i think this was from a magazine photoshoot but not sure though

Imagine Jensen flirting and giving you his number while you take pictures of him during an event.

“Mr Ackles! Mr Ackles right here! Here!”

“Jensen! Jensen here!”

“Mr Padalecki please here!”

“Jensen can you look here? Please!”

“Mr Padalecki, here here!”

“Here! Jared!”

You could almost feel dizzy at times like this, with everybody shouting around you, pushing and pulling to get a good picture of whatever celebrity it was that was walking in front of you at the moment. But it was your job. The flashes, screams and shouts, some hits here and there were all part of your job and you loved it to pieces. You were a photographer, one unlike any other though. Apart from the photoshoots you did for the numerous magazines you worked in you loved stepping outside your comfort zone and taking pictures of celebrities in whatever event it was yourself. Most of your bosses were skeptical about it at first but once you actually showed them the photos you’d take they would immediately let you do your thing. So you could say you did some of the reporter part as well.

You chuckled at everybody’s enthusiasm and continued with taking your photos, not really caring if they’d look directly at the camera. You’d taken some of the best photos in your life when they wouldn’t look in the camera and do their thing. That and maybe, just maybe, it was because you felt your breath and all words get caught in your throat whenever you noticed that the green-eyed older man was getting closer. You had a crush on him, and he was just one of the few men you really admired so much in your life – both of his work and character. Your friend’s would tease you endlessly about it but you were willing to take it. It was Jensen Ackles after all, you could take anything for him and from him.

You snapped more photos of him, looking occasionally at them to see if they were good enough. You continued, smiling softly when you saw that boyish grin that would make your heart flutter. You tilted your camera to get a better view of him and that was when you noticed it. Your breath got caught in your throat when you actually saw him look into your camera. Of course you tried to tell yourself not to think much about it because you were just another photographer in a sea of people, cameras… oh yeah and fans of course with plenty of posters and photos to sign.

But then his eyes remained focused on you and you actually frowned. You bit your lip and looked down at your camera. You glanced up only to see him take off his glasses and his smile turn into an almost smirk. The shouting kept going but he didn’t seem all that interested in any of them like his friend seemed to. You heard some whines from fans that were nearby, when he walked past them and you felt a little bad for them because they really wanted them to sign their photos.

“Jensen, Jensen please!” you heard some of them and he paused, giving them a charming grin.

“I’ll be right back, just a second yeah?” he shouted, trying to be heard over all of the noise.

Your eyes all but widened as while taking the photos you actually saw him turn in your direction and get closer. You snapped more photos but for a moment you felt frozen in your place when he flashed you that smile so you decided to focus on your camera. You looked down at it, supposedly interested in the photos you’d taken more than the man approaching you. Because he was. And how did you know that? Well:

“Hey there” you heard a deep voice say, not as deep as you were used to hearing on the show. But sure as hell your head snapped up before you could realize it.

Your eyes were wide as you looked right and left, even behind before finally meeting his eyes “Me?” you pointed at yourself and he chuckled, fixing his glasses.

“Yeah, yeah actually you. Don’t think there is a single man that would want to talk to anyone else with you in the crowd.

“I uh-” you giggled – like a freaking schoolgirl! - and looked down for a moment “Thanks, I guess?”

“Don’t thank me, miss (Y/l/n).” he shook his head, smiling a little nervously (for real?). You glanced down to see you really had your ID of sorts hanging from your neck.

“I’m sorry.” you laughed, shaking your head at realizing how stupid you really must have sounded “I just- I am trying really hard not to fangirl

“No, for real. Don’t- Don’t apologize.” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Jared for a second “I am really the one that should be fanboying.” he chuckled and your eyebrows shot up.


“You- I just really admire your work, and I don’t mean just the magazines. I’ve been following your blog for as long as I can remember.” he breathed out and at that moment you felt all air get knocked out of your lungs.

You opened your mouth to speak but another voice was heard that made him look the other way “Jens?” you recognized it as Jared’s voice and once you looked back at the man in front of you, you heard him sigh.

“Always the worst timing.” he mumbled to himself and you chewed on your lower lip.

“Uhm so (Y/n)-” pursed his lips for a moment, chewing softly on it for a moment “Uh can I borrow that?” he spoke to a fan right next to you that was holding a pen for Jared as it seemed to sign along with a small photo.

“Sure” she giggled and you watched curiously.

“Thanks sweetheart.” he grinned before turning to you. You almost jumped as you felt a shock of electricity that ran through your hand once he took hold of your palm.

You saw him scribble down something before handing the pen back to the girl, just in time as Jared came to sign the photo. Jensen gave you one last big smile before he was shoved by his friend to move forward.

The last thing you heard was “See you in a week.” from before looking down to see a number written on your hand with a ‘Call me ;)’ below it.

You could swear your heart stopped beating at that moment and everything stopped functioning in general. But there was only one question that still was not answered: What was it in a week?


Summary: Bucky Barnes is a superstar actor in Hollywood, and the reader works as a photographer for an upscale fashion and pop culture magazine. One day, she is assigned to take photographs of Bucky to promote his upcoming movie, but her schoolgirl crush on Mr. Barnes proves to be a problem.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3,547

Warnings: Smut (a little bit of D/S undertones, unprotected sex. Don’t get pregnant or catch STI’s,kids). Also some fluff, it’s not 100% smut.

A/N: This is my submission for Kait’s (@bionic-buckyb) 5k AU challenge! My prompt was “Model/Photographer”. Hope you enjoy! (also if anyone can guess what reference I’m making with the fake movie title I put in this fic, you get brownie points!)

Originally posted by little--batman

Another day, another photoshoot in the studio with some rude celebrity who thinks they’re better than you.

You sigh, shuffling over to the strobe to make sure it’s synced properly to your camera. With a quick press of your shutter button, the light goes off, and you’re satisfied that everything is set up perfectly for today’s shoot. Your contentment doesn’t last long, though; the thought of having to deal with another snobby subject clouds your brain. Sure, the concept of meeting celebrities every day at your job seemed cool, but once you got used to it, you realized that they’re all just regular people. There was hardly anything special about anyone you met, aside from the few who were very nice and complimented how good you made them look with your camera.

“Oh, wonderful, you’re all set up!” Michael, the fashion consultant and your bosses’ assistant, bursts through the studio doors. “James will be here in a second. I want you to make him look SO sexy in these photos, got it, Y/N? Carol needs to be proud of our work when she’s back from vacation.”

You shake your head and give him the slightest pathetic smile you can. “I can’t make someone sexy if they already have an ugly face, Michael. Now which James are we talking about?”

“James Barnes?” Michael looks shocked, his eyes widening as he says the name. “For his new movie, ‘Farewell, Atlantis’?”

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DIR EN GREY Kyo [2017.08.04 - MIND-V Vol 4- Interview]

“Which is why, I am simply, a voice and nothing more. “ - Kyo

Vocalist Kyo’s identity is something that has received high appreciation not only in Japan, but the world over. But, according to the man himself, just to what esteem does he hold himself?

Regardless, to solely believe in oneself self alone is the peek of self confidence.

But to the Kyo san who continues throwing his voice out into the world through DIR EN GREY and sukekiyo, just what is his reason to continue?

His visually shocking front page spread together with his thoughts and imagination, Kyo san shares all.

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look at me

ao3 | ffn

summary “What do you do if you’ve discovered your best friend’s biggest secret but kept the fact that you knew from them?”

He keeps giving her this look, one that told Marinette that he knew something, that she was out of the loop on something. One that she could never decipher, no matter how hard she tried.

a/n because i wrote this so long ago, and never posted on tumblr. so here you go, one and half a year over due

this is part of a companion piece (both are one-shots)

enjoy some fluff

She didn’t know what to think about this friendship with Adrien.

Marinette was pretty sure it began when they were 16 and had coincidentally met at one of the cafes outside of school. She had just finished defeating an akuma and ducked into one of the alleys squished between shops to transform back. When Marinette walked out, she met head-to-toe with Adrien Agreste.

Obviously, Marinette blushed massively and managed to stammer out a “A-A-Adrien!” before he smiled and began conversing with her. Apparently he had just been at a photoshoot and was planning on going home before the akuma fight had broken out. He had hidden in the cafe for shelter. Marinette nodded, saying she did similar but didn’t elaborate. Smaller lies were simpler, after all.

