and all the cast cuteness at the end after they wrapped the finale

*casually dumps a shitton of dear evan hansen/be more chill crossover headcanons*

EDIT: Now with a part 2!

NOTE: All of these headcanons take place within the crossover universe but not all of them feature characters from both musicals.  Some just involve DEH characters and some just involve BMC characters.  I JUST WANTED TO HEADCANON STUFF ABOUT THEM OKAY (also this is a hella long post so under the readmore it goes)

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I was thinking about this the other day; the RFA reacting to finding fanfic of themselves? X3


  • It’s not really fanfic of Yoosung as much as it is of SuperYoosung (aka, his online persona)
  • Thing is, he was talking to a girl he met while playing LOLOL and she was awed by him
  • So, she started talking to him regularly, always admiring him and all his hard fought work and so on
  • Then he finds out from a guild member that she’s writing fan fiction versions of his exploits in game (and out, but in the context of in game)
  • He reads them and the character she’s made him out to be is this brave, handsome warrior who travels the land searching for his one true love, fighting evil, helping innocents and fellow warriors alike, and just being a hero
  • Yoosung is embarrassed to admit he got super sucked into the story and the way it progressed like a real fantasy novel, and is so disappointed to find that she’s two chapters from finishing it, although the last two chapters promise to have a reunion, a final battle, a satisfying wrap up, and a happy ending
  • Yoosung talks to his online buddy and learns that she never named the female character because nothing sounded right, so he tells her to use the real love-of-his-life’s name
  • She does, she startled people are so happy with the reveal of the name, Yoosung cries over the ending three months later
  • Now, he’s subscribed to her, so any fanfics she writes about SuperYoosung or based around his adventures, Yoosung will read
  • It’s totally a guilty pleasure, he can’t even bring himself to share it with MC


  • So, you know, she was casually scrolling through some Zen fan fiction when she saw an “RFA” tag
  • So she clicked it out of curiosity
  • First of all, SO much Zen/Jumin porn
  • Just like
  • Wow
  • one of the main writers for these fics username is HackerLoveGod, and she swears it’s Saeyoung
  • Then she finds a tag of her name
  • She clicks and finds an overwhelming amount of fanfics about her
  • It’s mostly really cute fics about her interacting with the RFA, possibly flirting with someone and finding someone inside or outside the RFA
  • Ironically, MC is in very few and is never the romantic interest
  • The only romantic interests Jaehee has is either one of the guys (most Jumin, she’s mortified to find out, with Zen as a close second) or a random guy, once it was even Rika
  • Jaehee never admits that she found any of this, still kind of shaken by the idea that people are actually interested in her so much that they theorize about her happy ending
  • It’s kind of creepy


  • It’s to be expected with a big name actor, especially when he’s cast in so many romances because of his good looks
  • Plus he canonly has a romance writer who bases a lot of her male leads off of Zen
  • But most fanfics are extremely romantic, long winded stories about how he and MC met, their whirlwind romance, and how they had to fight off Echo-girl
  • They’re all extremely romantic, some better than others, some even becoming soulmate au’s because some fans love and respect his love so much
  • NGL, Zen totally uses a few fanfics as platforms for romantic dates (he takes MC ice skating because of one fic where he did that, she almost fell, he caught her, and it was all very sweet, where as the reality was that he tripped and accidentally pulled her down with him and she ended up pinned under him by accident)


  • A woman actually wrote a book with a character loosely based off of Jumin as the main lead
  • It was a rather… inappropriate book, especially coming from a woman that had never met him
  • But one day, he finds MC sitting on the couch, laughing at her phone with Elizabeth in her lap
  • She shows Jumin the hundreds of self-insert fan fiction where women meet and ultimately fall in mutual love with him
  • When he asks why she thinks this is so funny, she points out two things
    • 1. At least a third of them take 2-14 days for them to fall in madly in love, which parallels real life, which she thinks is hilarious
    • 2. All the ones written after MC and Jumin got married, MC is this monstrous, smoking, drinking, possessive, greedy bitch, and the women “rescue” Jumin from such a terrible woman
  • Jumin fails to see the amusement in these, especially the idea that MC is evil
  • She finds a few really bad ones and reads them to him so that he can truly enjoy them with her
  • She also reads some really good ones that are super romantic and Jumin totally takes ideas from (i.e. Gifts to give, restaurants to eat at, things to do together)


  • “I’ve hacked the world in which you exist. I found the lives you imagined we’d have together. Let’s make one a reality.”
  • Hahaha, ignore that please, it’s mildly creepy
  • Also, there’d better not be fan fiction of him as that could be a terrible thing
  • Seriously, he’s a hacker, he lives in the shadows, so if anything gets out about him, he’s screwed
  • So that means, the only reason he’d find fanfic of himself was if the RFA or someone that knew him wrote it
  • When Saeyoung finds the fan fiction, he’s horribly confused for obvious reasons
  • He reads them, is slightly disturbed that the character dynamics between him, the RFA, Saeran, MC, and others are so spot on, but actually becomes pretty invested in some of these adventures
  • Eventually he backtraces everything to…. his house? What?
  • When he finally figures which computer is posting it, he’s surprised to find Saeran’s writing it, while he was expecting MC
  • Then it hits him; that’s why she’s been giving Saeran feed back about his writing lately
  • Saeyoung totally hacks Saeran’s computer to watch him write, so he can have the next chapter now
  • When Saeran starts to kill Saeyoung off, he can’t help himself, opens a chat box and says “NOooo!!! You can’t kill your own brother!! Why would you do this?!”
  • Saeran types back, “I FUKCING KNEW IT!!”
college boyfriend!wonwoo

Originally posted by hoshihoshy

  • my first piece for wonwoo!!! for this request
  • for some reason i was kinda struck with this idea of wonwoo while i was plotting and i can’t really get it out of my head
  • so in college, wonwoo is… elusive

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A Place to Call Home

A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

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February 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I’ve read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here, if you’d like to check that out. :)

MONTH: February, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Start by Inell
Teen And Up | 1,458w
Derek’s acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren’t dating.

▶▶ An RA’s Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband
Teen And Up | 2,208w
“Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you’ve locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in.”

“Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game.”

Derek seriously can’t take this anymore.

▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire
General | 1,133w
Stiles decides that, since they’re the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine’s Day together.

▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,142w
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling
Teen And Up | 4,756w
Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That’s how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he’ll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.

▶▶ Demanding Forever Series
[1] That Stalky Thing by wangler
Mature | 2,560w
Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing.

[2] Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler
Explicit | 3,264w
“Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old,” Stiles says, lipping at Derek’s mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.

▶▶ Dog’s Best Friend by otter
General | 8,923w
Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said “HALEHOUNDS” across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.

▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★
Teen And Up | 4,023w
Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★
Mature | 20,525w
“Stiles, I’ll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He’s a difficult person to live with, so I won’t sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job,” Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.“

▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Teen And Up | 2,762w
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

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Not So Innocent After All

Pairing: Dean x reader (Y/N)

Word count: 3898 words (this ended up getting waaaay longer than I expected…)

Warnings: some smut and a cute Sammy…. I think that’s it :)

Summary: You are on a witch hunt with the boys when a spell is cast on you and Dean. Will he find out that you have a crush on him?

A/N: This was written for @whispersandwhiskerburn Much Ado About SPN challenge. my prompts were the Shakespeare quote: “If music be the food of love, play on” (Twelfth Night I.1) and words Impala, Iron, and Innocence. couldn’t really find a way to work Iron into it, so i skipped that :) A big thanks to Angel, since she helped me through this and betaed for me, also, it was basically her challenge that made me start writing fanfic in the first place. THANK YOU ANGEL <3 I think that was all i had to say for now. Happy reading :)

Ever since you first laid eyes on the older Winchester, you had had the biggest crush on him. Mr. Sex-On-Legs had saved you from a big bad werewolf a couple of years prior, and you had decided to join him and his brother in the eternal battle against supernatural evil. Dean had rejected your application as their new partner in crime in the beginning, but since you had nowhere else to go (and a pair of puppy dog eyes as good as Sam’s) he couldn’t refrain from letting you tag along.

Sam quickly became the little brother you never had, and Dean, well, not so much. You knew he thought of you as more of a little sister than anything else, and though it sometimes was extremely painful not being able to tell him how you really felt about him, you wouldn’t dare risk your friendship and your inclusion in the Winchester family. In the beginning, you thought that he actually liked you back, but as it turns out, Dean flirts shamelessly with every girl he meets. It broke your heart into a million pieces the night you realized how wrong and naive you had been.

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I Love You-Shawn Mendes X Reader

Title: I Love You

Word Count: 722

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Warnings: Kissing? Making out? Fluff?

A/N: Here’s a small drabble thing because Shawn Mendes held a concert in my country today and I really wanted to go, but I couldn’t. (And then of course another friend of mine posted videos from the concert on Snapchat, which had me in a kind of crabby mood, since I couldn’t go)



You could barely stop grinning as you were lead by the security guard down many hallways. Finally you would get to see your boyfriend! You were so consumed in your thoughts that you almost walked past the guard, who’s name was Alexander you learnt, stopped by a door. The door was simple, black with a silver knob and a paper behind plastic that read SHAWN MENDES. 

“Here we are.”

Butterflies filled your stomach, and you made sure your clothes were free of every wrinkle before you walked in the door, the guard following right after. You didn’t see him at first, but then you noticed him laying on a black couch, softly strumming on his guitar. When the door opened he looked up, and suddenly his eyes were the only thing on your mind.

“Y/N.” He whispered, his eyes wide as saucers and a blush spreading across his face.

By now you probably looked like a tomato, with equally as big eyes as his, you looked at him like you’d never seen anything more beautiful in your life. And you probably hadn’t. 

Shawn was quick on getting off the couch and stride over to you, and before you knew it you were pressed against his chest and his lips molded with yours. If it hadn’t been for the fact that you hadn’t seen him or been this close to him in three months, you would probably be very flustered that you were making out in front of a guy. But, right now you weren’t able to think.

“God I missed you.” Shawn breathed when you finally pulled apart.

“I missed you too. So much. I love you.”

Shawn pecked your lips before stepping away and putting his hand in yours. He didn’t let go of it until it was time for him to go on stage.


The concert was finally over, and Shawn was packing up his stuff while you laid on his couch and played Unblock Me on your phone. 

“I am so tired, how do you stand this?” You asked as you tried to get up in a sitting position.

Shawn chuckled and turned to you. “You get used to it. You’ll understand when you join me on my tour this summer.” 

“I hope so.”

Shawn walked over to you, a grey backpack slung over his shoulder, and held out a hand for you to take. You squealed as he pulled you close to his chest and pecked your nose.

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

You grinned and bit your lip, looking up at him from your eyelashes. “Well, you tell me like, every day, so yeah, I got a feeling.”

Shawn laughed, a bubbling sound coming up from the deep of his chest and made your heart go crazy, before he kissed you slow and passionately.

“Come on, let’s get to the hotel.” He laced his hand with yours, and started to drag you out of the room, as the two of you wore matching smiles.


The sun was shining, the birds were singing and you were the happiest you had been in months. Laying as close to Shawn as possible, feeling his soft breath on your ear, and his arms wrapped around your waist. 

Shawn hadn’t woken up yet, but in a way you were happy for it. Now you could look at him, and see that he had just shaved, or that his eyebrows were plucked, and you could admire the way the light cast shadows on his face. He was honestly beautiful. How had you ended up with him again?

It wasn’t long after you woke up that he did.

“G’mornin beautiful.” He rasped, his voice husky from just waking up and from all the singing yesterday. 

“Good morning. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

He smiled and shook his head, while squinting his eyes, making him look adorable. “No, I woke by myself.”


“Yes?” He asked, his eyes looking down at yours in curiosity.
“I love you so much.”

He paused and smiled down at you, adoration in his eyes.

“I love you too, Y/N, so very much.” He said, before he pecked your nose.

And for a while, you laid there, listening to the birds and each other’s heartbeats, not caring about a thing in the world except you two.

llmagicka-foxll  asked:

Hiya~I just was scrolling through your account, your head canons and scenerios are really funny and well written⭐keep it up~ Could you do a scenerio where the MC and the boys(and Jaehee) end up accedetally having a really awkward kiss. Thx!

