Crimson - Have you ever been in war? If so, describe how it impacted you
Maroon - What are you most passionate about?
Imperial - Are you in any position of power or authority?
Ruby - Would you consider yourself impulsive or reckless?
Chili - Do you like spicy foods?
Brick - What are some things you dislike?
Rose - Would you consider yourself a romantic person?
Redwood - How tall are you?
Wine - What is your opinion on alcohol? (and does it exist in your world?)
Orange - What are some of your comfort foods?
Spice - Do you like to cook? Do you cook often?
Tangerine - What is your favorite fruit?
Peach - Are you generally a more gentle and soft spoken person or a louder and rougher person?
Squash - Do you live in an agricultural setting? If so, are you a farmer or something of the sort? What kind of crops do you grow?
Amber - Do you wield any sort of superpower? If so, what is it?
Honey - Have you ever considered marrying someone? What is your opinion on marriage in general?
Sandstone - Who in your life has been the most healing for you?
Rust - Have you thought about becoming old? Can you become old? Are you scared of being old? What do you think about elders?
Pumpkin - What is your favorite part of Autumn? (If that exists in your world)
Jumpsuit - Have you ever been arrested/ in trouble with authority?
Bronze - What is your favorite way to warm up when it’s cold
Yellow - Are you an optimist or a pessimist?
Dandelion - Would you consider yourself stubborn?
Marigold - What types of flowers are in your setting? Do you have a favorite?
Blonde - What is your hair color? do you like it?
Lemon - Are you more of a clean or dirty person?
Safety - What is the most traumatic experience in your life?
Gold - Would you consider yourself more rich or poor, in comparison to the world you live in?
Butterscotch - Is there candy in the world you live in? If so, do you have a favorite one?
Daffodil - Do you like trying new things? What is something new you’d like to try?
Sunshine - Are you a more active or lazy person?
Green - Was there ever a time in your life that you went through a period of growth? describe it.
Juniper - What is the nature like in your setting?
Shamrock - Do you believe in luck? If so, are you a generally lucky person?
Pine- If camping exists in your wold, have you gone camping? did you like it? do you go often?
Green tea - Does Tea it exist in your world? If so do you like it, and which kind is your favorite?
Fern - Would you enjoy running a flower shop?
Seafoam - Are there bodies of water in your setting? Describe them if you can
Mint - Does Ice cream exist in your world? If so, what is your favorite Ice cream flavor?
Laurel - Is there a major victory you’ve achieved in your life? if so, what is it?
Emerald - If you could be immortal, would you want to be?
Brunswick - Are you a person who is often jealous? what makes you jealous most often?
Avocado - Are you a health nut or a fan of junkfood?
Army - Do you have a fighting style? If so, what is it?
Olive - What is your Greek personality type? (sanguine, phlegmatic, choleric, or melancholic)
Blue - Are you a creative person? How do you like to be creative?
Peacock - Are you a more flashy person, or do you like to blend in?
Sky - What is your favorite time of the day?
Arctic - Do you prefer warm or cool weather?
Cerulean- What is your favorite way to cool down in hot weather?
Baby (blue) - Would you consider having children? If so, how many?
Periwinkle - Would you consider yourself to be a good parent? what do you think a good parent should be?
Denim - What is your fashion style?
Navy - have you ever been on a boat/sailing? does it exist in your world? did you enjoy it?
Ultramarine - What is your favorite aquatic creature? (if they exist)
Cobalt - Do you live in a world with freedom? Describe your opinion on the subject
Teal - What makes you feel most at peace?
Turquoise - Are you good at communicating your feelings?
Lapis - What is your opinion on religion and the afterlife?
Aegean - Would you consider yourself a wise person? who do you look to for wisdom?
Purple - Is there magic in your world? if so, describe how it works
Violet - What is your ideal date?
Lilac - How would someone win you over?
Lavender - what is a smell you really like?
Royal - How do politics work in your world?
Eggplant - What’s the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?
Amethyst- What is your aesthetic?
Mauve - What makes you feel nostalgic?
Magenta - What is your Zodiac sign?
Pink - Are you currently in a relationship? if so, who is your partner?
Watermelon - what are your favorite summer activities?
Bubblegum - Are you a sassy or sarcastic person?
Salmon - Do you have any health issues or physical disabilities?
Blush - Do you have a crush on anyone? If so, who is it?
Cotten candy - Would you say you have a sweet tooth?
Carnation - Are you comfortable with PDA?
Rouge- Do you have an unpopular opinion?
Pastel - Do you prefer pastel, bright, neon, or dark colors?
Coral - Do you have a strong moral code? What are some moral things that you feel strongly about?
Fuchsia - Are you a generally playful or goofy person? Who or what makes you feel playful or goofy?
White - Do you consider yourself a good person? What’s the best thing you’ve ever done for somebody?
Snow - Have you ever seen snow? Do you like it? What do you like to do in the snow?
Frost - What do you like to wear in cold weather?
Bone - When was the first time you ever witnessed death? How did it impact you?
Cotton - What do you like to wear for pajamas?
Cream - Do you prefer Tea, Coffee, or Cocoa? (If your world has those things. If not, what sort of hot drinks do you have?)
Coconut - What would be your ideal vacation?
Pearl - What do you look for in a romantic partner?
Parchment - Do you like to read or write?
Lace - What would you name your child if you were to have one?
Porcelain - Do you consider yourself a delicate person? Do you fall apart easily?
