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yoon junwon, the king of rap, betrayed by karaoke

Seonghwa and Wooyoung nearly passed out. San talking about how tired he is. Everyone is talking about getting another comeback in June and being hyped over it BUT DO you NOT realize how badly the boys need REST? Can’t you see how much of this is taking a toll on them? And their bodies as well?? I understand 100% that KQ wants to keep the hype/momentum going but this ain’t it. Multiple guys have gotten injured so far. Some of them are still dealing with colds/coughs. This is NOT fair at all. Please for the love of GOD if you care about the boys, put wanting a comeback to the side and put their health first. At this point I don’t give a damn about anything else. I want ATEEZ to get a proper and well deserved rest. If that means taking a break for the next couple months then so be it. You can only do and take but so much.

“I wouldn’t mind a hug from you right now”

- like a really good one. A firm one yes!

1.6.18

4:01 pm

Tickles and Kisses (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing (like 1 swear word), tickles

Request: HI!!! Can I request some Chris Evans Fluff? With some feet and belly kisses and nibbles and tickles? Please?

Request By: my beautiful friend @princess-evans-addict

Have you ever felt sad but you just couldn’t pin point what made you sad?  Well, this past week was one of those weeks.  You felt sad, somewhat depressed but you couldn’t figure out what was making you feel that way.  Work was stressful, so that could have definitely put you in an off mood. Chris, your boyfriend of a little over a year was also busy with photoshoots and press junkets, and you missed him dearly; that could have quite possibly been the problem too.  

Saturday afternoon, you found yourself curled up in your queen bed; very rare clouds darkening the sky. Your comforter making you feel like a butterfly still wrapped in a cocoon.  

You had already woken up that morning took a quick shower and had breakfast.  Scrolling through your phone, you tried to keep busy but you were just so damn tired.  Chris was at another photoshoot this morning; something for a magazine.  He mentioned he would come to your apartment afterwards but you felt like a nap might make you feel better.  

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Number 1 with tom holland please!!!!

Prompt(s): ‘I need you to make out with me, don’t worry it’s for science.’

“Can you just do this one thing for me?” she asked softly once she walked into her living room. Her hair was slightly messy, as she stood before him, he sighed taken in her appearance knowing how hard she had been working lately. Between school and her knew internship she had little to no free time at all to spend with him. 

“Sure love,” he smiled softly as he stood up and followed her into the kitchen where her laptop was open and a few loose articles were tossed around the counter. She had always been there for him helping him run lines when Harrison or his brothers weren’t there. “What do you need?” 

“I need you to make out with me, don’t worry it’s for science.”

His eyes widen slightly as a giggle escaped her lips, his cheeks were flushed as the words seemed to stuck at the back of his throat. “Here me out Tommy, they asked me to write this article about Friends Turned Lovers, I’ve been reading a couple articles and yeah,” she explained as he nodded his head. 

“Yeah um okay,” he whispered softly before capturing her lips into a soft kiss. So soft that her head was spinning as she held on tightly to his wrist, his sweet smell and intoxicating taste took her over as their lips moved in sync. Pulling away he licked his lips as she stared at him. “That alright?” 

“Perfect..” she smiled softly as he chuckled and tugged her closer to him pressing his lips lightly to hers again but in a rougher manner. One thing for sure was that the articles were right, the amount of chemistry and passion between was something hard to miss. 

[7:45 PM] as he drops you off at your house after your third date, you can tell that jongho has something on his mind. after slight pressuring from you, he relents and asks you to close your eyes. you do, jitters liquefying into elation as he gently presses his lips to yours

[9:09 AM] you’re walking down the halls towards your next class when you’re suddenly yanked into an empty classroom. bad boy!san is there, and you shoot him a glare, clutching your chest,

“one of these days my survival instincts are going to kick in and i’m going to end up punching you in the face”

he simply grins, settling his hands on your hips and backing you up until your back is against the wall. despite knowing that anybody could poke their head in and see you two, you let him press his mouth to yours, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. something foreign hits your tongue as you kiss, and you pull away with slight alarm

he sticks his tongue out so you can see the new tongue piercing he got, your surprise turning to eagerness as you go in for another kiss

↪Title: How to Fall In Love

↪Pairing: Bill Denbrough/reader

↪Summary: You didn’t know when you fell in love with Bill, you just knew that you did. 