Fun fact, the Seven one is based off a true story from about last year with me and my now ex girlfriend. Yes, I was the one who did it to her. And it was awful, but funny after a while. Thank you for the request ~~~~ Jumin:
•Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting..but it wasn’t..That.
•It’s not that he was a bad kisser, but the way he went about it was just unlike him.
• You two were dating, of course, and around your 3rd date, this cat mom decides it was time to “make a move.”
• You had no idea he was even at the restaurant yet. He thought it would be cute to surprise you, so he kept it this way.
• While you sit on your phone, unaware of the business man’s presence, he quickly wraps his arms around the side of your waist, and kisses the corner of your lips.
• yOu litTerally pUnCh Him?!?
•But only because you had no idea it was him!! So, he easily can forgive you.
•Won’t admit/show it, but he’s pretty embarrassed.
•Lil shit thinks he’s a smooth fukr.
• He goes up to ask you on a date, when all of a sudden he trips. He fricken trips. Yes, beautiful gods trip to, I guess.
• he ends up falling on top of you. And since you weigh a good amount less than’re on the ground.
• His body is squishing your chest, his hair is tickling your skin..and his lips are on your lips.
• “I’M SO SORRY (Y/N)!!”
•yeah you best be sorry motherfu-
• “’s okay, Zen,” *I kind oF LiKEd iT BUT yOU wOnT knOw…
• He’ll just ask you on that date tomorrow.
•Precious baby fell for another one of seven’s pranks. Jfc.
• “There’s a curse castes upon you Yoosung! If you don’t kiss (Y/N), I’m afraid the two of you will..well, you won’t be around much longer.”
• “I need you to come over, (Y/N) T_T”
• This text was mildly terrifying.
• You get up to his front porch, and knock on the door.
• A red faced yoosung awkwardly greets you. He opens up the door and..
• WhAt YoOSUNG whAt
• That’s it. He does it, and slams the door in your face.
• And seven saw the whole thing.
• It all started when you stole one of his chips.
• He began to tickle you, making you get all red, and crying with laughter.
• yeh no
• You look so cute though?
• He can’t help but start to lean down into a kiss..
• forgetting that he’s actually still tickling you.
• you’re laughing so hard, and he finally..presses his lips on yours..
• and that’s when you snort.
• In his mouth.
• Eventually you shake it off, and sometimes when you two kiss, you fake a little snort to tease him. It becomes an inside joke, really.
• Bless her soUL
• She was working so hard for that gay ass trustfund boi, and you had enough.
• You were going to distract her.
• You had many attempts. Most of which that failed. Such as, throwing wadded up balls of paper at her back.
• You even turned on a zen dvd. nothING.
• “Jaehee~ I’m going to skype Zen~ because he will pay attention to meeee. Unlike soME PEOPLE.”
• “that’s nice pumpkin.”
• ok if that’s how we’re gonna play it. No choice then..I guess you’ll just have to make this your first kiss. That will HAVE to get her attention.
• You slowly walk up behind her, heart racing.
• You put your hand on her desk, and slam your lips on hers.
• Sadly, you didn’t notice the cup of coffee sitting on the edge of her desk..
• It spills on your pants, making it look like you pissed yourself or something.
• “I should have just spilt coffee on my crotch hours ago.”
• “Awh, (Y/N), pumpkin come here. I can take a break for a few I suppose..”
I have no idea’s for V and Saeran right now. It’s late as hellll though. I haven’t written a Headcanon in about a month, and I’m just getting in the swing of it again. I’ve missed you all. I will try and update with v and saebae soonn!

Meddlesome Magical Cookies (Carlos/Reader)

Hi…. So I don’t know what to say other than I’m even deeper in this hole than I thought, so I found myself writing this and now I find myself posting it. I don’t know whether anyone could want any more of my rambling writing, but just let me know if you do, or if you have any ideas you’d like to suggest,

Summary: Mal’s revenge plot doesn’t go to plan, Carlos is the sweetest person in all of Auradon, you find the whole situation emotionally draining, and nobody deserved to pass Goodness 101 because they’re all evil masterminds.


Mal maintained that Carlos had it coming. That little shit had been ruining her and Ben’s dates all week for no apparent reason other than he was bored. She figured the least she could do would be cast a little teensy tiny spell on him in return. It was just your luck you got dragged into it.

Jay was an awesome person in your opinion, you hadn’t known him well a month ago, (hell it was only a week before that that you’d joined Auradon Prep in the first place), that was until you were paired together for a school project. You’d discovered he was a good guy and a great friend. It hadn’t mattered to you in the slightest who his parents were, and you had speedily become close friends with the Rotten Four, even declaring yourself their official parent after observing through their telling behaviour and rushed stories how awful their lives had been so far. You knew better than most that someone’s family had no effect on who or what they were, curtesy of your own parents.

You had been lifted out of school for the past week in order to visit Olympus and spend time with your parents (you really loved your parents, your Dad Hercules would relive you of your studies so you could spend the day together, and your Mother Meg would simply bail you out because she knew how much it sucked), and Jay had been nice enough to compile all the notes you needed. You were only annoyed at yourself that you’d forgotten to pick up the notes yesterday evening like you’d both planned and now had to drop by Saturday morning. It was comical really; how were you to know Mal had fed Carlos an altered batch of love potion cookies the night before, leaving adequate time for the spell to take effect by morning (it was a different recipe to the one she’d used on Ben, she had after all wanted different results). This one decreed whomever the affected saw first became the object of their unbridled affections. To put it simply, Carlos would fall in love with whoever he saw first that morning.

You knocked on the door.

You found yourself fidgeting as you waited, regretting not making more effort this morning, you didn’t care at all what Jay thought of your appearance, at least no more than anyone would care around their friends, but Carlos… Let’s just say you had a borderline unhealthy need for him to find you attractive. It was just, he always looked so goddamn attractive and his freckles were unfairly cute and his smile was lethally beautiful so you just, sort of hoped, that he might feel the same kind of way about you. Well. You thought that slim possibility was now nonexistent.

You knocked on the door again.

Jay, ever the heavy sleeper, didn’t emerge from underneath his mound of bedding. Carlos, ever the light sleeper, was unceremoniously awoken. He shuffled towards the door, opening it while rubbing his eyes and letting out the most adorable yawn fathomable.

“Hey Carlos- oh sorry, did I wake you?” You winced studying the boy’s sleepy disposition.

He watched your beautiful eyes scan his face, the concern for him in them making you all the more attractive. You were only wearing super causal clothes (in fact you’d slept in the shirt) but you looked incredible, mildly nervous at his prolonged silence and dark circles were visible under your eyes, but incredible nonetheless.

“Carlos? You okay there?”

He coughed. “Yeah. Yes, I am- I’m fine.”

You smirked dubiously. “You sound it,”

“So, uh, what can I do for you Y/n? I mean, how can I help?”

“I haven’t been here all week, and Jay had a bunch of notes to give me.” Your voice lilted at the end, the statement coming out as a bit more of a question as you peeked into the room.

“Well you can come in, if you- if you want? We can look for them, and, um, we can wake Jay up and make him help,”

“Awesome. Thanks Carlos.” He didn’t know whether his heart swelled at the smile of relief that spread across your face, or at the way you said his name. His heart always missed a beat when you spoke it, but now the effect seemed amplified somehow.

Your smile turned wicked at the sight of Jay soundly sleeping. You dropped your bag as quietly as you could on the floor, and crept forward. “Wake up Jay,” you exclaimed painfully loud, jumping on top of the slumbering boy.

The boy in question groaned loudly. “Y/n? Is that you?”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry I couldn’t resist.” You explained impishly.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a bad way to wake up.” Jay tugged down the duvet and grinned lewdly up at you, nodding at your straddled position over him.

You rolled your eyes at his innuendo, and moved to climb off of him when you heard a noise behind you.

Both you and Jay turned around curiously. “Carlos. Did you just, growl?” Jay asked disbelievingly.

“Don’t touch Y/n.” Carlos was stood with his fists clenched, his chest heaving and the rage practically rolled off him in waves.

“What did you just say? Did you just tell me not to touch Y/n?” Jay clarified bemusedly as you carefully slid off the bed.

The younger Isle boy didn’t cease to look distressed and you approached him, your confusion evident.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t-” He stopped, stretching his hand out towards you. You took it immediately and then Carlos had his arms wound around your waist, and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. What. You looked at Jay, who was trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

The boy currently wrapped around you let out a noise between a hum and a sigh, obviously contented. You felt his warm breath fan your exposed collarbone and you tried really really hard not to blush as red as Ariel’s hair.

“Carlos?” You questioned. No response. “Honey,” you implored, the word rolling off your tongue far smoothly than could be expected, and he finally lifted his head with a dopey smile. “Have you been feeling… weird lately? Maybe because you drank something, or you met someone strange?” Jay nodded his head at your assumption something unnatural had happened to Carlos to make him act this way. He looked thoughtful.

“He wasn’t like this yesterday,” Jay offered, his lips twitching unbidden. You knew why he was fighting a smile. You could practically feel Carlos staring at you intently (read: lovingly).

“Carlos what did you do last night?” You probed but it fell on deaf ears. Carlos had began to fiddle with your hair idly and yet again you resisted the compulsion to let a rosy blush consume you.

“I want more of Mal’s cookies.” Carlos murmured absently but with surprising determination.

You and Jay shared a look.

“Mal’s cookies?” You both said in perfect time together.

“They were really good,” The freckled boy muses, more to himself.

You conspire silently with the older VK yet again and know exactly what you have to do.


“Mal.” Nothing.

“Mal!” Nothing again.

“Mal, open the door right now or I swear to Hades I will-”

The door swung open.

“Jay it is a Saturday, what is wrong with you?”

“What did you do to Carlos?” Jay asks assertively, leaning against the door frame. Her smirk is delightedly cruel (some things never change) and she goes to answer him when she spies you. And Carlos. Who had refused to let go of your hand as you journeyed over there and now in addition held your waist and was he- Yes. He was now smelling your hair.

“Oh this is much better than I planned.” Mal sniggered, crossing her arms. “Hey Y/n.” You quirked an eyebrow. “Having fun?”

“Mal.” You said sternly ignoring Carlos’ breath which tickled your ear. This boy was going to be the death of you. “What the hell did you do to Carlos?”

“Well considering this turn of events, I’d say I’ve helped him act on his feelings.” You didn’t think to much on that, you weren’t sure you could handle that at 8:48 on a Saturday morning.

“Mal just tell us what you did.” Jay stood firm, crossing his arms and looking protectively over at you.

She sighed, “you’re no fun,” she strolled over to her bedside table, casual as you like and grabbed something from it. You all stepped into the room. “Here.” Mal tossed the item at Jay who caught it effortlessly.

“You didn’t.” He said upon seeing what it was.

“I didn’t. It’s a different recipe don’t worry.”

“What’s going on?” You asked.

The purple haired girl turned more somber as she caught onto how confused and unamused you were. “I’m honestly sorry you got pulled into it Y/n, I figured he’d see Jay and it would be really funny-” Mal actually looked kind of contrite and you squeezed her hand.

“Just tell me what you did,”

“I gave Carlos a love potion. One that worked by making him fall in love with whoever he saw first this morning.” Her face was mostly impassive but her eyes looked worried. Auradon was fast giving her a new moral code.

“Love potion?” Carlos himself questioned, his grip on you tightening.

“Why?” Jay queried.

“He’s been messing up my dates with Ben all week. For no reason. I thought this would get him to lay off,”

“Can you make an antidote?” You interjected trying not to seem too upset. It wasn’t because Carlos was now in love with you, that was pretty much a dream come true, but you wished it wasn’t induced by a potion and spell.

“Sorry, you kind of have to let it run its course,”

“And how long will that be?”

“I’ve no idea,” You glared at her. “Whoops?” She tried.

“You’re so lucky I love you.”


It had been a week. And you were an awful person. A truly reprehensible excuse of a hero and you parents should be ashamed. Why? Because you had loved it.

Carlos pretty much hadn’t left your side. He had arrived outside your room every school day at 8AM, accompanied by some kind of breakfast treat he’d been persuaded into buying at the bakery and, obviously, Dude. You had established a routine of him being adamant you couldn’t pay him back, and you trying to outwit him and sneak him the money at some point in the day. He always won (thievery and its trappings had been Jay’s speciality sure, but that didn’t mean Carlos was bad at it) and you always pretended like it wasn’t adorable.

He walked with you to every class and tried to meet you after every one concluded. On the few occasions he hadn’t been waiting for you when you got out, you only had to listen for thudding footsteps and know he was racing to arrive before your lesson ended and hadn’t quite succeeded.

He was glued to your side at lunch, and you were required to taste every single item on his plate to affirm it’s deliciousness, even when you had food yourself (“mines better, just try it”). Even in general he was very big on sharing things with you and didn’t care about displaying his affection for you in public. Thankfully, that eased up after the first day otherwise you would have gone round the whole time looking like a tomato.

