they were onstage

i know that people who haven’t gotten tickets or won’t get tickets are going to be disappointed, but please don’t get too down about it. going to a show is amazing, of course, and hearing the songs in person is amazing, of course, but it costs a lot of money and sometimes you have to deal with really annoying people and sometimes people hold signs up in front of your face or you’re behind someone really tall so you can’t see shit anyway. but you know who doesn’t have to deal with those issues? people who are at home. anyone who doesn’t go will still get to see amazing videos and photos from the shows without paying a cent and you’ll get to follow along with what’s happening on tumblr and twitter and there’s a lot of fun in that too tbh. remember when every otra show trended worldwide and every night, we’d all get excited and wait for the first ridiculous fan reports, half of which were total bullshit, and grainy LQ pics of what they boys were wearing and doing onstage? and then in the days following each show, we’d get so many beautiful closeup HQ pics and videos that we could watch from our bedrooms and living rooms and feel like we were practically there. the 1d fandom makes even following along with a concert from home a really great experience, so as disappointed as some people may be to not get tickets, you can experience harry’s tour in a different way that’s still a lot of fun - and you get to do it without any of the annoyances and problems that can happen when you’re actually there in person. so just keep that in mind and try not to get too upset if you haven’t/don’t get tickets. 💚

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Wreck-It Ralph 2 will Feature the Disney Princesses – and Many of Their Original Voice Actors!

THR reports: Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2, the sequel to the 2012 Oscar-nominated video-game-world-set hit, is slated to open Nov. 21, 2018, it was announced at D23, the Disney expo taking place in Anaheim.

Sarah Silverman (the voice of Vanellope von Schweetz), along with directors Rich Moore (who won an Oscar earlier this year for Zootopia) and Phil Johnston, were onstage to present a clip from the movie — a clip that drove the assembled crowd of roughly 7,000 into wild cheers.

The clip showed Vanellope, in a website named OhMyDisney.com, meeting all the Disney princesses in the hopes of stirring up some trouble. But as she interacts with them — in ways that, in rapid succession, lovingly skewer the history and tropes of Disney animated classics and princesses — she develops a respect for them. And she gives them a wardrobe change.

Many of the original voices of the princesses returned for the scene, and those actresses then made an appearance at the presentation. Jodi Benson (Ariel), Paige O'Hara (Belle), Linda Larkin (Jasmine), Irene Bedard (Pocahontas), Anika Noni Rose (Tiana), Mandy Moore (Rapunzel), Kelly Macdonald (Merida), Auli'i Cravalho (Moana) and Kristen Bell (Anna) took the stage in a historic meeting of Disney princesses, causing a prolonged ovation from the crowd.

anonymous asked:

Idk but to me I felt that the ending for Bleach was when Ichigo lost his powers. It feels right to me... Where would you consider the ending Bleach?

i actually enjoyed the fullbring arc, so i personally would’ve preferred it if bleach ended right after ichigo got his powers back! i really like how it showed us what happens after The Hero’s Journey ends and they return to their ordinary life. it’s like, what’s wendy gonna do after coming back from neverland, u know??

except now, it’s all about how ichigo’s disconnected from his friends and family, how he’s dissatisfied with his human life, how he’s saving up to move out of his house after graduation (his house!! that we know and love!! that was there since the first chapter!!) and i thought it was quite symbolic how every single person in ichigo’s human life turned on him under tsukishima’s mind control -  suggesting he doesn’t have a place in the human world anymore. and the ones who rescue him are, of course, shinigami.

in the end, it comes full circle. it’s raining, everything’s gone to shit, ichigo’s just about given up on life. and we finally get to the epilogue of years of powerups and ridiculous ass-pulls, but in a way that i can suspend disbelief because it’s callback, and callbacks make sense.

the end!!!!

( not to say the fullbring arc was perfect - after it ended, i was really upset that kubo completely dropped the ball on karin’s development. she was perfectly set up in the beginning to become karakura’s next substitute shinigami, but that never went anywhere. :/

also, yuzu’s fucking weird infatuation with ichigo that literally parallels inoue’s infatuation with him, not seeing him as a person but as “an illusion”…… what the fuck happened there lmao )

I am glad that Moonlight won and La La Land didn't.

BUT

La La Land does not deserve to be demonized.

People talking about Moonlight “snatching” the award are missing the point of creatives coming together to support one another. Moonlight deserves the award and La La Land handed it over as graciously, tactfully, and encouragingly as is even possible to do so in such a confusing and emotional moment.

Moonlight deserves the award hands down, but La La Land is still a good film. These actions do not cancel out the other - because Moonlight is the real winner, does not make La La Land a bad or undeserving film by default. We cannot praise the supportive interactions and reactions of the two teams onstage while simultaneously being bitter, salty, or mean-spirited in our own interactions and reactions.

Moonlight won - awesome! Historic! We should talk about how important this is!
La La Land didn’t - there could only be one winner, but it’s still a great film deserving of praise!

Please don’t use this as fodder to create more division and squabble. Two great films were represented onstage, and they supported each other. We can do the same.

Perfect Gentleman (Joshua scenario)

Joshua pretending to be innocent but being the devil himself when you two are alone. Requested by @kpopadmin

Sorry it took me so long! I’ll post the other requests soon.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Joshua/ Reader

As it was tradition, you spent every Friday night watching movies with your favorite dorks. Being Joshua’s girlfriend, you saw the boys very often and they all considered you part of the family, always looking after you and babying you, specially Dino who saw in your and Joshua’s perfect relationship what he wanted for himself in a couple of years (fifteen years, Jeonghan would correct him).

You two were just so perfect for each other. You were smart, beautiful and a supportive girlfriend. Joshua, on the other hand was a perfect gentleman…or so everyone thought.

You couldn’t stop smiling at the way your boyfriend interlocked his fingers with yours. You looked at his beautiful features before turning your attention back to the movie when, completely out of context, they showed a very explicit scene.

Half of the group panicked while the other half couldn’t stop laughing and making jokes.

“JUST TURN IT OFF!” Seungkwan yelled over the loud moans coming from the screen.

“I’M TRYING!” claimed a very desperate S.coups.

“STOP LOOKING, DINO” said Jeonghan trying to cover the maknae’s eyes.

“Hyung , c’mon. I’m an adult” replied Dino but didn’t try to fight it, knowing it would be pointless.

“Pff…. We should show them how it’s done, don’t you think?” you said only loud enough for Joshua to hear but the room went suddenly quiet. All eyes were on you, the couple on the T.V. long forgotten.

“Wait a minute, surely that doesn’t mean…. That you two already… “mumbled DK only to be interrupted by Jeonghan’s fake gasp and Seungkwan’s real one.

“I knew it!” Jun said, turning to Minghao who murmured something in Chinese before handing him money.

Everyone started asking Joshua questions but he only sighed, looked and you and said:

“That was a very inappropriate comment, Y/N. Please refrain from saying things like that” then he turned to the others with a stern look. “I’m not answering private questions, guys. Please respect my girlfriend and our relationship.”

Most of them stopped immediately, apologizing in case they had offended you and the ones who continued making comments were soon told off by S.coups. You couldn’t stop blushing during the rest of the night, feeling Joshua’s intense stare on you.

Everyone seemed to forget about what happened after a week (or maybe they didn’t bring it up again because they didn’t want to get yelled at by the dad of the group). The boys were waiting to go onstage and you were talking to Mingyu, complimenting his outfit. That’s when Joshua came in and told the group that they needed to go get their makeup done.