↪Author’s notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAEDEN LIEBERHER! That is all. Enjoy :)

You weren’t sure when you fell in love with Bill Denbrough. Now, as you tried to pinpoint the exact moment, you realized that it could have been a million different things. 

It could have been the very day you moved to Derry. A fresh-eyed, toothless seven year old, you had sat in the dewey green grass of your front yard, watching as your parents unloaded box after cardboard box from your car and into your new house. Being so young, this move sat in your mind as a new adventure. Derry, albeit being so small, was a whole new world for you; a world you couldn’t wait to explore. 

Sitting in the grass that day, watching pillowy clouds float listlessly through the sky, you couldn’t help but smile widely. Your new street was nice, with the bright green lawns and yards dotted with children’s toys strewn about. You had even seen a nice old lady with a cat on the drive here. 

“D-dad! C-can I p-please play outside?” you heard the sweet  voice of a young boy, and your head snapped down from watching the clouds, to the house across the street from you. A little boy was hanging halfway out of the crisply painted white front door, hand twisting the brass knob impatiently as he waited for an answer. A muffled voice called from inside, followed by a baby crying, and the boy came all the way outside, pulling the door closed with him. He went to the corner of his porch and picked up a red ball, before tottering down the steps and into his yard. 

You stared at him, seeming to have an inner battle on whether or not to attempt to introduce yourself to the boy. He looked like he was around your age, and you had that urge to go make new friends that every kid has. He looked nice enough, with his chubby cheeks and wide, hazel eyes. You weren’t able to make up your mind on whether to talk to him before he spotted you, though. Before he could think better of it, Bill Denbrough was crossing the street, and stepping up onto your lawn. 

“A-are you new?” the boy asked, as soon as he stepped onto the plush grass of your yard. 

“Yeah. I’m (y/n), what’s your name?” you asked, as you stood up from your place on the lawn, dusted your legs off, and stuck your hand out for Bill to shake. You had never shaken anybody’s hand before, but you’d seen your dad do it when he was greeting someone new, so you figured you’d try it out. The boy gave you a firm handshake, a small smile gracing his face. 

“I’m B-b-bill, nice to meet you,” the boy, Bill, introduced himself. “

Nice to meet you, too,” you responded, and without thinking you said, “why do you talk like that?”

“I have a st-s-stutter,” Bill explained, shrugging sheepishly. You simply nodded, making a note to ask your mom what a ‘stutter’ was later.

“Anyway, w-want to p-p-play?” Bill asked, and you nodded, following him over to his yard for a hearty game of catch-the-red-ball. From that day on, you and Bill were practically inseparable. 

Or maybe it was that rainy April day in fifth grade, when you had lost your house keys, and were subsequently locked outside in the torrential downpour until your parents were due to get home. You sat on the rain slicked front steps up to your porch, head resting on the palms of your hands glumly, when Bill had rounded the corner. He was wearing a green rain coat that sharply contrasted with his orange boots, and he was kind of running in an attempt to stay mildly dry. 

“Hi, Bill!” you had called, waving to the boy once you had gotten his attention. Because the two of you had sadly not been placed in the same class this year, you didn’t really see Bill during the day. This was one of those days where you hadn’t even seen Bill passing in the hall, and you wanted to say hello before he disappeared inside. 

“H-hey, (y/n)! Why are you s-sitting in the rain?” he asked, walking up the pathway to your stairs instead of his. 

“I lost my keys, so I’m locked out,” you said matter-of-factly, pulling off one galosh to empty the rain out of it, before putting it back on and doing the same thing with the other. 

“You c-can’t stay out here, you’ll c-catch a c-c-cold,” Bill said, shaking his head at your wet and defeated face. You pushed some hair off your cheeks that had been stuck there by the wind and the rain, smiling sadly at Bill. 