Your friends thought the whole thing was hilarious. Evie would constantly coo and remark on how cute a couple you were which would have Carlos grinning like a fool and you shooting her deadpan looks. Jay was amused by the whole affair and hadn’t stopped teasing you for even a second. Ben (arguably your closest friend) was at once concerned about Mal using disruptive magic, confused by the strange dynamic, and oddly smug in his insinuations that hinted he knew how this would pan out. Lonnie and Jane had reactions that best reflected the general consensus at Auradon Prep. They hadn’t even realised Carlos was under a spell. On Tuesday Lonnie had made an innocuous off hand comment; “I’m so glad you and Carlos finally got together, the suspense had been killing me,” to which you had spluttered out an explanation before making a hasty departure. Jane had been the same, but this time you were calm as you informed her of the situation and she was the one sputtering. By the time a week had passed they all acted as if they knew something you didn’t. It was infuriating.

Mal’s reaction was… Bizarre at best. She had been avoiding you, you assumed out of guilt, but an inordinate amount of times in a day you would catch her staring at you and Carlos. Her expressions ranged from surprise to glee to mischief to amusement to worry. Whatever it was, you knew Mal wasn’t great at ‘touchy feely’ stuff, so you maintained you would wait for her to come to you.

As for everyone else, you wanted to scream. No one had batted an eye, not even blinked. And it wasn’t like Carlos was subtle, sure you wouldn’t let him kiss you (the lack of consent would make your skin crawl), but he had been fairly happy with finding other ways to be obscenely romantic and adorable.

You were incredibly shocked when nobody commented or seemed surprised as Carlos positioned himself half on top of you in the Cafeteria and tried to ply you with fries. Surely someone should be surprised by these developments? This wasn’t Carlos’ normal behaviour, he was under a love spell for crying out loud. But still, not a single person seemed confused by this turn of events.

All in all, you were in far too deep and didn’t really want to dig yourself out. However, your father had one of the best moral compasses in the world, and you knew what the right thing to do was.

Enough was enough. Despite how much you had guiltily enjoyed Carlos being in love with you all week, it was wrong. And you told him as much.

“Y/n, wait,” He pleaded as you all but dragged him to Evie and Mal’s room. “I don’t want to lift the spell.”

You faltered for a second but continued climbing the ornate stairs. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t know what you want.” You could see the girls’ door at the end of the hallway and strode towards it.

Carlos ran ahead of you, walking backwards as he tried to stop you getting to the door. “I know I don’t want to stop feeling like this.” You avoided his eyes. “Y/n,” He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I love you.”

This had started as a joke but it didn’t feel very funny now.

“No you don’t.” You said firmly and he tried to argue back but you kept talking. “Carlos. You have been so amazing to me this past week, and I’ve loved you loving me, but this isn’t right. There is someone out there who can make you feel this way, without a love potion, and I can’t keep you to myself and deprive you of being in love for real.” You felt stinging tears form and you willed them not to fall. Since when were you so emotional? God, this whole thing was so dramatic. You turned away from Carlos, who looked painfully crestfallen. Your only solace was that you weren’t the only one who’s eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

You rapped on the door twice.

Evie answered it, looking bubbly and chipper as usual. However she immediately seemed to understand how distraught the two people knocking on her door were and so sobered quickly.

“Are you two alright?”

“Is Mal here?” You asked insistently.

“Yeah she’s right- Mal, Y/n and Carlos are here to see you.” Evie interrupted herself, summoning her best friend.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite couple,” she smirked as you entered the room, emerging from the bathroom herself.

“Undo the spell.” You ordered.

“Y/n I need-”

“I know you said it wasn’t possible but there has to be an antidote or an anti spell or some vodoo pendant to make this go away, I mean half my family are gods I’m sure there’s someway we could-”

“Y/n, Y/n listen to me.” Mal cut you off, grabbing your shoulders and halting your rushed expulsion of words. Her eyes flicked to Carlos who was moping in the corner. “I have to tell you something about the spell.”

“What? What now, it lasts for a year?” You ran your hands through your hair before tossing them up in frustration.

“Does it?” Carlos said hopefully from the other side of the room. You glared at him.

“Carlos. Stop. You’re not really in love with me and you never could be. Stop fighting, we need to remove the spell.” You spat, aware you were being mean but you couldn’t bring yourself to retract your words. Couldn’t he see this was hurting you just as much?

“I don’t care about the stupid spell, I love you. Why can’t you understand that?” He surged across the room towards you, staring back at you fiercely.

“No you don’t. You only think you do.” You insisted, your faces mere millimetres away from each other at this point.

“Uh, guys?” Mal piped up from beside you. “I have a confession to make.”

“What?” You and Carlos snarled simultaneously.

“The love potion only lasted 24 hours.”


“What?” You whispered.

Mal scratched the back of her neck, torn between feeling remorse at how upset her friends clearly were, and pride at how this whole situation had turned out.

“We kind of found out on Wednesday, the recipe, the one I used for the cookies, it was only for 24 hours.”


“Everyone else knows,”

You gulped. “Let me get this straight: Carlos hasn’t been under a spell since Sunday morning?”

Mal nodded.

“All week, that wasn’t a spell, that was all him? All genuine?”

Mal nodded again.

“Carlos is really in love with me?”

“Maybe you want to ask him that. We’re just, we’re gonna go.” Mal backed out the room, only pausing to grab Evie who had been watching the exchange with glowing eyes, and would have continued to do so if she left her.

The door shut with a loud click.

“You love me?”

Carlos was now somehow sheepish, and sheer adoration coursed through you as he shuffled his feet and fidgeted. “Carlos?” You had stepped apart during the revelation but now you closed the distance.

His eyes locked on yours. They seemed, almost sad. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love you so much Y/n.”

“Well good,” you laughed shakily, tugging him forward. He awkwardly collided with you, the very definition of surprised. “Because I love you too.” You didn’t realise until you said it how true it was. You loved Carlos.

He smiled so sincerely and so widely you couldn’t help but mirror him. He linked his fingers with yours, studying your face carefully.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I would be offended if you didn’t.” You grinned, leaning towards him and kissing him on the mouth. It was a kiss of contradictions; it was all at once bruising yet tender, sweet yet lustful, soft yet passionate. One of your hands still awkwardly grasped his shirt, the other played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Carlos’ hands didn’t seem to know where to rest so they travelled up and down your sides. Your noses brushed gently as you pulled away and you couldn’t help but smile dopily. Yet again he wore a matching expression and you rested your forehead against his.

“Hey, how come you were ruining Ben and Mal’s dates in the first place?” You asked curiously: in your mind it was the only happening left unexplained.

Carlos smiled, rolling his eyes, presumedly at himself, “I was sulking because you’d gone to visit your parents, and Ben and Mal seemed so happy and I was jealous so I-”

He didn’t finish because you started laughing. All of this was the result of Carlos’ intense moping. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He sighed but there was an easy smile on his face.

“Yes you are.” You admitted as you chuckled and pulled him back towards you. You kissed him eagerly, intent on making up for lost time. You shivered, like an electrical current was surging through you, and it felt addicting.

Your love for Carlos (like his love for you) thankfully, wasn’t from a batch of enchanted cookies, or a mystical spell, but it sure felt magical.

Favorite Couple – Brett Talbot Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write a Brett imagine where him and the reader have a relation like maya and lucas of gmw,like her is always calling him names and making fun of him, and he likes her but he doesn’t knowshe likes him too and he thinks she doesn’t like him back because all that stuff, so the packdecide set them up together in a date and they confess their feelings? just a lots of fluff.

Word Count: 1,650

Author’s Note: Okay, I really struggled coming up with an idea for this. I changed things about and decided to have the cast of GMW be the pack since we don’t know Brett’s pack at Devenford Prep. I hope you like it.

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Bucky Barnes Soul mate AU drabble

Summary: Bucky has a soul mate, but doesn’t know it until he, Steve and Sam come back from a mission

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader Y/N, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

Notes: I am the worst at updating!!! But since it’s my birthday, you can’t yell at me! :p This one has been in my drafts for a while… Enjoy this cute fluff!

Soulmate. The concept had always been present in Bucky’s mind as it was in everyone’s, but he had never felt anything or recieved any sort of message from his person. He had tried writing a simple ‘hello’ once when he was in high school, but there was no reply. He saw so many people feel what their soul mate felt and talked back and forth through writing on their arms with marker or pen. He had seen so many couples stop and stare in amazement at meeting for the first time, almost undoubtedly kissing at first sight.

During Bucky’s capture, all he could think about was what his soul mate felt during the torture and whenever he had the chance and remembered, he wrote apologies all along his right arm.

And now, in the 21st century, Bucky still had no soulmate. Steve had found his, of course, and Bucky was glad for that, but also a bit jealous at times. He’d see Steve and Sharon look at each other in that way and he’d be so happy for Steve and then want something like that for himself. By now, though, the concept wasn’t something he thought about since he figured that maybe he wasn’t meant to have a soul mate. Maybe the universe made it so that he didn’t have that unmistakable feeling when he looked at someone for the first time and maybe he wasn’t supposed to feel what they felt.

Bucky, Steve and Sam were on a mission in France. It was supposed to be a simple extraction of intel and it was until Bucky felt a shooting pain that radiated from his foot to his kneecap on his right side. He looked down and there was nothing that could have caused such an almost debilitating pain, so he did his best to ignore it. Once their mission was complete, they all went back to the safe house in Germany to keep their payload safe and rest up for a day of traveling.

“You okay, Barnes?” Sam asked Bucky once they entered the house.

“What? Yeah, I’m good. My leg just hurts,” Bucky explained.

“You’re not bleeding, are you? How did you get hurt?” Sam asked.

“I didn’t, that’s the thing… Probably just a cramp,” Bucky surmised.

They each retired to their rooms and as Bucky undressed, he noticed that there was writing on his leg. His heart raced as he read the text that appeared on the inner side of his calf.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make your leg hurt. I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my fibula…” it read. Bucky’s heart raced. He had a soul mate and they were apologizing to him.

Not knowing what else to do, he threw some sweats on and knocked on Steve’s door.

“Come in,” Steve said.

Bucky opened the door and shut it behind him, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Steve… My soul mate…” he managed out. He lifted his leg up and Steve read the writing.

“Bucky, we have to find this person…” Steve said, sounding happy. “Write back! But, not on that leg, it’s probably in a cast by now. Bucky this is fantastic!”

Bucky had no idea what to make of all this. Steve gave Bucky a couple of markers to write with and he started to write back on the opposite leg.

“That’s okay, get a cast on it. What’s your name?” Bucky read aloud to Steve as he wrote.

It was a few seconds before he recieved a reply.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. What’s yours?” Bucky read aloud as the words appeared on his skin. It was a girl. His heart leapt bounds and he froze, a million thoughts swirling in his head.

“Well, go on then!” Steve said, noticing Bucky’s hesitation.

“What if she knows who I am and what I’ve done… what if she doesn’t want to meet me…“ Bucky’s self-doubt spilled out of his mouth.

“Buck, she’s your soul mate there’s no way she wouldn’t want to meet you,” Steve explained.

With a shaky hand, Bucky wrote his full name and waited for a reply.

“The hero, Bucky Barnes? That’s you?” she wrote. Bucky studied the word “hero”. He had never thought of himself as one, always the villian if there had to be one, but when her first impression of him was that he was a hero, then he supposed it couldn’t be all bad.

By the end of the night, they had set up a time place to meet in person and Bucky was shaking with nerves by the time he was waiting for her. He had begged Steve to come with him to the Starbucks where they were to meet and after wearing him down, Steve finally agreed. It was mid-October, so the New York air was chilly and it didn’t help Bucky’s nerves at all.

Then he felt it.

His head started spinning and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he looked around to see her. To his left, he saw a girl on crutches, her right leg wrapped in a purple cast. It was her.

“Steve…” Bucky managed out and gestured to her.

Before Bucky knew what he was doing, he walked over to her and their eyes met. Time seemed to stop when they looked at each other. His heart skipped a beat, he swore, and he could see nothing but her. Those eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen and he wanted nothing more than to stare into them for the rest of his life.

“It’s you… You’re Bucky,” she spoke breathlessly. “You’re my soul mate.”

Bucky smiled and nodded. “I’m.. I’m so glad to meet you…”

A huge smile spread across her face and Bucky couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how truly stunning she is. He wanted to know everything about her: her favorite foods, what kind of clothes she liked, even her favorite perfume. Interrupting his train if thought, Steve spoke from behind him.

“Bucky? Is this her?” he asked.

Bucky tore his eyes away from her face and looked at Steve. “Yeah, this is her… This is my soul mate, Y/N… Oh, Y/N, this is my best friend Steve.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she said and leaned her weight on her good leg to stick her hand out to Steve for him to shake.

Bucky felt lighter than air when she spoke and he wanted nothing more than her happiness. The sun had begun to set by the time their drinks were finished.

“Well, I should get going. I have some medication to take and an exam to study for… It was wonderful to finally meet you, Bucky…” Y/N said in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.