“All of us?” asked Wonwoo.

“Yeah, apparently we don’t have much time” Answered Joshua.

“Did you get yours done already?” asked Vernon.

“Yes, so I’ll just stay here cuddling and telling my girlfriend how much I love h-“ Joshua started being interrupted by Minghao’s “EEEEEWWWWW” and Chan’s “That’s so cool, hyung” before they all left.

You laughed at their reactions but your smile vanished as the door closed and you were left alone with Joshua, his darkened eyes scanning your body. You already knew that look and this was certainly the worst place and moment to give you that look.

“Jisoo, we are-hhmmf” instead of wasting the little time you had, he attached his lips attached to yours, his hands wandering all over your body. “Jisoo, wait a second” you said looking at the door nervously.

“I can’t wait. I need you. Now” he said against the skin of your neck, his arms holding your waist forcefully.

“You’re going onstage soon” you reminded him but you were already giving up. His lips and tongue on your skin felt too good.

“We’ll have to be quick then” he said huskily next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you heard his jeans being unzipped. He took your hand and guided it to his clothed member. You blushed and looked at him with uncertainty. His hazed eyes, wet lips, heavy breathing and hard length were too much for you to resist… but you didn’t want the others to see you doing something that intimate. Even though you tended to crack up some dirty jokes, you were very shy…. Unlike Joshua, who most of the time just pretended to be a saint.

“Just… let me lock the door, ok?” you mumbled quietly.

“Oh, but why?” he asked stroking one of your breasts over your clothes while his other hand grabbed your ass.

“Jisoo…” was the only thing you could say, biting your lip and trying to look away when you felt a sharp pain on your butt. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth.

“Answer me, princess. Why should we lock the door?” he asked rubbing the cheek he had just spanked, his voice low and teasing.

“…Because the others could see…” you replied while he pulled your pants down just enough to display your clothed sex and thighs.

“See what?” he asked pressing his hard on covered by his boxers against your wetness. You moaned as he pressed harder, releasing a shaky sigh and dry humping you.

“ U-us…” you managed to say moaning at the way his cock moved against you, making your legs tremble.

“But they see us all the time, princess. They see us holding hands, talking, eating. What’s the problem?” he faked innocence, pulling his boxers down to release his cock, which hit his stomach and bobbed up and down a couple of times. He stroked it and pulled your panties down too, running his finger through your slit.  

You glared at him but you knew how much of a tease he was and that he wouldn’t just drop it.

“They’ll s-see us doing this” you said through gritted teeth.

“Doing. What.” he asked again rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, leaving a trail of precum. You moaned louder feeling a wave of pleasure but couldn’t say anything coherent.

“Are they going to see you getting fucked, princess?” he asked holding your hips and grinding hard. You could only nod. He seemed to get that you were in no condition to speak and he didn’t have much time left so he went back to kissing you and moving his pelvis against yours moaning heavenly. You whined when his lips suddenly left yours and he turned you around. You managed to press your hands against something to avoid losing your balance…. Was it glass? When you opened your eyes you saw your own reflection. A mirror. You saw Joshua’s eyes looking at you through the mirror, the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance.

“W-we really should lock the d-do-aah” you tried one last time but he slid his cock deep in you, his grip on your hips pulling you closer.

“I thought you wanted to show them how it’s done” he teased you, trying to push his length impossibly deeper while you moaned even louder. “Don’t you want to put on a good show for them?” he asked before pulling almost all the way out and slamming into you again. You whimpered and closed your eyes when he started fucking you fast and hard as you both knew you didn’t have time to waste. “Open your eyes” he commanded and you did just that finding the hottest view ever: his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat on his forehead.

“Who is fucking you good, Y/N?” he asked.

“Y-you” you sobbed, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I can’t hear you, princess. Who. Is. Making you. Feel. This good?” he asked marking every word with a sharp thrust.

“YOU-Only you make m-me ooh… f-feel like thi-aaAAH!” you managed to say before he fucked you so hard and fast you would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding your hips, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, both of you moaning loudly, forgetting completely where you were.

“J-Jisoo! I’m almost-“ your words were followed by a silent scream as you felt your orgasm taking over your body, your boyfriend cumming inside of you while breathing heavily at the same time you heard someone else’s voice.

“I’m telling you I’m not wearing this shirt. It makes me look like a-aaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Seungkwan from the door looking at you two before closing it quickly again.

“WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?” asked S.coups from the other side of the door.

“NOTHING. THIS SHIRT IS FINE. THIS SHIRT IS PERFECT” Seungkwan yelled nervously.

You two looked at each other and Joshua quickly pulled out but your legs couldn’t handle it and you almost fell, Joshua held you quickly with one arm, the other arm pressed against the mirror.

“Just let me get my- No. Nope. I’m out“ Woozi said opening the door and leaving immediately but before he could close it Hoshi rushed in and screamed even louder than Seungkwan, followed by Jun, who turned back to Minghao, who mumbled something in Chinese and gave him money again. Soon everyone was in the room while you tried to put your clothes back on, blushing like crazy.

“A mirror? That’s kinky as fuck!” Vernon said laughing to which Jeonghan gasped, hitting his arm and telling him that a baby shouldn’t be speaking like that.

“Watching anime really made you a pervert” complained Seungkwan fanning himself with his own hand and glaring at Joshua.

“I watch anime sometimes and I’m just fine!” yelled Vernon.

“Yeah, right. Define fine” said Dino.

“DINO WHEN DID YOU GET IN?! YOU CAN’T BE HERE!” yelled Jeonghan pushing him to the corridor and then glaring at S.coups while saying “YOU ARE A TERRIBLE FATHER.”

“HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!”

Happy Birthday

Concept: you’re Harry’s gf, you’re with him on tour and it’s your birthday. He’s performing, you’re backstage. You hear him talk about today being a special day. He says he’s going to call you onstage and asks people to tell you what it says on the big screen when you go up there. People goes wild. You cant see the screen but you assume it says happy birthday. He calls you, you go up there all shy, harry counts 1,2,3. But people shout ‘will you marry harry?’ and you turn to see him on one knee.’ – anon :)


The roar from the crowd was deafening from where you stood backstage, and you could only imagine how powerful it sounded from where Harry stood amongst the rest of his band. This one was one of the bigger venues on the tour, housing just around 4,000 people.

Because of its size, you were able to stand right in the wings and watch him perform, bouncing around onstage and telling awful jokes, just like at the arena tours you were used to.

“Alright!” Harry shouted to the crowd after the end chord finished, “Can yeh do something for me tonight?”

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Onstage Scare

I’m combining these three requests together because they seemed to fit.

60) I feel like I’m going to be sick. 67) Call an ambulance!

imagine where Shawn brings y/n up on stage and shes been hiding that she’s sick and passes out on stage

You never drink water and get dehydrated during one of his concerts

Your name: submit What is this?

~

You’ve been feeling tired and a little dizzy all day, and you’re not really sure why. You’ve been trying to hide that you haven’t been feeling well because you don’t want to bother anyone since you know everyone is busy because tour just started. Luckily Shawn has been so busy with everything he’s had to do for the concert tonight that he hasn’t really seen you much. This is good only because you know he has a tendency to worry, and with everything going on for his show tonight, you don’t want him to have to worry about you too.