Then from there on, they kept on meeting. Coincidentally.

He was planning on buying a book from the local bookstore. He was thinking of trying organic pineapples sold at a farmer’s market. He was checking out the flowers sold at the front of a magazine stand. “For a friend” he had said and she never really thought twice about why he was shopping for bouquets at a magazine stand.

She never really questioned it, because it was none of her business. To say she wasn’t curious was a lie but Marinette respected Adrien enough not to intrude on his privacy.

But it kept coming.

They started to talk to each other and hang out after akuma attacks. It didn’t happen all the time, but often enough for Marinette to wonder if it was really just coincidences.

“It’s not like he’s stalking me,” Marinette told Tikki one day, laughing. Her kwami replied with a sliver of a smile. 

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themoskabot  asked:

holy crap ok so i just thought of an ml au fusion, and you were the first ladybug blog on my dash so here goes: what if you combined blind!adrien au, and the au where your soulmate's first words to you are written on you. so like adrien would come to school and drop something and he'd be looking for it on the ground and marinette would come running up and say something like "oh let me help" and she'd see what she said written on his arm and then he'd say what's written on her arm and she'd (1/2

(2/2) completely freak out and he’d ask what was wrong and she’d just turn completely red and shove the thiing into his arms and run off and escalate even more in her freak out (partially because of the soulmate thing, partially because he’s hot and she’s marinette). anyway, you can go about your business, i just had to tell someone


Adrien begrudgingly woke up, his incessant alarm shattering his dreams. They had been pleasent, from what he could remember. His mother had been there, safe and warm. Colors and lights had danced around him, just as they did so long ago. Adrien wondered, as he often did, what it would be like to see again.

He remembered what it was like, of course, but there was only so much to draw on. He had lost his sight at a young age, due to a chance encounter with a faulty piece of construction equipment. A bolt here, a snapped belt there, and Adrien became a sunglasses aficionado. His mother and father had sued to hell and back, getting a settlement so large they could replace most equipment in Paris twice over. Although, Adrien apparently still had to model per his father’s request, but that train of thought was a little too depressing this morning.

Instead, Adrien yawned and stretched, sitting up before shutting off his alarm. Still groggy, he tried to sit up straight, mentally preparing himself for the day. First, he had breakfast plans with his best buds, Me, Myself, and I, followed by lunch with rousing conversation from his inner monlogue, and dinner plans under the stars. Well, there could be stars. His ceiling could look like anything at this point. Interrupted, of course, by various photoshoots, home-schooling, and asking his father about public school.



Public School.


Quickly, Adrien ran through his room, pulling himself together as quickly as he could. Of course he would almost forget about school, the one day Nathalie actually managed to convince his father it wasn’t too dangerous. Under guard, of course, but that was nothing new. One of the surprisingly few benefits of having no friends over to change his room, is that he had memorized where everything was, able to walk around with confidence. Vaulting over various pieces of furniture, he scrambled together what he could only assume were the highest brands of fashion, since they had been pre-selected by Nathalie the night before, and ran out the door. Slowly, he walked back into his room, picking up his faceted cane he kept by the door. Feeling along the wall, he perused his selection of sunglasses.

“It feels like… A rimless day.” He muttered, grabbing a sleek pair of glasses with metallic bands.

Items in hand, he ran down the stairs, meeting the man simply known as Guerrilla at the door. Flipping on his shades, Adrien snapped his cane to the side, locking it in place. He was thankful Guerrilla was the one escorting him today. Of all the people in his life, Guerrilla was one of the few who didn’t think Adrien was made of glass. He didn’t take Adrien’s arm, or coddle him through life. It was a welcome change of pace, though it could get a little cold at times. Sitting in the car, Adrien could hardly keep still, esctatic to finally learn what a school was like.


Marinette’s alarm jolted her awake, almost making her fall out of bed. She was an incurably deep sleeper, so her mother had insisted on getting one of the loudest alarms on the market. How she had grown to loathe that machine. Still, she had actually woken up to her second alarm, giving her even less time to get to school.

Throwing her outfit together, she found herself once again lost in the faint birthmark along her left forearm. Everyone knew about Soulmarks, the destined first words spoken to you by your true love, but no one really ever talked about them. It was a simple fact of life, like having five fingers on each hand, or waking up just in time to be late to school. Besides, the birthmark faded after they were spoken, so if you had a mark, you hadn’t met The One, simple as that. Still, she couldn’t help but think that anyone who still had their mark felt the same confusion she did.

“And I felt so good about Rimless today.” Seriously, what the hell did that even mean?

Shaking herself out of her confusion, she ran down the stairs, dragging her bookbag behind her. With a quick breakfast and quicker goodbyes, she ran out of the bakery, making her way to school. That is, until she heard the faint ringing of the school’s bell, signifying to all students outside of the grounds that they were, unfortunately, late.

Groaning, Marinette picked up in speed, barely registering the black car pulling up beside her. As she ran, she kept her eye on the main gates. It was unlikely, but they might have instituted some new rule of locking out late students, and she would not be locked out all day. Many things would go over well with her parents, but that is not one of them. She was about to change course, climb the steps three at a time, and jump through the gates for a three point landing, until she ran full speed into a blonde boy getting out of a car. They both toppled to the ground, his bodyguard standing beside himself in shocked silence. It took the two of them a moment to actually react, each for wildly different reasons.

For Adrien, he was simply shocked that someone had snuck up on him like that. Sure, he hadn’t been fully paying attention, and he might have been a little too jittery with excitement, but he usually prided himself on his awareness. Still, this stranger had not only snuck up on him, but tackled him to the ground, all without him noticing a thing. She was like a ninja. A sneaky, clumsy, ninja.

For Marinette, her mind was working overtime, trying to grasp the fact that she had just tackled Adrien Agreste to the ground. Adrien Agreste. The same Adrien Agreste that she had seen a thousand times in her favorite fashion magazines. The son of her idol. Who she had just tackled to the ground. Whose sunglasses were now shattered a ways away. Who was trying to get up now.

Wincing through a scraped elbow, Adrien noticed a missing weight on his face, and reached up for his glasses. Feeling nothing but air, he started pushing off the stranger, trying to find one of his favorite pairs. Stunned, Marinette got off of him, still not quite sure how to process everything that just happened.

Reaching his shattered glasses, he clicked his tongue, saying, “Damn. And I felt so good about Rimless today.”

Finally catching up, Marinette rushed out, “Oh my gosh I am so sorry please don’t hate me I didn’t see you there that was my fault I was trying to get to my class and I’m gonna be late and you’re blind and I just broke your sunglasses I am SO SORRY, here please take mine.”

Holding out her hands, Marinette held a pair of white sunglasses, a floral print wrapping around its bands. With her head bowed, she caught a glimpse of Adrien’s arms, almost cradling his broken shades. And there, wrapping twice around his forearm, was a sprawling wall of text, slowly fading into his skin.

The last words to go were, “Please take mine.”

And that was when Marinette screamed.

The Devil Wears Laces

“Please tell me you didn’t do it,” Nikandros said as soon as Damen picked up the phone. Instinctively, Damen looked around, as though he were going to find Nikandros staring at him in disapproval from across the street. Or behind him. Or perching from one of the buildings like a gargoyle.

“I only did it because of you, you know,” Damen told him.

“You did this because of me,” Nikandros repeated. “I was the one who told you this was going to happen. Kastor has been jealous of you for years. It was only a matter of time before he made a grab for your position. That’s why he-”

“Why he told our father that I was burnt out and needed vacation time? Why he’s helpfully filling in for me during my forced sabbatical?”

“Yes.” It was exactly what Nikandros had said, though not with those specific details. Nikandros, who knew everything, had told Damen that his brother would jump at the opportunity to show their father he was capable of being CEO. Damen just hadn’t listened. But now Kastor was sitting at the Editor-In-Chief’s desk - his desk - and he’d decided to start paying attention.

“Which is why I’m not going to sit down and be useless while the company prepares for its biggest deal in years.”

“So, you’ve applied at Vere?”

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Originally posted by mc-gyu

  • okay!!!! we’re back with everyone’s favorite emo for this request
  • this is how i picture wonwoo looking before he glos up ignore mingyu
  • so okay,,, wonwoo, despite what everyone originally thinks, had no interest in becoming a model
  • like… at all
  • model was the furthest thing on his mind when he was thinking about what to do with his life

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The Other Side of the Ocean - Chapter 1

Read the prologue here.

