After his curtain call message, Takato says there’s something he definitely wants to do with everyone!
Takato: It’s not the nukunaru! Nee Kuro… can we do the chant? Shouri: Guess we have to! All right, everyone! Bishin: Everyone, all together! Repeat after Kuroo and say it together with us! Everyone in the live-viewing theaters too!
Jeongguk seems to be in such a good mood!! He must be really happy and relieved to be finally graduating and leave school and fully concentrate on his career now :’)
its a once in a lifetime thing
so I hope he enjoys his graduation with a big smile on his face and leaves that place with only good memories ;; ♡
Reaction when during concert their little child run up on star with tears and saying something like"daddy this song is beatiful,you sing perfect" and starts crying and hugging him and all ARMYS make one sound like “owwwh cute” and kid gets shy🙈
So I’ve decided to just come up with Korean names for each of their kids. I feel like that makes it a little more personalized, rather than just putting Y/K/N. Also, my name is Sarah. I’m American and only know a small amount of Korean, so if I screw up these names somehow…I am so sorry and please politely correct me lol. Enjoy!
I kind of wonder if Taehyung picked those names for his future children because Taekwon sounds like Tae Kwon Do…Taekwon literally means “kick hand”
You were having trouble controlling your three year old, Taekwon, as he toddled around backstage, huge red earphones covering his ears from the noise of the concert. You brought him with often to BTS concerts, because he enjoyed being able to watch his dad, his uncles, and look at all the bright lights. Although normally, he wasn’t this nuts. Jimin’s wife must’ve given Taekwon a Popsicle or something earlier that day, because your kid was bouncing off the walls.
Whenever they preformed Spring Day, it would get everyone onstage emotional. Taekwon knew his dad’s voice - and would always ask you to pick him up and point out Taehyung singing his part in Spring Day. This time was no different, because your baby tugged on your pant leg and threw his arms up.
“Where daddy?” Taekwon asks in his baby voice, his hands gesturing out and his shoulders shrugging. You smile and point at the figure across the stage. Taekwon looks, struggles in your arms before you put him down and turn to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the floor.
As you’re digging in the ice for a cold bottle, you hear a huge chorus of “aww”’s coming from the stage, and the boys laughing. Securing yourself a water bottle and turning around, you glance up and notice that your son is not where you left him - and has run out onto the stage into his dad’s arms. You watched with a hand covering your mouth as Taehyung crouches to catch his son and hoists him up on his hip.
“Your singing is nice!” You hear your son say loudly into Taehyung’s microphone, and laughter rumbles throughout the arena.
“Thanks, buddy. Can you sing a song for us?” Taehyung asks, expecting his son to blurt out the words to Spring Day, but Taekwon begins to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star instead, which makes the entire arena resound with sounds of adoration.
Twins. You and Suga never expected them in the first place, and it’s been a wild four years with them. Their birthday was soon, and you still remember the day they were born - Min Yoon-Shik first then Min Gi-Dae second.
The twins became more like their dad everyday, and you’d find the sisters singing along to all of BTS’ songs, and would try their hardest to rap alongside their dad in each song. They’d even try to learn the choreography - and while Suga wasn’t all that bad, the girls seemed to have gotten your side of the family: because there wasn’t a dancing bone in your body.
It was BTS’ last concert before they ended their latest tour, and you had decided to take the girls to this one to watch their dad preform. To say the least, the twins were extremely excited and kept their eyes focused on Suga the entire time. They even began copying his lyrics as he rapped them.
At the end of the concert, the boys sang Spring Day and had rose petals raining down on them, and the twins thought it was hilarious. Yoongi looked over to the side of the stage and an instant smile grew on his face at the sight of his baby girls, and he ushered the twins to come out on stage. Yoon-Shik and Gi-Dae looked at each other, then back at you for permission, then ran off onto the bright stage towards their dad.
“Can you teach us the dances for the songs?” Gi-Dae asked as Yoongi hoisted both her and her sister up in each arm. The entire arena sighed in awe, the other boys laughing at how cute Yoongi’s twins were.
“Ask Uncle Hobi for that,” Suga laughed jokingly, then kissed his daughters cheeks before setting them down. “Run along, I’ll see you in a few minutes loves.” He said aloud, before gently giving them little pats on their backs before turning around and thanking ARMY.
Jihyun was just like his father.
It wasn’t even funny - you swear you had no part in making your son because Jihyun was a spitting image of Jimin. It’s as if someone put Jimin in the copier and spit out Jihyun - all the same features and personality, just a different name, and much younger.
Jimin would often times take Jihyun to the studio because the five-year old loved watching the dance practices. Towards the end, Jimin would grab his son and teach him the moves - and his son would execute them almost perfectly. He was gifted, just like Jimin, and everyone saw it.
“Jihyun, stay here.” You said to your son, who was standing in the middle of the exit to the stage, watching his dad and uncles jump around as they began I Need U. Jihyun didn’t acknowledge your words, but tried his hardest to keep up with the minimal choreography he knew. It was adorable watching him spin around and trip over his feet - but he was better than any other five year old dancer you’ve seen (okay, maybe you were a little biased).