“I think you two should stay at the tower tonight…“ Steve said and smiled.

Bucky knew that he and Y/N had to spend the night together–it was a seal for their bond. At this point in their lives, their soul mate bonding is at its most fragile at the first meeting. There are some soul bonds that fall apart and take years of emotional labor to repair. Bucky looked at Y/N with pleading eyes and she smiled and nodded.


The following morning, Bucky woke up to soft skin against his own and a warm body curled tightly against him. As he breathed in, he smelled strawberries and vanilla, and it encouraged him to bury his head deeper into Y/N’s hair.

“Good morning, Bucky,” he heard her coo softly after she shifted slightly. Her cast made it hard for her to move freely in the bed, so Bucky made sure to move with her wherever she needed.

“Morning, doll..” he said and pulled back from her to look at her face.

She looked up at him and they smiled at each other as if the whole world had stopped just for them. Bucky’s heart began to pound in his chest and he placed a hand to her soft cheek.

Before he knew what he was doing, he followed the loudest voice in his head, screaming to just kiss her. So he did. He anchored his head down and let his lips fall to hers gently. She tasted of sweet mint, vanilla and decadent strawberries. Bucky was intoxicated and he couldn’t get enough. It was only when their lungs demanded oxygen that they parted from their passionate and time-stopping kiss.

“So… Breakfast?” he asked her and she nodded, giggling.

This one is for @jowharak, who wanted more Cass & Dami fics. There are not enough of these two interacting, so I decided to write something short and fluffy.

Damian’s been in a bad mood for two days now, snapping at anyone who spends too much time with him, refusing food out of spite, hiding in secluded corners of the Manor until someone (usually Father) drags him out. And Father can reprimand his behaviour all he wants but it’s not going to change anything because it’s all his fault anyway. Two nights ago Damian had sprained his wrist on patrol - a minor injury - and Father had benched him without hesitation. Forbidden him from not only patrolling but training as well until it was healed.

When Damian had sought out Cain in the cave, he had expected her, of all his Father’s collected strays, to understand his need to continue training. Pain is merely a product of the mind, a weakness he cannot afford to give into. He has to be better, stronger, faster. Like Batman. Like her.

She had only shaken her head, though, turned away and gone to change out of her workout clothes. Left him furious and alone on the mats.

The squeak of a window being forced open breaks him out of his reverie. He tenses, melting further back into the corner he’s sitting in, eyes darting around for something he could use as a weapon. The chances of it being an intruder are less than slim, but better safe than sorry.

A few seconds later a ball of black rolls across the attic floor, then Cain is lifting her head to smile at him from her crouched position less than a metre away. "Littlest brother,“ she says in lieu of proper greeting.

Damian glowers. "The door not good enough for you?”

Cain tilts her head, still staring at him without moving. “Faster from outside.”

“Tt.” He turns away to look out the window, watching out of the corner of his eye as Cain straightens up and begins walking around the attic. She picks up a brass candlestick and inspects it carefully before setting it down and moving onto a box full of old notebooks with Dick scrawled across the side. “What are you doing?” he eventually snaps, after numerous sheets have been lifted, objects scrutinised and boxes rifled through.

“Exploring,” Cain replies simply.


She shrugs. “Why not?”

Damian frowns as she pulls out an old, dusty photo album and sits cross-legged on the floor to flick through it. He watches for several minutes but Cain doesn’t make any attempts to engage him, just continues perusing the album until she gets to the end, then reaches for another one. Damian eventually turns away, looking back out the window at the sinking sun setting the sprawling Manor grounds aglow. The silence that settles over the attic is surprisingly comfortable and Damian allows himself to retreat back into his thoughts.

“I offended you.”

The quiet admission has him turning abruptly back toward her, frown deepening at the openly curious look on her face. Her eyes sweep over him, seeing things he does not mean to reveal. The waning afternoon light casts abstract shadows across them both. Damian watches them drift across her face and doesn’t know what to say. For once, it is Cain who fills the room with words.

“I did not mean to…” She hesitates, lip pulled between her teeth as she searched for the word she wants. “Make you little?”

“Belittle,” Damian corrects automatically and she smiles gratefully.

“Yes, belittle,” she repeats. “I wanted to help you get better.”

It takes a few seconds for her meaning to make sense in Damian’s mind but when it does his lips thin and his brow punches with a scowl. “I don’t need to get better,” he snaps. “I need to be better.”

Cain lets the heated tone wash over her, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms loosely around her shins.

“Like you,” Damian continues. “You’re fast and strong and you don’t let stupid injuries stop you. If you would just teach me-”

“Not stupid,” she retorts. Then, quieter, “Can’t.”

“But you’re-”

“No.” She’s suddenly right in front of him, hands tight on his shoulders. "No. Not like me. I am… made wrong.“ Her fingers fist in the material of his shirt, trembling slightly. Her eyes are hard, steely in the weak orange light. "Be you. You is better.”

Damian’s breath is caught in his throat, eyes wide as she steps back, movements fluid and carefully controlled. The new position drenches her in shadow, invisible if Damian didn’t know she was there. If he wasn’t trained to he a Bat.

His voice is small when he finally says, “What if being me isn’t good enough?”

What if next time it isn’t my wrist, but somebody’s neck?

They stare at each other in the nearly dark attic, quiet breathing falling into sync as Damian waits for an answer. The minutes stretch out until, just when he thinks he isn’t going to get one, she speaks, voice whisper soft.

“Good enough for me.”

And, somehow, it is that, not Pennyworth’s wisdom or Father’s reassurances, which makes Damian feel better. 

“Should go,” she says a moment later. “Almost dinner.”

Cain holds out a hand and he hesitates only a second before taking it. Her fingers tangle with his, squeezing gently. Her smile is warm. Damian smiles back.

Life With Namjoon (02. Sleep)

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A/N: Here’s the second installment of this little series~ I’m glad the first part got a lot of positive responses despite it not being a smut or anything like that haha. There might be smut sprinkled here and there in this series, but for the most part my goal is to craft an ideal, cute relationship (by most people’s standards, I think), and so far I’m having fun doing just that~

Words: 2,216

02. Sleep

This happens every once and a while. When Namjoon slips into his ‘zone’. The zone where attempts to fulfill every single thought on his mind, and in the process pushes basic needs aside.

You’d witnessed him in his zone a few times before—both times occurring in the weeks prior to Bangtan wrapping up their new albums. He always strives for his lyrics to be perfect. He wants his compositions to reflect the mood of the song and the meaning behind the lyrics, and if he feels he’s lacking—even if in the smallest way—he’s going to push himself until he feels content with what he has done.

This is what you’ve learned about Kim Namjoon—mostly through his own recounts. Because not only is he your boyfriend, but he’s your best friend, and over your time together he’d let you into his buzzing brain and big heart.

And in a time like this, you have no doubt that that buzzing mind of his has descended into sleep deprived madness. With the clock striking 11PM, and Namjoon not having returned home in 2 days, your heart aches for him, and you know that you can’t sit back a second longer.

You had been trying to respect him—to have trust in him that he’d be able to know when to take a break and come home to eat and sleep—but…this is getting out of hand. You had even texted Yoongi asking if the boys had managed to drag him back to the dorm to sleep (even though Namjoon always prefers staying with you), and, of course, his response had been “no”.

Pushing off your couch, you sigh and grasp at the extra fabric of Namjoon’s oversized hoodie, his scent reaching your nose and causing you to long for him even more. His hoodie keeps you warm against the permanently cool temperature of your apartment, yet you want more—you want him—cuddled up with you and whispering silly prospects about life into your hair as his body heat presses against your back.

You miss him—and you’re worried, on top of that—so this is the final straw.

In the kitchen, you scoop up some of Namjoon’s favorite snacks and shove them a little backpack resting in your room. You then slip on your shoes, place the bag on your back, and leave your apartment after flicking off the lights and locking the door.

You’re sure if Namjoon knew you were walking the streets of Seoul at this time of night he’d have a little bit of a heart attack (because he’s a cutie that always says “when you’re alone at that time of day a drunk guy may try and steal you away from me”), but you confidently traverse the streets anyway. The new Bighit building isn’t more than a few blocks away.

Stepping up to the mainly closed building, you swipe in with your keycard (thankful that the boys had finally convinced the other staff to make one for you), and start towards Namjoon’s studio. You pass by not a single soul on the way, the halls eerily silent save an increasing loud thrum of bass as you near Namjoon’s studio.

“Joon?” you call quietly as you knock on the shut door. You wait a few seconds, brows furrowed, but the music inside doesn’t stop. Sighing, you turn the knob and slowly step inside, your eyes casting to where Namjoon is hunched over his desk. There are three empty Starbucks cups beside his keyboard, along with an energy drink, and an empty sandwich wrapper. (You internally thank the boys for looking out for their leader, even if they hadn’t been able to get him to rest).

The floor space leading up to his chair is full of ripped out notebook pages—scribbled with words and crumpled in frustration. And Namjoon himself…seems crumpled with exhaustion. Elbows propped up on his desk, his entire body is slouched, dark hair messy and unwashed. You can practically see the fog clouding his mind—like all the gears had overheated and jammed, leaving Namjoon frustratingly stalled because his body isn’t acting as he wants it too.

“Joon,” you say quietly when the partial song ends, taking a large step forward. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your hair tickling his cheek as you nuzzle your face against his neck. At first Namjoon tenses, caught off guard by the unexpected contact, but even his sleepy mind manages to rationalize that the only person who holds him like this is you—so he relaxes into your grasp with a long sigh.

“Babe…,” he says, hand reaching up to grip your arm. Your presence is comforting to him, yet he realizes that you being here likely means that you’re going to try and make him stop—and he’s not ready to throw in the white flag yet…there’s just….something is missing from the melody and he’s been debating adding more synth to the first verse—

“You need to rest, Joonie,” you tell him quietly, knowing that he won’t agree with that. He’s stubborn in his own right. “It’s not good to drive yourself into the ground like this,” you continue, holding him tighter when you feel him weakly attempt to shrug you off.

“I’m not, I just…I need to finish up the lyrics and fix this one cord…,” he mumbles, scooting forward and attempting to reach for his keyboard. However, you don’t let him get there. With your arms still wrapped around him, you tug his chair away from his desk and then spin it around, causing Namjoon to face you.

“Y/N–,” he begins, his brows furrowing unhappily. You see the dark bags under his eyes and the stubble on his chin, and your heart aches.

“I know, I know,” you say, hand reaching out to cup his cheek. You rub your thumb along the stubbly skin, leaning down to kiss his slightly chapped lips. You kiss him gently yet the emotion behind the gesture is firm, and Namjoon sighs as soon as you pull back, his hand moving to run through his messy hair.

“I know you’re determined to keep working. I know you want to get it done, but…let me be the rational side of your brain that you’ve gone deaf to,” you plead, hands smoothing down his shoulders. “If you get rest it will likely help your creativity to come back. You’ll feel better, you’ll be more alert of the tune you’re crafting and the flow of the lyrics you want to write. You’re going to get this done, Kim Namjoon, but you’ve been here nearly 3 days now—and that’s not healthy. I don’t like seeing you like this, the boys don’t like seeing you like this, and I’m sure ARMY wouldn’t be happy knowing their favorite leader is beating himself up trying to get a track done. The album will be ready when it’s ready, you have all of the boys sitting around willing to help you. Please, baby,” you whisper, kissing him softly. “Take a break.”

This time, Namjoon tiredly kisses you back, giving in, and you feel a sense of relief. It seems he’s come around a little.

“I know…,” he echoes, his arms reaching out to encircle you. He pulls you sideways onto his lap, his forehead slumping against your shoulder. The contact has you smiling, and you begin petting your hand through his hair, nails gently scraping against his scalp. Namjoon nearly purrs at the feeling, his body turning into jello at the sensation.

“Hey babe…I brought your favorite snacks,” you tell him after a minute, his eyes closed. Namjoon quietly groans in acknowledgement, his face lightly rubbing against your shoulder in order to wake himself up.

“I’m hungry,” he grumbles, and you giggle, glad to see that Namjoon is back to being a tired cutie instead of a stubborn, exhausted man.

“They’re in my bag,” you say, and wiggle in his hold, pulling your backpack off and setting it on your lap. Once the zipper on the main pouch is open, Namjoon digs around inside, tearing open packages and shoving the snacks in his mouth, mumbling about water when he eats them too fast.

Rolling your eyes, you scoot off his lap and fetch one of his empty starbucks cups from his desk.

“I’ll get you some water,” you say, starting towards the door, but Namjoon stops you. Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you back towards him and snuggles his head against your tummy.

“Don’t go,” he says, and you bend down, kissing the crown of his head.

