When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.
Q1. Your dream job when you were a child? A badminton player when I was in elementary school. After that my parents bought me a computer so I got into gaming and wanted to do a job about gaming.
Q2. How did the members celebrate your birthday in 2017? We were all practicing singing and dancing and the lights suddenly went off, then the door was opened and Jimin-san and V-san came in holding a cake.
Q3. When do you feel like you have become an adult! I turned 20 in Japanese age in September! But actually I’m still a kid at heart, so truthfully I don’t really feel like I have become an adult.
Q4. In which moment do you feel like you’re still a kid? For example, when I watch and think about a video or an interview. When I read people’s comments, I feel like even with the same question, they think from a much bigger point of view than me. That’s when I feel like maybe I’m still lacking in depth.
Q5. A work that touched you recently? “Love, Rosie”. It made me touched because it’s a sweet but sad love story.
Q6. The kind of song you’re planning to compose? Song of styles like future base and chillstep which I enjoy and listen to a lot.
Q7. Favorite dessert? The Japanese snack kinako mochi. I like that it melts in my mouth because it’s just so fluffy! Also I ate cheesecake before the photoshoot for <non-no>. That one was delicious too♡
Q8. How do you take care of your beautiful voice? I don’t pay particular attention to it… Like I just sing with my original voice I’ve had since I was born…
Q9. Any habit? Covering my nose when I yawn. Not mouth but nose somehow. (laughs) And I pull the baby hair on my face unconsciously. I know about these things because fans told me.
Imagine Lance being a total dork in his and Keith’s relationship.
Like the very first day they start dating and he and Keith are holding hands. Lance pauses, glancing down at Keith with an impish grin that already he’s fond of.
“Hey Keith, you ready to take the next step in this relationship?”
And Keith is obviously flustered because “Jesus lance we only just started dating-”
But he breaks off as Lance walks a pace; takes a legitimate ‘step’ forward.
“Hah,” he chortles. “First step in the relationship.”
“Oh my god,” Keith groans as he moves to follow Lance.
“Woah, another step! Geez Keith, better slow down-”
“You’re the worst,” Keith says, but he’s smiling nonetheless
And on it goes. Each new milestone, every little accomplishment: another step. And it’s always Lance to do it. Always him to walk them forward, mostly literally, sometimes metaphorically.
Keith let’s him, and each time he laughs, no matter how many steps Lance has had them take now; no matter how many times he’s done the same bit.
Because Keith loves it, quite frankly, and he loves Lance.
Finally, they’re relaxing after the war is over, days into the galaxy wide celebrations, and Lance and Keith have found a quiet corner to have for themselves, free from the revelries of the parties next door.
And Lance is being his usual self; playing with Keith’s fingers and making his joke about taking the next step.
Only Keith holds him back. Prevents Lance from completing his joke.
“Actually, Lance, I don’t want to take the next step. I think I wanna try something else.”
And he get’s down on one knee, clasping Lance’s hand in his own and withdrawing a small silver band from his pocket. Lance is watching with a comical mixture of awe and surprise; tears beginning to form in his ducts.
“Lance, will you marry me?”
And then Lance is laughing, and it startles Keith for a moment until Lance himself is kneeling, pulling out his own ring from his pocket, and grinning as wet droplets cascade down his cheeks.
“I was just about to ask you that,” he chuckles, and now Keith is beaming as well. “You stole my bit.”
“Yeah well,” Keith replies, shuffling closer. “Say yes, and what’s yours becomes mine.”
Lance follows suite, until their foreheads are touching and the words they share are heard only by them.
“Pretty sure it’s ‘what’s mine is yours’.”
And Keith feels his eyes begin to shut; tilting his jaw upwards to meet Lance halfway.
“It already was,” he breathes. “Ever since that first step.”
Ty was silent, and in that silence, Kit thought of Ty’s headphones, the music in his ears, the whispered words, the way he touched things with such total concentration: smooth stones, rough glass, silk and leather and textured linen. There were people in the world, he knew, who thought human beings like Ty did those things for no reason—because they were inexplicable. Broken.
Kit felt a wash of rage go through him. How could they not understand everything Ty did had a reason? If an ambulance siren blared in your ears, you covered them. If something hit you, you doubled up to protect yourself from hurt.