You didn’t realize it until you looked over on the TV screen to see your son just off to the left of the stage, visible to ARMY but behind the boys. Jihyun didn’t notice that he had veered too far onto the stage, and was too busy twirling around and singing along to I Need U to hear the ARMYs cooing.
You watched Jimin spin around when the song was done and lock his eyes on his son, immediately bursting into laughter and walking briskly over to Jihyun.
“Jihyun, you’re giving everyone a show!” Jimin laughed, scooping up his son and bringing him to the front. The five year old looked miraculously at his father but began to enjoy being on stage with his uncles, who all came over and ruffled his hair.
“I’m gonna be like you one day,” Jihyun said with a bright smile while looking up at his dad. Jimin threw his head back in laughter and appreciation while the ARMYs in the crowd continued to awe.
“I’m sure you will be, bud.”
Just like that - Hokyong was out of your sight and ran right into her dad’s arms. The two year old was the most excitable, energetic kid you had ever come to know, but you’d never trade that for the world.
When Hokyong saw her dad, she would never hesitate to run over and hug him. It was just Hokyong’s thing - she’d laugh and toddle towards Hoseok with a big, toothy grin on her face. Your husband would just laugh right with her and cuddle his daughter in his arms.
“Look who has joined us today!” J-Hope said brightly into the microphone, glancing at his baby girl as she peered around with her hand stuck in her mouth. “Can you wave, Hokyong?” Her dad said, gently prying the hand out of the baby girl’s mouth.
Hokyong looked out into the crowd then shyly buried her face into her daddy’s shoulder, earning a huge, booming sound of adoration from the fans. The boys just laughed, Jimin coming over and patting your daughter’s back before looking back at you and shooting a thumbs up. You stood at the curtain watching, getting emotional at how perfect your little family was.
“Alright, baby. We have to finish the show, say bye-bye!” J-Hope said, putting the toddler down and grabbing her hand. Hokyong waved to the crowd before J-Hope walked her back to the side of the stage, kissing your lips before handing the baby back to you.
“My perfect girls,” he said, winking, before hoping back to his spot on stage and beginning BS&T.
Your’s and Jungkook’s daughter had just turned a year old. She’d just began walking as well, and you decided to bring her to the last concert of the tour to celebrate her birthday with all the boys afterwards.
Jungmee was extremely intelligent, but very quiet and reserved. The baby girl had been a daddy’s girl from the beginning - always reaching for Jungkook when she was upset or wanted to be held. It was no surprise that Jungkook was the best dad in the world: he admitted he was nervous at first but seeing him with your baby girl was heart melting.
You sat with your daughter in your lap`as she stared out onto the stage, and from time to time, Jungkook would glance over and wave at you and Jungmee - winking and making silly faces. Finally, towards the end of the concert, you could tell your baby was getting tired. She was crabby, crying and struggling to get out of your arms, but whining when you but her down.
When you put her down on the floor for what must’ve been the 100th time, you hoped she would somehow fall asleep despite the music echoing around the arena. Jungmee was sobbing now, screaming incoherent words as she had a tantrum right then and there. You sighed and over the course of 15 minutes, you picked her up and rocked her, tried to console her with a bottle and then resorted to just swaying back and forth with her in your arms as she screamed.
Jungkook must’ve noticed, and had watched you struggle to keep Jungmee calm. With a smile playing on his lips, he jogs over and stands in front of you, placing his hands under the arms of your daughter before taking Jungmee into his arms. She stops screaming, of course, but still hiccups as leftover tears roll down her cheeks.
“W-what are you doing?” You stammered.
“I want everyone to sing her happy birthday. It was going to be at the end of the concert, but it looks as if you could use a break..” He said, giving you a little smile as he walked back off onto the stage, looking adorable as he held Jungmee in one arm.
“It’s Jeon Jungmee’s birthday…I think we should sing happy birthday, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, bouncing the now happy, tearless baby girl. The entire arena erupted, singing happy birthday to your little girl. By the time Jungkook came over and handed her back to you with a kiss on the cheek, Jungmee smiled as she drifted off as you held her against your shoulder.
Namsang was the sweetest baby girl on the earth - except when she threw The Tantrum. Your baby girl wasn’t spoiled - not by you at least, since Namjoon always decided to bring the three year old little presents and toys home - but when Namsang pulled The Tantrum, all hell broke loose.
So the little girl decided to pull The Tantrum at the worst time possible - just as Namjoon kissed both of you and ran out on stage with the boys. Namsang reached out after him as he hopped away, her lip curling into a pout as she began to cry. As the boys were jumping around and dancing to their opening song on stage, you turned your back and tried to bounce your daughter into calming down.