Salt - Would you consider yourself a mean person? What is it like to fight with you?
Ghost- Are you easily scared? What scares you the most?
Ivory - Do you play any musical instruments? If so, which ones and how well?
Chiffon - Do you prefer a larger and cleaner environment, or a smaller and cozier one?
Alabaster - What is the most recognizable thing about you? What are people most likely to notice about you when they first meet you?
Egg-nog - Do you celebrate Christmas? If so, what traditions do you have? Which are your favorite?
Ecru - Do you have curly, wavy, or straight hair?
Beige - What kind of foods do you eat when you’re bored?
Tan - What is your skin color? Do you like it, or do you wish you looked different?
Buttermilk - Do you prefer pancakes or waffles? (if those exist in your world)
Oatmeal - What is your usual breakfast?
Linen - What clothes do you wear to work?
Sugar cookie - What reminds you of your childhood?
Sand - Have you ever been to a beach? If so, what’s your favorite thing to do at the beach?
Hazel - What kind of folklore/myths/stories are told in your family/community?
Sepia - Do you have any hobbies? If so, what are they?
Buff - Would you consider yourself to be fit, fat, or skinny?
Latte - Do you like milk in your hot drinks?
Brown- Where do you call home?
Mocha - How do you like your coffee? (If you like coffee)
Cinnamon - Which of the “Cinnamon Roll” memes fits you best? (looks like they could kill but is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you, looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll, looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you, or sinnamon roll)
Tawny - Cats or Dogs? (or any animal for that matter)
Hickory - How smart are you? Would you consider yourself more book smart or street smart?
Leather - How “basass” would you say you are?
Brunette - If you could change your hair color, what would you change it to?
Gingerbread - What is your favorite holiday?
Penny - If you could make a substantial living doing anything, what would you do?
Chocolate - Do you like chocolate? If so, what is your favorite way to eat it?
Chestnut - Have you ever ridden an animal? If so, which one?
Umber - Who do you call your friend? How many Friends do you have?
Carob - What do you look for in a friend?
Cedar - How old are you?
Caramel - How much does sugar affect you?
Mahogany- What is your moral alignment? (Lawful good, Neutral good, Chaotic good, Lawful neutral, True neutral, Chaotic Neutral, Lawful evil, Neutral evil, Chaotic Evil)
Peanut - Do you have any allergies?
Grey/Gray - Introvert, Extrovert, or Ambivert?
Shadow - What is your biggest regret?
Silver - What do you imagine the future to be like?
Graphite - Do you like to draw? If so, do you draw often? What do you like to draw?
Smoke - Have you ever taken any drugs?
Fog - Was there ever a period in your life when you were confused and lost? how did you get out of it?
Fossil - Do you have any older relatives other than your parents? If so, how many? Do you like them?
Slate - If you could erase any memory from your life, would you do it? If so, which memory would you chose?
Cloud - What do you spend the majority of your time thinking about?
Ash - Is there something or someone from your past that you miss?
Iron - Have you ever used a weapon? Do you own one? If so what is it?
Black - What is the darkest thing you’ve ever done?
Ebony - Describe your family
Onyx - What are your nightmares most often about?
Obsidian - Do you suffer from any mental disabilities?
Spider - What irrational fears do you have?
Charcoal - on a scale of one to ten how would you rate your survival skills?
Soot - How hard do you work to achieve your goals?
Midnight - Are you a night or morning person?
Raven - Can you fly? If not, do you ever dream about flying?
Prompt: During a busy day at Central Park, Lin mistakes Y/N as a paparazziand he is not happy.
Pairing: Lin x reader
Words: 4,759(brace yourselves)
A/N: I’ve been writing for this for so long, I’m glad it’s out of my head. I wrote the basis of the fic under the tags for ‘Monochrome’, and a couple of you guys happened to read it and told me I should write it! So thank you to all of you! I hope you guys enjoy!
Summary: The first snowfall of winter. The flurries comfort you in the midst of heartache. You love Chanyeol and Baekhyun, but they’re so happy in their newfound relationship. Baekhyun is so happy with Chanyeol, but he misses your touch on his skin. You would never think of getting in the middle of them, not two of your closest friends. Baekhyun thinks otherwise. (Baekhyun x Reader x Chanyeol) Warnings: Polyamory, Rough Sex, Cheating
Word Count: 2,427
Written by: Smutty Jaefairy
A/N: This is a personal fantsy of mines that I formatted into a reader story. I’m such a wet noodle for Baekhyun, I’m sorry I’m like this.
Request (summarized): Can i request one, where dean and the reader used to date but Dean turned into a demon and Sam asks for the reader’s help? They find out about a strip club that he visits regularly and reader pretends to be a stripper that doesn’t know Dean. He asks for a private show and urges her to admit that she’s the reader who denies it, but tells him a story of how she used to date this one guy, but they broke up and she is dating his brother now to make Dean jealous, ending up in smut?
august 2015 | instagram | flickr | prints - road trips are so much more than the destination. road trips are a way to create incredible, lasting memories with whoever you travel with. they are a time capsule of your relationship/friendship at the time. the stories, inside jokes, songs on the radio, shared new experiences and sights all become important stories in your life with those people for years to come.
Anyway, Harry, if you’re reading this… I just wanna say that I love your heart so much. It’s one of my favorite things about you. You’re so guarded (which is good, considering your platform), but when you open yourself up, and decide which parts you wanna share about who you are, and your life and your thoughts, it’s so so beautiful.