Shawn just went onstage a few minutes ago, so he’ll definitely be busy for the next couple of hours. You normally watch his show from side stage, but today you’re not feeling up to it, so you stayed in his green room instead. You’re lying down on the couch. You have a killer headache, and you feel a little dizzy every time you move your head or try to sit up.

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Strip That Down

You first meet Ong Seongwoo at a strip club, not amused by his silk shirt and easy smiles. However, you’re soon exposed to the other sides of his personality, and find yourself genuinely enjoying his company.

  • for anon who requested stripper!ong
  • i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane
  • not much like sexy times bc this turned into a lowkey ‘let’s humanize ppl who work in the sex industry bc they’re too often overlooked/stigmatized’ work

  • You huffed, staring down intently at the book you had out, doing your best to block out the loud music blaring in the background
  • “(y/n), you’re so lame,” your best friend complained, hitting on the shoulder
  •  You rolled your eyes, briefly looking up at the stage
  • Your best friend, who had recently turned 21, dragged you and the rest of your friend group to a male strip club to celebrate her adulthood, much to your chagrin
  •  “whatever,” you muttered, going back to the book you’d been reading for your English class
  • You’d only really gone along with the plan to appease your friend—you had absolutely no interest in male strippers
  • There wasn’t anything wrong with strippers themselves, you just weren’t super into watching guys grind on thin air in thongs
  • “oh my god,” your friend hissed, hitting you again, this time much more violently
  • “what?” you asked, not bothering to look up from your book
  • “look up!” your best friend hissed, still hitting you violently
  • your eyes raised slowly from the text in front of you, meeting the piercing, intense gaze of one of the men dancing on stage
  • his body was lithe as he moved fluidly, hips grinding to the slow beat that had been playing for the dancers’ set
  • “oh my god, he’s staring at you,” your friends squealed, hitting you excitedly
  • you watched as he lifted his shirt, moving his body to the smooth rhytm as he exposed his abs amidst the hordes of screaming girls
  • however, the entire time, his eyes never left yours
  • you quirked an eyebrow, turning your attention back to your book
  • however, you were forced to look up again when cheers errupted once more
  • the guy was slowly taking off his shirt, still staring at you with a seductive look
  • shaking your head, you lifted your book and tried to block out the noise
  • “we’re gonna head to the bathroom, (y/n),” your friend informed you, standing up
  • you nodded, waving them off and assuring your friends that you’d watch their things
  • the music was still loud, but the dancers before, including the one that had been staring at you, were no longer onstage, and you turned back to your book
  • you’d managed to get through a chapter and were starting on the next when you realized that someone was standing in front of you, blocking your source of light
  • it was the dancer from earlier, and you lifted an eyebrow in confusion
  • “you know, i’ve never seen someone pay to get into a strip club and proceed to ignore the dancers,” he said with a smirk, meeting your gaze intensely
  • he was handsome, and you felt your stomach flutter a bit but ignored it, reminding you that being flirtatious was part of his job
  • his voice was smooth and rough at the same time, almost like velvet
  • “i’m here for a friend,” you explained, wanting to just get back to your book
  • “i’d like to offer you a complimentary private show,” he said smoothly, giving you a wink
  • you just stared back at him, confused
  • “my boss is getting irritated with you; it looks bad for business,” he said hastily, “but whaddya say to the private show? i know you don’t want to be here, but i’ve heard that i can be very convincing.”
  • “they’ll go,” your best friend said, shoving you towards the guy
  • you stumbled a bit and he reached out to straighten you, your stomach fluttering as his hand tightened around your shoulder
  • you rolled your eyes but let yourself get pulled to one of the back rooms, still skeptical to the whole situation
  • he showed you where to sit and strutted over to start playing his choice of music
  • you wrinkled your nose as ‘the way’ by kehlani started playing, not wanting your favorite song to be forever tied to such a strange memory
  • he began dancing to the music fluidly, and you felt incredibly awkward as he got closer to you, eyes boring intensely into your own
  • you felt your face blush a bit as he got even closer, averting your eyes as  he yanked his shirt off in one fell swoop, unsure of what to do
  • he was so close that you could see every detail of his skin– the small scar on his collarbone, the tattoo on his rib, swirling letters that spelled out–
  • “is that an edgar allen poe tattoo?” you blurted out as he began thrusting his hips, ruining the moment entirely
  • without thinking, your finger was running over the letters that spelled out ‘nevermore’, appreciating the tattoo
  • “it is, actually,” the dancer smiled, looking down at it, “the raven was the first poem i truly enjoyed, it’s what got me into poetry, actually.”
  • “you’re into poetry?” you asked, impressed
  • “why, surprised that some run-of-the-mill stripper like me can appreciate the finer arts?” the dancer asked with a slight sneer
  • “that’s not what I meant,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at how defensive he’d gotten, “i just haven’t met many people my age who truly appreciate poetry.”
  • as the dancer– seongwoo, as he introduced himself– tugged his shirt back on, the ‘private show’ completely forgotten, he told you about how he was majoring in business at the local university that you attended as well
  • “i’m a lit major,” you explained, “why aren’t you majoring in lit, if you love poetry so much?”
  • “parents didn’t approve,” seongwoo sighed, running a hand through his perfectly gelled inky black hair
  • the two of you sat there for a while, talking about what books you’d read recently and giving each other suggestions
  • “ong, finish up! it’s been over an hour!” someone yelled, pounding on the door to the room that you and seongwoo were sitting in
  • seongwoo looked startled and checked his phone, eyes widening when he realized how long he’d been talking with you
  • “i should probably get back on the job,” seongwoo said ruefully, getting to his feet, “but hey, it was nice talking to you.”
  • “seongwoo,” you said tentatively before he stepped out into the loud club, “the coffee shop that I work at has open mic nights. every tuesday at seven. you should go sometime.”
  • seongwoo looked at you thoughtfully, a small smile dancing on his lips
  • “i’ll think about it,” he replied
  • “you should do it,” you insisted, “i can be very convincing.” 
  • seongwoo chuckled at the way that you used his own words against him, giving you a quick wink before striding off down the hall, confidence and facade back on again.
  • you smiled at that, pleasantly surprised at what an interesting person seongwoo was
  • however, you were still surprised to hear that velvety voice as you wiped down a counter
  • “i guess you are pretty convincing.”
  • “seongwoo, you came!” you smiled over at him widely, tucking the rag into your pocket
  • “you fit the vibe of this place pretty well,” he commented, eyes scanning over the warm browns and tan of the coffee shop decor before running up and down your sweater and boots combo
  • “well, you fit the vibe of the club pretty well,” you shot back with a grin, feeling more flirty now that you were in your element, “Mr. Chic.”
  • seongwoo just grinned at that, ruffling his hair
  • you took the chance to take in his appearance, appreciating how good he looked in a sweatshirt and jeans, dark hair falling into his eyes
  • it was a nice contrast from the silk shirt, leather pants and pushed back hair you’d first seen him in, but you didn’t know which look you liked more
  • “you can find a seat, i can make you a drink if you’d like,” you informed him, “the open mic will start in about ten minutes.”
  • “i’ll take an iced espresso,” seongwoo replied, sending you a quick smile
  • you nodded, hurrying behind the bar to get his shot started
  • seongwo ended up going closer to the end of the night, sharing a short but extremely well-written poem 
  • it was very intriguing, and spoke of conflicted emotions and the struggle between loyalty to others and oneself
  • you were reminded of what he’d told you a few nights ago, about his parents not approving of him majoring in literature
  • “you’re a really good poet,” you informed seongwoo as you closed up the cafe for the night
  • seongwoo had insisted on sticking around, sipping the dregs of his iced espresso
  • he blushed at the compliment, his ears turning red
  • “really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow
  • from the few interactions you’d had with him, you’d definitely got the feeling that he was a confident man, so you were surprised to see him seem so vulnerable
  • “yes, really,” you laughed, shaking your head, “the girls were swooning over you– you really have a way with words.”
  • “well, you know what else makes the girls swoon?” he asked with a grin, before turning away quickly
  • when he turned back, you burst out laughing at the sight of his ears folded in, a huge shit-eating grin on his face
  • “which side do you want me to unfold first?” he asked playfully
  • “are you serious?” you asked between wheezes, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at the image in front of you
  • “yes, i’m serious,” he said with a grin, “which side?”
  • “left, I guess.”
  • you laughed even harder as he unfolded the left ear, making a clicking sound effect to go along with it before doing the same with the right
  • “you’re truly unique, seongwoo,” you said as you turned off the lights in the cafe, still chuckling a bit
  • when the two of you got to your bus stop, seongwoo stopped, looking at you seriously
  • “(y/n),” he said, looking down at you, “thank you for tonight.”
  • you looked up at him, surprised at his serious tone, “it’s nothing! you clearly really enjoy poetry, i just informed you of an outlet.”
  • “still,” he insisted, “most of my own friends find it hard to believe that the jokester who doesn’t take school seriously would be interested in poetry, let alone some random person whose first impression of me was me grinding on thin air at a strip club. thank you for not judging me.”
  • “hey,” you frowned, bumping his shoulder, “just because you’re a stripper doesn’t mean you’re not a person. it’s a way to get money, and if you’re comfortable with it, then it’s not my place to judge.”
  • seongwoo looked down at you thoughtfully, a small smile crossing his lips
  • “still. thank you.”
  • you then realized how close the two of you were, your eyes going down to his pink lips and then back to his warm brown eyes, his ears a bit pink
  • “(y/n),” he said tentatively, before sucking in a breath of air and exhaling it with a hiss, “ah, never mind.”
  • you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “jesus christ, seongwoo, you’re not slick. just ask me on a date already.”
  • he looked down at you with eyes wide, cheeks bright pink
  • “well, will you go on a date with me?”
  • “yes, idiot,” you said with a smile, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips
  • later that night, over text, seongwoo revealed why he’d been so apprehensive to ask you out
  • i’ve never met someone so unapologetically themselves
  • and you were the first person to not judge me for what i do
  • i didn’t want to lose that just because i had feelings for you
  • and each and every day of your relationship, you did your best to remind seongwoo that he was an incredibly amazing person, because no matter how intense his ‘confident guy’ mask was, you knew that inside, he was a worried, slightly anxious guy like everyone else around you