Namsang began to kick and try to pull away, and after 10 minutes of fighting her, you set her down. You sat down in the chair beside the stage and rubbed your hand over your face, already all of your energy spent. This is what was bad about bringing a three year old to a three hour long concert - you never knew what would set off another screaming-fest.
When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t even realize your daughter was gone from your sight. You were just relieved that the screaming stopped - and then noticed that something was missing. Frantically, you searched around, behind curtains, under tables and in the surrounding rooms, until you heard Namjoon talking on stage.
“Namsang! Come here,” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to the CCTV streaming the concert. The camera was pointed at Namjoon with his arms wide open, crouching down to catch his daughter in his arms. Namsang ran into her dad’s arms, earning louds screams from the fans.
“Aw, baby girl, what are you upset about?” Namjoon asks, wiping the tears from your daughter’s face with a small chuckle, picking her up and holding her close.
“I didn’t w-want you to leave, daddy.” Namsang said, sniffling. The other boys covered their mouths to hide their laughter while Namjoon just turned his head and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. But you’re here now, right? You don’t have to worry, baby.”
There wasn’t a time in your house that nobody was singing. Someone always had a song stuck in their head, and your four year old, Jinhee, was no exception.
Seokjin was constantly teaching her the lyrics to various BTS songs, and she always begged to attend every concert her dad performed at. She loved singing along to I Need U, and Spring Day. Jinhee tried to dance to Not Today, but when she’d trip over her feet, Seokjin would tell her to keep trying her hardest.
Another thing Jinhee did was get emotional. At four years old, you would think she didn’t understand anything her dad and uncles were singing about, but oh man, she did. The little girl would ask what was wrong and why the people they were singing about were leaving in Spring Day.
You had left Jinhee standing at the entrance to the stage while you left to grab a snack from the waiting room. She was usually very obedient, and would listen to you when you told her to stay there. Although, when you walked back Jinhee was not where you had left her. You dropped the fruit snack you had snagged for her and immediately looked out on stage - and saw her running behind all the boys and heading straight for her dad.
“Daddy!” She hiccuped, and there were tears that ran down her cheeks. Seokjin turned around, eyes going wide at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him. He crouched down and held Jinhee in his arms, and you saw him wiping away her tears as he began to talk to her.
“Hey, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.
“I-I, the song is sad,” Jinhee cried, burying her face in her dad’s shoulder. Jin closed his eyes and laughed, picking her up and facing the crowd. The entire stadium was a mixture of laughing and cooing, and Jin waved before heading back to the side of the stage to put Jinhee down by you.
“Don’t cry, okay? I love you, stay with mommy.” Seokjin said, kissing his daughter’s forehead before looking at you with a small smile.
Do you think Neil has a binder (solely) for Andrew (and him) and one for his Foxes? What's inside the binder(s)? And ohh btw I just simply love your hc about the photos ((and i want more bec i love you and your hcs so much))
thanks bb <3
(neil only got the binders because he can’t cover every spare inch of the walls of their apartments in photos and articles - even he recognises that it would make it look like a serial stalker’s den. yes, andrew’s slightly judgmental expression did help him to reach that conclusion)
anyway, a list of some of the contents of neil’s post-graduation binders:
every photograph and article about kevin day neil can get his hands on - and there’s a lot of them. kevin holding trophies, kevin with his teams, kevin and thea in elegant clothes at big events, kevin smiling in a way that starts fake but gets more real as the years pass. kevin, alive. kevin, victorious. kevin with everything that riko tried to take from him. (enough of them that andrew made a dry comment or two about neil at least being predictable in his obsessions) (he’s quietly satisfied by the progression, too)
articles on robin, as both a fox and afterwards, concrete proof of neil’s work as a captain and andrew’s…something neil isn’t quite sure of sometimes, still. photos of her standing tall and proud, no trace of the mousey child who was nearly too afraid to be a fox
a collection of postcards addressed to them both in renee’s neat hand - pictures of mountain ranges and jungles and forests and deserts and cityscapes, ones that still make neil think about a different kind of travel than the frightened bolt he and his mother did across half the planet all those years ago with that vague kind of longing for something different
the entire photographic coverage of allison’s first fashion show (neil was there, which meant andrew was there. unsurprisingly, andrew ‘i wear designer clothes’ minyard found it more interesting than neil ‘the height of fashion is my partner’s oversized hoodie and these jeans that i’ve had for ten years’ josten)
a heavy piece of cream card inviting neil and andrew to the wedding of nicholas hemmick and erik klose (they went. neil had never seen nicky happier)
a picture of matt and neil hugging on the court after eschewing the more normal post-game handshake, wearing different colours and smiles
articles following dan’s career, from her first teams through to the foxes, including photos of her familiarly disapproving and determined and delighted expression on the sidelines or amongst her players
a collection of photos taken by various foxes at their ‘reunions’ - matt and dan curled in the same armchair, dan laughing because she’s getting squashed. renee braiding allison’s hair, her face all careful concentration, while allison sits on the floor between her knees drinking wine. aaron and kevin arguing, for old time’s sake. nicky and andrew making drinks while erik watches on in the background. all of them together in one mess, no one looking the right way, someone’s eyes closed, someone laughing a little bit too hard - perfect
a singular photo of jean moreau, helmet under his arm as he looks down at jeremy knox, the man he followed through the professional leagues post-college. he’s smiling in it, grey eyes crinkled in the corners. (neil can’t quite explain why he kept it - he doesn’t look at it much. when he does, he remembers)
a collection of articles about andrew on the court, from his first year pro all the way through. articles that still call him dangerous, but mean it in relation to the scoring percentages of his opposition. photos of him stretched out in goal, immortalised in brutal determination, beside total strangers calling him talented, even calling him revolutionary because of his style of play
more articles about andrew, off of the court - andrew as an icon, flat-faced beside LGBT campaigners for sports, speaking bluntly and truthfully and tactlessly at events as an invited guest.
