighten her grip on Lena's back. The brunette resolves that she is not letting Kara go anywhere with this man.
The man narrows his eyes. "Mike," he says. He doesn't drop Kara's hand to shake Lena's, and both women realize that he isn't planning to. The brunette somehow manages to smile and stare coldly at Mike's right hand that still holds Kara's left. The two stare each other down, neither refusing to back down.
Lena becomes aware of two movements that happen at the same time: 1. Mike's grip on Kara's hand tightens and 2. Kara leans into Lena's side and away from Mike. Her anger hardens into protectiveness as she thinks to herself, 'Not only has he made this sweet girl uncomfortable and ruined her night, but he is about to pull her away from who he believes to be her girlfriend.' It takes Lena less than a second to figure out what to do.
Lena drops her arm from around Kara, and only Lena hears the gasp of fear and despair when the blonde thinks she is being abandoned. The Luthor lets that fuel her as she steps half in front of Kara. Squaring her shoulders, she turns her hand, the one that was reached out for Mike's, palm up. When he doesn't drop the blonde's hand, Lena slides her hand right next to his grip on Kara. She looks him straight in the eye and demands, "Mike, I have had an agonizingly long day. I have been waiting for hours to see my extremely patient and stunningly beautiful girlfriend." Kara chooses to ignore the butterflies in her stomach that the description used, but can't disregard the smile that tugs at her lips. "I'm already late, and that's my fault. But I refuse to let your ego keep her waiting any longer," Lena cocks her head to the side when he still doesn't let go. She clears her throat, this time speaking a little louder than before, "If you don't give me her hand right now, I will call the cops and have you arrested for harassment."
Mike's confident smirk finally falls as he looks around the bar to see if the brunette had managed to catch anyone else's attention. Satisfied that no one else heard, he turns back to the girls. Kara is looking between Mike, her hand, and the brunette, while Lena glares unwaveringly at Mike. His anger is plastered all over his face as he finally relents. He deposits Kara's hand into Lena's; she brings her other hand to wrap them both around the blonde's. Mike grabs his drink from the table and agitatedly walks away muttering to himself. Lena swears she hears him say the d slur, but decides not to provoke him again.
The two watch him until he sits at the bar; Kara squeezes the brunette's hand. The blonde smiles, ready to thank her hero, but when Lena turns around, the confident, protective, and beautiful woman is replaced by a scared, rather small, and still beautiful woman.
Before Kara can even begin to thank her, Lena speaks really quickly, "I'm so so sorry. I only wanted to help. I'll leave right now if you want." The brunette tries to retract her hand, but now Kara has taken them both into her hands. Lena continues her voice getting really small, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to ruin your night."
Confused, Kara smiles and squeezes Lena's hands, "What? No! You didn't ruin my night; you saved it actually." Lena tries to back away again, "Honestly, Kara I can go-"
Kara interrupts her before she can finish, "Lena, it's alright! You didn't ruin my night." The blonde is still holding the other girl's hand when she sits, motioning for the brunette to join, "Plus, if you don't sit down, he'll probably come back." Both women look over to the bar where an obviously agitated Mike is glaring at them, then immediately looks away when he knows he's been caught.
"You're probably right," Lena says. She turns to the table, now faced with the terrifying choice of where to sit. There is the seat next to Kara, which Mike had inconsiderately claimed as his, and two empty chairs across from her where the still missing brunettes had been sitting. Lena remembers how uncomfortable Kara was when Mike sat next to her, so she decides to sit at the seat across from her. Lena lets go of Kara's hand to sit down. They both miss the connection instantly, but neither say anything. Lena is happy with her seat decision when she realizes she can see Mike over Kara's shoulder.
"Is he still looking?" Kara asks trying to not blatantly turn around and check herself. "Yeah," Lena confirms. Green eyes meet blue, and the agitation that is tightening the brunette's chest dissolves as she is captivated by the blonde's warm smile. This is the girl Lena has been hypnotized by all night. The one with the smile that's brighter than the sun can ever hope to be. The one who was turned into the nervous and uncomfortable girl by Mike's unwanted advances.