I love your words and how they make me feel; they’re so elegant and nostalgic, and hopeful all at once. And every time I listen to you sing, even if it’s the same song over and over again, I feel something different than I felt before. Your vulnerability and honesty are almost palpable with every lyric, but so is your passion, and sweetness, and dedication, and sense of fighting for who and what you love. You are so gifted and I am so eternally proud of you. Thank you for being you and for sharing so much of yourself to the world. I love you, tiny angel. You truly make me so happy and hopeful.
Namjoon was the one, once upon a time. He can’t come back into your life
and expect things to go back to normal. You’re happy with Hoseok, and
no random visit in the middle of the night is gonna stop that..right?
(Previously posted on Suganeedsanap) Warnings: Cheating
“You’ve come to a custody agreement on your own?” The judge put on her glasses as she looked over the mountain of paperwork in front of her.
“Yes your honor.” You and Bucky both nodded as you waited for her words.
“It all looks good to me.” She looked at the both of you over the top of her bifocals. “And your property?”
“We divided it without dispute.” You were trying to remain calm as your whole life was being split down the middle in a stuffy courtroom. It didn’t seem fair. You got the house and your car and a guarantee of child support every month. But none of that would replace the feeling of losing your husband.
“That’s true, Mr. Barnes?” She turned her gaze to Bucky.
“That’s true.” He nodded, his hands folded in front of his body.
“Then I see no need to delay. Let’s move on through all of this and we’ll grant the divorce.” Your heart sank with her words. So this was it.
Title: The Notebook Ch.2
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,625
A/N: You guys asked for it, so here it is! I just can’t fathom how much you guys actually like this????? Like what??? ALSO if y'all wanna know about the musical the reader is writing, ask me! It’s an actual play that I’m writing, except it’s a play not a musical…
Also I shit-wrote this in a matter of two hours so please have mercy on me
“Ma'am, are you okay?” A distant voice asks you worriedly, a gentle tap on the shoulder shocking you out of your disassociated state. You jump slightly at the touch, but try to collect yourself enough to plaster a fake smile onto your lips and nod feebly to the flight attendant. It’s clear that she can see right through your crummy facade, but she just nods and continues down the isle, knowing well enough not to prod.
Your attention immediately snaps back to the worn black notebook in your hand, except it’s not yours. It looks exactly like yours- it’s even got the same scratch on the cover from the price sticker- but it’s not yours. The handwriting is too clean to be yours, there isn’t nearly as many ink smudges or eraser marks spread across the pages as there should be, and nothing scrawled across the yellowing paper aligns with what you’ve been working on for the past few years.
You were becoming hysterical, to say the least.
In any other given situation where this had somehow miraculously happened, you would’ve been on the phone with Kylie faster than lightening. But you were on a plane, at least an hour from landing and giving you access to others again, so that option was on hold. Obviously you couldn’t talk to anybody else about it on the plane, they’d just label you as crazy, which to your defense you can be, but they’d just zone out after about a minute. So here you were, forced to panic and get worked up over this notebook of yours all on your own. Great. Just great.
Oh god, what if that, that Lin guy was reading through your notebook right now?! What if he had already stolen all of your ideas and morphed them into his own?! No, no. Calm down, Y/N. You’re obviously overreacting, Lin wouldn’t do that. Sure, you only met him for a solid thirty seconds, but that’s enough time to get a decent judgement on somebody cute, right? He helped you up, he tried to make conversation, he seemed like a pretty good guy, a gentleman even.
Calm down, Y/N, you’re just getting yourself riled up for no good reason. You’ll be able to figure this whole situation out once you get both feet back onto solid ground again, and you’ll be able to start writing again in no time. You’ll get your notebook back, and Lin will get his. Simple fix, minus the whole “he’s in New York and you’re in rural Missouri” thing, but something can get worked out.
Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and try to calm yourself, even slightly. Everything will turn out fine in an hour, so just wait it out. Just an hour, that’s all. Yup, juuuuusssttttt an hour.
Oh who are you kidding? This is going to be the longest hour of your life.
Your eyes snap back open and you feel a sense of jitteriness pulse through you, only making everything seem worse. What were you going to do within this agonizingly long hour? Usually you would’ve brought a book or something to read for the flight, just in case writer’s block hit you, but what were yo-oh. That’s right, you do have something to read.
Your gaze slowly shifts downward to your slightly calloused hands, mainly from your late writing nights, and settle back upon your imposter notebook. Turning it over and over in your hands, the sleek black leather only makes you more and more curious as to what else it holds inside, besides characterization and such.
A little peek wouldn’t hurt, right?
Shifting in your already stiff seat, you pull your legs up into a criss-cross position and re-open the journal, ready to try and figure out what everything was in here. You focus on a random page near the center, and quickly become absorbed in deciphering everything out of it. Are these… song lyrics? Alexander Hamilton? Hold on, that name rings a bell… Hamilton, Hamil-wait, that’s the guy on the 10$ bill! He wasn’t a president, right?
Sifting through more pages, you attempt to gather more and more information, but all you come up with is more “Hamilton this” and “Hamilton that”, and some more lyrics for different situations. Although, with the way these songs are aligned, you can totally see a character arc for a musical here and-oh God.
This notebook is a developing musical for a founding father.
That’s a new one.
