“I Like The Friendly Style Who Is Also Caring Like A Mother. I Think It’s Important To Dress According To Your Form. Nowadays I Like The Dandy & Clean Style. My Stylists & Staff Members Also Do A Very Good Job Of Dressing Me.” - Park Bo Gum
(This imagine is complete filth, read at your own risk, enjoy anon!)
People bustled around busily, readying outfits and makeup and hair products as the boys hurried backstage. The beginning of the concert was quickly approaching, and the boys had to be as presentable as can be in the short amount of time you had left. You hurriedly fixed Jungkook’s hair, shooing him out of your seat before looking to see who’s left.
Josh Dun x Reader. Requested: Yes. Word Count: 1,678. Josh Dun and you break up, but six months later your friend tries to set you up on a blind date with him.
A/N: sorry if this is a little off the beaten path of what you wanted. I’m a little rusty as I am getting back into writing.
You scrolled through your twitter timeline only to see another tweet about Josh and Tyler. No matter what you did to avoid him, it’s like he was everywhere. Don’t get it wrong, you were proud of the band, you really were. They had just won a Grammy and you knew how hard they had worked for it and how much they deserved to be recognized on this scale.
But his face was everywhere and his name was always coming up in conversation. You couldn’t go on social media without seeing that tousled mess of yellow hair and that bright smile. Whenever you were at a party, someone always seemed to mention “the drummer from Twenty One Pilots.” Sometimes you rolled over in the morning and almost expected him to still be there, lying next to you and kissing your forehead.
But the last morning you had like that was a six month old memory. Josh had broken up with you, and you remember that night clear as day.
“Josh. I’m trying here. I just won’t be able to come see you on tour this time. I know we were planning for me to visit at some point but my hands are tied. I can’t get out of this hole I’m in at work.” You stood in front of Josh, desperately trying to explain to him that you couldn’t come visit him on tour this month. It was the night before he was supposed to leave and bad news had just been dropped in your lap by your boss. He sat you down at work and firmly told you that you “could not afford anymore vacation days this quarter.” He made it clear that the company’s success was dependent on having all hands on deck for the next month or so. You had just recently taken some vacation days to go visit your best friends from high school anyway, so he emphasized how your presence at work was needed. “Just please be here this month,” your boss begged. It sounded like a question, but you knew it was a demand.
Josh just stood there and shook his head. “Y/N I feel like you just can’t make time for us anymore. You know I can’t go a whole month without seeing you. I can’t have this relationship be standing on a foundation of a few quick texts a day. I need YOU.”
All you could do was ball your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut. You worked so hard at your job and all of a sudden your boss restrained you from taking a few days off. You had urged him as best as you could to let you work while on the road. It would just be 5 days, you would bring your laptop and all the papers that you needed to look over, and you could make calls. Heck, you would pay for a whole other months worth of cell service if that’s what it required, but he refused. So now Josh was furious and there was nothing you could do.
“Josh. I promise I will call every day. I really care about us, you know that. I really want to make this work.” Josh’s face twisted slightly with anger. “Really Y/N? Because if you really wanted to make it work, you wouldn’t have used up all of your other vacation days on going back home to see your old friends instead of saving them for tour.” “How dare you criticize my priorities? If I want to go every once in a while to see my friends back home , that’s not for you to judge!” Josh’s fist came down on the counter top with a thud. “Jesus, Y/N! I come back here to see you more than I go back to Columbus to see my own family! You don’t know how hard my job is too.” And then you said something you forever will regret. Through gritted teeth you spat, “Oh I’m sure it is Joshua. Playing music in front of thousands of adoring fans seems really damn tough to do.”
Your mouth snapped shut as soon as you realized what you had said. Josh looked hurt, but definitely more angry than hurt. “I’m sorry my needing you is so inconvenient. Call me when you get your priorities straight,” he mumbled and stormed out of the door.
Long story short: you never called, and he never came back through your door.
It seemed stupid now, the reason you broke up, but you felt insulted by Josh’s anger about a situation you could not control, and he felt hurt by what you said… especially because you knew he still got anxious about performing. After the past 6 months of ongoing heartbreak, you just wanted to start fresh again. You wished you could start dating again without meeting some guy at a bar or a club. That scene was never really your favorite atmosphere for meeting new people.
