#He's gotten a confirmed 3 friends today

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Fluent Freshman - Part 18

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Weirdly enough the only thing that FF can think of as they head down the stairs is the first Saw movie.

That one happened IN a bathroom right? He kind of watched all of them in a row to prepare himself for whatever Andrew might decide to do to him. But he’s near positive that one happened in a bathroom. It was derelict and he didn’t think it really had running water (or did it? Didn’t the guy wake up in a half-full tub? His memory is hazy in his bathroom related desperation and may be trying to protect him from thinking about water).

All leading to the main thought going through his head as he slowly headed down the narrow stairway to his death.

Would Andrew let him use the facilities before he’s handcuffed to a pipe?

The worst part about all of this is that he is not sure if he needs to take a dump or if he just needs to fart, he knows he has to take a piss. He’s read that when you die your body will relax and it’ll all just flow out of you and Nicky gave him these pants so he feels bad but he also does not want to face his death without pants. If he needs to take a shit then they’re definitely going to be absolutely ruined, if it’s a fart well…Andrew can’t kill him any further? He can mutilate his corpse a little but FF won’t be around to experience it.

No matter what he’s definitely going to piss himself. He had way too much water at Sweeties trying to consume the spicy ice cream.

You may be wondering why FF has not run away from his predicament and is walking down these steps without protest or comment or plea for his life.

First of all he is pretty sure that if he makes any sudden movements he will ruin these pants that Nicky bought for him. Second of all Andrew had already told him once that he wouldn’t accept any pleading for mercy he still remembers how he asked Andrew, “Please give me back my pen?” and Andrew had shot him a look that had his stomach cramp and his fingers itch for the bottle sweet pink relief in his backpack.

“I don’t like that word, don’t use it around me.” He said.

FF ever the pragmatic sort, “Which one?” He had asked because he had said a few, “I don’t want there to be a misunderstanding.” He followed up with when Andrew glowered at him only for the glare’s intensity to increase 10 fold.

“Don’t use the first word of your first statement or the last word of your second.” Andrew grit out and got up to leave without a word.

Message received loud and clear Andrew did NOT like words ‘Please’ or ‘Misunderstanding’.

So FF knows that any pleading for mercy would ABSOLUTELY result in Andrew not letting him take a bathroom break before him and Captain Neil make destroying him into a couple activity. The fact that Captain Neil is here is a bit of a shock but maybe Captain Neil has finally gotten the other Freshman Dealer up to snuff.

Maybe Kevin really did want to dissect him to figure out how Strikers keep passing straight to him?

They reach the door at the bottom of the stairs.

Ah, time to face the music.

At least he’d texted Gran that he was going to die when they had gotten into the club and the bathroom had not made itself readily apparent. Sure it was about his current ‘gotta piss / gotta shit’ situation but he’d been wise to keep his cause of death vague in that text.

The door opens and…

This is the NICEST torture chamber FF has EVER seen. (And after his desperation watch of all the Saw movies he has seen quite a FEW)

“Minyard, Josten, and Guest. Table 6 is yours.” A voice comes from the side and when he looks over there’s a man in quite a nice uniform standing behind a soft-lit bar polishing a glass looking every bit like a bar tender at those high-end places you see in movies. He looks around a bit more and there are some other people down here. It’s not quiet per se but it is a comfortable level of noise in comparison to the IQ dropping noise upstairs.

“C’mon Smith.” Andrew juts his chin towards a table in the back.

FF follows but continues to try and fit this nice little room into his world view.

Do these people watch other people get tortured to death for fun on a Friday night? Unlikely considering the upholstery on the booths and chairs looked like it’d stain if blood got on it. Was this perhaps a trafficking location where Andrew would sell off his organs to the highest bidder? He looked at the other patrons who seemed a bit higher class than the general club scene upstairs but not like they had the money to buy one of his kidneys. Maybe-

“Do not tell Nicky about this place, ever.” Andrew says as they slide into the booth. FF nods but can’t help but tilt his head slightly in an unspoken question, “He would absolutely tell any and everyone about it. Eden’s wants to keep this place a secret from the general public.” Andrew explains.

“Nicky currently thinks that there’s a straight swingers club down here.” Captain Neil says with a huff of laughter.