“Got no other choice, Billy. Do me a favor and bring me chicken soup when I catch my death?” you asked, and Bill laughed at you. 

“N-no, you’re coming to my house,” he said, grabbing your hand before you could protest, and pulling you across the street. He unlocked the door quickly, ushering you in, before both of you kicked off your galoshes and hung up your rain jackets and backpacks on the rack next to the door. 

“Thanks, Billy, you didn’t have to do this,” you said, as you followed Bill further into the house. 

“Y-yeah, I did. Look at you, you’re soaked to the b-bone. I’m gonna get s-some clothes for you,” Bill said, before he ran upstairs, presumably to his room. It was only then that you noticed your sundress was soaked through and sticking to your skin, as if you’d taken a dip in the quarry on your way home. A minute later, Bill came downstairs with a pair of red plaid pajama pants, and a white t-shirt. You took the clothes from his hands gratefully, itching to get out of the uncomfortably moist dress.

 After changing in the bathroom, you emerged warm and dry into the kitchen, where Bill was just finishing cutting up some apples with caramel for an after school snack. 

“Thanks, Billy,” you said again, pressing a kiss to his cheek and taking your share of the snack.

 Maybe it was then, when he gave you that giant grin and stuffed an apple into his mouth. 

Or maybe, it was right in this moment, as you sat in the dark in Bill Denbrough’s bedroom, listening to the soft, even breathing sleep. Bill had invited you to sleep over, a common occurrence for the two of you during the summer. Sleep had come easy for him, but here you were, still wide awake. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to start thinking your entire relationship with Bill over in your head. You couldn’t help it though; earlier that night you had had a revelation. You were pretty damn sure you were in love with your best friend. 

“(y/n)? What are you d-doing still up?” Bill asked, voice groggy and thick with sleep. You unconsciously smiled at the sound of his voice, looking up from your spot on the air mattress, as he leaned slightly over the bed, studying your face. 

“Just thinking,” you said softly, the smile playing on your lips prompting one to grow on Bill’s.

“About what?” he asked, and though you couldn’t really see his face, you could tell he was smiling in that way that made the corner of his eyes crinkle just a little bit. 

“Us,” you responded, before you could think better of it. You held your breath, knowing there was no going back now. Bill was the only person who could tell when you were lying, so there was no way out of this one. 

“That’s interesting, b-because I was just thinking about us, too,” Bill said casually, and your head snapped towards him. Your eyes had adjusted better to the darkness now, and you could see the smug little smirk on his lips. 

“Is that so, Denbrough? What about us?” you asked, hoping maybe you wouldn’t have to talk about what you were thinking, if you distracted him for long enough for him to forget. You heard Bill sigh, and he looked serious all of a sudden. 

“P-promise you’re not g-going to b-be mad at me after this,” he said, and you nodded, noting how his stutter had suddenly gotten worse. Bill dropped out of his bed, and onto the air mattress with you, so he could face you. 

“I l-love you, (y/n). As m-more than my b-best friend,” he admitted, a nervous look taking over his features. You sat, shocked for a moment, before a relieved grin took over your face. 

“Well that’s good, considering I feel the same way.” Bill’s face broke out in a matching grin, and before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed your cheeks, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It was fleeting, and tasted vaguely of the chocolate you two had stuffed your faces with earlier. Needless to say, it was perfect. 

“I love you, Bill,” you whispered when he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. 

“I love you, too,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You had always known you loved Bill, you realized. You just didn’t know quite how much until this moment. 

Bill gets roasted for laughing at his own joke

[2:00 AM] you’re still awake, fingers clacking away at your laptop as you’re seated your kitchen table. you just have one more paragraph of this essay then you can finally go to sleep. just as you finish it and look up from your laptop screen, you see a figure lumbering out from the bedroom. mingi shuffles towards you, full bedhead, and lime green socks with dogs adorning his feet

“are you done yet?” he whines

“just finished,” you smile as you stand up, wrapping your arms around his waist, “did you miss me or something?”

“yeah, i can’t sleep without you”