He leans back into the seat, trying to stretch his long legs out in front of him. This, unfortunately, is nearly impossible to do. Airplanes are made for people who are five feet tall, and at just over six feet, Joe really has nowhere to put his legs.

He lets his head fall to the left. At least he has a window seat. Something to lean up against, and he can avoid worrying that he’ll fall asleep only to wake up and find that his head accidentally gravitated towards the stranger next to him. He hasn’t flown across the ocean that many times, but it’s been enough to know that middle seats are pure misery for a seven hour flight.

Closing his eyes, he allows his mind to wander. And rest. It’s been a crazy busy week for the movie – but an amazing one - and he hasn’t had even a moment to process it, really. Lights, cameras and more questions. But he enjoyed it and is grateful to have been invited to New York and to have had the entire opportunity to work on this film and help promote it.

Naively, he never realized that doing press for a movie essentially meant answering the same set of questions twenty-five times. After the third interview, his answers started to feel scripted. He longed for a question outside the norm, but then silently cursed himself for that desire when he actually got one, fearing that he’d rambled on too long, or stumbled over his words, or could’ve answered it better.

Don’t worry, Ang had told him, you’ll get more used to this with time. Joe asked him afterwards if he’d sounded like a fool, and the director-and-mentor-now-friend had been nothing but reassuring.

And then there were the photoshoots for all the various magazines and online outlets. He was accustomed to those cameras now, in fact, they almost felt comfortable. He had never been one to shy away from having his picture taken. He didn’t mind doing photoshoots for magazines, in fact, he found them kind of fun. That was in contrast, however, to the paparazzi situation. That was still new. That was still… odd. He didn’t hate it, but didn’t like it either. Maybe he just didn’t really understand the interest, or why people cared whether so-and-so was going to a particular restaurant on a Thursday night. He reserved the right to fully form an opinion about it later.

The plane reaches cruising altitude, and he hears the pilot mumble something on the overhead speakers. Six hours to go. He considers whether he’s going to be able to get any rest or not in such a cramped position. Maybe if I keep my eyes closed I’ll fall asleep, he thinks. Popping in his earbuds, he puts on some mellow music.

But his mind isn’t on the same page as his body; it’s not ready yet to turn off for the night.  He can’t get his mind off of her.

He can’t stop thinking about Taylor.

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knbreactions  asked:

Hello :) up to how many characters can I request? But anyways, headcanons on what GOM+Tanaka+Ogiwara would do in summer?

Hey! Thanks for the request, I truly enjoyed writing this! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ More under the cut! 🍑


  • As per his father’s suggestion, he works at his family’s company for the summer. His job consists of mostly paperwork.
  • Visits his mother’s grave more often. Truthfully, he’d visit everyday if he could. Leaves her with a bouquet of peonies every time.
  • Travels abroad (for leisure) at least once. While he does fly internationally to nearby countries such as Singapore and Hong Kong for business meetings, Akashi absolutely loves visiting Europe during the summer.
  • Visits historical monuments in Europe: Anne Frank’s house, the Leaning Tower, Vatican City, etc
  • INTERNATIONAL PLAYBOY Quite a few foreign girls he spoke to (asking for directions mostly) found him cute, he’s just so much of a gentleman
  • He also keeps a travel log/diary for his musings. And yes, he goes on trips alone, unless one of his friends want to tag along. (Kuroko actually went on a short trip to Bangkok with him as they had the same flight so might as well hang out right?)
  • Buys souvenirs for his friends abroad
  • Sends Kuroko and Midorima postcards because he knows they’re probably the only ones who’ll treasure it lol
  • Buys Momoi the Ladurée macarons she’s been craving for from Paris
  • Contrary to what most people think, he travels more often with the Rakuzan team due to their summer training programs cross-country or overseas
  • During the beach trip with the rest of GOM, he mostly hung out under a huge parasol, playing shots with Midorima
  • Participates in a sandcastle building competition and wins first place
  • Hold a party in his private yacht

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naiceliek  asked:

Headcanon MC is a retired super model known in Europe and the Americas, and rfa's (+saerans If possible) reaction? 💗💗🌸

(AAAAaaah~ I had so much fun with this! I hope you like it~ <333)

-He’s always joked that you should be a model you’re so beautiful
-Of course it was always followed by a comment how he didn’t want anyone else to look at you the way he did
-He was cleaning up the house when he found an old magazine and went to take a flip through it
-He had to pause and blink a few times before his brain could process
-Was that his MC on the cover???
-He runs out to the living room, waving the cover over his head
-”Why didn’t you tell me you used to model???”
-You sigh, you knew he’d find out eventually
-You wave him over to come talk about it
-You explain it’s been a long time and assured him no one was seeing you partially nude but him now
-He asks to see some of your old modelling work and tells you you’ve only gotten more beautiful
-It makes you feel so warm since it feels like people only ever say the opposite after a model retires
-Did he just hear that? How could anyone not think you were beautiful?
-He frowns and tells you, that you may be gorgeous but your heart outshines your looks any day
-How fucking sweet is he???
-He never really brings it up again, but he’s even more delicate with complimenting you in the future
-Of course, he’s so happy only he gets to see you now, but, him? dating a super model?? who would have thought???

-He’s been trying to place your face since the day you both met
-It’s not until he finds an old pinup of his that he puts two and two together
-You’d really changed your look and, it’s not like he expected it??
-You both are really able to bond over the experience
-Especially because Zen understands the hardships behind how different people will treat you
-You both talk about how hard it is to try and find people who don’t just like you for your looks or your fame
-It was nice having someone you knew wasn’t judging you for anything superficial 
-You both spent the next hour complimenting each other on things you both only knew about one another
-You signed his pinup for him as well
-He definitely put that somewhere special to bring out on your wedding day
-You both end up doing a little photoshoot together
-It’s actually the most adorable thing
-Of course it was Zen’s idea to do a “couples” shoot together
-You didn’t really take to the idea right away
-But it ended up being so much fun since it was with him
-You both hardly took eyes off one another
-This became something you both did yearly for your anniversary

-You both were out for coffee one evening when someone approached you
-It was absolutely embarrassed and it’d been years since anyone had recognized you
-Jaehee watched in awe as she saw the fan come and go, she’d only even experienced this sort of thing when out with Zen
-She tried her best to not pry but you knew you were caught red handed now
-You explained everything to her and even pulled up a few pictures on your phone
-The light shade of pink across her cheeks was adorable
-Of course she asks if she could see more
-You may just have gained a new leader of your online fan group
-You joke about doing a private modelling session for her
-But she ends up asking if you could teach her 
-She totally wants to take hot cute pictures for you too
-You both spend an evening dressing up around the house and drinking wine
-You may have even sent a few less then safe pictures in the chatroom of you two
-You come home a few weeks later to a note and a special picture of Jaehee just for you~ 

-He always knew you were breathtaking from the moment he saw you
-He loves dressing you up just for him, somedays he can’t stand the idea of anyone else setting eyes on you
-He’s put you in one of his favourite outfits as you’re both headed to dinner with his father who’s yet to meet you
-Of course he knows who you are
-He’s an old man and we all know his tastes
-Jumin almost grabs your wrist and drags you out of there top speed when he sees the way his dad is looking at you
-He excuses himself from the table and asks to speak with you
-You explain you used to model and you can almost see the anger in Jumin’s eyes that other men have laid eyes on you 
-Even though you reassure him it was quite awhile ago, it rubs him the wrong way
-It doesn’t take him long to ask to see some of the pictures 
-He can’t help but think you look gorgeous
-Oh no he recognizes the one that Zen has 
-Luckily he doesn’t put where he’s seen it before together 
-He tells you how much gorgeous you’ve gotten and how he’s glad no one ever has gotten to see you how you are now
-He definitely left marks all over you that night