You stifle a laugh from the realization, trying not to draw anyone’s attention. A musical about a founding father? Who most likely wasn’t even a president? What kind of drug did this guy have to be on to come up with this off-the-wall idea? No wonder he came off as nice when he ran into you at the airport, all crack-jobs are nice when you first run into them.
Might as well humor yourself and read on, you’ve got a miserable hour to go.
But as you pick back up where you left off, you begin to see where this Lin guy was going with this Hamilton stuff. This founding father’s life story is the perfect. Love, angst, tragedy, hardships, lost of death, all wrapped up into song? Critics would eat this up with a spoon. Sure, there’s a lot of hitches and messy parts to some of these songs, but the idea is there.
A certain pair of characters stood out to you a bit more than Hamilton himself did; The sisters, Angelica and Eliza, Angelica specifically. You unintentionally began to flip through the pages, looking for any indication of the name Angelica, wanting to know more about her. Descriptions were scattered here and there as you continued to flip; strong, independent, intellectual equal, sacrificed love, all of these quick details scrawled about.
But then you fell upon a certain song. Well, you couldn’t really call it a song with the way it looked, more like a bunch of lyrics broken up and not really connecting to each other. A bunch of small scenes that didn’t quite have an order yet, if you will. At the top of the page a bunch of titles had been written and scratched right back out, with only one remaining, a think black circle around it with a bunch of question marks, reading “Can I say Something?”.
You begin to read through the setting of the song that was hastily written along the border of the page, getting a basic understanding of how Lin was imagining this scene to be. A whole rewind situation to see a love triangle from the third angle. Alright Mister Lin-Dude, this scene has you intrigued. You feel pretty connected to this Angelica girl, the same independence of hers coursing through your blood as well. Reading on, you try to grasp the concept of the fragmented lyrics, the plot line of it partially coming together. Okay okay, so she fell in love with Hamilton first, but because she loved her sister, Eliza, so much, she let her have him instead? Wow, that’s some serious sisterly love.
Although the idea and concept of the song was well presented, the actual lyrics itself felt like it was missing something; a single word or phrase. Something that left room for interpretation, yet had many levels of meaning to it. Also something that would get more and more tragic sounding as it was said more (because there’s totally a term for that). Convinced, Unannounced, Satisfied, Unspoken, Certain… something along those lines.
You reached for your pencil in the mesh pocket of your bag and brought it down to the paper, halting only centimeters above it. Hold on, Y/N. This isn’t your notebook. This isn’t yours. You can’t go writing at will in it, who knows what kind of trouble that could stir up.
But at the same time, you couldn’t let this criticism go to waste. Maybe this Lin guy needs some “creative help” with his works?
You continue to blankly stare at the page before you, your favorite mechanical pencil teetering against your fingers in anticipation of your decision.
It’s pencil. If he doesn’t want these ideas, he can erase them with ease.
But your little notes don’t seem to just stop there. You subconsciously scribble down little anecdotes and ideas on almost every page. A little note on a line about Hamilton’s son, and how he can be both his “son” and “sun”. A small adjustment to a roasting between Jefferson and Hamilton, making Jefferson claim to have written “Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness”, when Jock Locke had actually written them, giving him the effect of “underhanded”. Just simple notes and suggestions here and there, nothing major.
Well, if it hadn’t been an hour’s worth of suggestion writing, it may have been considered “small”. Yet, here you are, an hour later, being told by the overhead speaker to fasten your seatbelt for the landing in St. Louis.
You need to learn to control your writing needs, Y/N.
Setting your feet back on the floor you re-buckle, ready to get off of this airplane and back onto solid ground. Sure, you weren’t scared of heights or anything, but you really were just itching to figure out where your notebook was, and how you could get it back. Had Lin done the same thing to your notebook that you had done to his? Nah, there’s nothing good enough to deal with in it anyway. Three years of work on your musical and there’s not much to show for it, in all honesty.
The buckling of the wheels hitting the runway underneath of airplane jars you back into the present. The endless amount of more runways and nothingness outside of your window already gives you a nostalgic feeling of being back home, a smile growing on your face from the mere feeling of it. The captain’s voice rings out on the overhead speaker, announcing that all of you were now in St. Louis, and how you were able to exit to the airport now.
You waste no time in high-tailing it to the exit to gather yourself a bit before returning to your hometown. Your best friends from high school were supposed to be there to pick you up, but you had no idea where they were. In Heinz sight, you probably should’ve told them your exit instead of just “meet me at the airport”, but that couldn’t be helped now.
Fishing your phone from your pocket, you flip off airplane mode and allow for it to set in your hand for a minute, waiting for the few text messages and Snapchat’s to roll in. And they do.
But they don’t stop.
Confused, you watch the notifications bombard your lockscreen, each of them burying the other so quickly you can’t even read them. A solid minute rolls by before it finally ends, the most recent being a text from your hometown friends, Karsen and Colin.
TEXT FROM: 🚗🌞 Karsen
-“Y didn’t u tell me dat u were Twitter famous child!!!!!!”
TEXT FROM: 📞📥 Colin
-“You better check your Twitter before Kar has a heart attack.”
Utterly puzzled, you open your Twitter (after turning off the notifications, dear lord) and stare at the little blue bubble over your notifications button. You didn’t even know that number could be so high. Clicking the little bell icon, you furrow your eyebrows at everything cluttering your box. You knew none of these people, not a single one. Why were they-oh.
Every single tweet had your handle, and one other person’s.