“You really do turn into a baby when you’re exhausted. I’ll be right back, Joon. I promise.”

Nodding against the hoodie you’re wearing, Namjoon releases you, and, true to your word, as soon as you’ve filled the cup with water at the nearest drinking fountain, you return to Namjoon’s studio. However, Namjoon is no longer in his chair. Instead he’d somehow moved to the floor, and is now using one of his studio plushies as a pillow, your snacks spread on the carpet around him.

“Are you trying to perform a séance with my snacks, or what?” you laugh incredulously, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind you. Namjoon grunts, making grabby hands up at you, and you roll your eyes but soon join him on the floor.

“Here’s your water,” you say, and, barely managing to sit up, Namjoon thanks you and takes a long sip. You move the cup away when he sets it down, and then go back to petting his hair.

“Should we go home? You look like you’re going to pass out.”

“It’s too late I’m already dead,” he grunts, his eyes refusing to open, and you smile.

“Are we sleeping here tonight?”

“There’s a blanket in Yoongi hyung’s office.”

Huffing, you get back up and jog next door to Suga’s studio. He’s got a little couch in his room—because he tends to pull all-nighters more than Namjoon—so you somewhat apologetically scoop up the two blanks and pillow he has spread on the couch.

In the minute it takes you to get back to Namjoon’s studio, the man-child has fallen asleep, light snores filling the room. You roll your eyes, but don’t even think about leaving him. He’s too precious to leave, and you’ll last one night on the floor. So, that being said, you crawl onto the thankfully soft carpet beside him, tossing the blankets over both your bodies. You place the pillow on the ground beside Namjoon’s plushie, and then nuzzle into his chest, sighing contently.

Despite the fact that your bed is much more comfortable, you’re simply glad that you were able to get Namjoon to rest, and with the time ticking past midnight, you’re fairly tired too.

However, just as you’re beginning to doze off, Namjoon’s deep breathing lulling you to sleep, said male groans slightly and lifts one of his arms, wrapping it around you.

“I love you,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. His warm breaths fan against your hair, the male seeming content with staying there, and you smile tiredly.

“I love you too.”

The next morning, the other 6 members of Bangtan flooding out of their car, Taehyung races into the building with his face set in a determined frown. Jin yells after him, tone warning, but Taehyung brushes him off. He’s worried for Namjoon—their leader needs a break—and he plans to drag Namjoon away from his computer even if it’s the last thing he does.

Stomping to Namjoon’s studio, Taehyung grips the handle of the shut door and steps inside, his mouth open and ready to scold Namjoon and drag him away. However, he immediately freezes when he spots you and Namjoon cuddled on the ground in each other’s embrace. His previously steeling heart melts, and he pouts at the cuteness, quickly backing out of the room when Jimin yells up the hall for him.

“Shhh!!” Taehyung scolds, shutting the door as quietly as possible. Jimin blinks in question, a few others mimicking his face as they round the corner.

“Mom and dad are sleeping!”

“Mom and dad?” Yoongi echoes, eyebrows furrowing. “You mean….Y/N and Namjoon are sleeping in there?”

“Do they have clothes on?” Jin asks nonchalantly, and Yoongi nudges him.

“It seems that Y/N got Namjoon hyung to finally rest,” Taehyung says, and the others are glad to hear it. Splitting off—Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung going to work on choreo, Jin leaving to record lines, and Yoongi retiring to his studio to finish up a track—the team breaks apart and gets to work.

Walking into his studio, Yoongi sighs and shrugs off his jackets, tossing it onto the couch. Unfortunately, he misses his aim and is forced to turn and pick it up. It’s at that exact moment that he realizes his couch has been rid of its usual inhabitants—mainly his pillow and blankets.

“Those two,” he grumbles, shaking his head. Yet, as he sits in his chair and spins it to face his desk, he finds himself smiling. Yoongi is glad someone like you is around to support Namjoon in the ways they can’t.

Lance liked to watch the older Garrison students train in the yard in the mornings. Back home he’d wake up with the dawn, except for when his Papi didn’t drag him out of bed.  Then he’d sleep until noon. But most mornings Papi would press a hot mug of his mama’s sweet cafecito into his hands and prod him until he dressed, still half asleep, and drag him down to the boat. He wouldn’t be awake until his third cup, though this would be mud-thick and as bitter as he is, slurped from Papi’s battered thermos as they drove the boat through the Keys and towards the open ocean.

Mornings in the garrison aren’t quite that, but the bitter taste of coffee brewed in on their dorm’s illicit hotplate and the cool dawn air on his cheeks feels almost like those mornings. He doesn’t do it too often - he <i>likes</i> sleeping - but when he’s feeling homesick it’s something that makes him feel better. Even if he can’t smell the ocean, he can have the taste of coffee and the dawn and a few dozen hot cadets working out on the lawn.

PT’s uniform certainly makes watching them fun.

So sipping coffee and watching hot recruits is how he first meets Shiro. It’s the smell of the coffee that draws him in, rich and sweet with sugar cane his mama mailed him every month like clockwork. The mug is one brought from home, thick but a little wonky looking because his oldest sister made it for him, with a messy rainbow painted on the handle. It’s embarrassing. He loves it shamelessly.

Shiro sidles up to him. There’s sweat beading at his temples and dampening the roots of his hair, darkening the hem of his grey wifebeater. He grins crookedly at Lance, head cocked. His bangs flop into his eyes. It is, Lance thinks, fucking adorable. Which is a weird thing to think, right? Because this dude is, like, half a foot taller and twice as wide across as Lance is, and must be double his weight in pure muscle mass. He shouldn’t be capable of looking cute. But he is. He is also painfully attractive, and Lance is twelve and he’s only smooth when he’s trying to talk himself out of a tight spot. Which is always, because he never learned to keep his head down or his mouth shut, but whatever.

“Hey!” Shiro grins at him, eyes crinkling up. He pulls up the hem of his shirt to wipe his forehead. Lance can’t help the way his eyes skitter down, or the heat that blooms over his face and ears and down his neck when he catches sight of smooth skin and abs and… “Is that coffee?”

Lance startles, hands jerking. Hot coffee splashes over is hand, and he hisses. “Fuck!” He grits his teeth and waits for the pain to fade.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, no! I’m fine dude. And if I tell you this is coffee, are you gonna report me? Because if you are, then it’s not. Coffee, I mean, it’s like milk or something. Yeah.” He holds the mug in one hand, flicking the coffee off of his burnt hand. It’s not too bad, the coffee had cooled from the boil it was when he brought it out here, but the skin is red. He grunts and wipes the rest of the coffee off on his pajama pants.

The cadet grins at him. “If I can bum some off of you, I promise the officers won’t find out about it. Where’d you get it?”

Lance grins back. “Places.” The Garrison doesn’t allow outside food, and coffee is prohibited on campus entirely. Something about caffeine addictions in space.

Lance has never been good at following rules.

He casts longing looks at the mug in his hands. “Can I have a sip? Just a sip?”
He can recognize another coffee addict. He holds out the mug. “Go ahead. I’ve got more back in my dorm, if my roommate hasn’t woken up yet.”
“Are you sure? I mean -“

“C’mon, I don’t mind. I like to share.” He holds out the mug of coffee, steam rising in loose coils between their faces, and hopes the flush to his face has faded. He’s never known anyone able to tell when he’s embarrassed, but still.

The cadet takes it eagerly, and their hands brush, rough calloused fingertips over soft knuckles as he cups the thick clay. He can still feel them when he pulls away, hands hovering awkwardly at his side. He crosses his arms. He sips it, and then he sighs, shoulders slumping. He groans. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he mutters.

“Old Cuban recipe.” Pride flutters in his chest, leaving him feeling buoyant and bright, like a light is shining under his skin. “Everyone in Dorm A-3 drinks it for finals. Better than energy drinks.” The sales pitch slips out before he can stop it. He’s got to expand his empire, right? Right.

“A-22? The one where that one Cadet climbed a flagpole and declared themselves King of Earth?” He laughs. There’s coffee caught on his bottom lip, dark and shiny. Lance tries not to stare.

“No one can prove what caused that!” Mostly because, hey, no one was going to out the dorm’s only source of <i>anything</i> in the Garrison. Lance has always been safe. He puffs his cheeks out. “Maybe I should take my coffee back after all.”

The cadet hunches over it, expression suddenly bullish and protective. He slurps pointedly.

Lance holds his hands up. “Or not.” He watches the other cadet for a while. The sun is just starting to break past the rainbow it’s spilled across the horizon, the cadets on the lawn wrapping up morning exercises. In another hour it’s going to be achingly hot out, in that dry way desert days are hot. Somedays, when he stepped outside he felt like all the water is being sucked from his body, it was that kind of hot. He hates it, but whatever. They only sometimes have to go outside anyways. “Your class is just about done, if you don’t wanna get caught sneaking back in.”

The cadet grunts, tipping the last of the long gone cold coffee into his mouth. “It’s okay. I have the morning off.”

“But you’re out here working on PT.”

He smiles at Lance, holding the mug out to him. “I have a good work ethic.” Lance takes it and tries not to think about the cadet’s mouth where his had been. He should be over indirect kisses by now. He’s had <i>actual</i> kisses that don’t leave his chest fluttering this much. “See you?”

“Only if I get your name.” Lance tries to croon. It comes out more of a croak.
The cadet just seems amused. “Takashi Shirogane.”

Lance can feel his soul leave his body. Takashi Shirogane, officer in training and hero of the Garrison. And the cadet who’d just bummed his coffee off of him at five in the morning. The Garrison’s golden boy has just bummed coffee off of A-22’s smuggler. Because of course, Lance thought, this is his life.

He can feel his smile thin on his face. “Cool. I’m,” not going to tell a goody two-shoes his name, “Anthony.” Because naming yourself after a saint is a good idea. He has all the best ideas.

One large hand ruffles his hair. “Good to meet you, Anthony. See you around!” He turns to leave, and Lance watches. Because he’s <i>never</i> getting with that. Which is too bad.

When he gets back to his dorm Hunk grins at him from over a mug of the last of the pot he’d made before he’d left.

Lance doesn’t tell him what happened.

He <i>does</i> end up dreaming of the guy for an uncomfortable length of time.

The second time he meets Shiro he’s got a backpack of illicit alcohol hitched up high on his shoulders. It’s one of the more common runs he does, because the Garrison apparently drives its cadets to drinking. Iverson, at least, does; Lance always notices a hitch in sales when his exams come around. Lance enjoyed the extra cash, but no so much the look of haggard despair worn by some of his best customers.

He’s sneaking back onto the campus. It’s so late it’s early, and he’s returning a borrowed speeder to the lot. “Borrowed” because Hunk is… wonderful, brilliant, a perfect partner in crime in every way, including the stealing vehicles kind of way. Lance knows his way around ‘50s car engines, but the Garrison uses tech he’s not even close to familiar with. He’s in one of the older Cadet uniforms, knowing that they’re allowed to take the speeders into town to run errands for the faculty, which fits pretty well at the wrists but is too wide in the shoulders and short in the legs, though that’s easy to cover with boots and a jacket. He’s got a helmet on, too, full faced, duffel thrown over his shoulder after he disembarks the speeder.

Shiro’s there to meet him. Well, no, not to meet him. He’s there to get on his own speeder to fetch something for a professor, probably, but he’s there when Lance gets in. He’s just swinging off the bike when he turns and comes face-to-helmet with the teen.

“Oh. Hi.” Shiro blinks at him, looking half asleep.

Lance stares. This isn’t the first time he’s encountered someone like this, but it’s the first time he’s spoken to them before meeting them. He’s not sure if Shiro will recognize his voice. He waves. His fingers curl awkwardly against his palm. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, and even though the desert nights are too cold for sweating he can feel it beginning to collect at his temples. The strap of the bag digs into his shoulder.

For a minute they stare awkwardly at each other. “Did Osbourne send you out last night?” Shiro asks. “He’s always doing that to the newest Cadets.”

Lance hesitates, then nods his head. “Yeah.” He hopes that the helmet muffles his voice enough to leave him unrecognizable. “Bastard.” He adds as an afterthought. Under the moonlight turned dawning Shiro looks handsome. Lance suspects that Shiro always looks handsome. He toes the dirt of the landing yard, glancing over the other teen’s shoulder. He has class in a few hours. He needs to hide his haul somewhere the dorm checks won’t find it.

After a moment he asks, “See you around?” He looks awkward. Lance blames himself.

“Yeah. See… you.” Lance walks past him.

He hopes he doesn’t. Lance already knows that hanging out with the Cadet is bad news.

The third time, he’s drunk and it’s the night after finals. Everyone who’s got the hook up is partying. People who don’t have the hook up are partying, mostly because Lance has suffused so much booze, Adderall, and caffeine throughout the campus that one would have to purposefully be avoiding it to not see it.