“C'mon Y/N, how about a blind date?” Your hair stylist asked as you sat down her chair. At first you rolled your eyes at the idea. Blind dates seemed like a rather desperate attempt to you.
Your hair stylist, and confidant of two years, sensed your uneasy feeling.
“Relax Y/N. It’s not as nerve racking as you would think. Just think of it as setting high standards for who you go on a date with… that you like your men to come recommended and thought highly of. I could set you up.” You glanced at her through the mirror and sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m putting my trust in you on this one. Don’t let me down.”
— Time Skip —
As the clock ticked closer to the time of your dinner, you felt the nauseous feeling in your stomach grow more intense. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to have your hair stylist set you up with someone. Even though, she told you he was “a super cute sweetheart with a charming smile” and set the date at one of your favorite Mexican restaurants. You adjusted your hair in your car mirror and sighed. Josh and you had always loved this restaurant… that is, when you convinced him to go somewhere nicer than Taco Bell.
You contemplated pulling away from your parking spot and driving home. You could say you got sick at the last minute and reschedule, but it was already 6:30 and the little voice in your head was forcing you to leave the safety of your car. You owe this to yourself to try. You owe it to yourself to give love a second chance.
Your phone buzzed.
It was your hair stylist:
Hey girlie! I told him to sit at the last booth by the far window. Have fun ;)
You opened the door of the restaurant and gazed down the rows of booths and tables for two. That’s when your eyes landed on an all too familiar mess of yellow hair.
Oh no. You didn’t even realize you said that out loud. He immediately recognized your voice and his head whipped around.
Suddenly everything made sense. As your eyes met Josh’s, you swore you could see it all click in his mind as well. The yellow hair.
Your hair stylist.
She knew Josh. She had helped him re-dye his hair yellow. She had always loved you two together, so when she saw you both were missing each other as much as you did, she tried to set you up on what was supposed to be a “blind date.”
Josh shyly waved you over. “Come sit, Y/N. It’s been a while.”
Your legs started to shake as you walked over to his booth and sat down across from him. “Josh, I didn’t know she would… ya know… us… together…”
He looked up at you and bit his lip. “I didn’t either… but I may have mentioned a few times that I’ve uh- I’ve- umm… missed you.”
He scratched his head and tapped his fingers on the table out of nervous habit. Oh how you wished you could just reach over and grab his hand and calm his anxiety. Truth is, you still wished you were with Josh, but you were at a loss for words. Your silence made him regret his prior confession, so he quickly changed the topic. “So… you wanted to start dating again?” he questioned.
“Well didn’t you want to start dating again? I mean… I suppose you expected to see a stranger here as well.”
He leaned back and his seat and shut his eyes. He squeezed them shut and shook his head just like you did the night you broke up, but not angry this time. He looked focused, like he was formulating immensely important words to say.
“No Y/N. There has always been a part of me that hoped we would cross paths again, just like this, like something out of a movie. I guess going on a date was me trying to distract myself. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”
You were shocked. Stunned beyond words. Josh still loved you too.
“I’m sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way, I- I mean I know it was me that walked out that night, but that fight was so stupid. I should’ve just come back to you. I shouldn’t have left in the first place. I regret it all the time I-”
You took his hands in yours from across the table and jumped to interrupt him. “No. Joshua. I’m so sorry for that night too. I think I always knew you’d find me again. You always do.”
That signature smile of his crept onto his lips. “Well then. Is this a date?”
You giggled at his gesture and nodded your head. “Yeah. I guess so. We can take this slow again though Josh. I don’t want you to rush into this and bite off more than you can chew.”
Josh opened the menu and scanned the options.
“Don’t worry. I chew a lot.”
Can I get first angst and then it turns into fluff scenario with jungkook (BTS) (I really really like school scenarios or when you are working with then or like he is an idol and you’re fan) 💕❤
A/N: I don’t know if you could tell…. but i got a little too carried away. But i hope you like it! and sorry if there are any typos, its like 2 in the morning and i was too lazy to re-read everything.