“Eden’s is cool, even though there’s some sick shit in the basement.” Floats through his head again.

What the fuck was a swinger?

His fingers itch for his phone but he’s currently talking with Andrew and Captain Neil so that’d be rude but they’re talking to him like he absolutely knows what a swinger is and he DOES NOT.

“It’s quieter down here. Figured you’d prefer it.” Andrew says as he gets up and heads towards the bar down here where the bartender was aggressively cutting ice chunks.

He and Captain Neil sit in silence for a few seconds before Captain Neil offers him a slight smile, “I know you’d rather be with your grandma and you and Andrew prefer not to say things out loud but we’ve really liked hanging out with you.” Captain Neil says.

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That’s such a nice thing to say to someone.

Especially someone like FF.

Especially especially when they’re planning on killing him?

He hopes his confusion stays off his face as he nods once. “It’s been fun.” It’s not even really a lie. Thanksgiving yesterday had been nice and loud and FF had missed the chaos of a Family Dinner more than he had ever realized. The car ride had been…a time but once he’d asked Andrew to either keep his eyes on the road or let him out Andrew’s hands had stayed at 10 and 2 and the ride had been smooth. Aaron and Nicky’s weight against him had been nice too, a warm memory before he developed a possible life long aversion to whipped cream. He’d gotten to go Black Friday shopping and Captain Neil even helped carry it home for him. Baking bad been nice even if the stress of doing it with his life on the line was less so. The subsequent nap and day spent doing normal college guy things had been…it’d all been nice.

It’s starting to feel like….

“Drink this.” Andrew puts a drink down in front of him.

No Andrew definitely wants his bladder to burst.

“What is it?” He asks instead looking at the creamy looking drink with suspicion.

Andrew rolls his eyes as he hands Neil a fruity looking drink as he sits with what is a few fingers of scotch. “It’s virgin.” Andrew says not answering the question at all and must pick up that FF won’t be drinking it until he gets the full answer because he continues after a moment, “It’s like a Pina Colada but with bananas instead.” Andrew answers.

It’s not that FF hates banana but why in the world would Andrew grab him this? Was it just one of the few virgins options on this place’s fancy menu or-

“Bananas will help get your stomach acid back down.” Andrew says, “Since you’re an idiot and ate that mango ice cream just because you wanted to impress that girl.” He rolls his eyes.

“Impress that girl?” There weren’t any girls at the table and how in the world would him eating that god-forsaken spicy ice cream impress anyone other than Betsy. Even Betsy would only be impressed by the depths he was willing to reach just to avoid what he perceives as an awkward social situation.

“The waitress.” Neil reminds him as if that cleared anything up.

“Yeah,” he says as if he has understood the conversation but he has not. “It was spicy mango.” He says because maybe if he keeps the conversation going he’ll get enough context clues to understand what might be his last conversation.

Andrew let out a huff of laughter and pushed FF’s drink closer to him, “Drink your fancy Banana smoothie Casanova.” He says.

No closer to understanding the conversation he accepts that it might be something that only becomes clear after he sheds his mortal coil and is no longer given a -10 INT debuff by his full bladder and revolting stomach.

He takes a sip.

Oh that’s actually pretty good.

It feels like he can feel it sizzling in his stomach and soothing the discomfort there. Maybe he should look into Banana smoothies as a replacement for what Abby has called a ‘concerning co-dependence’ in regards to Pepto Bismol. No one can put him on a medical watch if it’s just banana smoothies he’s chugging down like they’re going out of style.

“Thanks,” he says, “that was good.” He admits before reaching into his jacket and moving past the Megamind toy and grabbing his wallet. “What do I owe you for that?” He asks.

“We’re even.” Andrew waves away the money.

“You bought the stuff for breakfast, those brownies, and the pie tomorrow.” Neil says and FF blinks surprised to hear that they were talking about the pie he didn’t think he was going to get the chance to make.

“You don’t need to buy a spot with us.” Andrew says and FF leans back slightly at the intensity on Andrew’s face as he says it. “I invited you here because I wanted to. The brownies were good but if you don’t feel like making the pie tomorrow? It’s not like I’m going to drive you back to Palmetto and leave you on Abby’s doorstep.” He says.

FF feels gears start to turn in his head.

“It’s good pie.” He hears himself say.