Lance is sure that, even with his exams, he’s top of the Cargo Class again. He throws back a shot of rum. At the start of the night he was mixing drinks, all the sweet things he knows from home to hide the bite of alcohol, but he’s numb halfway down his chest and all he can feel is the heat in his belly and the tingle in his fingers. Hunk is drinking cheap vodka from a bottle, cheeks flushed and hair clinging to his sweating temples. Lance leans in to kiss him, grinning and smearing saliva over his cheek. “Love you!” He screams over the music. He can hear it pounding in his head, feel it vibrating in his bones. Hunk tosses a heavy arm over his shoulders, laughing too loud and then leaning forward, dragging them both down to the sticky floor. People walk around them, laughing over their heads.

“Bruh! Bruh!” Lance whines. “Heavy!” Hunk laughs and rolls off of him. Lance stares up at the stars, suddenly feeling lighter. He turns his head to grin at his bro, his partner in crime, light and giddy and too happy. The alcohol makes him dizzy.

Hunk holds the bottle up, and they can see the orange from the bonfire shining off it. “We did good,” he says. “We’re <i>notorious</i>. No one after us is ever going to get away with the shit we’ve pulled.” They grin at each other, teeth white against dark faces, and Lance presses their foreheads together.   

“To next year, right bud?” He pulls the bottle in close, sloshing vodka into his open mouth.

Lance takes the bottle from him. “To the next forever, bro.” They’re still grinning at each other, lost in a haze of alcohol and bliss and heady success when an airhorn break through the music and the yelling around them.

“Run!” Someone screams. “Garrison!”

They both scramble to their feet, slow to react. Around them people are scattering into the dark of the desert. The ones that are too drunk or tired to make it back to campus will either be caught or pass out by one of the rock outcroppings. 


A/N: Voltron AU where Lance and Shrio meet before Cerberus. Shiro ends up being ordered to track down the student smuggling supplies into the Garrison. He gets close, but Lance outsmarts him and then he’s forced to leave on the mission. In the meantime, Lance just keeps running into him and developes the worst crush. When they finally get back together as Voltron, he hides the fact that he was the smuggler - because awkward - and the fact that Shiro, who’s never known Lance as Lance, was friends with him before. It’d be too much to explain. Then, of course, his smuggling expertise is needed and things come to a head, because draaamaaa~~~~

The Seven Sleeping Ways of BTS

a request from a lovely anon; 

with each member and their personal sleeping positions with their gf’s…

(1) Hoseok: The Quiet Type - he gently tucks your chin into his collarbone as you bury your face into Hoseok’s broaden chest, basking in the subtle aroma of his okay vanilla scent. A leg of yours crosses upon his and your other arm motionlessly resting upon his abdomen. There’s no communication needed because the both of you can practically talk in breaths - from his pleasant, soft grunts to your little happy sighs, Hoseok’s arm around your shoulder somehow manages to bring your body even closer.

 He arches his neck, only for him to meet your resting forehead and leave a chaste kiss. His lips linger on the skin for a bit longer, but truly, you don’t mind it at all. Even just the moments before your eyes threaten to doze off into a deep trance, a tinge of delight manages to find its way out of your heart, cracking through and curling its way onto your own lips. You lift your face up to his, meeting halfway to lock with Hoseok’s orbed eyes. Almost silently, he leans down to meet the curvature of your waiting ear. His plush lips hovering over the flesh as his low timbre resonated throughout the enclosed air,

“Goodnight, my love.”

(2) Jin: The Admirer Type - where he wakes up to the sight of you, face just inches away. His eyes, only just barely awakened, start paving downwards. From the very slope of your nose to the skin along your creamy lips, just awaiting to be flooded with his butterfly pecks, followed across from the expanse of your milky cheeks - a peachy blush patiently setting into them just as the sun begins to rise from the window behind. He looks upon with such awe and amazement at how such a sight could be so heart poundingly adorable. Only a stir from you rusting along the sheets beside him finally breaks Jin out of his trance. Your eyes slowly peek open with conscious, only for him to outwardly sputter in surprise because he didn’t expect for you to catch him with such a goofy, wide-eyed look plastered first thing onto Jin’s expression while he enjoys the sight of you resting next to you. Giggling bubbles throughout the bedroom as you share knowing looks with him and he starts,

“So….,” he coos into your gracing ear,

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ONE LAST TIME {all of the guys, fluff one shot}

Author’s Note: This was a request from an anon and I really enjoyed writing it. It may be a bit choppy, but I still thought it was cute. 

Walking into the BigHit dance studio, Hobi took in a deep breath.

Smell that kids? That is the smell of hardwork! He exclaimed to his two children. A boy and a girl, both under the age of 5, as they looked up at their mother. Looking around herself, Hobi’s wife laughed.

I wonder if your signature is still in here. She mentioned and Hobi ran to the corner of the room with a feeling of hope in his chest. BTS had parted ways as a group a decade prior and although all of the guys got together from time to time, in the past few years, they mainly emailed and texted.

For Hobi, it was strange to be back in his old stomping grounds. He was now a choreographer for many of the popular groups and when he had freetime, he spent it with his kids. All of the guys were at his wedding, they even stood as his groomsmen, and when his son was born, the hyung line was able to come and meet the infant. But as time passed, the guys got more and more busy. Hobi had recently come back from training the latest boy band while they were on tour, when Jimin sent out an invitation to the guys.

BigHit is closing our old studio/practice building. I think we should go explore one last time before they leave. – JM

Hobi was keen to the idea and added bringing their families along. All of the guys agreed and now Hobi was looking around the practice room for a signature.

What you looking for, hyung? A familiar voice called out from behind him. Hobi smiled and looked at the doorway to see Jimin and his wife standing there. Jimin left his wife’s side as Hobi and him hugged. It’s been a while! I saw your choreography with that new group. … Honey, what’s their name again? Jimin turned. Hobi looked and waved at Jimin’s wife, who gave him a small bow. She had a baby sleeping in the nook of her arm as she walked up to her husband. Hobi’s eyes got wide as he looked down at the baby.

I didn’t realize you had a baby! Hobi exclaimed, but Hobi’s wife stopped him.

Sweetie, I told you about it months ago, his name is Jung Wook, remember? She murmured as Hobi’s daughter walked up to Jimin’s wife.

He’s so cute! She said and Jimin laughed.

Thank you, Ji Su. He said and Ji Su’s cheeks tinted pink. Ji Su and Hobi’s wife began conversing with Jimin’s wife as Ji Hun, Hobi’s son, jumped on the dance mats that were strewn about. Turning back to Hobi, Jimin asked. Did you hear that Namjoon hyung is coming back from the States? He’s teaching out there at the moment. Hobi nodded. He and Namjoon had kept in touch, Namjoon had gone to the States to scout for new rappers, but ended up meeting his wife and settling down. Hobi and his family had flown out there a couple times, but it was hard with everyone’s schedules.

Yea, he’s very excited to tell his kids about how amazing of a leader he was. Hobi and Jimin chuckled. Oh, I heard you and Tae stayed in touch. How’s the movie star doing? Hobi chuckled as he asked. Jimin and Tae were still best friends and spent a lot of time working together. Tae had even introduced Jimin to some producers and Jimin was now working on his own movie deals. But Hobi was right to say that Tae was a movie star, after his success in multiple dramas, Tae started to pop up in movies and then finally he began being cast as the lead.

Eh, he’s alright. He’s upset that the latest movie made him miss his baby girl’s birth. Jimin shrugged.

How many does he have again? Hobi asked, but the door flung open and Tae came rushing in with four children in toe and one little girl swaddled in her mother’s arms.

Jimin laughed and held up 5 fingers for Hobi, as Hobi’s eyes almost fell out of his head.

HYUNG! HOW ARE YOU?! Tae screamed in a booming voice and his kids ran around the room. Hobi laughed and gave Tae a hug.

I’m great, but look at you! Five kids! Hobi tried to wrap his head around it as Tae nodded.

OH! You haven’t met all of them! Mi Jin, Mi Sun! He exclaimed and two little girls ran hand in hand. These are my eldest, they’re twins. He said and looked at the girls. Can you tell Hobi hyung how old you are? He asked and the little girls nodded enthusiastically.

6! They said in unison and Jimin nodded.

Hello, girls! He exclaimed and the girls smiled widely at Jimin, running over to give him a hug.

Min Jun. Tae called out and a little boy holding a blanket came walking up. He was the opposite of his father, shy and cautious, he bowed deeply towards Hobi. Hobi smiled and gave him a little bow, messing up his hair the little boy giggled. Min Jun, how old are you? He asked and the little boy held up 3 fingers. Hobi nodded and clapped his hands a little. Can you go get your little brother? Tae asked and the little boy nodded. Walking over to his 18-month old brother, Min Jun held out his hand. This is Min Sung, and he’s only a year and a half. Tae told Hobi as Hobi watched the child waddle up to him. Min Sung bowed, but midbow found something on the floor that was interesting and lost all focus on Hobi, kneeling down on the ground, Min Sung examined the speck that had caught his attention. This loss of attention made Hobi laugh at the similarity between the boy and his father. Looking over at Tae, the guy was now smiling at the baby that his wife was calmly holding in her arms.

Tae? Hobi called out and Tae looked at him a bit startled.

Oh! Right! Finally, this is my daughter, Mi Na! He exclaimed and his wife shook her head and held a finger up to his lips.

She’s finally asleep. She whispered and Hobi nodded knowingly. He looked between the two of them and saw the bags under their eyes, he remembered when his kids were small and how difficult it was to get a full night’s sleep.

Hello. Yoongi’s voice echoed through the room as he and Jin walked into the practice room.

Hyungs! Tae screamed and his wife smacked him on the chest. Jin chuckled as he put his arm around his wife’s shoulders. She was holding a little girl’s hand and Jin went over and picked up the little girl.

Jae Eun, can you say hello? He asked and the little girl, while still in her father’s arms, tried to bow, causing a small wave a laughter from the wives and husbands alike. All of the wives hugged and smiled, talking quietly as they recounted various things that had happened throughout the past couple of months. Yoongi rolled his eyes as his wife walked right over to the group of women, following her was his 2 daughters.

Women. He murmured and his daughters both turned around and stuck their tongues out at him. All of the guys had to laugh at the encounter because only Yoongi’s daughters would be so bold. They wore beanies with their dresses and black converse. Yoongi shrugged. They decided their own outfits today, I can’t help it. He chuckled along with his group mates.

Are they the same age? Tae asked as his twin girls ran around him in circles.

No, no, A Ra is a year older, she’s the one in the pink dress, and A Yeon is the one in the white dress. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at the two girls, who were now talking to Ji Su. Who’s little one is that? He asked and Hobi stepped forward.

That’s my little girl, Ji Su, she’s 4. He answered and Ji Su called out.

Four and a half, appa! She corrected her father, who smiled and let out a laugh.

Ah, I’m sorry, sweetheart. 4 and a half. He said and Yoongi laughed.

A Ra is 5 and a half, she corrects me all the time. The two of them shared a laugh as Jimin looked at his watch.

Where are Namjoon and Jungkook? They are both flying in together, but they said they would be here by now. Jimin mentioned and Tae laughed.

Ah! Always worrying about Jungkook, our little maknae is now a massive solo artist! Give the guy a break. Tae responded and Jimin smacked his arm.

Did someone say amazing massive solo artist? Jungkook called out and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

I only heard the maknae part. Yoongi responded as he smiled at the youngest member of the group, which in turn Yoongi received a small glare.

I’m not the maknae anymore, hyung. Jungkook replied, but Yoongi just shrugged.

Your birthday would say otherwise. He stated and Tae laughed loudly.

So, where’s the wife? Tae asked and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

I told you all, heavily pregnant and on bed rest.

You left your wife all alone?! Jimin exclaimed in disgust, but Jimin’s wife called out.

Jimin, don’t start trouble. She said and Jimin nodded.

Yea, hyung, don’t start trouble. Her parents are with her. Jungkook mockingly told him and Jimin shoved the younger member. But, I did bring my older son. Heon Woo? He called and the little boy waddled in, running towards his father with a smile. The messy black hair and beautiful doe eyes resembled Jungkook’s, as the youngest member knelt down and picked up the happy little boy.

Namjoon walked in with his 2 kids as he lectured the duo.

Now, appa was an amazing leader who took a group of unruly and unprepared guys and made them one of the greatest groups in the world. The gullible toddlers looked at their father in awe as Jin yelled out.

Hey! We were not unruly and unprepared, Mr. God of Destruction! Namjoon looked at the eldest member with wide eyes. Yoongi joined in.