-Of course he found the pictures during the background check
-He honestly was waiting for the perfect moment to send an old picture of you in the chat 
-But after awhile liked being the only one who knew about them
-You didn’t know he knew until you catch sight of a folder on his computer
-”MC Model photos-do not open
-You frown and exclaim loudly about how he knew this whole time
-And worse he had saved every picture he could find???
-He just laughs and says it was research materiel
-He can see you’re upset so he pulls you between his legs as he sits on his chair and pulls you into a big hug, nuzzling into your chest
-”You’re much more beautiful now, and now, you’re miiiiiiine”
-You can’t help but smile and roll your eyes 
-He chuckles and says how you wish you could pull off a maid outfit like him 
-You both definitely get dressed up and hound the chat about who’s prettier
-Was there any question that they’d side with you?
-Though…Zen seemed to have missed the memo again
-Once again calling dear Saeyoung a hot maid

-Saeyoung was definitely the one who first showed him the pictures of you
-Teased him with “I have sexy pictures of MC you’ve never seen~”
-You can imagine the confusion and slight annoyance mixed with some jealousy on his face
-Little did he know, not just Saeyoung, but lots of other people had seen these pictures
-When you get home he immediately asks why Saeyoung has these pictures
-Now you’re confused as well lol
-You blush and get incredibly embarrassed when you find out they’re your modelling photos
-This poor boy is only more confused to why you’re so flustered
-You explain it to him and you can still see the annoyance 
-”But I’m the only one who get to see you like that now, right? No one else?”
-You reassure him and give him some lovely kisses
-Casually will flip through magazines now and again to see if there are any old pictures of you slotted in anywhere
-He totally blushes if there is one
-Kinda wants to run around the stores and tell people thats his s/o right there
-After a few days weeks he asks Saeyoung for the pictures
-I’m sure you can imagine the smug grin on Saeyoung’s face
-And the grumpy one on Saeran’s
-You end up taking a few ~special~ new pictures just for Saeran
-He feels so special to have them and keeps them close to him

Number One Fan (Jun x Reader)

Originally posted by withjunhui

A/N: My favourite adorable Chinese prince!! Here’s a winter scenario even though it’s still summer. I just really prefer cold weather okay. Anyhow, the request box is open so go ahead and fill it up!

Genre: Fluff bc Jun is my precious fluff ball

Summary: You and Jun are idol friends and also each other’s biggest fans, recently both of you talk about each other in interviews. 

“Good morning!” You greeted your manager whilst entering the car.

She grinned hugely at you and motioned you to hurry up and close the door. It was a terribly cold winter day and the sun was hiding itself behind the grey clouds. Even though your whole existence just want to spend the whole day in bed, eating hot ramen and read, you still had to drag yourself out of bed for work. You were going to a Céci magazine photoshoot and interview today, and your manager will surely yell at you nonstop if you slept in.

She leaned closer to you when the car started moving, “Did you see?”

“See what?” You tilted your head, earning a collective groan from her.

“Why is it that you never check your phone after work hours?”

Smiling sheepishly, you grabbed the tablet she was handing you. “I went straight to bed after the corporate dinner yesterday,” You argued defensively.

It was a video. You watched intently before realising that it was a Seventeen’s interview cut. They were just laughing at Wonwoo’s cringey pun before the MC asked Jun about his recent favourite song, making all the members smirked immediately at him. You giggled when you watch him eye the other members suspiciously, not knowing why they were all looking at him like that.

The8 shook his head and placed his hand on Jun’s shoulder, “These days, this fellow over here only listen to one song and one song only.”

“Really? And, what is this song?”

“It’s _____’s newest winter ballad of course!” Joshua exclaimed, you nearly choked on air.

You watched the MC nod in approval, “She looks really nice in the MV, doesn’t she?”

Jun managed a serious face before responding to the MC’s comment. “I think her voice is really nice and the lyrics were very touching too. _____ is a very talented singer.”

Unconsciously, you smiled. You made a mental note to thank Jun later for defending you as a singer in his interview. The video ended there but you couldn’t help but keep smiling at what he said. It was until you heard your manager coughing deliberately next to you that you pursed your lips together and quickly returned her tablet.

“The fans went crazy you know,” She chirped, “Now your ship name, couple edits, and fan fictions are all over the media.”

You gasped and eyed her funny, “You’ve been reading those all this time? Gosh, I never thought you’d be that kind of person.” She smacked your arm jokingly in response.

“Why are you guys so close anyways? You’ve been listening to his group’s songs too, and I swear I saw you saving a ton of his HD pictures last time.”

Not wanting to answer, you ignored her and just on time, the car arrived at your destination. “Watch me, I’ll find out eventually!” She huffed before getting out of the car.

The photoshoot set was in a soft pink theme, with you wearing all-white sets of outfits. The first outfit was flowy long dress and the photographer gave you a bouquet of white roses as a prop. Then you changed into an oversized shirt with your hair tied into a messy bun. You had fun posing, sitting on the baby pink stool while messing around with your pink aviator.

After you finished shooting for the last outfit, you were ushered to another room and do your interview there. Not long after, a young man came into the room, introducing himself as your reporter. He asked you questions about your newest ballad single, your nowadays schedules and your plans for the future. But of course, he had to allude to the most recent internet sensation, your relationship with Jun.

“So, we obviously heard a lot about Seventeen’s Jun mentioning you in his interview. Can we ask what exactly your relationship is with him?”

“Well,” You let out an airy laugh, “I’m his number one fan!”

“Oh, is that so? You’re a Carat then, right?”

Nodding, you continued. “I actually knew Jun way before his debut. I was a fan since he was still acting, then supported when he got into Seventeen, and I’m now a very huge fan of Seventeen.”

“Are you two close? Like, aside from work?”

“We do chat with each other from time to time. We always support each other and it’s always nice having someone who got your back in every step of your way. Lately, Jun was just mad at me because I made a comeback without telling him beforehand. It was funny.” You giggled.

Few questions later, the interview ended and you went back home without your manager since she had to attend another meeting with some new fashion line. The magazine wouldn’t be out until next month so you figured you’d give Jun a heads up first. You unlocked your phone and pressed Jun’s contact number. After a few rings, he picked up.


“Hey Jun… I just wanted to say something…”

“Hm, what is it?”

“Thank you.”

anonymous asked:

hey!!! if you are doing those promts can you do a one where niall is a photographer/director kinda young hot making wave in industry types and harry a model who just got a shoot with him (h is kind of internet model, done some major shoots just not too many ). can you make it flirty and a bit angsty!!! thanks!!!

One of my favourite one shots I’ve written so far, I really enjoyed writing this. All fluff and a small bit of angst for you all. 


“Can you turn your head a little to the left? Yeah, perfect, actually a little more…that’s great.” Niall’s camera flashed and lit up the dark room of his apartment/workplace. The man sitting on the stool in front of the little grey background Niall had set up was wearing a fancy suit, hair brushed to perfection, beard trimmed. He was here for a business magazine, a random model Niall had found in his booklet that he kept for calls if he needed someone, this lad seemed perfect and looked fancy enough to be slapped on the cover of that kind of magazine.

He took a second shot with the loud click of his professional camera when the door to his apartment opened, loud footsteps walking behind him. Niall almost rolled his eyes, leaning down to look through the lens and getting ready to take another picture when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly and making him flinch.

“Nialler, got some new information on that magazine cover you’re doing for Rolling Stone?” His head shot up at that, remembering one of his biggest projects that he’s ever had to do. The person reminding him was his assistant, Deo, who was also his cousin.

“What do you need? I’m in the middle of something.” He tried to act cool, not wanting to be too pushy and frantic to know what Deo needed to tell him. Anxiety was building in his chest like his lungs were filling up with concrete.

“Just take a five minute break, let him get restyled by Lou so we can chat.” Deo was tugging on the end of his shirt sleeve, tugging him along towards his kitchen. He lightly pulled away, turning towards the model who was raising a perfectly plucked brow at them.

“Let’s take a five or ten minute break. Just head over to your station and I’ll be back in a second.” He gave the man a smile, who returned one back before they parted. Now, Niall was being dragged into the kitchen, the lights being turned on and making him cringe at the suddenness of it all absorbing itself into his sensitive eyes.

Deo was sitting himself down at the island, looking over towards Niall like he was waiting for him to join him.

“What’s happened?” He moved to do was Deo wanted, sitting across from him and patiently waiting for his cousin to speak. He could hear Lou and the model talking, their voices echoing through his home and into the kitchen.

“I’ve got some good news and bad news.” Deo looked restrained, trying not to show the pained expression. He knew Niall hated bad news, hated changes like due dates being moved closer or plans cancelled, models sick or not showing up. But ever since Niall grew popular with the magazine and website photoshoots he has forced himself to get used to constant mishaps that make him lose his head. It’s part of the job.