“I didn’t even know about the pie when I invited you.” Andrew says and…

Andrew and FF sit in silence but honestly it’s not like Andrew’s sharpening his knives. The two of them mostly just do their own work or read. FF has been getting his German literacy up to snuff so that he can read the language when he goes there to visit Nicky’s fiance next year. He likes how serious Andrew is about learning it so that he doesn’t have to ask Captain Neil a thousand questions and it’d be nice if Andrew wasn’t obviously planning on murdering him.

Andrew brings dried apples and sends Captain Neil along with probiotic yogurts to their meetings. Both of those things tend to soothe his stomach and the yogurt that had been unflavored before was now vanilla which he liked a fair bit. It would have been a really nice gesture if it wasn’t for the fact that Andrew was making fun of his tummy troubles.

Andrew will put his foot down in practice sometimes when Kevin is getting too demanding wanting to know exactly how FF intercepted his passes to Neil. Kevin always backs off and Andrew will do the same when Jack starts to get a little too personal in his attacks at FF or when Sheena decides she’s going to be a bitch. It’d be nice if it wasn’t Andrew staking his claim that he was the one who was going to make FF’s life miserable.

Andrew drove FF around for an hour after Greg had shown up. He found out later from one of his friends that Andrew had threatened Greg after he had power walked away into the building. Andrew had driven him around and had only started heading towards the tower when FF had relaxed. It would have been nice if Andrew wasn’t trying to lure him into a false sense of security.

Andrew had invited him to his Family’s house over Thanksgiving when the bad storm had ruined his Thanksgiving plans. Andrew had threatened Jack to stop him from eating his Grandma’s pie and complaining about it. Andrew had stopped messing around with Captain Neil when FF had made it clear he was uncomfortable being in a car where the driver wasn’t paying attention to the road. Andrew had twice made him go to bed in the last couple hours.

It’d be nice if…

“We’ve really liked hanging out with you” Captain Neil had said.

Andrew was just trying to be nice.

Embarrassment rolls over him like a wave but FF has many years of pretending like he’s not going to die from embarrassment, “Thanks for inviting me. I’ll still probably make the pie tomorrow.” He offers.

Andrew’s eyes change slightly and FF is under the impression that he’s happy to hear that.

“Just enjoy your drink Smith.” Andrew says.

FF does go back to sipping his drink and letting more and more memories of things Andrew had done come to him and lets his embarrassment grow.

He finishes his drink and only then realizes that he is a code red in terms of bladder capacity. The new knowledge that this is not a torture chamber but in fact yet another overture of friendship from Andrew paired with his desperation finally loosens the question from his mouth, “Where’s the bathroom here?” He asks.

“There isn’t one downstairs but just head up stairs and hug the wall to the left.” Captain Neil answers.

“Bring your phone. If Frank doesn’t recognize you to let you back in.” Andrew reminds him.

FF nods and heads out of the club and up the stairs.

He might be doing a bit of a potty dance so he forces himself to become unnoticeable because he does not need cool people at a cool club to see him about to piss himself. Once he enters into a stealth mode that the United States Military would like to talk to him about he hugs the wall and nearly cries tears of relief when he sees a door labelled MEN.

He doesn’t think about the possibility of letting up on stealth mode because he is sure that he is about to make a face that he does NOT want any human being to see when he unzips his pants and starts to take the world’s most life-affirming piss on the planet.

As his bladder empties his brain is able to process the understanding that he had come to down in the basement he had thought would be his final resting place.

Andrew has been trying to be nice (and succeeding it was all so nice! He feels like an asshole! He is an asshole! Gran always told him that assuming makes an Ass out of U and Me. He had just thought it was funny grandma humor not valuable life advice!)

The night wasn’t going to end with Andrew’s knife in his stomach, it was probably just going to end with Nicky puking on his shoes (which is fine because these are the shoes Nicky was letting him borrow for the club anyways, they’re his shoes to puke onto.)

A secondary relief fills his system. His stomach, soothed by the Banana smoothie and now this, feels like it might actually let him live through the night.

While FF was distracted with a piss that would have made any number of cult leaders jealous with the number of divine revelations he was experiencing he failed to notice a second man enter the bathroom.