andrew, whose thesis on the treatment of mentally ill juveniles in the justice system was publicised by a psu student, who stared at everyone who questioned him about it in a way that unmistakably said i meant what i wrote
andrew, the survivor, who donates so much of his salary to a variety of causes, who did before anyone knew and who continued after it became public like he didn’t give a fuck because he didn’t
photos of the andrew that belong to neil, ones that make andrew curl his lip if neil pins them up - he and his brother standing shoulder to shoulder at the reception of aaron’s wedding, caught on camera by the official photographer in a very rare moment of understanding. him bathed in the light of a sunset on their balcony, all golden. he and neil together wearing red, white and blue in the locker room of a foreign stadium, ready to walk on the court for their country. him on the couch, asleep on his belly with one of the cats curled up in the cup of his lower back
(neil doesn’t mean to document his own history, only theirs - it happens by accident. there’s a photo of him beside kevin, medals around both of their necks at a world cup final. a photo him in the audience of an event where andrew is on the stage, photographed looking up from the crowd with a slight smile on his face included in an article on andrew. one from a reunion, taken from behind him and andrew with the sun turning them to silhouettes, including where their hands are curled together between them. a headshot of him from a where are they now-style article on the first ncaa champion fox team, scars on display and stare as bright and challenging as ever - still alive)
Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.
A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X
You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.
Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.
After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.
Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.
“Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.
“Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”
“I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.
“You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”
“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.
“Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”
“Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.
“So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”
“Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”
“Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”
“Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.
“Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.
“I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”
“Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.
“Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”
“Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”
“You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”
“Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.
“Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”
“Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”
“Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”
“Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.
“Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”
Summary: After Tom’s win at the award show, you decide
to surprise him with some fun in the hotel room.
Characters: Reader x Tom Holland
Warnings: Smut, cursing, NSFW
Word Count: 1,544
A/N: NSFW! Only read if you’re 18+! This is my first
time writing something like this, so be nice. I’m also not experienced at all,
so please no hard critics or anything. I am terrified to post this in the first
place. Just no negative words, please.
You were excited for your boyfriend, Tom, who just won
the BAFTA Rising Star award. You recalled the long days of just sitting at a
computer for a few hours to vote for him over and over. He wanted this award so
badly. You couldn’t help but smile as he accepted his award on stage. You
looked over to your right and saw his mom beaming with joy as she admired her
son from afar.
You knew that at the end of the night there was going
to be a lot of press interviews and the after party. However, after parties weren’t
your thing and you knew that Tom’s mom and Harrison would be there to watch out
for him as he would drink the night away. When Tom was done with the press
interviews, he returned to his seat next to you with his award. You immediately
kissed him on his lips and congratulated him on his win. He passed the award to
you and you looked at it with his name freshly engraved at the bottom.
requested: “Can you do an imagine where you visit Shawn on tour and fall asleep in his arms on the tour bus. He never falls asleep so when you wake you pretend to be sleeping because shawn is talking to Geoff and Andrew about how he sees spending the future with you and just how much he loves you. I don’t know if this makes sense but you are an incredible writer!!“
authors note: this one is sooo cute and i loved writing it! thank you for the compliment anon, and also for this adorable request :)
The fabric from Shawn’s sweatshirt rubbed against your cheek, as you lay on his chest, eyes closed. You were terribly tired, and a nap was something you were thinking about all day. You didn’t think Shawn would get to nap with you considering how busy he was with everything, but he finally found some down time, so he was here, laying on the couch of his tour bus, slowly falling asleep. Visiting Shawn on tour has been incredibly tiring for you, but also insanely fun. You were traveling, with your best friend, and to top it all off you got to watch him live his dream. It sounded cliche but it was true. You loved seeing him smile on stage, or dance around to his own music as he sang. There was nothing else in the world that made you happier than seeing Shawn’s happiness.
“Your hair is in my mouth.” You heard Shawn whisper, and you picked your head up laughing.
He was holding pieces of your hair in his hand and flashing you that bright smile of his.
“Sorry.” You smiled back and moved your hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. He kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes again. Soon enough you heard little snores coming from Shawn, and you too eventually fell asleep to his breaths.