moral of this story: even if a person appears to be super confident, they are probably still very insecure on the inside

seongwoo has actually talked about this before (idk what exact source) but yeah i think it’s just important to keep in mind

Ethika

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Hungover Jensen, post Jib

Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.

After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.

For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”

In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”

Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.

He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.

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BTS Reaction to Meeting Them at an Award Show

GENRE: neutral, bit fluffy

WARNINGS: none

A/N: sorry this took me absolutely forever! hopefully i’ll have another one of your requests done soon! you are so so kind thank you so much! i hope you really enjoy! pardon my busyness! i love you guys so so much and thank you for *almost* 700 followers! you’ll never know how much it means to me!

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@tagtrxumerin said: Hi :) Since you were asking for requests and I’m really in love with your writing I have some ideas for requests… You don’t have to do all of them tho :D - you met them backstage at an award Show and they really liked you but you didn’t really reveal who you are until your band is performing and they See you on stage (I hope you get what I mean xD)

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SEOKJIN || JIN


— Your first words to the boy you had always adored ended up being an apology, being that you ran into Jin due to your carelessness. The bathrooms were a lot more complicated to find than the worker had described, which meant you were rushing back to your group before you went onstage. You were reading the texts the oldest member had sent, and that’s when you bumped into the boy who made you fall in love with the kpop scene. He was the reason why you became an idol, and now you found yourself mumbling a quick “I’m sorry” and running.

It was your beauty that had Jin hooked instantly, and he watched you in admiration as your face turned to a light shade of pink and you scurried away. The smile he carried wouldn’t fade as he located the rest of the boys, their eyes locked on the stage that you and your group walked out on. The lights were dim, but he easily identified you, remembering even the little details that even your closest friends didn’t ever notice. He clapped as the cameras began rolling and the MC introduced your group, being familiar with the name, but never having seen your group with his own eyes.

“Hoseok, this is the group that you dance to their choreographies!”


YOONGI || SUGA


— Conversation was definitely not your strong suit, which explained why you stood close beside the most confident of your members while they conversed with BTS, the band you had idolized since their debut. You pretended to be on your phone for the most part, but in reality you were trying to hide the fact that you were shaking for being in the same space as the seven boys. A smile formed on your face as you laughed at a joke that Jin had stated, and that’s when your eyes locked with Yoongi’s. He must have been watching you, because he speedily avoided his gaze to the direction of Jin.

Yoongi was mesmerized by the confidence that you gave off. Little did you know, but he saw something that had always been blind to you. There was no doubt in his mind that you were someone he wanted to get to know better, and Jin easily saw that. Jin kept making puns to keep your attention so you wouldn’t drift away so quickly, but the only problem was, you never officially exchanged names. That was until he rushed up to you with Jungkook after your performance, the widest gummy grin on his lips.

“You can thank me later, Yoongi!” “Jin, I don’t even know their name!”


HOSEOK || JHOPE


— Time passed by swiftly as you shared similarities and stories with Hoseok, who you knew because of BTS. He was much more kind than you could have ever imagined, and as you stood in front of him with a huge smile on your face, that was clear. You were giggling as he shared a story about one of his members falling asleep on the kitchen counter, and you couldn’t help but forget completely about the time and emerge yourself in his words. You both did not realized it then, but you hadn’t even shared your names with one another.

When you were given the cue to go meet up with your group, you said your farewells and rushed to find the members. Hoseok found his way back to the boys, and there he received many grins caused by amusement. According to the members, you two had been laughing the loudest out of anyone in the entire room. Hoseok was about to tell the boys a joke you had told him, when he realized he didn’t know your name.

“Hoseok! How did you not exchange basic information?!”


NAMJOON || RAP MONSTER


— Namjoon’s clumsy self stood out like a sore thumb backstage, being that he kept on tripping over wires, even when people would warn him. You were just as much of a klutz yourself, which explained why you stayed in your seat. You laughed quietly as Namjoon tripped again, and the members of his group scolded him relentlessly. You glanced towards your members, seeing them laugh before helping Namjoon back up to his feet. When they suggested that he takes a seat, everyone realized that the only empty spot was next to you.

Namjoon carefully walked over, watching his every step, which made you giggle. Once he sat down beside you, you were quick to explain that you were just as clumsy, and that sitting down ensured everyone’s safety. You didn’t know it then, but your words comforted him after he just mildly embarrassed himself in front of a bunch of idols. Due to your performance, your conversation had to be cut short. Namjoon stopped following everyone’s advice before you began singing, determined to find a closer spot. Namjoon was too slow however, and that resulted him tripping over his own feet once your soft voice filled the room.