Lena shyly looks down at her hands as she starts wringing her fingers together. "Kara, I'm sorry if anything I did was too forward. You looked upset, and I know a stranger coming up and hugging you is not comforting at all. Quite the opposite actually, but-" she takes a deep breath looking everywhere but the girl in front of her. "...but honestly I just wanted to help," the brunette looks up nervously. Her heart is beating so loudly; she was certain the blonde hears it too.
"Lena, stop. You were comforting," Kara blushes. Her hands immediately gravitate to a napkin on the table. "I was hoping he would take a hint and leave, but he was very persistent," the nervous girl takes a deep breath. "So, thank you for... scaring him off, I guess," the blonde mentally cringed at her lack of tact when it comes to flirting. Lena is smiling at her though, so that has to be a good sign. She adjusts her glasses, "I don't know... just, thank you." Kara looks up to her new friend, "I guess this makes you like my knight in shining armor right?" She smiles, and the Luthor forgets how to breathe.
Lena laughs at the title, "More like crazy dragon lady." Brushing off the comment, the brunette tries to regain her composure.
"Well if he's Prince Charming, I'd pick the dragon." They're eyes meet, and the rest of the bar falls away. They sit there for a moment, neither wanting to break the connection.
Unknowingly, their hands have been gradually inching closer together during the course of the conversation. Their knuckles finally meet in the middle, and they both jump at the touch. Lena smiles, but Kara's eyebrows furrow when she sees the mess her nervous hands have recreated with the new napkin. The blonde quickly begins pushing the destroyed napkin pieces into the pile with the rest, "I'm sorry; I fidget. I know its gross. I can't really help it." Lena places a hand on Kara's nervous ones, calming them instantly.
The blonde looks up to the smiling brunette with apologetic eyes. "It's not gross," Lena reassures. "Not at all, I actually find it endearing really," she smiles. Her comment brings the smile back to Kara's face, and Lena decides she would do anything to keep that smile on her face. She tells her about her friend Jess who does the same thing at every restaurant. Except instead of tearing the napkins like Kara, she folds them into different origami animals. The blonde listens intently. She watches as the brunette brightens, happily reliving stories of her friend and napkin animals and amused and unamused waiters.
Past Lena's head, Kara sees the bathroom door open. Her sister and Maggie walk back into the bar. Alex sees that Kara isn't alone at the table, and the younger Danvers can tell that her big sister instincts kicked in immediately. The couple are quickly approaching the table. Kara doesn't want Alex to scare away her beautiful new friend. The blonde tries to signal Alex and Maggie to stay away without Lena noticing. She smiles and slightly points away from the table with her head. Alex doesn't understand and begins walking faster, but Maggie caught on immediately. Before the older sister makes it to the table, her girlfriend grabs her arm and drags her away from their table.
The two watch from the opposite side of the bar for a while, making bets on Kara and the new stranger. Eventually Maggie and Alex rejoin the pair at the table, being introduced by Kara. Alex nearly tore down the entire building when they told her about their encounter with Mike. Maggie is able to stop her from making a scene, barely avoiding having to handcuff Alex to her chair. The four sit and talk and joke for the rest of the night.
When it's time to call it a night, Kara and Lena hug again. The brunette nearly has a heart attack when the blonde asks for her number. She takes Kara's phone and enters her number into a new contact before handing it back. Kara laughs when she sees that next to her name Lena has added a dragon emoji.
Yep. Kara will definitely pick the dragon over the prince every time.
#supercorp#lena luthor#kara danvers#supergirl#supergay#kara and lena#kara x lena#wlw#just supercorp things
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Itadori's Kitchen
Summary: think of Julien Solomita's cooking vids, specifically the one where he bakes a cake w Jenna. This plus Yuuji and Fushiguro :) no romance, just reader interacting with them in a highly specific scenario.