Jeon Jungkook, the most popular guy
in school, every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him, even the
teachers loved him. With his jet black hair and breath taking smile. He can
sing, dance, and rap, what the hell can’t he do, he was perfect, not to mention
that he was a mastermind with the ladies. Everyone loved him.
Anonymous said: Perfect ! So~ for your first writing I could propose you this scenario : You work on bts staff and once you have dinner together in a restaurent (staff and bangtan ) you are sitting next to Yoongi and he begins to fingering under the table with everybody around you Hope it’s ok ;)
Warnings: SMUTTY, alcohol use, language
You let out a deep breath as you took your seat at the large dinner table. The staff and all of BTS were out celebrating their success on their latest album. Normally you wouldn’t feel so bad, you were used to being around them, for god’s sake you were even used to touching them. You were doing at least 3 of their hair every other day.
note: I’m LATE ASJLKDJSJADJSAJDSL SORRY! BUT THERE’S THE LAST CHAPTER AND I’M ACTUALLY CRYIGN BECAUSE I WILL MISS MAYDAY JINYOUNG. THANK YOU FOR GIVING MAYDAY SO MUCH LOVE AND PATIENCE I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! THANK YOU!!! -admin
two years later
“Good afternoon, America!” I heard from the TV that was being played in the dressing room. Looking ahead of me, I watched the screen through the reflection of the mirror while I was being pampered for the shoot. For a year, I’ve lived in Los Angeles and pursued the dream that I’ve always wanted. I worked hard and eventually became one of the most demanded models for top brands and magazines. Not to mention that I received an undying love of fans from all around the world. I’d never imagined that becoming famous would be both rewarding but also frustrating. Rumors, paps, and stalkers were the downside of becoming well known. However, I’ve learned to deal with it from the past that I’ve experienced.
Jongin runs his palm through Kyungsoo’s bang, “You’re washing it every night, right?” he asks the shorter male and in response gains a smile.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo sighs when he feels Jongin comb his hand through his damp locks, “If I didn’t, you could tell.” he continues as he maneuvers to the main chair.
Jongin snickers. “Of course, you are my favorite customer after all.” he drapes the cloth around Kyungsoo’s neck before turning his chair around to face the mirror.
“Am I really? What about that lanky guy–what’s his name? Chanyeur?” Kyungsoo’s face scrunches as he searches his memories for a name. Jongin chuckles at his concentrated brows.
“It’s Chanyeol, and hell no, I can’t stand him. He’s horrible, and far too tall.”
“Then, you’re my favorite hair stylist,” he nods as much as Jongin would allow.
“Aren’t I your only hair stylist?”
“Your point?” Kyungsoo smiles into the mirror and Jongin meets his gaze in the reflection with his tongue in his cheek.
He clears his throat before speaking, “So what style did you want to try this time?” he asks, readying the blow dryer.
“Something sexy, but subtle. Yet bold and daring.” Jongin stops the rush of hot air and purses his lips.
“You’re so contradictory,”
Kyungsoo shrugs. “Only because I know you can handle it.”
“How are you so sure?”
“Because you’re perfect.” he slips, his eyes widening identical to Jongin’s surprise on his face. Kyungsoo scrambles for his next words, “I mean, you’re perfect at your job.” he laughs nervously.
“I see.” Jongin flips the switch on the dryer and begins drying his hair. Kyungsoo tilts his head down, gnawing on his bottom lip. Dammit, why couldn’t he speak his mind? “I think you’re perfect as well,” Jongin mentions under the harsh sounds of the dryer.
“You say something?” Kyungsoo looks into the mirror expectantly, wishing for Jongin to repeat himself.
“No, nothing.” there’s hesitation in his hands moving in Kyungsoo’s hair, and the shorter can sense his uneasiness. Kyungsoo sighs, this has gone on for far too long, and it’s about time to come clean.