“Namjoon~! Not again!”


JIMIN


— The shyness that your body exhibited was what made Jimin oddly curious about you. From what he had heard from the other boys, who were all fans of your group, you were always the member to stand out the most when it came to your confidence. Staring at you from across the room, Jimin felt like the boys had played some type of joke on him. He could clearly see that you were uncomfortable in your place, which was a very crowded room, and he felt a small push towards you, which he later found out was Yoongi.

Right when Jimin sat beside you, your cheeks flustered in color. He smiled at you, immediately loving how awkward you seemed compared to the version he of you he had heard so much about. The atmosphere you shared wasn’t at all tense once you had both spoken in regards to a few similarities you shared. You both had lost track of time, which resulted in you running to meet the rest of your members before your performance. Jimin would smile the entire time as you gave off the persona that everyone believed was your true self, admiring the confidence that he brought out of you.

“They are so different, but in a good way.” “Jimin, I’m trying to watch the show; stop talking.”


TAEHYUNG || V


— Due to the uneventful breaks between the awards given out and nominees mentioned, Taehyung found himself bored and wandering around the space. When his eyes that stung from exhaustion landed on you, every bit of time he spent during the show being bored drifted away. You were conversing with Namjoon, who he later found out had attended school with you. He would quickly rush over to Namjoon, thinking of an excuse for barging in on your conversation. The smile he wore had no way of being wiped off, being that you gave off the kind of energy that he lacked.

Namjoon would introduce you as his school friend, which explained why he never got your name. Plus, you spoke his name before he got the chance to, meaning that he never had the opportunity to ask. He would listen as Namjoon explained how the two of you had known each other, which intrigued Taehyung more than the award show itself. Once you split and he watched you sing and dance onstage with your group, his attention span allowed him to focus, but only on you.

“This is my member—” “Taehyung!”


JEONGGUK || JUNGKOOK


— When it came to being the youngest and most naïve of your group, both responsibilities belonged to you. You easily were the most conscious when it came to everything, which made sense as you sat alone at the seats of your group’s section instead of socializing. Your heart raced as you thought about the performance you would later give, and you wondered if you would do well. You zoned out and thought about the choreography and lyrics, tapping your foot on the floors as you quietly hummed.

You hadn’t realized the gaze that belonged to the maknae of BTS, who seemed to be more curious about you than the conversation that his members were having. He placed his chin on his hands as he watched you from across the room. Once you believed that the feeling of someone observing you wasn’t fiction, you quickly located him in the room. Both of your cheeks would redden as you avoided your gaze, and Jungkook did the same and shifted awkwardly in his seat. Jimin would chuckle beside him, knowing why he had been acting so awkwardly.

“Kookie, do you like Y/N from (group name)?”

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When You Have A Thigh Riding Kink (Requested)

~Kim Namjoon~

Namjoon chewed on the end of his finger while watching his baby girl. You tried anything to get yourself off on his thigh. Rubbing, bouncing, grinding, anything to soothe the ache within you. The fabric of his jeans were soaked in your juices. His hand cupped one of your hips to beckon you back and forth.

“Harder baby. You are far from wet enough.”

~Kim Seokjin~

Jin flexed his thigh muscles, watching your mouth fall open in ecstasy. He himself wasn’t receiving physical pleasure, but watching you come undone was enough of a reward. You grabbed onto his shoulder and looked down between your legs to the wet spot forming. You whined pathetically and Jin cupped the flesh of your ass.

“That’s right Princess, keep going.”

~Min Yoongi~

Yoongi leaned back in his studio chair, enjoying the view . He hadn’t touched you at all the entire time. You’d only mentioned thigh riding once, in fear that Yoongi would despise it entirely. When you displayed signs of being needy, he took you into his lap. Though not for spankings. You clenched your legs around his thigh and felt your orgasm shift closer.

“I didn’t give you permission to cum. Hold it in.”

~Jung Hoseok~

Hobi was as just a mess as you were. He panted at just the sight of your pussy rubbing his leg, and your breast bouncing beneath the white shirt you wore. He dug his nails into the couch cushion and licked his suddenly dry lips. You tossed your head back in pleasure, an orgasm beginning to rip through you.

“Fuck Y/n. It’s my turn now.”

~Park Jimin~

Jimin clicked his tongue at how needy you were on his thigh. You had dreamed about this moment forever. The thickness and muscles bulging in his thigh was enough to drive you mad. Jimin flexed his leg and you nearly lost your shit. His hands on your hips kept you steady as he lifted his thigh into you once more.

“I knew these thighs were good for something. There you go Kitten.”

~Kim Taehyung~

Taehyung had both arms on the rest, bucking his thigh between your legs. Arms bound behind you, you were forced to stand tall while Tae teased you with his thigh. You were completely at his mercy. Countless times had your knees buckled and you almost collapsed. Taehyung would just command you to stand longer and rub his thigh harder against your pulsing clit.

“5 more minutes baby. You can do it.”

~Jeon Jungkook~

10 minutes until he had to be onstage. You were grinding against those slick leather pants you loved so much. Jungkook kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, instructing you to move at a faster pace. His long fingers found you sensitive bud and drew circles around the flesh. You bucked on his thigh and proceeded to finish yourself off.

“I have 2 minutes Y/n. Mind giving me a hand?”

Chanyeol’s Tongue

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3277

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: explicit language; dirty talk; daddy kink; cunnilingus

Summary: Chanyeol does a lot for his fans. He knows that they love when he does little acts of fanservice. But his fanservice isn’t reserved just for his fans. Sometimes it’s for a special person he wants to impress the most.

There is nothing you want more desperately than to whack Chanyeol right upside his head. He’s not narcissistic to where he can’t think about anyone but himself. But he basks in the adoration of his fans. There were little things he discovered four years after debuting that makes the girls go crazy. His new discovery is that women love seeing him “casually” licks his lips or “randomly” stick his tongue completely out of his mouth.

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Can’t Remember To Forget You Ch. 1

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend. 

  • high school au + fake dating au
  • same universe/basic timeline as let me love you
  • multichaptered for all you youngmin stans!
  • dancer!reader
  • reader is a second-year in high school; youngmin is a third-year

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“What does this have to do with me?” You asked, tossing the magazine back onto the table. “I’m not the one who’s famous, nor am I the one who took the picture.” Youngmin glared at you for a moment more before rubbing his hand on his face, sighing deeply. When his eyes met yours again, his frown had been replaced by a much softer, more despairing expression.

“I need your help,” he muttered, “I know what I’m about to ask is a lot, but believe me, if the truth comes out, not only am I screwed, but you are as well.”

You stared at him.

“Look, consider it payback for you fucking up my uniform,” he said, leaning against the table. “Here’s the favor: I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”

“Bye.” You spun on your heel, reaching for the door to the classroom.

“(Y/N), please.” Something about the desperation in Youngmin’s voice made you freeze, turning around to face him. “I… I’m desperate. Nobody can know that I was at that competition, or that I dance. You being my girlfriend is the perfect solution—you have an excuse as to why you were talking to me, I have an excuse as to why I was at the competition, and the press can stop saying that I’m crazy and not fit to inherit.”