Yea! Hey, Yu Na, Yu Min, want to see a video of your dad break a wall? Yoongi asked the two and pulled out his phone. Yu Na, the little girl, watched in amazement as her young father accidentally put his foot into a wall. Yu Min turned around and laughed as Namjoon looked at the older two members with anger.

I’m trying to show my kids how amazing I am. He said and Namjoon’s wife came to the guys defense.

It’s amazing how easily you put a hole in that wall. She murmured and hugged the two members. How are you, Jin oppa? How’s Jae Eun? Namjoon stared as his wife began changing the subject and his kids ran off.

It’s crazy that they’re tearing this place down. Jungkook mentioned to his elders as he looked around the room. A lot of blood, sweat, and tears happened in these rooms, the floors and walls held so many stories of anguish and triumph for the group of seven guys that stood there. Now they wore different clothes, their hair was naturally colored, their faces etched with a few new wrinkles. However, these rooms were where they all became family, the awards and success were just a reward, but the true accomplishment was how close they all became.

All seven of them swapped stories of their lives now, but they also reminisced on the good old times. Remember the time Yoongi’s hair looked like hay? Jin laughingly asked. Oh my god, remember how Tae thought it was a good idea to tell everyone Jungkook was thinking of quitting the band? Jimin asked and the stories just kept coming.

The group was mismatched and unruly, that’s for sure. But even after all this time, they were able to come together and talk like nothing had changed. The wives all spoke to one another about their children, watching on as the group of kids all 6 and under, played and laughed. In a weird way, time had stopped for them in that moment. They were able to come together in the place where it had all began one last time.

On His Mind|| Old Man Logan

Originally posted by somekindofspacegod

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Requested by Anon

Guys.. let me tell you. If you haven’t invested into the Logan Blue Ray, I highly recommend you take twenty dollars and go buy it. Not only does it come with the movie but also half a dozen deleted scenes (which SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE FINAL CUT) and a black and white version of Logan to watch from beginning to end! GO BUY IT!

Prompt:  So glad the Logan requests are temporarily back! Y/N becomes a nurse for Charles to help out Caliban and Logan and one night while sitting with Charles he tells you that he’s been reading Logan’s mind whenever his meds start to wear off and nothing is on his mind but her? I feel like it’d just be super cute and she’d be all blushy and awkward :3

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“Acting” (Jinyoung)

Originally posted by jypnior

Type: Fluff

Request: could you do a got7 jinyoung imagine where you both are cast as lead roles in a drama and everyone is shook because the chemistry is so real1!1!1!1

You rested your head onto Jinyoung’s shoulder as you looked at the object in his hands “who’s Soyool?” you ask him as he turns his head looking at you “someone you shouldn’t be so nosy about” he shot at you as you giggled. “Do you like her?” you asked him as he stared at you but your vision was directed at his phone. “I do” he spoke quietly as his eyes were still on you “you should tell her how much you like her” you tell him as he makes a sound “what should I tell her?” he asked. You made a sound as you started thinking “tell her how pretty she is. Always look at her like she’s the only girl in the world” you start as he nodded “make her laugh. Then the obvious one would actually tell her you like her” you finish as you turn to look at him. You were shocked but chuckled lightly “why are you looking at me like that?” you ask him. “I think I already do that, I just haven’t told her I like her” he tells you. “But I don’t think my sister Soyool would want me to look at her like she’s the only girl in the world” he told you. 

“Ya! Why would you let me ramble like that?” you whine as he makes a face “I never said I liked her romantically, you just assume that every girl I talk to I must like” he says as you roll your eyes. “It’s seems like it” you throw at him. “I like one girl. She’s just too blind to realize it” he tells you. “If you ask who it is I will get up and leave you here” he told you as you pout.“Why would you leave if I asked?” you say to him “because you’re an idiot” he spoke teasingly. Scoffing you shove him away getting up. “Where are you going?” he asked you “to figure out who you like” you say as he grabs your arm. He turned you to look at him directly in the eyes “look in a mirror then” he whispered as you two simply stared at each other. 

“Cut” the director called as you started laughing right away “that was so lame” you say to him as he smiled “the fans will squeal” he cooed as you nodded “alright you’re right” you tell him.  


Jinyoung watched his friends who were watching the show “you guys have such chemistry” Mark comments as Jinyoung raised a brow “it’s called acting” Jinyoung told them as he raised his brow. “Look how you look at her though” Jackson told him “what?” “dude you look like you’re about to jump her” BamBam teased as Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “We’re just acting” Jinyoung spoke again “so were Nam Joohyuk and Lee Sungkyung” Yugyeom teased “all their flirting was real and I just think you won’t realize yours is too” Jaebum cooed patting his friend’s shoulder. The shocker was that you and Jinyoung had been an item since you two since the middle of filming for your drama together many months ago. But you took a play from the Weightlifting couples book and let people assume for a bit before admitting to it. Jinyoung leaned his head back as he started thinking about his favorite scene through out it all.


“Yo-you like me?” you asked him as he cupped your face “you’re more than pretty. You’re beautiful” he spoke bumped his forehead with yours “the only girl I like” he whispers as he smiled lightly pulling away as he could stare at you “your laugh is my favorite thing to listen to” he spoke. “And I can say I truly like you” he told you, your lips connected with his as he wrapped his arms around your waist tugging you close to him as you pulled back. He simply rubbed his nose with yours as you chuckled lightly “why did you take so long?” you asked him “if you weren’t so clueless, it wouldn’t have taken so long” he teased “why are you always ruining the moment?” you argued “it’s our thing” he told you as you gave a sweet smile.

The scene had quickly ended you two had locked lips briefly “it’s kinda late. Want to come stay the night?” you asked him. His eyes went wide before he nodded.


Jinyoung had his arm draped calmly over you as you were scrolling through your Instagram looking at your show’s tag and giggled. “Look at this” you say as you showed him “oh someone drew this?” he spoke amazed taking your phone from you staring at it. “Some people are devoted to us” you tell him as he smiled. “We are pretty cute” he told you as you laughed. “I think we’re perfect for one another in the show” he says as you turn to him laying on your stomach resting your head in his lap. “Why’s that?” he asked “two people who never knew what love really is. Fall in love after being clueless for so long” you say “it only works well because we work well” he told you as you made a sound in agreement. You sat up bringing him in for a kiss, he kissed back right away. “You know I love you” you say as he smiled “good because I love you too” he told you.

You and Jinyoung had began hanging and posting lots of pictures on SNS. And that’s when your fans had their hearts jump more for the cute couple you two had played and it became real. Even more when Jinyoung had been caught leaving your apartment building. After many a month or so of rumors the two of you decided finally after getting permission of course from your managers, you two finally annoyed to the world you were dating.

Valentines day with the v3 cast!

lets just ignore the fact that its march whoops 

Also this took be 3 hours to type ugh


  • he buys you flowers, chocolates and a stuffed bear 
  • he spend the entire day with you, doing everything you ask
  • he’s very flustered the whole day, complimenting you every chance he can get 
  • No!hat!
  • he takes you out to a restaurant for dinner 
  • he insists that you get anything you want, he’ll pay for it all!
  • he gives you a very fancy necklace at the end of the night 
  • cute bushy kisses afterwards
  • you decide how long it lasts ^


  • she’s pretty new to this, so she does the basics, chocolates and flowers 
  • She invites you to stay the night!
  • so you two are in your pj’s when she offers to get you something to drink
  • about a minute late you hear the sound of a cup smashing
  • you rush down and she’s standing beside a broken mug, the contents spilled over the floor
  • she starts apologizing, she lost her balance and then her hand slipped and then-
  • you calm her down and help her clean up, insisting that its fine! It happens!
  • she plays the piano afterwards, to calm you two down
  • She shyly kisses you before you two go to sleep
  • she’s curled against you when you wake up


  • He takes you to one of those science center things that has stuff about 
  • he’s so excited to show you everything !
  • you better have lots of energy, he’s not leaving for at least 3 hours
  • he buys you a necklace as well
  • you two take the bus home, your head on his shoulder 
  • its so warm, and he gives you his jacket for protection
  • afterwards you two go home and end up ordering take-out 
  • he buys you a heart necklace
  • it has glitter in it, making it look like your looking into the milky-way.
  • You two crash when you get home, exhausted 
  • he curls you in his arms,planting a kiss on your head
  • Happy valentines. 


  • She isn’t quite sure what to do today
  • she lets you decide, shes happy as long as your happy
  • you eventually decide for a walk by the lake, and dinner 
  • She gives you a bouquet of flowers; they’re roses
  • She flushes when you ask her to hold hands 
  • you two cook dinner together
  • the entire experience is very normal, but it’s lovely all the same 
  • She reminds you that she loves you at the end of the day, placing a kiss on your lips


  • He tells you to close your eyes
  • he drives you to a building
  • when you open your eyes again, he’s dressed up and your in a candle-lit room. 
  • he shows you to your seat, across from him.
  • and then the food starts to come 
  • course upon course of fine dishes, and they don’t stop coming 
  • after you two have eaten, he takes your hand and you two dance.
  • he tells you how radiant you look
  • your swinging in his arms, as the last note plays out he finally gets down to the main course
  • getting on his knee
  • “S/o, You are the most divine creature I have set eyes on, will you make allow me the honor to marry you?”


  • …….
  • WeLL
  • you wont get this unless SOMEONE ASKS
  • on the other hand, she’d give you a nice choker as a gift 


  • wants to make you very happy today
  • so you come home…
  • “Ah! S/o! close your eyes!”
  • He leads you upstairs and tells you to open your eyes
  • surprise! 
  • there’s a blanket spread out on the floor, lots of pillows, a wrapped present and…. is that a scrapbook?
  • yes, yes it is 
  • you two make a scrapbook about you two, gotna’s prepared refreshments and offers a movie if you get bored!
  • its very fun!
  • he makes you open the gift, its a small pin of a butterfly.
  • you thank him with a gentle kiss


  • She puts weeks into her plan
  • finally the day comes 
  • the sits you down, making sure your very comfy
  • and then the show begins 
  • BAM 
  • streamers fly and glitter flies through the air as banners fall into place 
  • and the show begins 
  • she’s moving everywhere, pulling a dove from her hat and then turning it into a flower and then the flower is flying in the air..
  • so much is happening, and its breathtaking 
  • at the very end, she walks over to you and takes out a box
  • she wishes you a happy valentines day, before collapsing, exhausted 
  • after she rests, she asks if you liked it
  • you kiss her on the forehead
  • “ It was splendid.”


  • if you want to, he’d let you decide what to do
  • drive-in movie? drive-in movie 
  • he gets you popcorn and soda and you two relax
  • romance movies are too cheesy
  • so you two are watching some horror film
  • you’ve got your shirt pulled up past your nose when the jump scare happens 
  • you just weren’t expecting him to scream that high
  • in actuality, its a normal scream, but for his vocal cords its high 
  • you two make eye contact for one second 
  • and then you cant hold in your laughter, popcorn is going everywhere but that doesn’t matter.
  • you have to cheer him up afterwards 
  • you don’t ever let him fully live it down


  • shes so excited! 
  • she paints you a special picture to show her love 
  • she’ll even make a statue of you if she gets the chance!
  • lots and lots of kisses today 
  • she’d be so happy if you two made dinner together
  • there’s avocados 
  • she almost goes through he roof when you get her something 
  • shes!just!so!happy!
  • get ready for another round of kisses


  • he’s shows up to escort you two, dressed as well as a robot can be 
  • he’s constantly blushing the same color so when you gently take his hand your afraid that he’s going to overheat 
  • the date goes well! And the food is really good!
  • so you two return home..
  • he tells you to go look in your bedroom
  • ………
  • kiibo whAT
  • he explains that he couldn’t decide what gift to get…
  • so he got them all
  • good luck eating all that, s/o


  • what of course Tenko has a plan, she’s a responsible woman who knows how to treat her s/o right 
  • internally, shes p a n i c k i n g
  • what if you don’t like her gift? what if you hate her afterwards?
  • she so scared that she wakes up early because of nerves
  • she’s pacing the kitchen floor by the time you come down 
  • “Tenko, its 4 in the morn-”
  •   poor girl
  • she finally gives you the present, a cute little charm with a tiny bell on it
  • she’s stuttering about how it will match the one she has so you and her could be a matching couple 
  • you tell her its perfect
  • she blushes and says her thanks, placing  kiss on your lips


  • he’s been disappearing the past week for a couple of hours
  • you don’t really confront it because honestly your intrested on what he’s going to do.
  • so finally valentines day is here…
  • Amami doesn’t mention anything all day, he gives you a present but thats at
  • and then you two head out for dinner.
  • And then you get a look at the place
  • lanterns, fine table cloths, waiters and people ready at your every comand
  • its like you two are royalty 
  • the food is divine and there’s live music and everything is in a deep red color which just makes you fall deeper and deeper in love withe the boy
  • whe you two are alone, he cradles your face and slowly kisses you, wraping his hands in your hair, by your waist, pressing closer and closer to you
  • its up to you what happens next ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • happy valentines day s/o ;)


  • you decide to do all the cleaning, and cooking for the day!
  • she gives you a kiss of thanks when returns home
  • you offer her a bath and she graciously accepts 
  • she tells you to join her, and who are you to deny her?
  • So your sitting naked with your lover also naked now
  • she’s 100% calm
  • internally she’s panicking
  • You wash eachother’s hair and wait until the water gets cold to get out
  •  you have her cosy pj’s laid out for her! new ones!
  • you serve dinner and force her to sit still because she will get up if you don’t keep your eye on her 
  • and then she brings up that she bought a pet…
  • she what
  • he did not 
  • oh my goD SHE DID YES SHE DID 
  • lots of kisses for her! 
  • she explains that while they do shead, at least it can be kept in a certin area
  • and its like you two are parents now!
  •  you thank her sosoosos much 
  • happy valentines day!