“I like you Kyungsoo.” the other blurts, and Kyungsoo pauses…
Hey Sweetis🦄 I love when I see the request are open again😂😍so if its possible could u do a scenario with RM where he is on Tour with the boys and u surprise him (u are also a Idol) with alot of skinship and some jokes from the members🤔😂if its also possible before the show in the show and after the show in one scenario if u have problem to understand what i wrote u know where u can find me💕THANK U SOOOO MUCH FOR UR HARD WORK DONT OVERWORK TOO MUCH AND I’m really sorry for so many request💕
It has been almost two months since you last saw him, Namjoon was on a world wide tour and you were really proud of him, but t the same time you missed him like crazy. You were even having a comeback so you couldn’t even properly talk to him like you wanted to. Luckily after 2 months that seemed an eternity to the both of you, your manager agreed to let you go to Singapore with the other members to attend at the concert.
Imagine traveling to New York without Chris. (Part B)
A/N: Part 3B Is here, and I know it hasn’t been a day but Part A was short and this one is a quick continuation before we move on to the exciting parts in Part 4A. 😋 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, and ‘Miss Graduate’ - Masterlist; ‘Something Blue’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A)
Ava and Sebastian sat outside your dressing room, drinking bubbly and eating cake while you tried on your first dress. It was a Vera Wang ball gown; a brand you’d thought you’d never see let alone try on. The salesperson had recommended it, along with a few others that she’d say she’d bring to you as soon as you were ready for them. The service was great, which was a perk considering it was a fancy boutique and you were Chris Evans’ fiancé. Even the bubbly and cake were complimentary, which your shopping partners were incredibly happy about. You were pregnant and unable to drink, and cake wasn’t something you felt like eating so Ava and Sebastian kindly offered to take your share off your hands. They were having a grand old time outside while you struggled behind the door to get inside the cupcake they called a dress. It was stunning, yes, but it was not particularly easy to put on which was why-
“Fuck!” Ava and Sebastian jumped up when they heard you cuss along with a loud thud. You’d stepped on the overflowing material, fell forward, and whacked your forehead against the mirror. The two of them lowered their champagne flutes and cake plates, and rushed to the door. “Owww.” You rubbed your forehead, wincing. “Stupid dress,” you muttered bitterly, slapping the puffy material that looked innocent resting around your legs when it was an extreme tripping hazard. You could imagine yourself wearing that on your wedding day, at least not if you wanted to get down the aisle in one piece.
“Are you okay?” Ava knocked on the door, sharing a worried look with Sebastian. They both knew their consequences if you came home with an injury of any sort, they’d gotten a text from Chris upon your arrival: “keep my bride safe, return her to me without so much as a scratch.” It was mostly humorous, but there was some sense of seriousness; you were carrying a child now. “Babe, do you need some help?”
“I needed help five minutes ago,” you grumbled as the door swung open. Ava pressed her lips together, whereas Sebastian tried not to laugh. “This is a real tripping hazard.” You picked up as much of the puffy material as you could, taking careful steps so you couldn’t trip and fall face first. “Can you finish zipping me up?” You asked Ava and she nodded, doing as you’d asked. “I could only reach so far.”
“There you go.” She zipped and tucked the zipper behind the little slit. “Wow,” she breathed, admiring your reflection as you did the same. Sebastian moved behind her, hugging her from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder. He smiled because not only did you look beautiful, he was imagining a time when it would be his fiancé’s turn. “That is so pretty, you look so good.”
“It is very pretty,” you nodded in agreement then sighed.
“What is it?” Ava asked, pulling away from Sebastian to join your side. “You look great in it,” she complimented, adjusting the skirt surrounding your lower half. “And if you’re worried about the baby bump, it’s not like the wedding is far away. You won’t have a baby bump by then, I mean- look at you, your genes will hide the fact that you’re pregnant until five months. That’s what happened for your mom, I have no doubt it’ll happen for you too.”
“I’m not worried about the baby bump, I’m worried about falling face first in this thing.” You turned and said, then laughed when they did. “I already fell trying to put it on, can you imagine adding heels to the picture? No thanks,” you shook your head then turned back to your reflection in the mirror. “As pretty as this is, it’s not me.”
“That’s okay,” Ava helped you with the zip and the dress as she walked you back to the dressing room. “This is only the first one, there are a gazillion more waiting to be tried on. Just take that off and I’ll go grab you another. Do you want to try another Vera Wang, or do you want to move down your list of designers?”