You opened your eyes to the bright lights in the ceiling, causing you to immediately close them again. Shawn wasn’t with you anymore, and laying on the couch alone wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position, and you could already feel a knot in your neck. You started to get up, when you heard someone say your name. You carefully looked over to see Shawn talking to Andrew and Geoff about you. You played it off, like you were still asleep so you could listen. You hoped Shawn wasn’t complaining or anything of that sort.
“I can honestly see myself with her for the rest of my life. And that’s crazy, I know.” Shawn’s voice and words gave you butterflies. There was something special about your relationship with Shawn and you always knew it. It made you feel better though, knowing that Shawn felt it too. You were both so young but you two had been together for quite some time and he maybe talked to you about marriage once, but that’s it. Listening to him talk about you right now though, just made your face red, and your heart beat.
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself buddy.” Andrew and Geoff were teasing Shawn and laughing, and he laughed too, but he kept talking.
“I know, I know. I just.. ” Shawn was lost in his thoughts and he didn’t finish his sentence, so Andrew finished it for him.
“Love her? You love her? We get it dude. We’re glad that you’re happy.” And you could literally hear the smile in Shawn’s voice.
“Sometimes I feel like my feelings for her are stronger than her feelings more me. I just hope she loves me the way I love her you know?” And that was it for you right there. You sat up on the couch, looking over at Shawn.
“I do baby.” You smiled and shyly looked down after you said it. You felt bad for listening in on their conversation, but you were glad you did.
“Hey, you’re awake?” Shawn’s cheeks were flushed and he was looking at the ground, as if he was embarrassed that you heard him.
“Yeah, sorry. I heard everything.” You laughed and shrugged your shoulders hoping he wouldn’t be mad at you. But it wasn’t your fault you happened to wake up when he was taking about you.
“Don’t be sorry Y/N, now he knows how you feel about him.” Geoff said and playfully punched Shawn on the arm. Andrew raised his eyebrows and started walking out of the room where Geoff followed him. Shawn came over to you and sat down next to you on the couch.
“I probably love you more than you love me. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, which I apologize for.” You started rambling about everything that just went down, but suddenly you were interrupted by Shawn’s mouth on yours. His hands were tangled in your hair and your heart was racing. It was amazing how even after all this time of being with Shawn he still made you nervous at times. Shawn then, pulled away and held your face in his hands, he was looking right at you.
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The voice was unfamiliar so you
ignored it, still mostly passed out anyway from all the alcohol. But
apparently, the person wasn’t going to take the hint because a moment later you
felt a hand gently touching your shoulder. “Hey, wake up. You can’t sleep here,
“Wanna bet?” you murmured and turned
“Oh, let me handle this,” another
voice, this one’s clipped tone all too familiar, snapped, and then someone was
slapping your face and saying into your ear, “Get the hell up, kid, before I
tell Jason to drag your ass out of here.” Jason, your bodyguard, who had
actually forcibly carried you out of places many times before. This wasn’t an
empty threat. You groaned and pried your eyes open, and your bleary gaze landed
on the bottle of Jack beside you. Despite the awful taste in your mouth and the
headache you were starting to feel, you snatched it up and took a swig as you
sat up, tossing a slow grin at the two men standing before you with heavy
disapproval. One was your manager, Kevin, and the other was…a preacher?
That’s when you noticed the morning
light falling in colors through the stained-glass windows, the rows of wooden
pews, the crucifix hanging above you…because you were sprawled out on the altar
of a church sanctuary.
Wow. Wild night.
“What time is it?” you yawned, about
to bring the bottle to your lips again but Kevin seized it from your hands,
shooting you a look.
“Seven AM,” the preacher said. “I
have to start getting ready for service, so if you could kindly—”
“Sure,” you nodded. “I’ll give a
sermon. That’s basically just a rant about how we’re all going to hell, right?
I love reminding people that they’re all damned.”
The preacher gaped at you and your
grin widened, but then your manager caught you by the arm and yanked you
roughly to your feet.
“Excuse us, Preacher,” he apologized
and you winked as Kevin towed you down the aisle and out of the sanctuary. Your
legs were a little wobbly – but after so many years of drinking, you’d built up
a pretty strong tolerance for liquor, and considering how many shots you’d
thrown back last night, you were impressed at your stability. Although your
headache was starting to intensify now.
“So,” you swallowed against the pain
as the two of you made your way out of the church, “what’s the plan for today?
I vote for a day off – oh, I know this little breakfast place that has the best
pancakes you’ve ever eaten—”
“You really think you deserve a
break after your little stunt last week?” Kevin snapped.
Your face hardened at the memory.
“Look, that photographer was a sleazy dick. He kept brushing his hands over
Lucy when he thought no one was looking! That’s disgusting as it is, but she’s
only sixteen! I would punch him again, given the chance.”