“Tell me the bad news first, so I can get it over with sooner rather than later.” Niall spoke hesitantly, feeling himself sink further into his stool with dread washing over him. He has no idea what Deo is going to say, because there is bad news, and then there is bad news.

“Alright,” Deo shifted and grabbed his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, tapping along it for just a few seconds before looking up to meet Niall in the eyes again. “I got an email from Rolling Stone and they said they need the photos from your shoot sent to them by next week.”

Deo was already cringing, and now Niall was letting out a loud groan, hands flying to grip at his hair. This was bad news, because all his photoshoots planned for this week had to be cancelled because of this one stupid magazine company that couldn’t bare to wait for the photoshoot to come on the original date. But Niall couldn’t just let this go, Rolling Stone magazine was a huge company that gave Niall a jaw-dropping price for him to make this bloody shoot. If they wanted the photos to be sent earlier, then he will do it.

“So basically clear my entire schedule for this week then, move every shoot planned this week for the next. If anyone backs out because of that, just let them, I have no energy to fight.” He was pressing the heels of his palms against his eyelids, digging them harshly into the sockets enough to be a little painful.

“I knew you’d want me to do that, already done and settled. I’m just waiting for the people to get back to me.” Deo was truly an angel sent from heaven, already trying to lift the weights off his shoulders.

“Okay, tell me the good news now that that shit is out of the way.” He blinked rapidly as he moved his hands away from his eyes, the pressure from digging into them making soft black dots spot along his vision.

“The good news is that I have your model ready and set for you to see tomorrow, he’s from here in England, you should search him up to get a good understanding on what you’re working with.” Deo was giving him that look, almost like a cheeky smirk he was trying to hide and it made Niall want to slap it off. Whenever he worked with new models his mates including Deo had to be up his arse and pushing him to date one of them, but he’s officially boycotted models off his dating list.

“What’s his name?” Niall decided to ignore Deo’s wiggling brows and pout, instead moving to grab for his own phone in his pocket to go on google.

“Names Harry Styles, a new model in the business. You might know him off Youtube doing covers and such, done a couple pub gigs a few times around London.” As Deo explained, Niall tapped the name into the search bar. He kind of knew this Harry guy, has seen posters of his upcoming album being plastered along London and his Youtube videos sometimes get recommended to him whenever he goes online. But he’s never really looked into him, now he will have to.

And wow, is he ever attractive. The first couple pictures he’s seeing is him with a pearly white smile and charming grin with a pair of dimples poking out on the sides of his mouth. He’s got lush curly hair and smooth skin, definitely model material.

“Looks like your type.” Deo’s comment made Niall’s eyes roll hard into the back of his head, and he was still sitting across from him looking all happy and smug. It got on Niall’s nerves.

“Deo you knew damn well I refuse to date models, I’ve been down that road and I’m not making that mistake again.” He made sure to scold his cousin who was now looking a little guilty at being caught in the middle of his little act.

“Zayn was two years ago now mate, you should move on and find someone who’ll treat you right. You gotta realize not all models are like that.” Deo had a pleading tone, almost whining as he leaned over the table, desperately trying to get Niall’s attention. But Niall could hear him loud and clear, has heard this speech a million times from separate people, actually.

“I’ve been working with models all my life, I think I’d know them more than anyone. They know they’re pretty, they know people would die to be in a relationship with them. They also know they can have anyone they want, at any time. All are either cheaters or never would actually get in a serious relationship because they’d rather sleep around with different people every day.” Niall didn’t mean to rant, but the words were already tumbling out of his mouth.

Deo seemed to notice his distress though, realizing he hit a nerve with this topic. So he stayed quiet, only silently nodding before Niall was getting up and out of his seat to go and finish up the photoshoot.


Niall did his research on Harry Styles, listened to some of his covers, went on his website, looked through some photoshoots he’s done in the past. Now today is the day where he meets the lad, Niall already is set up in his apartment, waiting patiently with his starbucks coffee cupped in his hands to keep him company until there will be a knock at the door.

Harry isn’t really doing so well already though, Niall has specifically sent him an email saying he should come a little earlier than the time originally planned-which was 9am-so they could get him in wardrobe, but it’s almost 9 already and the lad hasn’t made his appearance.

All models decide to be fashionably late, that’s what Niall has made himself realize as well.

There’s a knock all of a sudden, just as he finishes his thought. Deo and Lou look up from their phones as they were slumped on his couch, now getting up to be in their places when Harry comes inside.

Niall makes his way towards the front door, looking in through the peephole to see a tall man standing in the doorway, and the curls gave it away.

“Hello,” Niall restrained himself from acting mean, feeling the frustration eat away at his insides just looking at this guys happy and innocent grin as if nothing happened, as if he didn’t do anything wrong. “You must be Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you.” He greeted as Harry moved his way inside and shrugged off his coat.

“Good morning, nice flat you have here.” Harry was looking around almost in awe, which made Niall want to raise his brow in confusion. This lad probably already had a mansion as his house at the fresh age of twenty-three, so why the hell is he gawking over a small two bedroom flat?

“Uh, thanks. Mind going straight to wardrobe where Lou is? She wants to get you dressed, makeup on, hair done. I emailed you saying you should come earlier but I guess it didn’t go through.” He played it all well, pretending he wasn’t boiling in anger as he pointed towards the stylist section of the flat. But Harry wasn’t budging from where he stood in front of him, now staring at Niall in confusion.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot about that. I saw your email, read it over and everything, I’m sorry about that mate.” Harry moved a hand to pat at Niall’s shoulder, it had him even more shocked at this guys reactions to things, or how he dealt with being in a business like modelling. Usually models who walk through Niall’s door have no interest in him what-so-ever, and Niall doesn’t either. As long as they listen to his orders when they’re doing the shoot, he doesn’t care if they ignore him.

“Everything forgotten, I’ve moved on. Just get to wardrobe and we’ll start as soon as you’re all pampered up.” Niall gave Harry a tight smile, watching on as he turned to do what he said, greeting Lou with a charming smile and a handshake.


“Can you tilt your head to the left, yeah like that. Now can you put one leg forward, good.” It was almost dinner time when they were rapping up, Harry standing and posing for the camera looking like he was ready to have a good sleep just standing up. It was getting harder for Niall to give orders, and he had to take a deep breath so he didn’t get frustrated again.

“Okay that’s a wrap for today.” Niall lowered the camera, letting it dangle from the strap it was attached to from his neck so he could settle his hands on his hips. Lou was already escorting Harry back into the change room-aka Niall’s bathroom-giving Harry his clothes so he could change back into them.

“What a polite lad he is, isn’t he?” Deo’s voice came rising up from the surface of Niall’s cluttered mind and he looked over towards him, seeing his cousin with that similar cheeky smirk, but this time it not too obvious, more like he was just making a friendly point.

But Niall couldn’t just lie, Harry had been extremely well-behaved the whole shoot, even making conversation about random things, letting out jokes here and there. He was kind, not rude and anti-social like most of the models. And damn, he hated to admit that Deo might be right about this one, maybe Harry isn’t like the others, or more specifically, like Zayn.

“Yeah he’s nice, got manors and loves to chat.” Niall shrugged as if it was nothing, not really ready to give Deo the pleasure of knowing he was right. He moved towards his camera case, placing it inside so the lens didn’t get dusty.

“Would be a great guy to go out for a beer with…” Deo was doing it again, trying to slip in his matchmaking skills. But it was weird how Niall wasn’t as agitated as he used to be, maybe it was because Harry really was a guy he would love to date. But hell, he didn’t even know if this guy was in a relationship, or even gay.

“Deo, lay off yeah?” He turned to give his cousin a hot look, showing that he will get angry if this continues. “Besides I don’t even know if he’s gay, or with someone.”

Deo was smiling now, letting out a chuckle and was laughing softly for a good minute before he calmed down and looked back towards Niall. His grin was wider now, eyes shining with curiosity and excitement.

“Have you seen his Youtube videos? I guess you didn’t do good research on him after all, he’s a single man, and gay. He made a coming out video on Youtube and everything.” Deo was grabbing for his phone frantically, and was pressing on the Youtube app when the bathroom door opened, revealing Harry in the clothes he came with.