“Honestly,” you chuckled. “I don’t care who the designer is as long as the dress suits me.” Ava smiled and nodded, taking Sebastian’s hand. You closed the door behind you as they went in search of another dress for you. It was surprisingly easier to get out of the dress than it was to get in. You slipped on the complimentary silk robe and walked out to sit on the lounge, grabbing your phone off the table to text Chris.
Tried one, didn’t suit. Ava and Seb are getting me a new one.
Your phone chimed not seconds after you sent your message and you felt your heart ache slightly knowing Chris was just waiting by the phone to talk to you. You wished he could’ve been here too, but you didn’t want to break traditions and ruin the biggest surprise for a groom on their wedding day. You read his response: “Wow, you’re trusting Sebastian Stan to pick your wedding dress?” And you felt slightly better, knowing he could still joke.
Sebastian has great taste, he is marrying my best friend after all.
And I’m marrying you, but I still have a stylist. So what’s your point?
You giggled and typed a response as you wandered away from the couch, absentmindedly browsing the dresses in your vicinity. You believed the rack you were browsing was a rack of Elie Saab, a designer you’d loved for a while now. You always saw his dresses as works of art, so delicate and intricate in its designs. Just as you were about to hit send, you glanced away from your phone to look at the dress you were feeling the material of. You felt your breath hitch in your throat and you quickly lowered your phone onto the carpet floor to pull the dress from the rack. There was no way; you’d found the exact dress you looked at while describing the wedding dress for your mini-series. How this dress was still available after so many seasons had passed was beyond you, but you needed to try it on. God, you hoped it was in your size.
You were so excited, you left your phone on the floor and quickly rushed into the dressing room to try it on. You held you breath the entire time, from the second you slipped into the gown to the moment you had to zip yourself into it. You finally breathed when you realized it was a perfect, like- an absolutely perfect, fits-like-a-glove, it-was-made-for-you fit.
“Why did you put your phone on the ground, Y/N?” You heard Ava ask. “Here, put it in her bag.” She passed it to Sebastian who was hanging the dresses he’d gotten with Ava on the empty rack they provided for you to hang all your try-ons. “Babe, there this one that I think- Oh my God,” Ava gasped when she saw you exit the dressing room. “Is that…”
“The dress I’ve been in-love with since I was sixteen, yes,” you nodded eagerly. “I found it over there and it’s a perfect fit, Ava.” You walked over to the mirror with absolute ease unlike the first one and almost whimpered at the sight of yourself. “Isn’t it amazing?” You looked at her through the mirror; her lips were still parted in awe. “Tell me it’s not meant to be.”
“I can’t,” she shook her head, walking over to you. “This dress is clearly made for you, like- oh my God, I can’t see you in anything else on the twenty-eighth of September. I really, really can’t.” You turned around, squealing. “Chris is going to lose his mind when he sees you walk down the aisle.”
“Oh, definitely.” Sebastian nodded in agreement. “I think we can call it a day ‘cause Ava’s right, there is nothing in here that will suit you better than that dress you have on now.” You smiled, mouthing a 'thank you’. “Can you do me a favor though?” He held up your phone, trying not to laugh and you knew he’d read Chris’ text. “Tell him I found that dress?”
The dorm is silent around you,
the usual sounds of thirteen boys missing as you sit with your back against the
armrest of the couch. The one boy who was home is nearly asleep with his head
resting in your lap as a movie neither of you were paying attention to plays in
the background. His eyelids are heavy as he tries to stay awake, just to spend
some time with you, and you can’t help but grin at the sight.
“I think the stylist missed a
spot,” you hum as you run your fingers through Jeonghan’s freshly-dyed inky
black hair. This wakes him up and sends his hand flying to the ends of his
hair. You giggle at the motion and shake your head.
When your fingers guide his
own to the uneven section, he touches the strands before he laces his fingers
with your own. “She’ll have to fix it tomorrow,” he sighs. “You just had to
tell me. Now I won’t be able to see anything else in the mirror until it’s
fixed,” he pouts as he shifts to glance up at you.