“No, you absolutely will not.” You reached
the parking lot, and Kevin waited for you to get into the back of the car before sliding
in behind you himself, as if making sure you didn’t run away. Jason nodded at
you from behind the wheel. “Anyway,” Kevin said briskly as he gestured for
Jason to start driving. “There’s been a change in your schedule.”
“I’m not doing another fan meet, if
that’s what it is, unless you want my head to explode. Migraine,” you clarified
at Kevin’s confusion. You had never minded those events.
He shook his head and handed you his
phone as Jason pulled out of the lot. You glanced down at the screen and found a
video waiting for you, an After School Club
episode from a few days ago.
“What is this?” you asked and when
you looked up, Kevin was grinning at you.
“Just hit play.” So you did.
Mark’s POV – A few hours later
wrinkled his nose, trying not to sneeze as his makeup artist patted the
concealer on his face into place, adding the finishing touches. Beside him,
Jackson and Bambam were also trying and failing to remain still as their hair
was carefully patted into place and their clothes smoothed. It was dark in the
wings of the stage, but only a few feet away, bright light bore down on the
talk show set. He could hear the chattering of the live audience and the
cacophony of the tech crew getting things ready. They were going live in just a
couple of minutes.
“You ready?” Jackson asked as he
came over, picking a piece of lint off Mark’s shirt.
Mark rolled his shoulders and
flashed Jackson his best aegyo smile. “Oh, yeah.” In reality, he was exhausted.
They’d been on their feet for the last sixteen hours, running through airports,
in the studio, doing last minute promos for their upcoming album. They were
lucky they’d even managed to shove some food into themselves in between the
chaos. Once this show was done, they could finally get some rest. Mark was
already half-asleep behind his camera-ready smile.
People were getting into place now.
The host, a loud and amicable man by the stage name of Alex, was settling into
his armchair, and Mark took a final sip of water from the bottle he was
holding, feeling the reflexive nerves tighten his stomach. At least this was
only a short interview, and a laid back one at that. Alex was known to be
pretty chill. It wasn’t like a variety show where they would have to do a lot.
Just talk, and with Jackson and Bambam here with him, Mark wasn’t too worried
about getting tongue-tied.
“Everyone ready?” the head cameraman
called, but it was more of an order than a question. “We’re live in five, four,
three, two…” He gave a thumbs up, and Alex’s face lit up as the cameras rolled.
Here we go, Mark thought.
“Hi guys, welcome back to another
episode of Afternoon With Alex,”
Alex beamed into the camera. The crowd applauded, and Mark handed his water
bottle to a passing PA, clapping Bambam on the shoulder as he came to stand
with him and Jackson. “Today we have three members of a certain group you all
know and love…you could say they usually ‘got 7’ members…” The three of them
groaned but then immediately smiled as they were ushered onto the set, “Here
they are – GOT7’s Jackson, Mark, and Bambam!”
They walked across the stage and
waved to the crowd, bowing to Alex before taking a seat on the plush sofa
resting opposite his armchair, Jackson sitting between Bambam and Mark. The set
was nice – small and spacious, giving it more of a living room feel than a
“Hi boys, how are you?” Alex turned
his thousand-watt smile on them. At their chorus of ‘Good’ he continued, “So,
you have a new album in the works, correct?”
promotions, Mark swallowed a sigh and sat back, letting his friends do all
He’d contented himself to dreaming
about his bed, and it was only when Jackson nudged his shoulder that he snapped
back to attention.
“Mark hyung is the only one,” Bambam
said in response to some question Alex had asked.
“I’m the only…what?” he laughed to
cover up his embarrassment for zoning out.
“The only one who might have plans
for Valentine’s day,” Bambam finished with a naughty smile. Valentine’s Day? Why—
Oh wow. That was today. That’s what
the vase of roses on the coffee table next to them was for. And the pink
balloons hovering behind them. And their red outfits. In the midst of
everything, Mark had forgotten all about the holiday.
“They’re just kidding,” he shook his
head with a laugh. “There’s no one in my life right now.”
Alex raised a brow mischievously.
“That’s not what I heard.”
“You mentioned in an After School Club episode that your
ideal type is Y/N,” Alex prompted.
Ah, there it was. It was Valentine’s
Day, after all, and what decent host wasn’t going to bring up a hot topic like
celebrity romance? “I did,” he smiled bashfully, picturing her. Y/N. An idol
among idols. Her face was on thousands of websites and billboards, on posters
and in magazines, and yet the image of her that came to mind and made him warm
was completely different.
“That was a good episode,” a voice
said from behind, and Mark felt the blood drain from his face as he and the
members jerked their heads around to see—
Y/N. In the flesh. Standing
half-hidden in the wings of the stage. At the sudden attention on her, she
grinned and walked onto the set as the audience went wild. Bambam clapped a
hand over his mouth, Jackson was in hysterics, and Mark…
Mark couldn’t seem to get his heart
three of them watched as she bowed to Alex before coming over to the sofa, and
Jackson half-knocked Bambam onto the floor in his hurry to make room for her.