Deo slowly put his phone back, obviously realizing he couldn’t really show Niall the video at the moment.

“Same time tomorrow? Or do you want me to come earlier? I promise I won’t mess up next time.” Harry was looking at Niall with those mesmerizing green eyes, a small hint of a smile across his face like he was trying to calm the waters between them. Niall hated that he had greeted Harry so toughly this morning, he feels bad now.

“I know you won’t, just come earlier if you can that would be great.” Niall answered, walking Harry towards his door and opening it for him as he grabbed for his coat and put it on.

Before Harry took a foot out the door though, he turned towards Niall still holding that same loving smile as if he’s known Niall for years. “I’ll grab us some coffee tomorrow morning as well, as an apology.”


Harry had started get a little more warmed up towards Niall, because as the days past with their photoshoots Harry had started to get flirty. He’d always get them coffee, settle it down on Niall’s living room table before he’d shrug off his jacket. ‘Nialler’ was what Niall’s name turned into, and it was really bad how Niall would stay up later than he should thinking about this Harry Styles guy.

Today was the last day of shooting though, and today Deo was off picking some props up for Niall’s photoshoots for next week, and needed help from Lou who also needed to grab hair products and makeup from her shop. So here Niall was doing triple the amount of work than he expected to do, regretting leaving the raining flowers part of the shoot till the end.

He knew how to be flexible though, so he had set his camera on the tripod and put it to a ten second countdown for each shot that would be in three’s. It would take as many as Niall wanted until he’d have to go over to it himself to turn the camera off. So now he was able to stand on a chair outside of the camera’s lens, holding a bucket of pink flowers and ready to rain them down on Harry’s head.

“Okay it’s gonna beep ten times and then the camera will flash. Just get ready to make your pretty face when the camera hits ten beeps.” Niall got the bucket ready, hands fisting into the flowers and counting to nine before he starting to sprinkle them down onto Harry’s head. At ten, the camera flashed and took three photos.

“Lovely, I’ve got a couple handfuls left.” He grabbed for the flowers again, Harry nodding up at him and both of them waiting and counting the beeps until Niall repeated what he did before, letting the flowers gracefully flow down onto Harry’s hair and face.

Once he was done, he climbed down from the chair, and was about the move to turn the setting off the camera when he was pulled by the hips in the middle of the photoshoot. He yelped, dropping the bucket and was about to ask what the hell was happening when he suddenly felt lips on his, soft and plush and tasting sweet like mint.

The camera’s three flashes made them pull apart, and both of them were now just standing in each others holds, Niall blinking up in surprise at Harry who looked smug but also a bit shy with the way his cheeks were dusted with a blush.

“I needed to like, do that before I left cause you’re so, so handsome.” It was weird hearing that from a model, that he was handsome. It made Niall bite his bottom lip hard to stop himself from smiling, hands leaving from where they were gripping at Harry’s cheeks to fiddle with his shirt.

“Didn’t see that coming.” Niall chuckled out nervously, and Harry only smiled silently, staring at Niall like he hung the moon and every star in the sky one by one.

“That was my plan.” Harry answered, moving to step back and let his hands fall from Niall’s waist, but only to move them and grab for Niall’s fidgeting ones in his.

“Would love to see you again, I know the kiss was pretty forward but I wanted to make it obvious I don’t want to meet again as just friends or…photographer and model.” Niall’s heartbeat grew louder and faster in his chest, hearing Harry say these things made him rethink all the thoughts he had about models, everything turning onto its head.

“Yeah, I mean yeah of course I’d love to.” Harry pulled Niall in back towards his chest at Niall’s answer, both holding each other surrounded by pink flowers, not caring the camera was still flashing.

It was after Harry left, when Niall was looking through the photos on his laptop, when he came across the photos of him and Harry kissing. Flowers were stuck in Harry’s curls and along his shoulders, Niall’s hands wrapped tightly along his neck.

Sleepover comfort; Sebastian Stan x teen reader

This was a recent request from my wattpad account that I had just posted today. This request was inspired by one of my favorite Full House episode and I hope you guys enjoy it. Now there are some major sensitive topics mentioned so I’m just gonna say, TEXTING OR DOING SOCIAL MEDIA WHILE DRIVING CAN WAIT!!! DON’T END A LIFE JUST BECAUSE U WANNA SEE WHAT YOUR FRIEND JUST SENT YOU. IT CAN WAIT SERIOUSLY!! One swear world is said, but all in all there is fluffiness in the end with daddy Seb. I hope you all enjoy it :)

Originally posted by little--batman


I rode up to my backyard and just dumped my bike on the ground before storming in the backdoor of my house. I saw my dad, Uncle Chris, Uncle Anthony, and Aunt Scarlett all sitting in the kitchen.

“It’s official! I quit! I’m quitting the Dance team!” I proclaimed as I handed my dad Sebastian Stan, yep that’s right I am the 14 year old daughter of the Winter Soldier himself, Sebastian Stan.

“(N/n) you can’t quit, I just spent 25 dollars buying you this Dance Varsity jacket” he said as he pinched the collar of my dance jacket.

“And there’s no way I’m going to the Varsity sleepover this Saturday!” I then ran up the stairs leading up to my room.

“What was that about?” asked Anthony Mackie.

“I know what,” Sebastian stated solemnly. He then walked towards the kitchen table and sat down on one of the chairs and he said to his Marvel friends, “those sleepovers are for Mothers and Daughters”.

“Ohh man poor (n/n)” said Chris Evans.

“It’s gotta be devastating for her” said Anthony

.“At times like this, especially now I wish (y/n) had a mother” said Sebastian.

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➸ w.jh | scripted | chapter two.

Credit : edits 1 | 2 by @missppxtts 
Pairing : Wen Junhui | Reader (oc)
Genre :
CEO! AU, Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst.
Word Count : 3306 words
Summary : He was handsome and caring, albeit distant, but he wasn’t the one you loved, and you wondered if there would ever would be a day where each time he pulled you to him in front of the others, you would not fake the smile.

 ahh !!! it is finally finished !! and honestly i love it so much right now like my heart is swelling !! careful though it is sad as fuck and i want to apologize for that !!! also !! thanks to @heonseoks, @fluffyyeollie n my precious wife @fluffyshua for proof reading this n convincing me it was mildly alright haha !! ooh n i am tagging @kwoshi bcuz i remember u wanting to read the next part, ahh i hope i dont disappoint n you guys like it !!! n as always i would love to know what you think ♥️.

Chapter One | Chapter Two |

The days in preparation  of your wedding were excruciatingly slow, each dress the attendants tugged you into only heightening your headache and you felt as if you were floating between the venues rather than actually being physically there.

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[trans] K-BOY Paradise vol.20 (161125) - part 5: behind-the-scenes

[intro & survey | group interview 1 2 | solo interviews bobby b.i donghyuk yunhyeong chanwoo jinhwan junhoe | cross talks b.i x bobby donghyuk x b.i yunhyeong x donghyuk chanwoo x yunhyeong chanwoo x jinhwan junhoe x jinhwan junhoe x bobby | bts]

iKON Photoshoot Backstage Spy Report
iKON made their first appearance on the cover of K-Boy this time. We met with them on their Japan tour. The interviews were in eight minute intervals. The interviews went at such a good pace that even Bobby was impressed and said, “Frikkin awesome!” We got a “frikkin awesome!” from Bobby!! In our hearts we unconsciously shouted “azassu!”* (laughs)~ We’ll give you just a little bit of BTS info from our interviews.

*”Azassu” is a shortened form of “arigatou gozaimasu,” which means “thank you.” (So “azassu” is more like “thanks.”) Bobby said earlier in the interview (the group one) that this is a Japanese word that he likes and uses often, so the magazine is referencing that.

[speech bubbles on photo (t/n: I am 99.9% sure neither of them actually said this.)]

B.I: Everyone do a peace sign!
Junhoe: I’ll just do a heart

During the interview B.I was just staring off in the distance. The staff was overwhelmed by his gaze. But when the staff told him he looked like a model and a prodigy, he looked extremely embarrassed. We were graced by the presence of the most powerful tsundere (t/n: someone who seems aloof/cold but is actually warm on the inside).

The two healing members [Donghyuk & Yunhyeong] showing a full display of their healing auras! But they got super pumped when they talked about teasing each other during the interview.