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  • Rockcellar Magazine: During the band’s early gigs, Dan tended to hide in the back, while you were front and center onstage. These days, he’s very energetic and often climbs speakers. How do you feel about his progression as lead singer?
  • Will Farquarson: It’s quite amazing. I sometimes forget
  • that he used to be so shy. You’d have to give him a half spot of wine, sit down and have a talking to just to get him onto a stage. Now he’s boundless in his energy. I’m quite grateful. I’ve adopted the opposite approach – sultry, moody rock star cool. Which means when I’m hungover, I still can look exactly the same without doing anything. Dan has to jump and stay fit. I’m also amazed that he’s never out of breath! If I walk up a flight of stairs and try to have a conversation, I have to sit down and I can’t speak.
For Me, That's Enough (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 2197 

 Warnings: Literally just fluff. It’s so sweet, it’s like cavity inducing. 

 Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb @ahhhhamilton 

 Summary: Ben and Y/N have been dating since junior year of high school. When Y/N goes on for Zoe for the first time, Ben has a surprise for her.

 A/N: This was requested, so I hope you enjoy! 

We’re graduating in less than a month. That’s terrifying.” I said, resting my head in Ben’s lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through my hair.

“I know. It’s scary to think that we’ll have to be fully fledged members of society. I can’t operate the washing machine, let alone pay taxes and rent.” Ben said, and I let out a giggle.

“You’re hopeless, Benjamin.” I said affectionately, watching a smile stretch across his face.

“You cane talk, Y/N. I watched you try to make a grilled cheese sandwich, and, subsequently, set a minor fire. How?” Ben said incredulously, fiddling aimlessly with my hair.

“With limited skill, comes a great ability to screw up. Anyway, at least you can cook. I won’t be totally broke and borderline obese with you around.” I said, gently poking his cheek.

His face flushed a pinkish colour, and he smiled shyly at me. “Are you… are you suggesting the two of us move in together? After graduation?” Ben asked softly, shock evident in his voice.

“Uh huh. We’ve been dating for like two years. Some people get engaged at this point in the relationship.” I said, and Ben’s blush darkened.

“Engaged? Oh god, I’m only 17, and I’m surviving off of a McDonald’s wage. I can’t afford a ring, Christ.” Ben rambled, waving his hands about wildly.

I took my head out of Ben’s lap and straightened up, gently taking a hold of his wild hands.

“Chill, babe. I was just saying that moving in together is definitely not moving too fast.” I said, rubbing circles onto his hands with my thumbs.

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NEWSIES LIVE

So I just saw Newsies Live and it was the best thing that ever happened. The camera work was super impressive. The close ups really allowed for smaller details to come through. The singing and audio was absolutely amazing. The cast album has nothing on the live recording. Nothing. Their voices have all matured so much and the difference is so noticeable. 

Jeremy Jordan is an angel. He brought a new depth to the that might have been harder to see on stage. His facial expressions really shone through in the close up shots. His Santa Fe also made me want to cry. The last note was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. 

Ben Fankhauser was also incredible! His Davey really develops as the show goes on. The acting was so perfect. His speaking voice is also so amazing. It’s so quietly determined but so clear, and when he shouts it makes you want to cry. 

Kara Lindsay was so good! Her voice had really developed since the original recordings. It’s not quite as shrill - something that really came through in Watch What Happens. Her acting was stellar - the perfect balance between sassy and determined, and just a little bit unsure. Her and Jeremy really brought a whole new level of romance. All there interactions were so adorable. 

Andrew Keenan Bolger was amazing as usual. I never knew Crutchie was so angry!! His acting really was great and you felt so much when Letter from the Refuge came on. He was perfectly balanced between innocent and young, and also an experienced newsie. 

 Also Ben Tyler Cook is possibly my favourite person ever. His voice is so high!! He really brought a sense of humour to the musical and his dancing was spectacular. King of New York was definitely a highlight and all of his lines were well executed and brought just enough lightheartedness to make you laugh. 

 All of the chorus were amazing. They’re all such high energy performers and every minute they were onstage you really felt like they were living the story. The dancing was so good and Seize the Day was the best. Also they really went all the way with the fight scenes. It doesn’t normally look that impressive in theatre but the jump cuts in this version really added to effect. There was some really excellent camera work going on. Some of my fave moments include: 

- all the harmonies! The audio quality was great and you could hear all of the lines. The harmonies were so beautiful 

- in Seize the Day they added some more dancers and turns and stuff. It was so together 

 - when Crutchie was taken away Jack looked so heartbroken 

 - when Katherine was revealed to be Pulitzers daughter there was a massive gasp from my cinema. It was so funny.

- after Jack shakes Roosevelt’s hand he freaks out with Davey in the background.  

- “poor GUYS head is spinning" 

- Katherine laughing at Race when he says erster

- “it’s a compromise we can all live with”

- ben fankhauser’s voice is so pure

- HD spitting 

Overall it was so great and you notice all these subtle thugs that weren’t really visible before. When one character is saying something important they often cut to a reaction shot of another character which really adds more depth to all of them. It was a really enjoyable show and I encourage everyone to go watch it or buy it when it’s released on dvd.

Five Times Mike Said “I love you” and One Time Will Said It Back

Warning: Slight swearing

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Mike was jolted awake by the sound of the phone ringing from his bedside table. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening, so he ran to catch it. “H-hello?” He said quietly, not wanting to wake the other residents of the house up. He felt his stomach knot a little at the thought of who might be calling, he knew the Demogorgon was dead, but he couldn’t help but worry still. The knot was quickly released when he heard Will Byers’ voice on the other end of the line.

“Mike? It’s Will.” His voice was shaking and he too sounded scared. “Will! Are you ok? What’s going on? Are you hurt?” Mike listened to Will’s breathing, his worry building with every passing second. “I’m ok, nevermind. I shouldn’t have called in the middle of the night. I’m sorry. We’ll talk tomorrow, good night.” Will whispered, but Mike could easily hear how upset he was. “Don’t be stupid Will, you know you can tell me what’s wrong. I’m always here for you.” 

Mike wished he was there with Will, to hold him and help him no matter what was wrong because he cared about him so much. Maybe even too much sometimes, he felt. “It’s nothing really, I just… had a nightmare is all. I was back in the upside down. I kinda just wanted to hear your voice. You know, to assure myself you’re still here.”

Mike felt his heart break just a little knowing that Will still, almost a year after Jane closed the gate, had nightmares about what happened. “I’m here, and so are you. I’m never ever letting you fall back into that-that place.” Mike said. 

They fell silent for a little while, both boys having so much they wanted to say, but neither having the courage to say it. Will’s heart swelled hearing what Mike was telling him, and he immediately felt comforted. “That’s really all I wanted, Mike. Thank you so much. I’m sorry to wake you.” “Don’t be!” The other replied. “Wake me anytime Will. You know I love you and want you to be OK. So anytime.”

Their conversation ended not long after that, and Mike fell back into his bed with a big smile painted on his face. After Will’s nightmare, he was the person Will wanted to hear the voice of. He was the one Will had wanted to comfort him. He knew it was probably just ‘cause they were such good friends, but Mike couldn’t help but hope there was more to it than that.

2

Will, Mike, Lucas and Dustin were stood onstage, looking nervously out at the small crowd. The winners of this year’s science fair were about to be announced, and they were all a little jittery. They knew they had a good shot, but they also knew the group of kids stood to their right did. The judges were whispering amongst themselves, throwing them glances every now and then.

They knew it wasn’t really all that important, but Mike couldn’t help but feel a little nauseous with anticipation. Without giving it a second thought, he grabbed Will’s hand in his own and squeezed. It took him a few seconds to realize what he had done, and suddenly he felt a wave of panic surging through him. Was this weird? Did Will think this was weird? Should he let go and pretend nothing happened? Or just hold on?