A flood of both relief and worry wash over you as you click on the familiar name, taking in his entire profile page. Seems like it’s Lin. The profile picture looks like him, at least. Scrolling past his most recent tweets, you search for the earliest mention with your Twitter handle.
“Okay, I found her account everybody, it’s @(Y/H/N), please bombard her with love for her work, even though you don’t know what it is yet”
Wait, why is he talking about your works?
You scroll further into his history, seeing the progression of his tweets backwards.
“God I need to know who Y/N is. This is totally a romcom movie plot line, with the mystery and beauty of it”
“That was a true roller coaster of emotions. I need to see this I theaters now, Y/N.”
“Oh thank god Leila and Adam got back together I was hoping this would be a happy ending”
“Oh no. Now the best friends have got to do all the work to get the lovers that don’t think they like each other back together. Classic”
“Planning a fake fight always leads to bad things, Adam”
“LEILA YOU LOVE ADAM DONT TRY TO HIDE IT HROUGH YOUR WRITING LIKE ME”
“ADAM WHY ARE YOY CARRYING THAT WITH YOU”
“WHAT?! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM OFF?! You wound me Y/N, you really do”
“Ooo, Adam has such a sad backstory. Of course he gets the Sappy But Still Loved Character Award from me”
“I relate to Leila on an emotional level. An aspiring writer with a bit of a sad past and social issues? Sign me up”
“I’ve only read the basic plot she has written in the front and in already in love”
“Every single one of you are going to be subjected to me live-tweeting about this story she has-best part?-ITS A MUSICAL”
“Wow does she have some seriously good shit in this notebook. Way better than mine. Maybe I’ll just keep it for myself…”
“-and long story short I now have a mysteriously beautiful and talented woman’s notebook.”
“Apparently we have the same notebook though. Or, better yet, our notebooks are identical, and we somehow managed to swap them”
“And we both dropped out notebooks that we write in during the collision, so being nice people, picked them up and gave them back to each other”
“Not only was she pretty and super nice, I looked like a total jerk running into her. Literally ran over her.”
“FUNNY STORY: So you guys know how I’m super clumsy and I run into almost anything ever? Well I ran into a girl at the airport just now”
“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME OF YOUR BOYFRIEND?!” A familiar voice shouts from across the way, her voice just as loud as you remember it. Karsen’s blond hair bounces towards you and you’re wrapped up in a death-grip hug from her. “Why didn’t you tell me you have a boyfriend?! We made a promise to tell each other about that stuff!” She yells in your ear, squealing in both delight and frustration.
“Yeah, you’ve got some s'plainin’ to do, Y/N.” Colin laughs from behind Karsen, his usual smirk plastered on his lips like it always use to be. “Gee, thanks for the warm welcoming you two. No really, I appreciate it.” You remark, sarcasm dripping from your voice as you stuff your phone back into your pocket, not wanting to focus on anything back in New York right now.
“No but really, who’s the guy that’s making you soon-to-be-verified on Twitter?” Colin breathes, running a hand through his styled and swoopy hair. “Yeah! I wanna know all about your boyfriend!” Karsen quietly screams, her movements giddy with excitement. “Not my boyfriend, I can tell you that much.” You laugh, following them out of the airport.
How were you going to explain this situation, actually?
If you wanna ask me about the musical the reader is writing, feel free to!
Q: How do you feel now before the drama starts airing here? LSK: I’m really happy and looking forward to it (airing). The drama was recieved well in Korea and we recieved a lot of love from the fans watching it. I want to say thank you to everyone who watched the drama. It’s a healing and very cute drama so I’m looking forward to see how the Japanese audience will feel about the drama and if they can feel the same thing we felt (when shooting it). NJH: I’m also looking forward to it. Although the drama was aired in Korea, I’ve heard that a lot of Japanese fans also went out of their way to watch it, and also that they enjoyed it. As the formal airing (in Japan) has been decided, I’m hoping that more people will be able to enjoy it.
Q: Can you please explain what the drama is about? LSK: I think that everyone who have watched the drama will say the same thing as I am, that it is very cute. However, although the drama is cute the plot evolves in every episode and (the viewers’) feelings will become warmer and hopefully it will leave them feeling warm and fuzzy when the drama ends. All the actors and the staff say that they felt comforted/soothed when shooting the drama. The best way to explain “Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo” in one word would be… “healing”. A very pure and nice feel-good-drama. NJH: I think I would use the word “adolescence/spring of life” (T/N: the word he used (青春) is usually used when describing the your youth in a nostalgic way). The drama portrays the feelings and emotions you had when you were in your adolescents. I think viewers in our age but also young people going through this stage right now can all think “Ah, this is youth” when watching our drama.
Q: The drama has finished airing in Korea.. LSK: I cried a lot. I watched the last episode with everyone yesterday, but I think I have to re-watch it because I cried too much! I can’t remember a thing, I was literally crying the whole time.
Q: Please tell us about your characters in the drama. LSK: I play Kim Bok Joo. Her charm point is that she is very straightforward but also very pure. She does not hide her feelings, and as she is a member of the weightlifting club in the school you can’t really sense any ‘femininity’ in her. However, when she falls in love for the first time she becomes aware of herself as a woman. She goes through a heart break, is also loved by another Joonhyung, goes through a slump etc. She’s a character that will show you a variety of emotions through the drama, so please look forward to her story. NJH: I play the swimmer Jung Joonhyung. He’s one of those characters who’s actions you can’t predict, but he also has a lot of charming things about him. And he is also very innocent, just like Bok Joo. Although he’s college, he hasn’t forgotten about his first love that he had in elementary school. I think the viewers will be able to see that charm of his.