During the interview they had their arms around each other’s shoulders and were holding hands. Yunhyeong and Chanwoo were chummy from start to finish.

Yunhyeong said, “Me and Jinhwan and Chanwoo often go to cafes together.” The reason why: “The other members can’t be bothered and don’t like going out for coffee and stuff. Even though they’re young!!” he said, grinning.

Bobby and B.I, who said they’re almost never alone together. But during the break they were sitting on the sofa, chatting away happily.

Bobby, whose solo shoot ended early so he was waiting for his turn for his solo interview. He was cheerfully eating potato chips during the break♪ When he was called over for his solo interview, he brought his bag of chips to the interviewer with a smile. The interviewer told him he could do the interview while eating, and Bobby was all smiles. “Really? But I’ll eat them when we’re done!” he said as he switched to work mode.

Although he gives off the air of a hyung, mathyung Jinhwan is often teased. It’s proof that everyone loves him.

During the shoot Jinhwan was in a super great mood♪ We got a shot we know you’ll love so we’re sharing it with all iKONICs.

Junhoe, who answered the question “write your promise to fans” in Korean on the written survey. K-BOY is also carefree! Did he just miss the part that said to write in Japanese~? In any case he’s carefree!

B.I called Donghyuk over in a super loud voice during the break before their crosstalk. “Kim Donghyuuuk!!” That was the loudest voice we heard today (laughs).

Chanwoo, who said in his solo interview that he used to not spend much time with Jinhwan. But when they filmed KONY’S SUMMERTIME in Saipan, the two of them were always together and apparently got close quickly. But there is definitely a very jealous kid around, isn’t there…… (laughs).

During his solo interview when we asked when he thinks Jinhwan and Chanwoo seem close, Junhoe complained(?), jealously saying, “We’re all close; why are you suddenly asking about Jinhwan and Chanwoo?!” We didn’t mean to make you jealous…… sorry, sorry.

When we showed everyone the K-BOY issue with Winner on the cover before the shoot, everyone got super hype. They were fixated on it (laughs).

Donghyuk, who enthusiastically read the previous issue of K-BOY we gave him as a sample before the group interview. So quiet……or so we thought–when he talked about hoodies during his solo interview, he got way pumped! Did Donghyuk’s love of hoodies reach you?

Bobby and Junhoe, who have an awkward relationship(?). Even the Korean staff was telling them to get closer. But when Junhoe was doing his solo shoot, Bobby was monitoring him closely!

Jinhwan, Junhoe, Chanwoo, and their manager were playing basketball outside the studio before the interview. Everyone looked so friendly. Even though their concert had just finished, everyone was energetic!

How iKON spent their time before the interview
The first one to enter the studio thirty minutes before the interview started was Yunhyeong. We didn’t even have the time to fangirl over Yunhyeong’s greeting the staff with a smile before B.I coolly and charismatically made his appearance. After a while we started wondering if the other members wouldn’t come, so we went outside and found Jinhwan, Junhoe, Chanwoo, and their manager engrossed in a basketball game. At the table next to them Bobby and Donghyuk were chatting happily♪ “Are they doing their crosstalk early?!” we thought, but Bobby and Donghyuk didn’t do a crosstalk together. We apologize to all iKONICs who were looking forward to it. I wonder if the two of them have made plans to visit Hawaii……? (←Definitely not). And now on to a different topic, but we were actually worried about the pairings for the crosstalks until just before they started. Were the pairs you wanted to see there, iKONICs?

With the super popular song “DUMB & DUMBER” as the main focus, the Japanese version of “#WYD,” which reached first on various charts around the world when it was released in May of this year, is also included. The Japan exclusive songs “LOVE ME” and “SINOSIJAK REMIX” have also been added!

Trans by Shino @ iKON GLOBAL | take out with full credits.
© K-BOY Paradise

okay hear me out: Neil as underwear model like

  • at some point he’s in a team that has a publicity deal with idk Nike and they have to wear Nike shoes
  • and Neil is pretty chill with that so when another clothing brand is like “hey we want u for publicity” he agrees
  • first it’s chill too bc he gets free clothes and Andrew is glad he’s not dressing like a hobo
  • and Neil is glad he doesn’t have to go shopping
  • So this keeps happening and he starts to get dragged into more clothing deals bc he looks really great and sales go up
  • Nicky calls incredibly excited the first time he sees Neil in a non exy magazine
  • He’s an example of casual sports outfit done right and every single fox thinks it’s hilarious
  • even andrew finds it ironic and mildly amusing
  • things obviously scalate to ridiculous levels and mafia gets involved bc that’s a given in aftg stuff
  • and next he gets offered a fashion photoshoot
  • and that’s not as chill
  • send free clothing for me to wear? nice
  • tell me when to wear it?
  • weird but okay, Allison does that too so
  • but actually posing with clothing and getting photos taken??? 

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Scars (1/2)

Group: SHINee

Pairing: Taekey

Type: Romance

Description:  Kibum hates his scars. He hates the fact that he has had a lot, even though most he’s been able to get rid or they’ve faded overtime. He hates that every time he gets one it will mark his soulmate. A part of him wants to meet his soulmate and apologize for the pain, but another part of him is scared of how his soulmate would respond to his scars. You’d think with an obvious eyebrow scar like his he’d of found his soulmate by now, but he’s still looking.

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A King

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Fandom: Yuri On Ice

Pairings:  Yuuri/Victor (victuuri)

Triggers:  N/A

Important Stuff:   Sequel to A Real Life Cinnamon Roll. Check RL Cinnamon Roll AU tag for more this universe. 

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki’s students knew three things about their teacher’s husband: 1) he looked like a king, 2) he clearly loved Katsuki-sensei, 3) he was damn lucky to have their teacher for a husband. “I feel like I’m in a Disney movie.” 

They never did get the story of how their teacher and his husband met. For one reason or another, Yuri hadn’t come back yet and for two Katsuki-sensei kept changing the subject. Eventually his kicked puppy eyes made everyone feel guilty and they stopped asking. It didn’t stop them from wondering though.

They were approaching the ninth week of the semester when Mariana arrived to the class one day to find all of her classmates huddled outside.

“Is the other class still inside?” she asked. They shared this particular classroom with an upper French level that sometimes ran over their timeslot.

“Nah,” John said, pointing into the room. “We got a king in there.”

“A king?” Mariana asked, skeptical. She peered into the window of the door.

There leaning against Katsuki-sensei’s desk was a tall man with silver hair. With smooth features and piercing blue eyes, he looked like a male model. It was easy to see why John called him a king; there was a feeling that she was standing in the presence of royalty. Regal, cold even, in an untouchable way.

“Like he was carved from marble,” John said with a soft sigh.

“Maybe he’s lost?” Mariana said. “We should go inside, class is going to start soon and we don’t want to disappoint Katsuki-sensei, right?”

The hallway was filled with horrified gasps. No one wanted to disappoint Katsuki-sensei. That was unthinkable. Who would even dare?!

Mariana confidently walked into the classroom, her classmates trailing in after her. She always was a tiny bit fearless. “Excuse me,” she said, addressing the man. “Are you lost?”

The man smiled at her. “Ah! Are you one of Yuuri’s students?”

‘Wow, he was drop dead gorgeous,’ Mariana thought, heart constricting as she tried to school her expression into a stern looking one.

“Yes,” Mariana said. She licked her lips. “Who are you?”

“I’m Victor.”

Mariana’s brain stalled into a halt. She only knew one Victor who had any reason to be in this class right now. Behind her, the entire class screeched, “WHAT?!”

“Katsuki-sensei’s husband?” Mariana asked faintly. This… this was Victor? Katsuki-sensei married him? He married Katsuki-sensei? Her brain couldn’t compute.

Victor’s expression turned tender. It was the same lovesick expression that Katsuki-sensei wore all the time. “That’s me,” he said warmly.

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Clumsy-Lucky Blue Smith Imagine

There were so many people crammed into The Royal Suite at the Plaza that Y/N was thankful that Vogue hadn’t decided to have the photo shoot in a room any smaller than the lavish suite. There were makeup artists, hair stylists, light technicians, nail technicians, assistants, and agents running around making sure everything looked perfect. Y/N had been so nervous about the shoot that the only thing she could stomach was a tall Starbucks cappucino; her agent will be delighted.