There was a reason that FF always ALWAYS became noticeable when he was at a urinal and the man who came to the urinal right next to him was showcasing that VERY reason.

He was trapped here for at least ten more seconds and he could hear the man grumbling distractedly but didn’t really pay it too much attention until…

“Fucking Wesninski Brat.” He grumbled under his breath.

Oh god dammit.

NEXT

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#Fluent Freshman AU #FINALLY CAN PUT DOWN MY TAGS #You have no idea the number of times that I had to sing hollaback girl to myself during this #It was B-A-N-A-N-A-S #We have now closed the 'Andrew is going to crazy murder me' emotional arc #The 'Oh god if Andrew or Neil find out that I know Russian they're going to stop being my friends and hate me' arc begins #He's gotten a confirmed 3 friends today #And he got to go to the bathroom #He's riding a high #Not only is it 3 friends it is 3 friends who like him enough to invite him to spend the holiday break together #That's so nice #Andrew is so nice #FF cannot BELIEVE he thought Andrew 'eat these dried apples' Minyard was going to stab him #Captain Neil is lucky to have him #Also Andrew is lucky to have Captain Neil #Neil and Andrew are definitely down in the Speakeasy right now enjoying FF's bathroom break #Andrew's ordered FF another round of Banana daiquiri #Andrew: I can't believe he ate that ice cream. His stomach must have been killing him. #Neil: Yeah he was really pale and sweaty until he started drinking that banana drink #Neil: I'm a little worried about Smith finding the bathroom. Maybe I should go up? #Andrew hand on Neil's thigh: he'll be fine. We can go look if he's not back in 10. #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG #AFTG Shitpost #AFTG Fic #My Fic #Andreil #FF - Pt.18

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Festivities (NSFW) FT Sakura Miyawaki

Authors note: Sakura has been too hot this comeback, and it's her birthday today…so yeah enjoy

Part II

Sakura sighed as she sat alone on her birthday. She had expected this as her favorite boy toy had told her he would be busy but would make it up to her. Her other members all had schedules throughout the day which made it harder for her. Sakura hated being alone she liked being by herself and relaxing and reenergizing like a true introvert but hated the feeling of being alone. So after she did her birthday live color her surprised when she got a knock on the Door. She squints as she opens it and shock paints her face Daigo smiles and enters her area.

“Long time no see Kura.” the young man says to her. Sakura smiles

“Yeah oh my gosh, it has been so long. 3 years right?” Sakura asked. Daigo nodded.

“So how have you been?” Daigo asked

“Busy” Sakura replied

Daigo smiled, “Honestly same work has me drowning most days, but that's trivial. It's your birthday today! You know I had to come and celebrate with you. So what do you want to do today Kura?”

“Hmm? Let's go to the PC bang!” the Japanese woman said excitedly.

Daigo nodded but dreaded internally he knew what she was going to ask him to play with her and he was not happy about it. “What do you want to play Kura?”

“Destiny 2.” Daigo reels for a moment then shrugs.

“Okay,” he relents as the two of them go to the PC bang. Sakura is elated. She hated being alone as recently as it made her feel empty almost. After having spent so many years around sisters having the space all to herself felt wrong. She was surprised to see her gaming pen pal of many years but appreciated the company, especially since her usual boy toy was with Chaewon and her schedule. She supposed this is the reason you don't fuck your managers but Sakura needed it with all the anxiety and doom-scrolling she would often fall victim to she needed someone to vent her fury on to.

“So Diago when did you fly in?” Sakura asked as they walked together. She grabbed him tightly clinging to his warmth in the cool early spring air

Daigo counted in his hands “Um two days ago.” Daigo answered

“Was it just for me?” Sakura asked hopeful

“Of course, my little Cherry Blossom,” Daigo responded Sakura smiled and grasped him close tighter,

“Your Korean has gotten much better,” Sakura noted.

“Well, I have an excellent teacher.” Daigo praised Sakura she smiled. She loved how sweet and kind he was to her.

“How is everyone? This comeback has been…extensive from what I've seen.” Daigo asked choosing his words carefully as he saw a myriad of emotions in Sakura’s eyes. The main one is Fatigue.

Feeling comfortable Sakura slipped out of Sakura Miyawaki the it girl idol and fell into Kura.