Q: It’s the second time you are acting as a swimmer in a drama. Your character in “Who are you? School 2015” was also a swimmer. How was it this time? NJH: It was really hard. LSK: I heard you say that you will never do it again! NJH: Swimming is a very hard. And it is even harder when you have to shoot it, as you have to take the same scene from several different angles. It was impossible to do it alone, so I had a stand-in sometimes, but when they were shooting angles in which you can see my face I had to be the one swimming, so I swam a lot. I don’t want to do a shoot with me swimming ever again. LSK: There was a lot of scenes in the water, and since you have to move in line with the camera and not just stand still in the water, there were a lot of technical troubles. For example, you have to re-do your hair and make-up ever so often when you’re shooting in the pool. I also think your skin has been damaged by it. (T/N: It’s not indicated if she’s talking about her own or NJH’s skin).
Q: You must have trained a lot for the role? NJH: I would say that more than me training for the role, the role itself became my training. I was told by the actual swimmers that were in the drama that my swimming became faster after having shot half of the drama. The fact that I became faster even though I was really tired proved that it was worth the training. Since I have become better at swimming now I think I will reject offers that includes swimming from not on. I’m saying 'good-bye’ to swimming for a while!
Q: How similar would you say you and your character are? LSK: (Nam Joo Hyuk and) Joonhyung are 400% similar! (laughs). I would say I’m very quiet and gentle, so I’m the opposite of Bok Joo, so it was actually quite hard to play her. Right? Next question! (laughs). NJH: Sung Kyung says I’m 400% similar to my character but I just think I was able to portray the character were well (laughs). I don’t think we match 100%. I’m very laid back and enjoy reading books so.. I think that Bok Joo is actually really similar to Sung Kyung’s personality. We had a lot of fun shooting the drama. LSK: Next question please! I’m really not at all like Bok Joo! Really!! NJH: I think that Sung Kyung was able to portray the character really well. And although my portrayal was lacking, I think I did a good job as well.
Q: Then, please tell us about each other (laugh). NJH: Although Sung Kyung said that she is very quiet and calm she has a really nice personality. I think a drama shoot is very dependent on the actors, and in this care Sung Kyung really was the mood maker on the set. I think her lively personality helped create the fun atmosphere we had on the set. LSK: Joo Hyuk really is exactly like Joon Hyung. Although he is more laid back than Joon Hyung, he is also a tiiiiny bit more charming (laughs). NJH: I think we are similar in many ways because I put a lot of myself into the character. LSK: When shooting this drama, I was able to see that Joo Hyuk is a very genuine/pure person. He is very smooth at portraying emotions. He also spends a lot of time thinking about acting, and having him as a partner was very comforting on the set. NJH: I’m not that pure though (laughs). LSK: Are you corrupt then? (laughs). NJH: No, I wouldn’t say that I’m corrupt.. I would say that I’m acting similar to someone of my age (laughs). LSK: I am completely pure though (laughs). Sorry! (In Japanese:) sorry! (laughs).
Q: It seems like your chemistry is very good, but how good was your compatibility in acting?
LSK: If my partner had been someone I didn’t really know, I would go to them and talk about how I was planning on portraying my character. And while talking about acting I think I would take a step back (and follow their lead). Also, I would have to get to know them better as a person. However, with the two of us we could skip that completely. We have been modelling together for different magazines before, so when talking about how we want to do a scene, we didn’t have to be careful of the other’s personality or acting in that sense. We could just do it. We could also adapt better to the other’s acting and therefore react more naturally, so I think we did a good job. Right? NJH: We get along great. LSK: I won’t stare at you, so say what you want! (laughs) NJH: In this drama we did a lot of ad-lips. In other dramas, I made a point of talking about any ad-lips with my partner before, but during the rehearsal take in this drama I came up with a lot of ideas on the spot, so although I felt bad for Sung Kyung, I just did ad-lips without talking to her about it first. LSK: There were indeed a lot of ad-lips. NJH: However, because of how well she adapted to and participated in my sudden ad-lips, I think we were able to shoot a lot of really cute/charming scenes. LSK: I didn’t have to ‘create’ a reaction to his ad-lips. He really came out as quite pushy so I got a little bit irritated. However, Bok Joo also becomes irritated by Joon Hyung’s pushy attitude, so in a way it helped me portray Bok Joo’s reaction better (laughs). NJH: It seems like you only remember those irritating scenes.. LSK: It’s because they had a very strong impact on me. NJH: But I was talking about the scenes portraying Bok Joo and Joon Hyung’s love story though. I think I must have hurt Sung Kyung (with my pushy acting). I want to take this opportunity to apologise. It was only acting! (laughs). LSK: Your acting was very good (laughs).
Q: Both Bok Joo’s secret crush and Joon Hyung’s ex girlfriend are also in the drama (in addition to being a couple themselves). Who would you choose as a partner? LSK: Joon Hyung! NJH: Of course. I would choose Bok Joo. LSK: Of course (laughs). NJH: Although I feel bad for Shi Ho (Kyung Soo Jin) (for saying this), the time spent with Bok Joo was almost always fun. Although they are lovers, they are also very good friends. As professional athletes, they support each other and also listen to each other, and finding a partner like that is really not easy. Finding someone that will both communicate well and who will become your strength, and also someone you can count on is really hard. I really think Bok Joo and Joon Hyung should get married. Because of that I would choose Bok Joo.