Time seemed to slow down as he felt Will squeeze his hand in return. Did that mean Will didn’t think it was weird? Mike really couldn’t read the situation, so just to be sure he grabbed Dustin’s hand as well. Now, if anybody asks, he just wanted to support his team, not hold hands with Will.

After what felt like hours, the judges stood up from their stools and the one in the front grabbed a microphone. “Now, after careful consideration, we have decided upon a winner. In third place, Sophia Smith, Louis Carson and Julia Hansen!” A cheer erupted from the far end of the stage, and the three students ran to fetch their trophy. “In second place, Alex Lopez, Samuel Dale, Joshua Richardson and Leia Brown!” Again cheers erupted, this time from behind, as the students ran forward to collect their prize.

“It’s gotta be us, right? They can’t possibly let Thompson win, can they?” Lucas whispered. Mike turned to look at Will and gave him a small, reassuring smile. When Will smiled back, Mike felt his stomach fill with even more butterflies.

“And in first place, the obvious winners, Michael Wheeler, William Byers, Lucas Sinclair and Dustin Henderson!” Dustin had started cheering right after having heard “Wheeler”, and soon they all joined in.

“I told you! I flipping told!” Lucas exclaimed, embracing Dustin. “Oh my god, yes!!” Will screamed, throwing his hands in the air, dropping Mike’s in the process. “I love you, man! This is awesome!” Mike responded, pulling Will in for a hug. He regretted saying it immediately, what if he’d made Will uncomfortable? What if Will realized Mike meant it in a different way than he might want him to?

He didn’t say much more after that, trying to play it cool. They took their photos with the trophy, and eventually headed home to eat some celebratory pizza. All that was spinning through Mike’s head was the feeling of holding Will’s hand, and images of what they might become if Will did realize how Mike felt. He didn’t get much sleep that night either.

3

It was the morning of the 22nd of March 1986. Mike stood in front of the mirror by his front door, running his fingers through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time. He didn’t know why he was fussing so much about how it looked, it was gonna get messed up when he rode his bike anyway, but he still felt like it had to be perfect. He straightened his crisp white shirt, and picked up his backpack from the floor, opening the door slowly.

He and the rest of the gang were surprising Will with a birthday breakfast. It was hard to believe he was fifteen already. Time had flown by, and Mike worried they would grow apart eventually. He dreaded the day Will would tell him he’d gotten a girlfriend. It might even drive a wedge between their friendship because Mike was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to bear listening to Will go on and on about anybody that wasn’t him. It was strange, because even though Mike had practically admitted his feelings for his best friend to himself, he was still convinced it was just some sort of a phase.

Outside Dustin, Lucas, Jane, and Max were leaning on their bikes, waiting for him. “Hurry up, would you?!” Lucas yelled once Mike emerged from his house. “For shit’s sake, we’re supposed to catch him before he wakes up!” Dustin said, starting to pedal down the road. “I’m sorry, coming!” Mike replied with a heavy sigh, following the others. Jane looked down at his clothes and then shot him a knowing look. “You look nice. I’m sure he’ll think so too.” She said. Mike felt a blush creep to his cheeks, but he smiled politely in return.

Jane and Mike had broken up two months earlier, but no one else knew the real reason why. They had told their friends it was just because they loved each other more as friends, and although that was partially true, Jane had also said she felt that Mike cared more about someone else than her. He hadn’t understood what she meant at first, but after she stared at a photograph of him and Will before leaving, he understood. Thankfully, they had remained close friends, and Jane had reluctantly promised not to tell anyone about Mike’s crush. 

The group biked along the road, singing and laughing with each other, enjoying the surprisingly nice weather. Lucas and Max were upfront, Dustin and Jane following close behind. Mike was in the back, distancing himself from the others. It didn’t take long to get to Will’s house, and they all ran up to the door. Dustin knocked carefully, and Joyce opened up with a bright smile. “Hey everyone! Come on inside, he’s not up yet, but he might be awake.” In the kitchen, she had set the table for them all and returned to cooking the bacon. She waved at them as they made their way down the hallway to Will’s bedroom. 

Mike pulled Will’s present out of his bag and smoothed down his hair again. “Let’s just barge through and yell happy birthday,” Max whispered, and they all nodded. She counted quietly, and when she got to three they all jumped into his room. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” Will was lying, asleep in his bed, and was jolted awake. He looked confused for a few seconds, before grinning largely. 

They gathered around his bed, and put their gifts on his lap. “Thank you so much, you guys are the best!” Will laughed, looking up at Mike. “No worries dude, I love you. I mean, we all love you. Let’s get you some breakfast!” Mike’s cheeks flushed again, and he dragged Will out of bed, trying to move along the conversation. He realized a little too late that telling Will he loved him wouldn’t have sounded as weird if he hadn’t instinctively corrected himself. It wasn’t weird to say I love you, but it was weird to pretend he didn’t mean it.

Everyone gathered around the kitchen table, eating and having a good time. The rest of the day was spent celebrating, namely at the arcade and at the movies. It all went by in a blur, but Mike still thought about that morning. God, he just couldn’t stop making things weird between them, could he?

4

I was a warm April afternoon, and school had just finished. Mike and Dustin were leaving their English class, heading for the AV club. “You’re ok, right?” Dustin asked. Mike shot him a confused look, “of course I am, why would you think I wasn’t?” “You’ve just been kinda distant. I figured it was ‘cause of the breakup or something.” They walked in silence for a little while. Mike wasn’t sure what to reply. “Yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to do that, it’s just been a lot I guess.” He thought his answer might have been too vague, but Dustin said, “I get it, I do. Just let us in on what’s happening, we’re your friends!”

Another silence fell between them, and Mike felt grateful that Dustin didn’t push him for answers.The truth was that ever since he realized how he felt, he had tried to avoid Will when he could, but considering they were best friends that hadn’t gone unnoticed. He was so angry with himself. It was so stupid to let a little crush ruin his longest friendship. He needed Will, no matter what. And avoiding him was not making his feelings go away, if anything it had made them harder to ignore.

They met up with Lucas and Max by the clubroom, but Will was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Will?” Mike asked, a little worried. “Oh, didn’t he tell you? His dad’s picked him up, they were going to some football game.” Lucas said. “Oh.” They entered the room and began their meeting as usual. 

Two and a half hours later, everyone was heading home. They walked out toward the main entrance when Mike realized he had left his bike on the other side of the school. “Go ahead, you guys. I came through the back, gotta get my bike.” “You sure you don’t want us to wait?” Dustin asked, but he told them to go. 

Mike walked out through the back door and strolled down the steps to his bicycle, when he saw someone sat on the curb. He hadn’t expected seeing anyone else here, considering how long they’d stayed behind. He walked a few steps closer and immediately recognized the striped sweater the boy was wearing. It was Will. His backpack was slumped next to him, and he sat with his head in his hands. 

“What’re you still doing here?” He asked carefully, sitting himself down beside his friend. Only then did he notice Will’s sniffling, and he looked to see Will’s eyes red and puffy. “Will! What’s wrong?” He asked, putting a hand around him. “Lonnie didn’t show.” He whispered, pulling himself closer to Mike’s chest. Mike wasn’t sure what to say, so he just stroked his arm.

