LET ME START OFF BY SAYING- This comic isn’t mine! It was made by @simple-pianist. All did was dub it… (with my shit voice acting-)
EDIT: I JUST REALIZED I SOUND SO DAMN BRITISH IN THE 4th panel, hELP
anD IN THE 5th iT SOUNDS LIKE PATRYK IS USING A ‘DUMB VOICE’ LIKE MOCKERY, WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!
EDIT: GUYS, REMEMBER IF YOU LIKE AND OR/REBLOG THIS, DO IT WITH THE ORIGINAL AS WELL! THIS ONE CURRENTLY HAS MORE NOTES THAN THE ORIGINAL AND AS MUCH AS I APPRECIATE THAT, I FEEL BAD! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LIKE AND/OR REBLOG THE ORIGINAL? THANKS!
(y/n) is part of the supernatural cast and also good friends with Asa. But on the after show party of the movie awards they start to make out and when Jensen catches them he can’t stop teasing (y/n) about it.
Being part of the supernatural cast involved uncountable minutes of fooling around, laughing until you got a stomachache and - for me since I was the youngest cast member - enduring the endless teasing about being single among married co-actors.
Apart from that it also involved loads of interviews, conventions, invitations to movie awards and even more interviews.
Standing on the red carpet and having microphones right in front of my nose was now part of my daily life and I’ve never thought that I would get used to these large gatherings of people so quickly.
However, I loved going to movie awards, not only because of the interviews or the fans which I loved so much but also because of meeting other actors, either new ones or old friends.
The category of “old friends” consisted of Asa Butterfield, for example, who I’ve known since god knows when but I don’t see him a lot due to the fact that he lived on the other side of the earth. So, I was always more than happy to meet him again after long periods of only texting and speaking to each other on the phone.
Today was one of these rare days where I got to see him at the movie awards. I have walked over the red carpet with my co-actors from supernatural and answered a lot of questions before going inside the huge building, my eyes constantly looking for Asa.
“Maybe you will finally get a date tonight. I mean the after show party is a great opportunity to find that special someone.”, I heard Jensen say but I just rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure… I doubt that this will ever happen.”, I murmured while I watched Jared and Genevieve sharing a brief kiss, hoping that someday I will find someone who loves me this much.
“I think she already found one.”, Misha appeared behind us giving me a cheeky smile. I looked up to him, my eyebrows narrowed before asking, “Where have you been the last months? Didn’t you-” “Hey, (y/n), look! It’s Asa, isn’t it?”, Jensen interrupted me loudly, making me push him away slightly and leaning in to see from his spot. “WHAT? Where is he?”, I asked instantly, my gaze wandering through the big hall.
“I’m just kidding.”, he laughed and Misha joined in. “Oh, I forgot how funny you were!”, I said sarcastically, shaking my head while Jensen and Misha were still laughing.
The next two hours involved actors getting their awards followed by their speeches and, of course, I was proud to say that we were be able to go up on the stage getting another award for our amazing tv show.
After that, we all went to the after show party and I was still looking for Asa, asking myself how it was possible to miss him all time. Jared and Jensen had already seen him from distance, so he was definitely here.
When I noticed that I got a message I looked down at my display which revealed a message from Asa: “I’ve been trying to talk to you the whole evening! Where are you? I can’t find you!” I smiled to myself while I answered him: “I’m in the back of the room where the couches are.”
Only few minutes passed before Asa was standing in front of me, a huge smile on his face. “Hey, guys. Do you mind me borrowing (y/n)?”, he laughed and I looked at my friends who only grinned at me. “It’s fine. But don’t do anything naughty.”, Misha said making everyone laugh but I just rolled my eyes again, a smile on my lips.
When I stood up the first thing I did was hugging Asa as tightly as I could, trying not to think about our last hug which lagged too far behind. I took in his scent and tried to memorize it while his arms hold me near him. “(y/n), I missed you so much…”, he sighed quietly, his lips touching my ears slightly making me blush and wanting to be in his arms forever.
“I missed you, too, Asa.”, I whispered before I loosened the hug, noticing everyone’s stares. “Let’s go, I’ll buy you a drink.”, he offered, leading me to the bar but I didn’t miss Jensen winking at us.