Q: What are your plans now? NJH: I will rest (laughs). I have had many projects after each other for a while now, so I think I need some time to rest and recharge. LSK: I’m also planning to rest some. I think my body needs to rest as well. Both Joo Hyuk and me have had so many activities lately that I think it is important that we rest before starting anything new.
(T/N: This is not the complete interview, but at least most of it. Other questions have been asked in many other interviews so I didn’t feel the need to translate it. Also, some parts of their answers I didn’t translate because the meaning was not completely clear to me.)
A/N: this is just a burn on basically all of us and i’m so sore; ALSO I’M BACK AND FULFILLING REQUESTS WHOOO!!xo
It was embarrassing for you to even think about; the way you used to be before you actually met Jack at a club in London and really got to know him as a person and not as his brand. He was handsome, but you’d always known that, but he had a way with words that made you feel as if you weren’t talking to the boy whom you’d previously run a blog about, but he was a completely different guy. He was polite, a gentleman, and you came to the conclusion that photographs did not do his eyes any justice.
You exchanged numbers that night, and proceeded to spend hours upon hours texting non-stop, realising only when your eyes began to droop that you’d been messaging each other until three am, sometimes even later. It was one of your wildest dreams coming true, and you had to pinch yourself every so often to remind yourself that you were actually talking to him, and weren’t just dreaming.
When you started dating for real, and became ‘official’, that was when you met the rest of the boys. You played it cool, but couldn’t help the wide smile that remained on your lips all night long. But after a few months, you completely forgot about your blog, and the obsessive girl you’d been before you actually met Jack. You became a huge part of the buttercream squad, or 'gang’, as a few of the boys liked to insist it was originally referred to as. You would shake your head and press your lips together in amusement, thinking back to the time when your friends in the tumblr fandom all lost it over them tweeting such nonsense.
When you appeared in one of Joe’s vlogs, even if it was only for a split second as he turned around with the camera and caught a glimpse of you sat on his countertop with a juice box in your hands; the fans caught it without any issue at all. People began to speculate on who this mystery girl was, and why you seemed so comfortable in the company of all of the boys. As you read through all of the conspiracy enthused tweets, you couldn’t help but smile softly and think back to a time when that was you, messaging your friends in all caps and making up wild stories just to amuse yourselves.
They gave up eventually, especially when Joe liked a tweet that a fan account had tweeted, telling everyone that they needed to calm the heck down and understand that the boys were entitled to a private life. You thought for sure that it was all over and done with, until one morning, you rolled over in bed and reached your arms out, expecting to make contact with Jack but to no avail. You open your eyes groggily and jut out your bottom lip into a pout, yawning as you stretch your arms and legs out wildly before standing up and wrapping your dressing gown around your shoulders.
You walk out into the living room, and seeing as you’d heard their voices before, you simply smile sleepily at Joe, Oli, Mikey and Josh before walking into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Jack from behind, absorbing his warmth. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” You mumble into his back before taking a step back and walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
As you walk back over to him, he kisses you softly and gestures down to the food he was preparing with a tilt of his head. “The only reason I’m up is because the boys blackmailed me into making them all breakfast, and you looked really comfy in bed.”
You roll you eyes and grin, nudging him slightly before walking around the counter and collapsing onto one of the couches, forcing the boys to make space for you. You laugh and grin at them all, taking a sip of your water. “Morning.”
You received a few grumpy 'mornings’ back, and you looked down at your watch to check the time. it was only half past time in the morning, and you couldn’t help but wonder why on earth the boys thought it was a good idea to get back at Jack for goodness knows what, by punishing themselves with an early morning.
You didn’t understand these boys sometimes.
An hour later, you found yourself cuddles into Jack’s side with your legs laying over Josh’s lap as you all watched the screen intently, having mutually decided that Prison Break was the way to go. Jack was scrolling down his phone, not the biggest fan of Prison Break unlike the rest of you, and mumbling incoherently under his breath ever now and then, a habit you noticed he’d carried since the day you met him.
The boys left at around twelve, most of them only having free’d up their mornings and then had meetings to attend or videos to edit and/or film. With nothing to do with the rest of your day, you snuggle further into Jack and turn the TV onto YouTube, scrolling through your subscription box and frowning when you realised none of your favourite’s had uploaded.
“Hey, babe, is this you?” Jack asks just as you decide on a video, and you hardly look up at the slightly old photograph of yourself before nodding and humming without thinking. It was only a few seconds later when it dawned on you, that the only place that you’d ever posted that picture was on your old blog, and you swore that in that moment, you heart stopped.
“What on earth does 'smol’ mean?”
“Oh my god.” You exhale slowly, shuffling away form him and curling up into a small ball on the other end of the sofa. “Please st-”
“’Jack is precious and needs to be protected at all costs. Don’t fight me’, spelt, f-i-t-e.” He reads out the post, and your cheeks begin to burn in embarrassment. “Babe, I can’t believe you used to run a fan blog about me!” You part your lips, but you were completely speechless as you watch him continue to school down the page. “Oh my god, you have like, hundreds of people tagging you in posts asking you if you’re dead and so many people are worried about you because you haven’t been online in a long time.”
“Well I wasn’t exactly going to continue running a blog about the guy I was dating, especially not because when people do eventually find out about us, they’ll probably trace me back to that.” You gesture to the phone, you face scrunched up as you try not to cringe into yourself. “Please put it away, it’s really embarrassing.”