“I don’t think he loves me.” Will said after a few minutes of silence, and Mike’s heart ached. “Who fucking cares what he feels?” he said, “he’s never mattered, he’s a dick!” Will laughed a little and looked up at Mike’s face. “You think so?” “Yes! The only thing that matters is the people who do care about you, not some ass who doesn’t even try! Jonathan and Joyce love you, Max and Lucas love you, Dustin and Jane love you, I love you. That’s what matters.” 

They sat on the curb for almost twenty minutes, talking about nothing in particular. Eventually, they had to leave, and Mike followed Will all the way home. Will had said he didn’t need to, but he insisted, saying Will would have absolutely done the same. 

5

“You should tell him,” Jane said, putting down her book and looking up at Mike. It was Saturday night. The gang had just watched a movie in Mike’s basement and everyone else had gone home. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Isn’t Hopper coming to pick you up soon?” Jane rolled her eyes at his attempt to change the subject. “Actually, I’m biking home. Talk to me, Mike! We’re friends.” “There’s nothing to say!” Mike replied. “Mike, friends don’t lie.” She looked him dead in the eyes. “How are you so sure that I like him?” “Not like, love. And it’s not hard to see.” She stared at him, waiting for an answer, but one never came.

He fell down onto the couch and let out a light sob. Jane immediately ran to comfort him, asking what was wrong. “I love him, that’s what’s wrong!” He hugged her back and started crying into her shoulder. “Why is love wrong?” She asked. Once again, there came no reply, just Mike’s ragged breathing. 

“He feels the same, it’s not hard to see that either.” Mike’s heart jumped in his chest, but he shot her a confused look. “You’ve gone mad, Jane.” “You’re the one that’s mad, crying over a boy who loves you.” He asked how she could be so sure, and she laughed. “Mike, I think everyone knows how he feels, apart from you. He talks so much about you, and the look in his eyes when he sees you, it’s the look of love.” For the third time that day, Mike had no idea what to respond.

The situation was a little odd. Here he was, lying in his exes arms while she gave him advice about his crush. He let out a soft giggle. “What?” She asked. “It’s just kinda funny. Us, I mean.” She laughed as well. “Yes, I suppose it is funny.” Mike thought back to when he first met Jane, how he’d been the one to kiss her first. Why couldn’t he be that confident now? Why was he wasting time being sad about this thing he wasn’t gonna get over? If Will didn’t feel the same way, at least Mike could stop wondering, maybe then he’d finally get over him.

“I’ll follow you out.” He exclaimed, pulling himself off the sofa, and rubbing away his tears. “Are you ok?” She asked, and he replied, “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” They stumbled up the stairs, and Mike called out to his parents, “I’m just gonna follow Jane home!”, running outside before they could reply. “Thanks, Jane. I think I really needed that. See you tomorrow.” He pulled her in for a hug and then jumped onto his bike. “Wait! Where are you going?” She yelled at him as he biked away. “I’m going to Will’s, obviously!”

Usually, Mike would consider the ride to Will’s house long and tiring, but this particular night it felt like no time at all. Once he got to the Byers’ driveway he threw down his bike, and ran around to Will’s window. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was almost midnight, so Will was probably asleep. He knocked carefully on the glass, and waited for a response. He heard some shuffling and the window was pulled up.

“What the hell Mike! It’s the middle of the night!” The young boy exclaimed, looking slightly annoyed, but suddenly his facial expression changed. “What’s happened? Are you alright?” Mike pointed up at the window, and asked, “can I come in?” Will quickly moved away from the opening and helped the taller boy inside.

Once he stood in the bedroom, Mike suddenly felt his nerves catch up with him, and he lost all the confidence he’d built up. They sat down on Will’s bed, and Will stared at Mike with big, worried eyes. “Uhh, I kinda should have planned this before storming over here.” Mike laughed, mostly to himself. “You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. Spill it.” 

“Ok, I will, just give me a sec. Uhh, you’re my absolute best friend. You know me better than anyone else in the world. You’re funny, smart, talented, caring, and not to mention gorgeous. And I really, really care about you. What I’m trying to say is that, uhhhmm. There’s a reason Jane and I broke up. There’s also a reason I’ve kinda been avoiding you at times. I–uhh- I love you, Will. And not just in the way I always have, in a, uhh, romantic way. ”

Will’s eyes widened, and he sat completely still. He looked at Mike with a confused expression and then, after almost a whole minute, opened his mouth to reply, “I, uhh–” “I’m gonna go home. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Mike interrupted Will quickly, not wanting to hear his rejection. He felt tears stinging at his eyes, so he ran back out the window as fast as he could, leaving Will sat alone in his bedroom, staring at the empty space he’d left behind.

+1

Come Monday morning, Mike and Will hadn’t spoken to each other at all. Will had wanted to call him, and tell him he felt the same way, but it seemed like something he should say in person. He tried going to the Wheeler’s house, but they had said Mike wasn’t home.

Will met up with the gang at the entrance, but Mike wasn’t there. No one had seen him all morning. Will’s stomach dropped, and he felt guilty. He should’ve just stopped Mike from leaving that night, he’d just felt like he needed a bit of time to process what he’d said. It wasn’t every day your best friend confessed they were in love with you.

“Let’s just head inside, I don’t think he’s coming.” Lucas said, and the others murmured in agreement. Will followed them, and they made their way to the first lesson.

Will kept his eyes open for Mike all day, but there was no sign of him anywhere. During lunch he kept his eyes on the door, waiting for him to walk through but he never came, and during every class they shared he would stare at Mike’s empty seat in anticipation.

After school, he knew he had to head straight to Mike’s and when the others asked why he wasn’t staying for AV, he said he had urgent business to attend to. It didn’t take long to get to his house, and he noticed Mike’s bike lying on the front lawn. Will rang the doorbell, and waited for a reply. Ted Wheeler opened the door, looking tired. “Hi, Mr. Wheeler. I need to talk to Mike.” Will said, smiling politely. Ted sighed, and replied, “Mike’s sick, I’m afraid. Goodbye, Will.” He went to close the door, but Will trapped his foot in the opening. “I’m really sorry, sir, but I need to speak to your son now.”

Ted didn’t question him further, not bothering to, he let him in and said that Mike was in the basement. Will threw open the basement door and jogged down the staircase. Mike was lying on his couch, reading a comic-book.

“Hey.” He smiled. “What’re you doing here?” Mike asked, a surprised look on his face. Will could tell he’d been crying, from his red, puffy cheeks. “I came to see you, obviously.” Will joked, walking closer. Mike stood up from the sofa.

“I’m gonna talk now, while you let me finish. Got it?” Mike looked confused, but nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything that night. The truth is I just didn’t know how to put my feelings into words, but now I think I do. You’re my best friend too. You’re the only person I feel 100% comfortable around, you make me laugh at things that aren’t really that funny, and you give me butterflies just by looking at me. Michael Wheeler, I love you too.” Before Mike had the chance to reply, Will pulled him down for a kiss.

It was short, and sloppy because Mike was unprepared, but it was amazing. They pulled apart and stared at each other in awe for a few seconds, before Mike pulled in for another kiss. This one still awkward, but gentler and sweet. Will’s head was in scrambles, as if his mind couldn’t process what was happening. Mike’s hands made their way to Will’s waist, while Will ran his fingers through Mike curly hair. They had no idea how long they were stood like that, in the middle of the basement making out, but they knew it didn’t matter. Now they had all the time in the world.