Laughing, Y/N settled in between Jackson and Mark. There wasn’t much space, so
her bare thigh was pressed flush against his – and that was another thing. As
part of her image, she was almost always dressed in all black, usually jeans
and leather, but today she was in a red dress and tight denim jacket. And Mark
was not unmoved.
“So, unless you’ve been living under
a rock,” Alex addressed the audience, “you’ll know that this lovely young lady
is none other than Y/L/N Y/N, the main rapper and vocalist of the popular girl
group, 7/11.” Another cheer from the crowd, and Alex turned back to her. “Thank
you for joining us today, Y/N.”
“How could I not?” she said with a
sly look at Mark. He could feel his face burning as he ducked his head. Well…he
was wide awake now. He’d figured there was a chance she would see the ASC video,
but he’d never imagined this would be the result.
“Yeah, tell us about your reaction
to finding out that you’re Mark’s type.”
Y/N nodded. “I called Jia, one of
our other members, and I was like, ‘Jia-yah, there’s this cute boy who likes
Mark could feel Jackson looking at him smugly but all he could focus on was
her. She’d called him cute.
“And what did Jia say?” Bambam asked
“She told me to stop drunk-dialing
her.” They all laughed at this, and Mark couldn’t help but marvel at her. This
was the same girl who was as famous for her temper as her charm. Not a month
went by where she wasn’t the front page of some tabloid, busted for a new bar
brawl or gambling or getting wasted in public. The media called her a
catastrophe, but man, did she clean up nice.
Alex was having a great time either
way, apparently. “What’s your ideal
type then?” he asked her. “We already know Mark’s. Jackson likes healthy girls,
and Bambam likes a girl with a pretty smile. What do you look for, Y/N?”
“Oh, a heartbeat, usually.” She
shrugged, pleased at their second round of laughter. “I don’t know, really. I
don’t think I’m girlfriend material, so I don’t give it a lot of thought. And c’mon,
which parents are going to approve of me for their son?”
“Aw, you’re not a bad person,”
Jackson said, and she shot him an amused look.
“I didn’t say I was bad. I’m just
not good. There’s a difference.” Mark watched her carefully cool expression with
“I’m sure that’s true,” Alex said quickly,
clearly hoping to regain control of the conversation before they crossed into
controversial territory. Teenagers loved Y/N’s rebellious, screw-the-rules
attitude, but their parents were less than happy to patronize her and her
group’s music. “Anyway, I was hoping we could end our show with a little
Valentine’s day game.”
Mark plastered a smile on his face to hide his apprehension. A game? Not only
was he going to have to do something most likely embarrassing, but he would
have to do it in front of Y/N. “You all remember the Kiss The Radio event GOT7
did in 2016, yes? The one where the members put on lipstick and kissed Bambam?”
Mark felt his stomach drop. Where
was Alex going with this? They nodded, and he continued. “Right. I was thinking
we could do something similar – the GOT7 members will put on some lipstick
again but instead of Bambam, they’ll give Y/N a kiss and one of these roses,”
he gestures to the vase. “And then she’ll consider of all of you and choose one
member to be her valentine.”
Before Mark could die of horror and
excitement, Y/N raised her hand. “I have a suggestion,” she said, and Alex
nodded in encouragement. “Since the boys have already done this, why don’t we
switch it up a bit? I’ll give them a
kiss and a flower, and they can decide amongst themselves who will be my valentine.
Maybe rock, paper, scissors or something,” she chuckled.
“Oh, I like it!” he clapped, and
Mark felt a fluttering in his stomach. To be kissed by Y/N…
The four of them stood up as she
began to prepare. She was handed a tube of liptstick from a PA, and as she
walked over to the camera to use its reflection as a mirror, Jackson elbowed
Mark playfully. “I should take a leaf out of your book and tell girls I like
them during interviews,” he smirked.
When Y/N was done, smacking her lips
at the excited audience, she came back and plucked three roses from the vase,
one pink, one red, and one white. That’s when I Like You stared playing in the background, and after pausing to
sniff the flowers, she turned to the boys with a gleam in her eyes.
It was time to begin.
The GOT7 members lined up at the
center of the stage, and Y/N made her way casually to Bambam first.
“Hi Bambam,” she dimpled, holding
the roses behind her back. She looked like a shy schoolgirl.
“Hey,” he tried to say coolly, but
he just sounded flustered. With an affectionate smile, she offered him the
white rose and he accepted it, grinning nervously. But there was an uncharacteristic
softness in Y/N’s eyes as she touched his face, and it seemed to put him at
ease as she pulled him down to place a kiss on his forehead. Bambam looked like
he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry after she let him go, and she
When Y/N stepped towards Jackson,
however, her entire demeanor shifted. Mark watched with fascination – and
something else – as she tilted her head back and stared up at him from beneath
hooded eyes, a lazy smile on her face as she playfully dangled the pink rose in
front of him. Jackson took the rose with a squeal – which was abruptly cut off
when Y/N tore her jacket off, threw it on the ground, and yanked Jackson into
her arms before pecking him on the cheek. When she released him, he collapsed
dramatically on the ground in a heap, earning a laugh from the audience.