Warnings: silly goofy times, cursing
A/N: uploaded this on AO3, but thought tumblr users might enjoy it
The red light of the camera blinks to signal the start of the recording.
“Am I in focus?”
You step towards the camera to look at the viewfinder. Itadori’s scrunched-up face shows up on the screen with the background blurred. Giving him a thumbs up, he smiles and claps his hands.
“Awesome! Thanks for agreeing to this. No one else wanted to help out.” His little frown adds to his pity party.
“Don’t sweat it. Didn’t have much else to do today. Kugisaki dipped on our movie plans to drag Maki with her to the shopping center,” you say, rolling your eyes at the memory of her reasoning being the spring sales starting and not wanting to look through the ugly garments after the first day. Itadori rummages through the drawers of the kitchenette to find whatever utensil he needs.
“Well, no need to fret! I, Itadori Yuuji, shall be your entertainment!” he declares with spatula and wooden spoon held towards the ceiling. You chuckle at his excitement as he winks at you.
“Okay, okay. So what’s on the agenda, head chef?” you ask while grabbing your phone for the list Itadori had sent you a few hours before when you agreed to help him film for his YouTube channel.
“Well, I usually have Fushiguro help me stay on track with the ideas I have lined up on that list. I try to put them in an order that makes sense.”
The said list is composed of the standard ‘film intro,’ ‘make cake,’ and ‘get friends to try’ formula most of Itadori’s videos followed. The occasional ‘fart noise’ or ‘insert meme here’ was scattered in the list. It seemed easy enough to follow.
“This is doable. So I’m just your help? Or can I talk with you?”
Looking up from your phone, you see him struggling with putting the apron over his head. You wait it out and watch him try to stick his arm through the head loop. Visible confusion washes over his face when he realizes this. He sees a flash towards him and looks at you, a grin on your face and phone in hand.
“It feels like Fushiguro never left,” Itadori sighs, trying to fix his apron.
“Oh, I’m Fushiguro now? I guess I have to act all emotionally unavailable and pretend I’m uninterested in everything, huh?” you joke.
“Ah, don’t forget making me think I’m doing something wrong by giving me very vague responses,” he says matter of factly. “You act like you don’t even watch my channel!” Itadori says like you’ve told him his chicken meatballs are awful and also spit on them. His hand clutches his chest in pretend pain.
“Excuse you, I am Chef Itadori’s number one fan!” you retort at him, pointer finger showing up in the viewfinder.
“Says who?”
“Says my damn username!”
Itadori gasps, his hands coming together and sparkles appearing in his eyes.
“Show me! Show me! Show me!”
“Okay okay! Jeez, give me a second to pull it up,” you tell him. It’s almost like trying to get an overly excited puppy to sit and stay.
“Wait! You gotta show the camera, too! As proof,” he orders, threatening you with his wooden spoon.
“Here, look. My profile name is exactly what I said.”
Itadori leans over the counter to get a better look. His eyes squint to try to see the small text. The smile on his face after seeing your username rivals the sun and the ring light set up next to him. He does a little dance and makes you show the camera the screen.
“It’s actually “Chef Itadori’s Number One Fan,” guys! Pog!” he shouts.
“I’m glad I’ve entertained you so much. Now, entertain me with your baking, Chef,” you command. “I’m gonna sit my buns in this chair and watch. I feel like I’m in Jun’s Kitchen. Let me sniff that flour, nya.”
“Okay, dry and wet go together to form the superior cake batter. A cake batter to dominate the baking industry. I am the cake boss, now,” he says to himself whilst mixing the ingredients in a bowl.
“Oh yes. Bakeries around Tokyo are trembling now that they feel the power of your batter. You’re too powerful.”
“Thank you for noticing my magnificent batter and my baking prowess. They’re both quite impressive, yes?” he asks, accidentally flinging batter on the floor when gesturing to you. “Oh.”
“Which one of us is cleaning that up before Demon gets to it?” you ask, fully knowing that it’s you who’s going to do so. Damn Fushiguro and his very adorable, yet abnormally large canine.