  • oh no
  • oh no no no
  • don’t get me started 
  • he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what day it is, the majority of the day is him complaining on why theres more couples outside than usual
  • your about to think that he forgot about it completely when he takes you out 
  • your blindfolded, and are just relying on him to guide you
  • you get there in one piece thankfully 
  • you and him are watching a movie, in his.. private? living room?
  • he’s got everything you could possibly need, chips, cookies etc.
  • so when the movie ends, its dead silent 
  • and then he slithers behind you, whispering in your ear
  • you two have been together for some time now…
  • so now might be a nice chance to start…. doing it
  • he of course is stuttering slightly and is clutching onto to tightly 
  • so… when you say yes….
  • he laughs, and carries into the other room 
  • no one is going to bed early tonight 


  • she makes special clothes for you two! its a special day !
  • sweet walks in the park, and nice dinners at the local resturant, you two make the very best of the day 
  • you and her go shopping and critique a movie, and go feed birds
  • all in one day!
  • so when you get home your wiped
  • the bed is oh-so soft and fuzzy
  • your about to drift off to sleep when you hear her clear her throat 
  • you give a tired glance in her direction and bolt right up 
  • shes in loungerie
  • she made it herself 
  • you’re babbling and she’s blushing from head to toe
  • and now you can see very curve of her body, every hair that stands on end
  • and hell if she doesn’t look stunning 
  • she explains that she doesn’t intend to do anything explicit… she just wanted to surprise you
  • well you’re definitely surprised 
  • you sleep close to her, for warmth as exhaustion takes over 
  • happy valentines!
To Deserve You (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 2047

Warnings: Gets a lil raunchy, fluff (seriously it’s so sweet it’s almost cavity inducing)

Summary: Ben and Y/N have been dating in secret, but when Y/N is due to fill in as Zoe, what will happen?

A/N: Hey. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m severity obsessed with Dear Evan Hansen, and Ben Platt is just the best, so here’s another imagine

“Good morning Music Box!” I called as I walked into the theatre, writing my name on the sign in sheet. “Morning Y/N.” Kristolyn said, walking in with a coffee in tow. “Hey Kris. Ready for the day?” I asked and she nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “Sure am. You excited to be playing Zoe for the first time?” She asked, smirking at me slightly. “Of course. This is my Broadway debut Kris.” I said cautiously, walking up the stairs. “That’s good, that’s good.” Kristolyn said and I arched an eyebrow at her. “You’re acting weird, but I’m gonna forget about it for now.” I said and Kris laughed, making her way towards her dressing room. “I’ll see you later Y/N.” She said and I nodded, waving at her. “See ya Kris.” I muttered, turning around on my heels. I put my hands in my pockets and walked briskly over to one particular dressing room. I knocked on the door lightly, hoping the inhabitant would answer. “Hey Ben, its Y/N!” I called out and the door almost immediately flung open. “Hey Y/N!” Ben said, bringing me into a tight hug. “Hey babe. How are you?” I said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “A lot better now that you’re here.” Ben said and I rolled my eyes affectionately. “You’re lucky I’m not lactose intolerant, because you are so cheesy.” I retorted and Ben laughed, his eyes bright. “But enough about me. I feel like such a gushy boyfriend, but I’m so proud of you already.” Ben said and I untangled myself from his embrace, sitting down on the couch. “It’s times like this that I’m reminded of how much I love you.” I said and Ben’s cheeks flushed pink as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I love you too Y/N, and I’m very excited to actually get to kiss you in front of people tonight.” Ben said and I felt my cheeks heat up. “Getting to play your girlfriend will be a breeze, Benji.” I said, lying down and putting my head in his lap. Ben let out a content sigh and ran his fingers through my hair. “Don’t you wish you could just replay moments over and over again?” Ben said and I nodded slightly, looking up at Ben. “Every time I’m with you.” I said and Ben let out a chuckle, his fingers expertly moving through my hair. “And I’m the cheesy one.” Ben mused and I blew him a kiss. “You know you love it.” I retorted as I sat up, wrapping my legs around Ben’s waist. “Mm, I do love it.” Ben said, his voice lowering slightly. I smirked and shifted forward, the friction making Ben let out a low moan. “Don’t tease me Y/L/N.” Ben almost growled and my smirk only grew. “Don’t make it so easy to tease you, Platt.” I replied, the words barely leaving my mouth before Ben slammed his lips onto mine. The kiss was rougher than anything I was used to, and I loved it. I ran my hands down his chest and slipped them under the hem of his shirt, his skin burning against my fingers. I broke the kiss and lifted his shirt off, enjoying the sight that greeted me. “Like what you see?” Ben said cockily, and I scanned his abdomen quickly. “Oh, you know I do.” I said before recapturing his lips in a fiery kiss. He swiftly removed my shirt and I let out a moan as his hands ran over my torso. “God I love you.” He mumbled as I straddled him, looking up at me lustfully. I moved my hips and Ben groaned, bucking his hips up to meet mine. “Hey Ben, do you mind if I… oh my God!” The two of us jumped up at the horrified voice of Will Roland, faces flushed and hair messed up. “Uh… hi Will.” Ben said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “What did I just walk in on?” Will said, clearly still mortified. The two of us laughed awkwardly, fully aware that we were both half naked. “You’re a grown man Will. Surely you can make an educated guess.” I muttered, keeping my gaze as far from Will as possible. “I will never get this image out of my head.” Will muttered and I buried my head in Ben’s chest, my face about as hot as the Sun. “So, are you two dating, or just screwing around?” Will finally asked after what seemed like an eternal silence. “Oh my God, Will!” Ben said, and Will laughed nervously. “I’ll take that as a yes for dating.” Will said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. Now, can you please get out of here?” Ben said, voicing my thoughts exactly. “Ok, but that won’t stop me from telling the others, you know.” Will said as he left and I groaned into Ben’s bare chest. “I knew we were eventually going to be found out, but this was probably the worst possible way.” I said, lifting my head off Ben’s chest. “I totally agree. That was, however, the hottest make out session I have ever had.” Ben said and I playfully whacked his chest. “Oh stop it.” I said coyly, picking my shirt off the ground. “It’s true!” Ben exclaimed and I rolled my eyes affectionately. I slipped my shirt on just before we were interrupted by a knock on the dressing room door. The knock was just politeness, because two figures came barrelling through the door. “I can’t believe you two didn’t tell us you were dating!” Rachel exclaimed, wrapping us both in a big hug. “I can’t believe you had to find out via Will walking in on us.” I said and Rachel and Jennifer both laughed. “I know, sweetie, I know. But, at least it’ll be easy for you two to play your roles tonight.” Jennifer said and I smiled at Ben. “Yeah, it most certainly will.” I said, kissing Ben’s cheek. “Now, I don’t mean to be rude, but can you lovely ladies give Y/N and I a moment please?” Ben said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Sure thing. As adorable as mini Platt’s and Y/L/N’s running around would be, just remember to be safe you guys!” Rachel shouted and Ben and I both groaned. “Thanks moms.” Ben said and the women chuckled as they left the room. “I love you Y/N, and you’re going to be a better Zoe than Laura, I can tell.” Ben whispered in my ear, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “I love you too. You’re always there for me, and now I’m glad we can be open about our relationship.” I said, resting my forehead against Ben’s. “You should probably head to your dressing room, but I’ll see you later.” Ben said and I nodded, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I love you.” I said and Ben smiled brightly. “I love you too. Now get your cute little ass out of here.” He said and I chuckled, blowing him a kiss as I left. “Well, well, well.” I heard a voice say and I jumped. “Christ, Will, you have to stop doing that.” I replied and Will chuckled, walking up the stairs beside me. “I am actually very happy for you two.” He said and I smiled, glancing over at him. “Thanks Will. I’m very sorry you had to see what you saw.” I said and Will let out a loud laugh. “It’s all good. To be honest, we were all putting bets on when you and Ben would get together. The sexual tension between the two of you was almost unbearable, but now I know why.” Will said and I whacked him lightly on the shoulder. “That really doesn’t surprise me, to be completely honest.” I replied, making my way over to my dressing room. “See you later Y/N!” Will said as he turned off into his own dressing room. The time before the show passed incredibly quickly, and before I knew it it was time to start Act 1. I was in full costume, and there were 5 minutes to places. “Ben, I’m starting to get really nervous.” I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I have the utmost faith in you, and just remember. It doesn’t matter if you’re Y/N Y/L/N or Zoe Murphy, I will still love you.” He said and I gave him a bright smile. “I would kiss you, but I don’t want to ruin any of this makeup.” I said and Ben pouted, a disappointed look on his face. “But I want to kiss my incredibly beautiful, talented girlfriend.” Ben whined, tugging on the sleeves of my shirt. “Benjamin Schiff Platt, you are such a child.” I teased, tapping his nose. “Come on lovebirds. It’s time for places.” Mike said as he walked past, tapping Ben on the shoulder. “Ok, fine. Let’s go Y/N.” Ben said and I smiled at him, waving as we walked away from each other. “You got this Y/N.” I whispered to myself as I got ready to begin my Broadway debut. Act 1 passed in a blur, but my kiss with Ben at the end stood out to me. That kiss wasn’t stage acting, and it gave me serious butterflies. “Oh my God, Y/N, you did so well!” Ben said, pulling me into a quick hug during intermission. “Thanks babe.” I said and Ben squeezed my torso. “I don’t want to watch your life fall apart onstage next act Benny.” I said and Ben shrugged. “It’s all fake baby. I think we’ve gotta get back onstage, but I’ll see you up there.”  Ben said, winking at me as he walked away. I waved at him and prepared myself for another, slightly more gruelling, act of the show. I was wiping away tears by the time curtain call came around, and when I took my bow, thee cheers of the audience blew me away. I looked over at Ben, only to catch him beaming over at me. “I love you.” I mouthed over at Ben and his cheeks flushed as he mouthed back “I love you too.” Once the cast had taken their individual bows I was ready to do the group bow, but Ben’s voice suddenly sounded through the theatre. “Hey guys! This is a little unplanned, and stage management may kill me for this, but I have something I’d like to say.” Ben said and the audience cheered incredibly loudly. “Anyway, how many of you guys noticed that Miss Laura Dreyfus had to step out as Zoe tonight, huh?” The audience roared, and I blushed, looking down at the stage. “Well, I’d like to congratulate Miss Y/N Y/L/N, my incredible, wonderful girlfriend.” Before Ben could continue talking the roar of the audience became unbearable. “Come on you guys! Benjamin is trying to be romantic, so hush.” Will said and the shouts and cheers of the audience quickly became laughter. “I would like to congratulate my wonderful girlfriend Y/N for not only performing exceptionally as Zoe Murphy, but for also making her Broadway debut! That’s right! Her Broadway debut.” Ben said and I looked over at him, the roar of the audience quieting slightly. “You’re gonna make me cry Ben.” I said and the audience laughed, the cast members joining in. “I love you so much, and I am so proud of the efforts you put in tonight, and all the rehearsals before hand. Happy debut Y/N.” Ben said, and I rushed over to him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “What did I do to deserve you?” I muttered and Ben kissed the top of my head, not caring about the audience. “I could say the same thing Y/N.” Ben replied, rubbing my back. “Give it up for young love, both on and offstage!” Kristolyn said and I looked out at the audience, a wave of joy crashing over me. “Nothing will ever, ever beat tonight.” Ben muttered once we were out near the stage door. “That’s very true. Unless, of course, you decide to ask me to marry you.” I said and Ben froze for a second. “"Earth to Benjamin, come in.” I said, waving a hand in front of his face. “"Sorry. I was just thinking.” Ben said and I looked at him quizzically. “About what?” I replied. “"How nice of a ring Y/N Platt has.”