And then it was Mark’s turn. His
heart pounded behind his ribcage as she moved into his bubble of space. Somehow,
up close, she was even lovelier, and Mark fought the urge to brush her hair
back and hold her close until whatever rage was driving her reckless behavior
faded. Instead, he just beamed down at her as she shyly held out the red rose.
His eyes never left hers as he took it, and then her hands, surprisingly cool
for the hot weather, were on his face. Gentle, she was so gentle, as if she was
afraid she would break him. Y/N stretched up on her tiptoes, and for the
briefest second that also felt like an eternity, her lips hovered over his.
And then she moved higher to kiss
The audience might have been
cheering, but Mark couldn’t hear over the ringing in his ears as she drew away.
Unlike him, Y/N didn’t look flustered or excited or affected at all. She just
looked…exhausted. But the smile never left her face.
Before Jackson, Bambam, or Alex
could say anything, Mark hesitantly reached for her hand, and she gave it
“Y/N…” he tried not to sound like a
nervous twelve-year-old, “will you be my valentine?”
She looked at him, really looked at
him, and then with the most heartbreaking smile, she said, “Yes.” But it wasn’t
her smile or her answer that broke his heart – it was her eyes.
Because her eyes were saying no.
A/N: So this was supposed to be a completely different oneshot, but my brain kept screaming, Make it longer, you heathen!! BUT I’m not sure if this was a good idea, so if you guys don’t like it or it doesn’t get any notes, I’ll delete it and just write the oneshot :)
You giggled to yourself as you watched Jensen shake his ass on stage. You had never really noticed before; his legs were even bowed when he had them spread and was wiggling that cute ass of his.
You put your hand over your mouth to stifle the giggle as Jensen turned and looked your direction.
“What’s so funny out there, Ackles?” Jensen asked as he made eye contact with you in the audience and shook is hips once more.
You practically snorted trying to hold back the fit of laughter. This caused Jensen to quirk his eyebrow.
“You don’t wanna know, babe,” you managed, leaning over to the mic you were standing near. The girl who was next to ask her question looked at you with a smile.
“You see it, right?” you giggled to her. She laughed at you and raised an eyebrow questioningly. “His legs a bowed even when he is shaking that fine ass,” you whispered in her ear.
She bent over in a fit of laughter, and you smiled.
“Now I have to know,” Jensen smiled, turning around.
“You really don’t,” you sorted again as he walked toward the edge of the stage, his legs bowing perfectly. This caused your smile to widen as your eyes travelled down his body. He watched you drink him in, proud that you were enjoying the show when he stopped dead in his tracks and looked down.
“Are you fucking serious?” he snorted into the mic and looked back at you.
You winked at him and leaned over to the girl, close enough to the mic so everyone would hear. “He figured me out, I better run,” you laughed.
“Not so fast, missy,” Jensen growled, jumping off the stage. He sauntered up to the mic and stopped. “What is it about my bow legs that drives you so wild, woman?” he asked with a smirk. He knew the answer, but he wanted you to admit it in front of all these people.
“Let me count the ways, sweetheart. One of which you aren’t aware,” you smiled mischievously. He quirked his eyebrow at you waiting for you to continue. “Even when your spread eagle, shaking your ass, you still have the perfect bow legs,” you grinned watching his eyes widen. “What I wouldn’t give,” you practically moaned, surprising even yourself.
“You like that?” he teased, turning and walking away, jumping back on stage. The curve of his legs was enough to make your blood boil, and your lower half ache.
“Hell yes,” you answered.
Jensen tossed his head back in laughter at your response. When he gained his composure, he addressed the crowd.
“My wife, ladies and gentlemen. Not afraid to say whatever the hell is on her mind,” he laughed, winking at you.
“Damn straight,” you admitted. “Now let this poor girl ask her question. She has been drooling for a good ten minutes,” you laughed, elbowing her.
Jensen laughed again. He turned, looked over his shoulder and shook his hips again. “Ask away, darlin’,” he drawled.
The crowd burst into laughter. He was such a goober, but he was your goober, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything.
summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup, fate (and a well-timed cello concert) brought them together in NYC. they had a lot of catching up to do.
warnings: swearing, mentions of car wrecks and death, smut at the end because i’m still me after all.
word count: 6,459
a/n: ayyy it’s day five of the @hamwriters write-a-thon which is reverse POV day. this is a continuation of my lit day fic, linked at the top of this post, and i can’t tell u how to live ur life but it really would make more sense if you read that first. love u!!!!!!!! hope it was worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Daveed,” you breathe. “Hi- I, um…I hadn’t really figured you’d come backstage.”
Daveed shifts uncomfortably, looking around the room.
“Yeah, well…I almost didn’t,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.