“Well, you’re the sous chef here. How can I, the executive chef, be responsible for such a menial mess when I’m in charge of this powerful batter, the one to dominate and destroy all cake batters.” Itadori seems to be in his own world as he finishes his statement.
“I knew it,” you deadpan, standing up to get a paper towel. Itadori dons a playful smirk, satisfied at the outcome of his actions.
The layers of cake are carefully set into the small oven. Curse Japan’s lack of full size ovens. Itadori and you laze around on the couch, waiting for the timer to ring.
“So what do we do now?” you ask, sitting with your legs on the back of the couch.
“I guess just wait. We never film the little break that’s in between the prep and the decorating.” He looks towards the ceiling with pursed lips. “Do you wanna go annoy Fushiguro to let us play with Demon?” He knows the answer before he asks. Your struggle of an attempt to swing your legs around the couch confirms it.
“Where’s the damn dog?”
“Okay, now let’s decorate!” Itadori yells while throwing his arms up.
You move the camera towards the different sprinkles and icing splayed on the counter. Somehow, Itadori convinced Fushiguro to join in the fun, on camera. How would the viewers react to the appearance of the illusive cameraman?
“Yo, you want the day off after this? I’m willing to edit,” you offer, panning the camera to the two of them shuffling about, trying to kick the other’s foot. Itadori’s head shoots up and he grins.
“Bet! I need a break after doing all the work today.”
A slap to the head knocks the smile off his face.
“And what am I?” Fushiguro asks flatly. His face holds no emotion.
“You’re the eye candy. Duh,” Itadori states like it’s the obvious, wrist flicking an offset spatula with sass to match.
“What do you think this is? A magic show?”
“Well-” another slap.
You hold back your laughs at their interactions and struggle to hold the camera still. If Kugisaki was here, it’d be even more chaotic. Itadori’s little frown tells all as he starts to ice the cake with a crumb coat of blue icing.
“I guess someone isn’t getting a piece of cake later. And it’s not my fault in the slightest,” Itadori says with lips pursed. His concentration on not ripping any cake out has his eyes squinting as if it’d help his hands.
“Like I’d want to eat it, you big baby.” Rolling his eyes at his friend’s childish antics, Fushiguro grabs an offset spatula to help smooth out the icing.
“God, I hate it when dad and dad fight,” you groan behind the camera. They both look at you, one with disappointment and the other, distress.
“Look what you’re doing! Tearing this family apart? How could you?” laments Itadori. With puppy dog eyes, he stares at Fushiguro and pouts.
“Look what you’re doing. Tearing this damn cake apart,” Fushiguro deadpans, pointing out the obvious hole that has been left by Itadori’s distracted hand.
“Ah! My cake!” You share a look with the spikey-haired man, both of you shaking your heads while Itadori tries to salvage what’s left of the spongey cake to patch the hole.
“Hey, if this cake goes sideways, we can always turn them into cakepops or whatever-balls with icing.” You slowly pan the camera to the hole to show how Itadori is trying his hardest to make it look like nothing happened.
“But that’s not what this video is for! I made a cake. How could I betray those who depend on this cake for their mental wellbeing?” He slams his hands on the countertop while exclaiming.
Barking comes from the living room, Demon clearly upset at being woken up by the chaotic pink guy on the verge of fake tears. Fushiguro looks at his roomie before starting to count.
“Oh no…” Itadori’s eyes go wide. He carefully sets the tool down and books it for the window, narrowly avoiding Fushiguro’s grasp.
“No! Not there! I just-” you yell to the flash of pink, running towards him in false hopes of stopping him.
A crash of clay sounds out from the fire escape.
“Put my plants outside.”
Your defeated face looks toward the camera, exhaling deeply with hands on hips. Demon runs to the window before slipping on the hardwood because of lack of traction. Both you and Fushiguro wince as the dog smashes into the wall before scrambling to chase Itadori once more.
“Cut the camera! Deadass!” shouts the man in the window.