Asa and I sat down at the bar, talking, drinking, occasionally touching. I couldn’t help but think about how much I appreciated his company. I loved talking to him or simply listening to his voice since it always made me calm down.
“How long are you going to stay here?”, I wanted to know, hoping that this wouldn’t be our only encounter.
“Two weeks… or 17 days to be exact. Don’t worry (y/n), we’ll have enough time to spend together.”
“I love your shirt, by the way.”, I mentioned after a few seconds of silence, my hand brushing over the soft, gray fabric.
I watched his eyes roaming over my body while he stuttered some words. I gave him a smile as he looked into my eyes again. “I want to say something nice about your dress… but the only thing on my mind is taking it off of you.”, he mumbled, his fingers running through his hair nervously. I felt my face heating up while an awkward silences lingered between us.
“That wasn’t an appropriate thing to say.”, he chuckled, looking everywhere but at me and since I still didn’t know what to reply I just said the first thing that came into my mind, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable around me. “It’s okay.”
His head shot up, his incredible blue eyes looking right into mine.
There was silence again, a tension forming between us and the next thing I remembered was having his soft lips on mine.
I didn’t really know what was happening and I closed my eyes, going by instinct and letting it happen - a decision I would never regret even though I had thought that the main reason for this was the influence of alcohol.
My hands wandered up to his neck while our lips moved in perfect synchronisation. And when I felt his hands grabbing my waist to pull me closer and his tongue licking over my lips, I realised that kissing him was really addictive and I wouldn’t be able to stop.
But after a while he pulled back abruptly, looking at me frantically. “Oh my god… What am I doing? I’m so sorry. I’m ruining everything!”, he panicked, pushing himself away from me and taking his warmth with him. “I think I should go.”, he mumbled, avoiding eye contact and starting leave. “No, Asa! Wait!”, I said loudly, trying to grab his sleeve but he left too quickly, vanishing between the crowd.
But then, right before me, Jensen appeared with a huge smirk on his face. “Looks like you got yourself a boyfriend.”, he chuckled, “Tell me, (y/n), what did you feel while kissing Asa?”, he asked, holding his fist in front of my face as if he was holding a microphone.
“Is this important now?”, I wanted to know, clearly showing him my annoyance. “Of course it is! Asa is a possible future husband, now.”, he insisted but I rolled my eyes. Leaving me after kissing me isn’t exactly what a future husband would do.
“He’s not me fiance.”, I reminded him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “I know, I know. But he could be… in a few years.”, he suggested with a big grin on his lips. “Yeah, sure. Thank god he doesn’t live on the other side of the world.”, I mumbled sarcastically and started to leave. “Where are you going?”, Jensen wanted to know, before I answered, “To the hotel, I’m not in the mood for a party anymore.”
The whole evening the only thing on my mind was Asa kissing me and then leaving like a coward.
The next morning I woke up to a quick, loud knock on my door. I stood up, running my hands through my hair before opening the door. I saw Asa standing there with his hands in his pockets, a nervous smile on his lips.
“How did you know what my room number is?”, I wanted to know when I let him step inside. “Jensen told me.”, he replied quietly, awkwardly standing in the center of my room.
When I stepped in front of him, my arms crossed, I waited for him to say something.
“You’re angry, I get that. And I’m sorry.”, he started, his hands reaching out to touch my arms. His touch sent warmth through my whole body making me want to be closer to him.
“I thought… yesterday… you know, the kiss.”, he continued, stuttering, “I was a bit drunk but kissing you… it made me want to kiss you again. Forever. And only you.”
I stopped breathing while his hand wandered up to cup my face. “I think I fell in love with you… at some point… I don’t know… I like you so much and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same, but…”, he admitted and stopped, looking at me and waiting for any reaction.
But I didn’t know what to do. Neither did I know what to say. “I know that there is a whole ocean between us, being one big reason to shove this feelings away. But I can’t, I tried and I can’t. I want to be with you…”, he finished, scratching his neck and making me blush.
“Can you please say something? Anything, please!”, he mumbled nervously, licking over his dry lips.
I just stepped forward, my hands grabbing his coller and pulling him down to press my lips onto his. Letting out a deep sigh, he kissed me back slowly as his hands found their way to my hips. “I don’t mind crossing the ocean so often.”, I whispered against his lips, making him smile.
“I’m really glad Jensen called me yesterday.”, he said quietly with a grin on his face, earning a confused expression from me.