But not everyone felt and heard exactly the same way. Ty heard everything twice as loud and fast as everyone else. The headphones and the music, Kit sensed, were a buffer: They deadened not just other noises, but also feelings that would otherwise be too intense. They protected him from hurt.
He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live so intensely, to feel things so much, to have the world sway into and out of too-bright colors and too-bright noises. When every sound and feeling was jacked up to eleven, it only made sense to calm yourself by concentrating all your energy on something small that you could master—a mass of pipe cleaners to unravel, the pebbled surface of a glass between your fingers.
“I don’t want to tell you not to go to the Scholomance if it’s what you want,” said Kit. “But I would just say that it isn’t always about people trying to protect you, or knowing what’s best for you, or thinking they do. Sometimes they just know they’d miss you.”
“Livvy would miss me—”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
It was a bit like stepping off a cliff, far scarier than any con Kit had ever run for his dad, any Downworlder or demon he’d ever met. Ty looked up in surprise, forgetting the glass in his hands.
He was blushing. It was very visible against his pale skin. “You would?”
“Yeah,” said Kit, “but like I said, I don’t want to stop you from going if you want to—”
“I don’t,” Ty said. “I changed my mind.” He set the glass down. “Not because of you. Because the Scholomance appears to be full of assholes.”
Kit burst out laughing. Ty looked even more astonished than he had when Kit had said he’d miss him. But after a second, he started to laugh too. They were both laughing, Kit doubled up over the blankets, when Magnus came into the room.
so, let me know if there’s any heterosexual explanation for this por favor
With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louis’ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.
Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louis’ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harry’s heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. “You’re into it.”
AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley. It’s a thing.
Summary: You’re quite the shy one, but Steve always manages to get a few words out of you, no matter what.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: Someone tell me to do my college work, and stop writing fics! who am I kidding, though - I can’t stay away from this angel. Also, I am not very good at writing shy readers, apparently :/ I will do better with the next shy reader fic I’m writing, I promise! enjoy xx | masterlist
Plot: You learn your lesson, a lesson about never lying. To never lie about how good your boyfriend is in bed.
I couldn’t do it. Desperate moans, fingers working vociferously at my clit. Images of my boyfriend painted in my mind. I just could not do it. No matter what I tried. A bath, a sexy movie, listening to my boyfriend’s music. Nothing worked better than his touch. And he deprived me of it recently. I just couldn’t cum without him.
I was driven mad by this. Entirely desperate for such an unobtainable release. I knew he was the only one whom could grant this, and I resented him so much for denying it. Sure, he was busy. But how busy can a man be to deprive his girlfriend of her own basic needs? I needed to vent before a fight brewed. So, I did just that.
“Y/N… Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” My best friend confided in me. We were face timing, and I was begging for a solution to such a peculiar problem.
My eyes widened, “No! Are you kidding! If I were to talk to him about this he would just write me off as being horny and annoying, not sexy and needy.” I snapped suddenly at my friend, my own sexual tension, and frustration beginning to escape through words.
Her eyes stared at me for a moment, a smile erupting on her face, “You are so sexually frustrated Y/N.” She exclaimed, laughing to the point of tears welling in her eyes.
I rolled your eyes, finding a small laugh bubbling up within you due to hearing her’s. I sighed, “It’s not funny, okay? He hasn’t done anything with me for, like, 2 weeks. I’m dying over here.” I whined, pouting at the joke of it.
My friend snickered, “Is it because you can’t get him up anymore?” She asked deviously, making me gasp immediately.
“What? No! That’s not it at all!” I defended myself, taken aback by her question. I had wondered about this for the past 2 weeks, but soon enough came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault, but rather his.
“Then why on earth would your boyfriend not want to fuck you?” My friend challenged, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed with her at this, shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t know… He says he’s busy but when he is home he doesn’t do anything. I’ve been trying so damn hard. It feels like he doesn’t want me.” I relished in my own pity party, a frown overtaking my expression.
“Aww, Y/N… I’m sure it’s not your fault! You’re beautiful, okay? I bet he just feels awkward because he knows he isn’t fucking you right.” At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I snorted, catching both me and my friend by surprise.
“Come on though, Y/N… Spill it, he isn’t good in bed, is he? Because if he was, he’d be fucking you every night. Hell, if I were gay I would too.” My friend announced, making my laughter never cease to give up, “Come on! Just admit it.” She egged on.
