Leaves From The Vine (Remake) 

la la land | 1

➯ Taehyung Kim is one of the hottest up-and-coming stars in Hollywood, breaking barriers and snagging top titles in the film industry. After watching interviews featuring his charming personality and seeing his stunning face on modeling campaigns, you have to admit he intrigues you. When he’s casted as the romantic lead in your movie, you can’t deny your excitement at the chance of getting to work with him. That is until you have a mishap on day one of shooting and realize that pretty face and charming personality is really all an act. 

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: hollywoodactor!au, enemies to lovers, fake dating, humor, angst, smut, fluff

word count: 16k

inspired by → la la land by jax

part one | two links are broken; pls look on my masterlist for other fics

warnings: a mention of xenophobia, explicit language, a very cheeky taehyung, lots of innuendos, dry humping/grinding

“Is it true?”

“Is what true?” you asked, leaning closer to your phone to check your lipstick in the screen mirroring your image back to you. You rubbed your ring finger over your lips, smoothing the creases in the color out.

“That they’ve casted the male lead for your movie,” your best friend replied, unfazed by your actions.

“You know I’m not supposed to tell you. They make official announcements for a reason, you know,” you pointed out, pulling your phone away so you could fully see Kailee again.

“Aren’t there any perks to being the childhood best friend of a famous actress?” she playfully whined.

You rolled your eyes. “Kails,” you started, using your nickname for her, “just ask the real question you wanna know.”

“Is it true Taehyung Kim is going to be in your movie? The actual fucking beautiful, man-of-my-fucking-dreams Taehyung Kim?”

“When have you ever talked about him before?” you feigned nonchalance. You immediately started to turn the volume down on your phone, prepared for Kailee’s screaming that was surely about to sound through your FaceTime app.

“Y/N!” Kailee stated to yell. You pushed down the teasing smile that wanted to leak from your lips. “DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME?! Tae. Hyung. Kim,” she enunciated his name. “I’ve talked about him since his very first role in America when he was just that extra that delivered coffee and said the first line that ever made my heart race for him.” She took a deep breath, lowering her voice several octaves to match his as she said, “‘An iced coffee with half-and-half and a vanilla sweet cream cold brew.’” She sighed dreamily. “I dreamed about Starbucks for a week after that.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. You burst out laughing. “Oh, him!” you pretended to suddenly recognize the name.

“Y/N, don’t even play with me, especially if the rumor is true! Please just promise that you’ll take me with you to set for one day. Please, please, please, please, please, pl—”

“I already do take you to set at least once every film, Kails,” you reminded her.

“But, Y/N, please, if it really is Taehyung, you have to take me with you. I’d actually die if I got to see that smile in person.” She looked like she was about to faint on the other end of the phone. You rolled your eyes at how dramatic she was.

“They’re making the announcement tomorrow. Can’t you wait until then?” you asked, pulling your phone away so you could look out the window. You were only a block or so away from the studio. You were going to have to hang up soon.

Kailee sighed even louder. “Fine,” she dragged the word out. “I can wait until tomorrow with all of the other peasants. Why are you so cruel to me, Y/N?” she whined.

“I’m gonna have to hang up, Kails. I’m almost to the studio.”

“You’re already working on the film?!” her shrieking tone almost burst your eardrum.

“For fuck’s sake, calm down, Kailee,” you demanded after seeing the disapproving look your chauffeur sent you through the rearview mirror. “We’re doing readings already, that’s it. Filming will start in another three weeks after he gets here. I’m hanging up now.”

“‘After he gets here’?” Kailee echoed. “So it is Taehyung! Oh my god, you’re going to get to look into the most beautiful eyes ever graced upon a man. I’m so fucking jealous of you! Are you going to get to kiss him??”

“The script is for a Christmas rom-com, Kailee. What do you think?”

She screamed. “OH MY GOD IT’S GOING TO BE THE BIGGEST MOVIE OF THE SEASON! I’M ACTUALLY DYING RIGHT NOW!”

“Goodbye, Kailee,” you said with a roll of your eyes, ending the call before she could say anything else. You turned your attention to your chauffeur as he approached the gates to the studio lot. “Do you think she’s right, George? You think it’s going to be the hottest movie of the season?”

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Tiger and Bunny said “What should our western young-20′s heartthrob successful pretty-boy deuteragonist be named? What screams ‘young’ and ‘trendy’ and ‘brilliant’ and ‘sexy’? Barnaby. Barnaby Brooks. This is our Sex Symbol Barnaby.” I bet a bunch of ghosts from the 17th century were stoked about that one. I bet Barnaby walks into gift shops asking if they have any of the travel keychains in his name and he gets laughed out of the store. I bet Barnaby’s parents didn’t die, they just faked their deaths to get away from him seeing as they hated him enough to name him Barnaby.

I haven’t followed Attack on Titan in 7 years but yall have a character named Pieck Finger. That’s it that’s my roast.

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“All of a sudden two decades have passed and you still have not kissed anyone with tongue, or kissed anyone at all for that matter, or had a 3 AM conversation with someone who would rather look into your eyes for ten minutes straight than talk. You have never worn a lover’s sweater or “forgotten” it at home in your bedroom just so you would have an excuse to see them again. You have never even stood face-to-face with someone who makes your hands shake so hard it feels like they’re both having a separate anxiety attack. This causes you much guilt and self-blame and sadness but above all, an overwhelming curiosity. Are you really that ugly, that unwanted, that uninteresting, that boring, that no one, absolutely no one, has ever looked at you like the only thing on earth? The answer is no. The better answer is that someone out there, somewhere in the world, is “wondering what it’s like to meet someone like you,” and they have two decades worth of love stored in their veins like a shoot-‘em-up drug, and they’re just about ready to inject it into someone else’s bloodstream. All you have to do is roll up your sleeves and wait for it to happen. At times you felt so lonely you could stand at the edge of a cliff with nothing beneath you but air and grass and a long, long way down, and you’d still feel emptier than that canyon itself. Maybe you even danced with yourself alone in your room a few times, arms outstretched around a ghost, pretending someone else’s hands were on your waist, someone else’s eyes boring into yours. Or maybe you fell temporarily in love with strangers on public transportation, fell in love with anybody who so much as accidentally brushed your hand on the way past. For you, falling in love with dozens of people a day was a coping mechanism for not having anyone to love you in return. But people are not eggs and falling in love with a dozen of them does not mean your shell will remain uncracked. One day you’re going to hit the point where you’re so desperate for human contact that you’re going to snap in half and all your love will bleed out like egg yolk. But someone out there is eating a bowl of Ramen noodles right now, or putting on slippers, or settling into bed. They are doing all the normal things that you’ve done in your own life. They are just like you. They have cellulite and extra fat in all the wrong places and goals and fears and doubts and bad handwriting. The truth is that they are just like you, and being just like you, they’re looking for a lover too. They’re what you might call a soulmate. They think they’re all alone in feeling the way they do, but you’re really both two halves of a whole. And one day you’ll meet them, bump into them on the street, and your two halves will be put together, and you’ll make one.”

— Writings For Winter - For Twenty Year-Olds who have never been loved  (via beepboopboopbeep)

I made a quiz because I was bored and I love color psychology. Figure out color is your soul using my own perception of the meaning of colors.

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