“Oh god, it's overwhelming. Our company has been running us ragged. Can you believe they have us going to California right before the world tour?” Daigo raised an eyebrow. A world tour hadn't been announced previously, but he let it rest.

“Well for that Cali trip, I may be able to potentially confirm that you may or may not see a friend there.” Daigo obfuscated.

Kura looked at him confused, then asked,

“What state are you from Daigo? When you speak English your accent doesn't sound like this from anywhere.” Daigo smiled

“I'm from Cali Kura.” Daigo chuckled and watched as Kura put the pieces together.

“You're coming to visit?” Daigo nodded to which Kura smiled brightly and hugged him, but then a sad feeling washed over her

“I wish you could stay in Korea,” Sakura said wistfully.

“But then I wouldn't be your cool American friend I'd just be your loser gamer friend in Korea.” Daigo half-joked. He looked at Kura before adding. “Your hair is pretty this way I like it.” Sakura smiled as she twirled around accidentally whipping his face with her ponytail. Daigo reeled from her unintended attack. As Sakura turned around ( and realized what happened ) she profusely apologized for her actions, but Daigo took it in stride.

After the PC Bang and dinner, Daigo led Kura up to her dorm.

“So Kura need anything else?” Daigo asked politely as he stood in the open doorway. Sakura’s eyes narrowed.

“Yeah your cock.” she says huskily as she slams the door with surprising force. She quickly pulls down Daigo’s sweatpants and gets on her knees. She begins to mercilessly suck his cock

“Shit Kura.” Daigo hisses at her aggressive behavior. While it's a bit of a turn-on, it's still shocking she began to fondle his balls hoping to coax a large load from him

“Can you give me two loads for my birthday one large one down my throat and the other in my pussy, I need it,” she said as she came up for air. Before going back down on him. Daigo groans as he hardens in her mouth. After he's reached full mast Sakura smiles

“There we go.” she cooed as she led Daigo to her bedroom. Where she quickly resumed her vacuum-tight seal. As she sucks Daigo off she also lathers his cock with her spit before using her tongue to stimulate the tip before poking his slit with her tongue causing Daigo to jerk his hips. Sakura smiles around his cock. Seeing the usually calm and collected Daigo so flustered encouraged her to suck harder and harder until

“Fuck Kura I'm cumming.” Daigo said in English but Sakura based on his body still got the message as he exploded into her mouth. She kept sucking to extend his orgasm for as long as possible. Daigo eventually had to pry her off of him. Sakura opened her mouth to reveal his load and she swallowed.

“Thank you for the meal,” she said luridly before wiping the drool off her cheek.

The action itself was enough to get Daigo hard again. He dropped his pants and ripped Sakura’s off before lining up his cock with her pussy. Sakura gave a sexy lip bite to Daigo driving him wild and he plunged into her. Her sodden pussy greedily accepted the intrusion. Daigo grunted as he bottomed out.

“You're such a slut you know that?” Daigo said with a virile vigor as he whispered huskily into Sakura’s ear. Slowly he pulled out of her. As he did he said, “We go on one date and you're on your knees demanding two loads.” sakura’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Daigo slammed back into her sex hard sending a ripple through Sakura’s body. Daigo watched with Devilish glee as Sakura’s ass rippled.

“Oh fuck.” Sakura moaned

“Is that it are you just a breeding bitch in heat needing your stud to fuck and breed you,” Daigo said.

Sakura moaned. Her body tensed around Daigo’s cock at the mention of being bred. She loved it. The thought of being claimed by and filled to the brim made her wetter and tighter.

Daigo thrust into her deeper “Do you like that? Does the thought of being my exclusive breeding bitch make you wet?” Daigo asked.

“Oh God yes. Please make me yours. Ruin all other cocks for me.” Sakura moaned

Watching Sakura’s body and her responses made something click for Daigo “Has my little Breeding bitch been with other cocks. Bad girl.” Daigo said as he smacked her jiggly ass. Sakura’s tone took on an even higher pitch.

“Ah fuck, Ah fuck.” she moaned as Daigo thrusts into her relentlessly he never increases his pace. He keeps the same constant slow in and out but the intensity of the thrust is what wrecks Kura as she nears her climax.

“Are you close?” Daigo asks. Sakura looks over her shoulder and nods.