“Okay, okay. I mean, the last time we did anything he couldn’t even make me cum.” I chimed in. My friend’s eyes lit up at this, “I knew it! He can’t make you cum, can he?” She exclaimed.
I went with the sarcasm of the situation and nodded, laughing with her, “Nope. He can’t.” I lied, making her raise her fists and cheer, “I knew it!”
“I can’t?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the happy aura of the environment, my friend going silent, holding back laughter from the awkward situation.
【Non-No Magazine January 2018】 100 answers from BTS - JIN’s part
Q29: The BTS song that you
think can get people pumped up? A: ‘Fire’. It has a great melody and enthusiastic lyrics. Many
people got to know us through this song, it’s a song that changed our live. So,
when I hear the song, my whole body is pumped up.
Q30: Recently, what song did you play on the guitar?
A: Although my guitar skills are
still lacking but I want to try to play the guitar practice videos’ game BGM.
Q31: What would you think of when you hear the word 'winter’?
A: I would think of the snow-covered area of RPG which I loved when I was a
Q32: What do you have to do every day?
A: Feed Eomuk and Odeng! Sugar
gliders are tiny and they’re so cute!
Q33: What’s your best dish?
A: A dish with conch or rice cake soup. I
cooked it for the members during the New Years, I was happy to hear “we
can’t go back to our hometowns but we’re thankful that hyung cooked this for
us.” I’m so gentle and soft (laughs).
Q34: Food that you ate in Japan made you feel touched? A: ‘ひつまぶし’ (chopped kabayaki eel on rice), it tastes so delicious as it is
said to be!
Q35: Essential items in the fridge?
A: Red pepper sauce, ssam sauce and kimchi. At home, I usually cook meat
dishes, so these sauces that fits with the meat is a must-have.
Q36: Favorite space in your room?
A: I like my entire room, so I can’t decide. Playing on the bed, playing games
and wasting time makes me feel blessed.
Q37: Who would you talk to about your worries with?
A: I don’t really worry about things. There are times when my mind is a mess
but I try to find the reason and solve that before it actually becomes a worry.
Q38: The moment you feel that you’re shining?
A: My existence is shining. It’s not just a moment, I’m 'always’
Q39: Thoughts on BBMA?
A: When we arrived at Las Vega’s venue, it says ‘Billboard’ in
front of us. I said to the members: “ah, so this is Billboard.” I felt moved
Q40: A surprise that you’ve planned recently? A: Giving myself Eomuk and Odeng! We
celebrated Jungkook’s birthday together in September.
Q41: Recently, which member do you
think is the most reliable? A: Jimin. When we were on variety
shows, when I was talking, he lets me talk as much as I want. When it’s his
turn to talk, he would step forward/ give his all, which gives off a very inspiring
Q42: What goal do you want to achieve
in 2017? A: Without doing anything, I want Eomuk and Odeng to come to me. I’m practicing applying some yogurt onto my
hand, which makes them climb to my wrist. But when I tried it, they bit my
finger with the yogurt (laughs).
Jonathan sat like stone, emotion vacant from his face while Y/N paced the living room.
“Please say something,” She begged. Jonathan shrugged.
“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N sighed and nodded. A few moments passed before Y/N spoke again.
“He came by today,”
“What did he say?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t let him in,” Jonathan took a good look at her face, then laughed. “He tried talking to me through the mail slot in the door,” This had Jonathan full belly laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He had a grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief.
Request: Hi I have a Steve prompt The reader is at a dinner and gets stood up by her date and she waits around for a while and everyone is giving her pity looks and shes about to leave when some guy she’s never talked to before slides in across from her and loudly says sorry babe traffic was crazy or something and then whispers “hi I’m Steve just go with it yeah? Whoever stood you up is a real asshole.“They end up having a very good fake date and eventually agree to a real one Rating: T Word Count: 1126 A/N: Steve’s an angel and I’m always ready to write for him. So send in those requests!
This was embarassing. Awkwardly, you repositioned yourself in your seat, avoiding looks of pity from the waiters of the restaurant and customers alike. Of course, you probably should’ve left 45 minutes ago, but you held on to some little hope that maybe, just maybe, your date would arrive and the unwanted attention of the old lady trying to console you would disappear.
You sighed, keeping your head down and sipping some more of your water so that the waiter would stop coming over to ask if you wanted to get a box for your food. To make matters worse, you bought a really expensive outfit that you saved up on and you even convinced your friends to help you with your makeup. Only for it to be badly wasted on some jerk who didn’t even bother to call.