Unlike most of the young models, Y/N was scouted by a Ford Models representative in her home of Chicago. She had been wandering the streets with her friends while on winter break when a stylish, middle-aged blonde woman approached her, asked her if she ever modeled, and handed her a business card, telling her to give her a call. Her friends teased her about it since she was the clumsiest of all of them but they all made her promise to introduce them to Harry, Zayn, Liam, Louis, or Niall whenever she met them. Y/N’s parents weren’t extremely excited that their only daughter planned on taking a gap year before college in order to model, but the money she could possibly earned put student loans out of the question. A couple of years and countless jobs later, Y/N was awarded the coveted position of being on the cover of Vogue magazine. It was a milestone all of the flourishing models reached; it was a sign that they would definitely have a good career in the business. However, Y/N wasn’t so sure about the whole modeling career.

Most of her work consisted of editorials, photoshoots, campaigns, and the occasional TV spot, but no runway. Y/N was probably one of the clumsiest people to ever stumble onto the earth and when Karen, her agent, discovered this, she banned her from doing runway and Y/N was thankful for it; she didn’t want thousands of people watch her struggle down the runway like a baby giraffe.

So, Y/N sat quietly in the makeup chair as Heidi, a super-thin raven-haired woman, made her eyebrows look as good as Cara’s. Y/N’s long y/h/c hair was fashioned into big voluminous curls as though she was a ‘60s pinup girl. Her eye makeup was dramatic and she was wearing a black lace Rodarte slip dress. She was playing Temple Run on her iPhone in order to remain calm because not only was she shooting her first Vogue cover but she was also doing it with the likes of Lucy Blue Smith. He was one of the finest male models to walk onto the scene and was obscenely Instagram famous with his bleached white hair, ice blue eyes, and a stare that made girls weak in the knees. Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t have a little crush on him, but it hadn’t been an issue for her since they had never met before the shoot. Y/N hoped that she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of him.

“You look beautiful, Y/N, absolutely beautiful,” Karen said from behind her.

“Thanks.” Y/N didn’t look up from her phone.

“You’re nervous.”

“How am I not supposed to be nervous?” Y/N paused the game to make eye contact with her agent in the mirror. “I’m about to shoot the biggest job of my career with a guy so cool that his name is Lucky Blue. My name definitely pales in comparison as well as my modeling talents.”

“Don’t say that!” Karen chastised. “You’re an amazing model. Anna wouldn’t have handpicked you herself if she didn’t think otherwise.”

“I’m going to embarrass myself. I’m going to trip over something and bust open my lip.”

“Oh no you’re not!” Heidi said. “You are wearing nude Dolce & Gabbana lipstick and I will not let you ruin my work!”
Y/N held her hands up in surrender and allowed Heidi to finish her makeup job. In about five minutes, Heidi declared Y/N’s makeup to be completed and shooed her over to Mario who was doing the shoot. 

Mario was taking some test shots when Y/N nervously approached him. She had worked with Annie Leibovitz before as well as many other top photographers, but this was her first Testino shoot. How was she supposed to approach this fashion legend? What was she supposed to say?

Mario looked up from his camera. “Oh, Miss Y/L/N, it’s an honor to meet you!” He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her cheeks, not noticing the young model had grown stiff.

“Oh, um, it’s very nice to meet you too,” she said. “I just wanted to know where you wanted me.” 

“Oh, I’ll let you know when Mr. Smith is done with his hair and makeup.”

But as if on cue, the tall blonde walked towards them with enough grace and swagger to make James Dean hate him. He wore a white Ralph Lauren button down with most of the buttons undone to show off his chiseled upper body and dark jeans that clung to his long legs. His usual smolder was replaced with a smile that could’ve made Y/N faint. 

“Hey, Mario,” Lucky said as he hugged the photographer. When they pulled away, he eyed Y/N, making her look away as her face burned.

Mario pulled away and turned to Y/N. “Oh, Mr. Smith, have you met—”

“Y/N Y/L/N, yeah, I’m a big fan.” He reached his hand out towards Y/N and Y/N prayed her hands weren’t too clammy as she shook it.

“Oh, um, thanks so much. I’m a big fan of yours, too,” Y/N said. 

Mario clapped. “Well, now that we all know each other, I want you two at the entrance. The whole idea is that you’re coming here to rendezvous after a date, okay?”


As they began walking towards the door, Y/N suddenly tripped over a spare cable and would’ve begun falling if Lucky hadn’t grabbed her arm. She felt her face burn as he helped her stabilize on her feet with a look of concern on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just, uh, trip….a lot.”

Y/N could’ve smacked herself in the face. It was certainly impossible to make herself look like a bigger dork in front of him now. But Lucky didn’t seem to mind as he chuckled and they continued towards the door. Mario positioned them so that Y/N would pretend to walk through the door while grabbing the unbuttoned portion of Lucky’s shirt as though she was dragging him behind her. However, she had to keep a seductive look on her face as she did so. 

Mario called “Action!” and it began.

Y/N and Lucky faked walking through the door while keeping the poses as natural as possible.

“Give me more of a smolder, Y/N! That’s it! Perfect, Lucky, perfect!” Mario said as he snapped the shots. 

It took an hour to get that shot alone and it took another two hours since Y/N and Lucky had to change into their second outfits. This time, Y/N was wearing a light blue Agent Provocateur lingerie set underneath a silver silk robe. Lucy was shirtless and only wearing a pair of Calvin Klein jeans. Mario positioned them so that Y/N was lying on Lucky’s lap on the bed and he was leaning over her as though he was about to kiss her. Y/N was stunned by his eyes the entire time so it was hard to keep the chemistry between them going.

“Perfect, you two look perfect together!” Mario called. “Y/N, arch your back a little more, there it is!”
Y/N tried no to laugh since she was practically thrusting her flat chest into Lucky’s face, not that he seemed to mind. Lucky’s hand brushed a piece of hair out her face as he cupped her face. Y/N could feel herself getting hot from nerves again.

“Okay, now, kiss her!”

“What?” Y/N shot up from her position, knocking heads with Lucky, and giving her the biggest headache of the moment. She winced as she laid back down and several assistants crowded them. 

“Ouch,” Lucky muttered.

“I’m so sorry!” Y/N said as some assistants pulled her to the other end of the bed in order to expect her head. 
“The bump’s only showing a little,” one muttered.

“Are you feeling okay?” Karen asked.

“Yeah,  just embarrassed,” Y/N muttered.

Karen sighed as Heidi patted some concealer on the bump on Y/N’s forehead. “It wasn’t too bad. You’re actually kind of cute out there.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Mario called them back over and they continued the pose from where they left off.

“I really am sorry about that,” Y/N said.

“If you didn’t want to kiss me, you could’ve just said something,” Lucky teased.

Y/N opened her mouth to say something but promptly closed it. She definitely wanted to kiss Lucky Blue Smith but she was too scared of injuring both of them again. 

“You don’t have to be worried about head butting me again.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide. “Did I say all that out loud?”

“Every word.” He smirked back at her and Y/N blushed.

Before he got his chance, Lucky and Y/N were called for the final outfit change. This time, Y/N was wearing a red and white floral Dolce & Gabbana dress and Lucky wore a white t-shirt and black Balenciaga trousers. They were both barefoot and Mario instructed them to hold hands and jump on the bed. Y/N felt like a little kid again as she tried to jump higher and higher than before.

“I bet I can jump higher than you!” Lucky shouted.

“Is that a bet?” Y/N teased.

So, the two took turns trying to jump higher than the first. Lucky began pulling some crazy poses as he did his and Y/N copied him, laughing the entire time. Mario praised them for each pose as he took the pictures. This was going to make for an interesting Vogue spread. 

Y/N started to jump higher only to be pulled harshly down. The shock and strength of the pull forced Y/N to collide with Lucky and they both landed on the bed. Y/N blushed furiously when she realized their position and tried to get up.

 “Sorry,” Y/N muttered.

“No,” Lucky made his grip around her tighter, “I like this position.”

Y/N glanced at his lips and then at his eyes, but she didn’t want to make the first move. Fortunately, Lucky leaned forward and kissed her himself. His lips were soft against hers as Y/N leaned into it more and brought her hands to feather into his hair. It was like they were in a world of their own until a series of flashes broke them both out of it. 

“Anna’s going to love this spread!” Mario declared.