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89 day challenge: Things I love about Morita Takahiro/Reasons why I love Morita Takahiro
Day 18. I love Taka or rather… Jedi Taka (xD) for his crazy pattern of spinning that awesome red microphone, throwing it into air and never failing to catch it so absolutely perfectly. Adds up his sexiness and awesomeness and freakishness and rocker-ness and i dunno makes him just IRREPLACEABLE!!! *o*
it’s written in your bones (you’re meant for something more)
a stydia band au because i am trash
She presses her red lips against the microphone and lets out a long, low wail that pierces straight through his heart. It bypasses all logical reasoning, all of Scott’s insistences that they need to put more thought into this album than the last because this is it, this is the one where they’re gonna make it big, and it settles right there behind his ribcage and refuses to budge. He can feel himself buzzing with the rightness of it all.
“She’s the one,” Stiles declares, unable to tear his eyes away from the stage and the girl who is commanding it like she was born to be there. “She’s your featured artist.”
Scott lowers his beer and blinks from the girl on the stage to Stiles and back again. He says something that Stiles doesn’t catch and then, after an exasperated hand movement, he says loudly, “Her?”
Stiles leans over so their heads are closer together and exclaims, “Yes, her! Do you not have ears? Can you not hear that fucking angelic voice - no, it’s not angelic, it’s like… it’s like a siren song, listen to that emotion, Jesus, she sounds like she’s about to tear a vocal chord she’s putting so much into it!”
If he could turn his head to check, he’s pretty sure he’d find Scott smirking. “You want her for her voice, right? Because she’s talented - not because you’ve had a crush on her since her first single?”
“I’ve had a crush on her since she was on YouTube, Scott, you know this.”
“How could I forget,” he deadpans.
The song ends, and Stiles’s ears are ringing. His foot is still tapping in time to the rhythm on the bottom of the stool he’s sitting on, at the back of this very exclusive ‘intimate’ VIP concert that he very legally managed to procure tickets for.
Scott is studying him closely, waiting for him to crack. “Do you think she’s right for us? We’ve got sort of… a different sound.”
Stiles shrugs restlessly. “It’ll work. I can hear it, I swear. She’s the one.”
Across the room, Lydia Martin takes a bow, grinning graciously at the adoring fans crowded at the front of the stage and screaming her name. Every fibre of Stiles’s being itches to be up there, reaching across the barricade for her hand, begging for just a momentary acknowledgement from her.
He kicks the stool a little harder and drums his fingers against his glass, tearing his eyes away as she turns with a flourish and disappears backstage.
Scott downs the rest of his beer in one gulp. “Okay. So how do we ask her?”
“We get our people to talk to her people. Isn’t that how things work in this business?”
“Hearing you refer to it as ‘this business’ makes it sound way more official than it is.”
“We have an album! We are true artists, we are in this business,” Stiles says, offended.
Scott ignores him. “I don’t think Derek’s going to like it.”
“Derek doesn’t like anything.” Stiles pouts.
Scott laughs, and Stiles starts to laugh, too, but then Lydia appears from a backstage door, and she’s heading straight for them, and Stiles’s entire world narrows to the beat of her heels on the concrete floor.
Her strawberry blonde curls are bouncing with every step, and her green eyes are striking, lined in black and looking sharp enough to cut Stiles into ribbons, if only they’d land on him -
He raises a hand in a cheery wave, which is possibly the lamest thing he’s ever done. And Stiles has done plenty of lame things before. “Hey, Lydia! You look -”
She brushes straight past him, unflinching, and continues on to the bar.
“- Like you’re gonna ignore me.” Stiles deflates.
God, that was so bad he hopes that her level of indifference was so great she didn’t actually register his presence at all. Better to be unnoticed than to be remembered as the guy who waved at Lydia Martin.
Seriously, what was he thinking? Maybe he isn’t prepared to collaborate with her; If he’s embarrassing himself like this now just imagine what damage he can do if they ever actually get to the stage where they have to have a conversation.
His horror must be playing out across his face, because Scott laughs and tries very poorly to hide it, like any decent best friend. “Yeah, getting Derek to talk to her manager might be more effective than that.”