For a brief second, you glanced at the clock. 7:45. If you went home now, you could still catch that show your friends reccomended. Of course, that would only remind you how sadly lonely you were.
Despite your inner self screaming at you to escape, you stayed. For some reason.
And so you waited. For a total of two minutes until you got tired of watching a bunch of fish in the aquarium in front of your table. Hesitantly, you grabbed your purse, ready to run out of there and never come back, when a guy slid into the chair in front of you, taking deep breaths and looking like he just got out of a marathon. In a good way.
"I’m so, so, incredibly sorry, babe! Traffic was just crazy! I drove here as fast as I could!” The boy used exaggerated hand movements and made sure that everyone heard him. You had to stifle a laugh at that. Okay. You’ll play along.
You sat down back on your chair, and smiled. “It’s okay, I understand. It wasn’t your fault. Good thing I didn’t order yet, am I right?”
“Right! You look amazing, by the way, can you hand me a menu, sweetie?” Once again, you had to keep yourself from laughing. At least the attention was moved from you to him, since instead of pitying gazes pointed your way, looks of vengeance were directed straight at him.
You handed him a menu, and he put it right in front of him, to cover his mouth. “Are they still looking?”
Scanning the restaurant, you shook your head, and your surprise visitor sighed in relief, setting the small pamphlet down. “Thank God. I’m Steve. Steve Harrington. And no, you don’t have to worry about me being some sort of creep or something.”
You reached your hand over to him, shaking his hand. “Y/N L/N. Thank you for saving me from embarassment. But why?”
Steve shrugged, leaning back into his chair. “Well, you’re cute. I’m cute. And free food, duh.”
“Fair point. Since it’s too late to back out of this now and I’m buying you food, why don’t you tell me more about you to pass the time?” You asked, and he smiled, then started talking.
You found out that he was from Hawkins High School, which you were surprised about since you went there as well. According to him, he was a “star basketball player” and “one hell of a babysitter.” You laughed at a lot of his stories, which in turn prompted you to share stories of your own, and the jerk who stood you up was forgotten.
In the middle of your conversation, your order was dropped off between you two, two bowls of mouthwatering spaghetti. And two glasses of Coke and fries on the side.
Picking up your fork, you dug into your bowl and started eating, intent on listening to Steve’s current story. You set your fork down, about to say something, when Steve took a napkin and gently wiped off some sauce on your upper lip. “You had a little something right there.”
Blushing, you wiped it off again, pretending like you were making sure the sauce was gone, when in reality you were trying to hide the redness in your face. Whoa. As you looked ahead, you saw Steve looking down as well, a cheeky smile on his face.
You cleared your throat, grabbing his attention. “Is it gone?”
“Y-Yes. So um, what was I saying again?” He chuckled nervously, making your smile. He was so sweet. You wondered how his old girlfriend could ever dump him. Nevertheless, he kept on talking, and you kept trying to hide the flushing of your cheeks.
Eventually, it was only you and him besides a couple of other people in the restaurant. Reluctantly, you checked the time and your eyes widened. 9:30. Huh, time went by fast. Steve checked his watch as well, and you heard a hum of surprise too.
“We should probably get going… it’s getting late and I don’t wanna worry my parents…” you whispered halfheartedly. You wanted to stay.
“Wouldn’t want that happening,” Steve seemed to hesitate, pausing before speaking up once again. “Do you, I don’t know, maybe wanna do this again?”
You grinned, tilting your head to the side and shuffling your feet. “I don’t know…”
Steve’s eyes widened, then he tried to go back to his cool attitude, clearing his throat and shaking his head. “Yeah… that’s cool. That’s totally fine. Tubular, actually. It’s not a big deal-”
“I was kidding. Of course I’d love to do this again.” Laughingc you nudged him with your shoulder playfully, causing him to mock being hurt. “This was probably one of the best dates I’ve ever had.”
“Oh thank god. I was really worried there for a second. I really like you.” He awkwardly looked down, as if afraid of what you might say. So you surprised him by pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, chuckling when his whole face heated up.
“Here’s my number. I’ll see you next week, Steve.” You wrote your digits on a piece of paper, and pressed it into his hand. He tucked it into his pocket and smiled brightly at you.