He looks up at you over the screen and frowns at the look on your face, reluctantly putting the phone down onto the coffee table before tugging you into his lap and cupping your cheeks softly. “I’m only teasing you, you know that right? I don’t really care if you were a fan of my video’s or if you weren’t, but honestly? Knowing that you liked me even before I knew you, that makes me really happy.” He speaks softly, looking down at you and brushing the delicate skin under your eyes with the pad of his thumb.
You nod and scrunch up your nose again. “It’s still horrible to think back. Like, that blog used to be my life, and I met so many amazing people through you without you even knowing who I was.”
He smiles and presses his lips against your for a moment before pulling away and laughing slightly. “But seriously, what does 'smol’ mean?”
You chuckled, the tension falling away from your shoulders slowly as you sit up and rest your head on Jack’s shoulder, scrolling down your old blog and feeling incredibly nostalgic as you read through your conversations and looked at your cheesy edits, all he while explaining to Jack the way of the average 'fangirl’ language.
Later that night, when Jack had left to go pick up some food, your phone lit up, notifying you that he’d tweeted.
If your girlfriend used to run a fan blog about you, don’t be sad, be rad, go pick up some chinese food for her, and proceed to tease her about it for the rest of her life #boyfriendgoals
You looked at him and smiled as the nostalgic feeling knocked on your door. A tear threatened to escape your eye, so you bit your lip as you gave him a thumbs up, encouraging him from afar. His gaze upon you made your heart flutter, but you knew that this feeling wasn’t right. He knew it too, however, there was nothing that could be done. Your love for him will forever be profound and after this day, your relationship will forever be strictly platonic.
“Taehyung, I think I lo-"
"Y/N! I’ve been looking all over for you.”
You released a deep sigh as you turned around, facing your best friend with a fake smile plastered on your face.
“Hey, what’s up?” You asked, wanting to get her as far away from Taehyung as possible.
You knew how she was. The type of friend to steal the love of your life away right before your eyes, saying that if you didn’t make a move, then she would. At first, you took it as a scarily encouraging joke, but the moment you saw her confess to your 3 yearlong crush proved you wrong. You stood there, dumbfounded and heartbroken as he pulled her into an embrace, pearly white smile beaming down at her as she snuggled into his chest. Not this time… she won’t steal him from you too.
“I was hoping that we could grab lunch together – hey, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” She said, eyes undressing Taehyung as she checked him out from head to toe.
“No. If you want to grab lunch, then let’s go.” Your voice was stern, slightly angry at the fact she would do such a thing when she already knew who he was due to you always blabbering about your undying feelings for him. Yet, she had the audacity to say such utter bullshit in front of you.
“I'm Taehyung.” He said, offering a hand in which she gladly accepted, holding onto it for too long.
“Wow, you have such big hands.” She released a flirtatious giggle as her fingertips ran down his chest.
Upset and hurt, you walked away, leaving the two of them standing there. From that day on, she would always ask about him, despite being in a relationship with your ex-crush.
“Hey, be a good friend and give me his number.” She said, smiling as she thought about him.
She looked at you, anger flashing in her eyes as she spoke. “Why the fuck not?”
“I don’t want you around him. You already have a boyfriend so fuck off."
"You’re seriously still upset about that? It’s not like you had a chance with him anyways.” She laughed as she twisted strands of her hair.
“If you weren’t such a slut and didn’t throw yourself at him, then maybe I would have.” You raised your voice. “You’re a fucking bitch."
"Please, enlighten me."
"You knew I liked him. You fucking knew. Yet, you still confessed to him.” Your voice began to broke as tears streamed down your cheeks. “How dare you?"
Her eyes trailed to the figure approaching behind you. Taehyung. She began hitting her wrist on the table, making sure to injure herself. The moment Taehyung came to your side, she fake burst into tears as she began screaming in pain.
"How could you do this to me after all I’ve done for you?” She shook her head in disbelief as she began to pack her things and leave.
From that day on, Taehyung stopped hanging out with you and instead, found himself at home with her. All you could do was standby and watch as they fell in love, or in her case, fucked him until he thought he was in love. Heartbroken, lost and confused, you graduated alone, with no one there by your side. Every bit of confidence flowed out of your body when you passed by them in the hallway, watching his lips come in contact with her cheek as she smirked at you. Your heart shattered into fine powder as his lips would mingle with hers, his hands wrapping around her tiny waist as she ran her fingers through his hair. God it hurt, and she made sure to rub salt in your wound.
You let out a pained sigh, tears unknowingly welling up in your eyes as the vivid flashbacks came to an end. You fiddled with the hem of your dress, frowning at the memories that you locked away for so long. Your memories may have slightly faded, but your feelings for him never did.
“If anyone has any objections towards this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Looking up, your gaze connected with Taehyung once more. His stare pierced your soul and look as though he wanted you to speak up. But you didn’t. You merely watched with tears in your eyes as they exchanged rings, lips locking momentarily after. He looked at you once more, but all you did was give him a pained smile. He’ll be happier this way, even if you weren’t. Standing up, you clapped for them as they walked down the aisle, red rose petals lying on the ground. Purposely walking slowly, he kept his arm tangled with hers as he faced forward, fake smile plastered on his face as he spoke loud enough for you and only you to hear.
“I loved you."
A single tear escaped your eyes as you smiled. "I still love you.”