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## THE RPD ROMANTICS, TRACK 16: the collab
summary: the day finally arrives! everyone's dancing their hearts out until... (+ includes a written part, ~.7k)
link to the rpd romantics masterlist
link to the rpd romantics spotify playlist-- (start chapter at: touch my body by sistar)
our story continues under the cut!
touch my body!
hyolyn’s majestic belts flooded through the speaker, sending all of the cover groups into a frenzy.
hoshi was the first to arrive at the center and he was feeling himself with sistar’s sensual choreography. dk followed suit, claiming the stage as seventeen’s.
but soon, soobin, the all-knowing choreography master, slipped in beside them, also earning txt a point.
you cast a glance at all of your crew mates, but none of you made a move to the center. heesung, who was standing with the other onlookers, let out a quick cheer for enhypen, making you all giggle.
“current scores– seventeen: 17, txt: 17, enhypen: 15”, the automated voice boomed through the speakers. “3, 2, 1-”
설렘이 멎기 전에
i wanna make it pop, pop, pop, you want it
thank you miss nayeon for having such a cute and simple choreo, you internally screamed. you and practically every other contestant rushed into the middle, reading to earn some easy points.
sunoo somehow managed to place himself in front of the camera and decided to absolutely shine during the certifiably tiktok viral post-chorus. some others you noticed were seventeen’s seungkwan, master of anything girl group, and txt’s hueningkai, whose naturally cute charm made his dancing “pop”.
“current scores– seventeen: 18, txt: 18, enhypen: 16.” everyone jogged back to their places on the sidelines, high-fiving one another while eagerly awaiting the next track. your boys looked especially fired up, desperate to catch up to the senior groups. “3, 2, 1-”
open your eyes
조용히 open your eyes
jay and sunghoon covered this song and they know it so damn well. a wolfish grin spread across your face. after exchanging nods, they both ran toward the center.
a single, deafening gasp rang through the crowd. jay tripped over himself and was now on the ground, motionless. sunghoon was kneeling beside him, shaking him gently.
that smile you had dropped instantly. your heartbeat rang in your ear, so much so that it hurt. you couldn’t just do nothing while he was on the ground.
“jay? jay!” you screamed, running into the center. a small group of the 7th sense dancers crowded around him, but they quickly parted when they heard the urgency in your voice.
upon closer examination, his eyelids were fluttering open. “you’re conscious, thank god.” you held up some shaky fingers. “can you tell me how many fingers i’m holding up?”
jay slowly rolled over, propping himself up on his elbows. “four, dummy. now can you help me up? i don’t think i can get up myself.”
you let out the breath you were subconsciously holding. “alright, hold on tight then.”
with a fell swoop, you took hold of his hand and tugged him upright. afterward, you slung his arm around your shoulders, and with a bit of effort, hobbled over with him in tow.
yes, it was a tad bit of a medical emergency, but you were also incredibly flustered by the fact that you were that close to him. you caught a whiff of his cologne, which was driving you insane. and not to mention, his arm was so built for a guy whose main sport is dancing.
safe to say, you were a bit of a mess when you finally dropped him off by the rest of the enha boys. you stepped away as they swarmed their leader.
“guys, i’m fine, really. i just need a bit of time to recuperate.”
jungwon shot him an inquisitive look. “but you’re bright red… are you sure you’re not about to pass out on us? it is hot outside. need some water?”
jake elbowed the younger boy jokingly. “nah, he’s red because he has a big fat crush on y/n and y/n was super close to him.”
“they even held hands before marriage. gross.” niki quipped, causing the boys to erupt into laughter.
sunghoon quickly rushed to jay after the nct u track stopped playing. sunoo got him all caught up, and soon he was rolling on the ground laughing with the rest of them.
“guys, next song’s playing, pipe down.” you told them. the random play dance barely began and you guys had a point gap to narrow.
after all, the show must go on.
#jay imagines#jay smau#jay social media au#enhypen imagines#enhypen smau#enhypen social media au#jay x reader#enhypen x reader#! 💬. ⋆｡𖦹 °✩ minis
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