Pretty much just Baekhyun in a mental asylum and you’re lucky enough to get him as your patient. P.s slight turn around at the end alright bye
Patient No: 6452
Name: Byun Baekhyun
Reason For Stay: Mentally Insane, Erotomania, Just a complete jerk in general
This was new. A patient and a good looking one at that. Erotomania? If you walked past this guy, you wouldn’t even notice anything different about him. Looking closely and it would be almost obvious to others. The look of lust was most definite when he looked at girls which made you wonder why the board had put you on his case. His face was always contorted in a seductive look, hoping to lure in someone, anyone. This was the first case you had ever seen of Erotomania. What was it? Well, it’s the thought that anyone, even a complete stranger is madly in love with them. The patient usually wouldn’t want anything to do with them but this one, Baekhyun, was very different. It was as if he craved the love. Definitely unusual.
“Baekhyun? Can you hear me?” Speaking through the microphone, the red-headed boy perked up and stared at the one-way glass. “Loud and clear, cutie.” He tried flirting back at you.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
“I’m too handsome for this world. Everyone wants me.”
Oh lord, he’s cocky about it too?
“Baekhyun-” “I love the way you say my name. I can’t even see you but I know that you’re a looker. You don’t have a boyfriend, do you? Well, honey, I can easily fill that spot for you. How about you come into my lonely room and we can have a little bit of fun?”
This boy was definitely out of his mind. He was right about you being single but that was not the point.
“As I was saying, you are here so that you can be treated of your..problem.” Murmuring the last word, you scribble down some notes about his behavior and the smallest of things that he would do. “But miss, I don’t have a problem. Everyone just wants a piece of me! I can’t help but just give it to them, ya know?” At this point, Baekhyun had stood up and gone straight to the glass, putting his hand on it. “I bet that you do, don’t you?” He whispers as if someone could hear him but in reality, it was only you in the room, listening to his words and observing him as if he was a dangerous animal.
Baekhyun’s hand stayed on the glass and his eyes somehow looked at yours. “Sweetie, won’t you tell me your name? If you do, maybe I might tell you about my problems?” Baekhyun bargained, tilting his head to the side. His problems? For your name? Well, it was against the protocol but, what would be the harm of simply calling you by tag?
“Mirah. That’s my name.”
“Bullshit. How about you try again or I might just stay quiet for the remainder of our session.” Baekhyun chuckled, catching onto you lie as if it was nothing. “Fine, my name is Y/n. Are you happy? Can you tell me about your problems now?” Getting restless, you calm yourself down by taking in a breath and letting it out. Baekhyun bends down, your bodies practically touching, if not for the glass. He nods and ushers you closer. For some unknown reason, you had actually moved towards the devilish-looking boy.
“You have to put your hand on mine, Y/n.” Baekhyun started laughing, showing off his box-smile. You grumbled in return, but put your small hand on his nonetheless. Almost as soon as you did, Baekhyun’s face softened into something more peaceful and no trace of the cocky little bastard remained. “I didn’t want to be like this, Y/n. Mother said that everyone loved me. They wanted to fuck me. She drilled it into my mind, day and night. I thought that it was normal, to be like that. Like I was a being that everyone just wanted to have a piece of.” Baekhyun’s eyes closed. “Miss Y/n, please tell me that I’m not crazy.”
This was ridiculous. How would that work? Was this kid trying to play with your mind or something? It wasn’t going to work, though. You weren’t an idiot. You knew that patients would give you a sappy backstory so that they would be set free. Some other doctors did, but your heart knew of the lies and all the bullshit that came out of their mouth. Baekhyun was a different case. Although his voice and especially his lips just drew you in. But you weren’t going to let him off that easily. Bad luck, Baekhyun.
“Baekhyun, I would do that if you would tell me the truth and I treat you properly. Please, tell me your real problems. No-one can hear you, Just me.” You tried to persuade the boy. Baekhyun looked back into your eyes and his face was quite sad looking. “I want to but, would you please come in? I want to see you and I can’t just keep staring at myself all this time. Please? Won’t you come in? For me?” He asked, his hand finally off the cold glass. Before you could reply, a beep from your room had alerted you, telling you that the session was now over. Getting up off your seat, you fix your lab coat and speak into the microphone for the last time.
“I’m getting you out soon, honey. Just be a good little boy for me until then. Mommy doesn’t want others to take you away from her okay? Be a good boy for Mother.”