“Ready to become my breeding bitch forever?” Daigo asks and Sakura nods again giving in to her body’s demands

“Yes ruin stain my slutty pussy with your cum. All I'll be good for is breeding. Fill me. Make me yours.” Sakura screams before Daigo explodes in her pussy triggering Sakura’s orgasm. Daigo continues to fuck her through it. As Daigo drops more and more cum into Sakura’s cunt her orgasm high raises higher and higher. As their bodies continue a feral heat claims both of them as they continue fucking. Kura’s pussy begins to drip beneath them as Daigo continues to pound her sopping sex.

“Does my breeding bitch like her birthday gift,” Daigo asks with a noticeable lusted husk in his voice.

“Yes.” sakura moans unsatisfied. “I need more. Breed me again.”

“Such a greedy bitch. Do your other cocks make you feel this way?” Daigo questions.

Sakura’s body and mind were now Daigo’s, “no cock has ever claimed me like yours.” sakura said as Daigo kept ravaging her. Sakura’s words and body beginning to affect him as well. He was never this aggressive to a woman but something breeding and Kura activated something within him he didn't know he had, and it bonded him to her as much as she bonded to him.

“Fuck Kura your pussy is so tight.” Daigo praised, and Sakura was elated proud her stud liked her pussy so much.

“Don't you love the way my greedy pussy sucks in your cock.” Sakura said in a lusted daze

“Yeah, my breeding bitch has the best puss.” Daigo’s unexpected words of praise and his ferocity sent Kura over the edge again and she came again. Gone was the talented, accomplished, confident, and dominant megastar. In her place a dumb submissive and breedable bitch who was a cum dump for her stud. It was freezing to her.

Her surprise orgasm however took her partner by surprise and led to him cumming in her again. Sakura’s greedy cunt readily accepted the baby batter, but the fatigue of their activities prior caught up to them and they collapsed onto Kura’s bed together side by side. As they basked in the post-orgasm glow and enjoyed the company of each other a sad realization hit Sakura causing her to pout. As Sakura pouted, Daigo took Notice

“What's wrong Kura?” Daigo asked concern filling his voice.

“Now I'm going to miss you and that dick of yours.” she lamented. Daigo chuckled.

“Well I don't know about that second part but we can still play together.” Sakura’s pout slightly faded before saying

“Okay, but the next time I see you I want the same treatment.”

“What am I your boyfriend now or something?” Daigo teased

“Yes. Yes, you are. As of now, you are my stud and I am your breeding bitch got it?” Sakura asserted

Unsure of how to respond Daigo said “Um okay” Sakura smiled happy to get good games, good food, and good dick for her birthday. With all her needs met she fell asleep in Daigo’s big arms

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PINK IN THE NIGHT (teaser)

18+ / mdi

summary: you were like forbidden fruit for joshua; simply unattainable. no matter how much he wanted you, he knew you were jeonghan's. but what joshua didn't seem to realize was that his best friend was more than happy to share.

content: bf!jeonghan x reader, bf'sbestfriend!joshua x reader, cucking, afab reader, smut jeonghan's just rlly happy to see his two fave people together (in any and every context), voyeurism, poly dynamics, oral (m and f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.

(^ no actual content warnings in the teaser)

wc: 1.4k (teaser); 8.5k (full fic)

release date: january 26th

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a/n: i took way too long to finish this my bad .... anyways i hope u guys enjoy !! sorry there's not much in the teaser </3

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Joshua wasn't sure how much more he would take.

From the moment he had seen his best friend walk into the room with you by his side, he knew he was done for.

Granted, that had been the first time he had ever met Jeonghan's girlfriend, but all it had taken was one simple look for his ability to reason to completely leave him.

He wasn't sure what it had been. Maybe it was the confident grin on your face (one matching with that of Jeonghan's), or maybe the pretty dress you were wearing. Perhaps it was how affectionate you seemed towards Jeonghan (a trait that always drew Joshua to women). Or maybe it was just a bit of everything. He hadn't needed to get to know you, or even hear the sound of your voice before deciding he was infatuated by you. You were just his type.

His belief of you being tailored specifically for his liking was further confirmed upon Jeonghan's introduction of the two of you. Your personality just went with Joshua's perfectly. The two of you even shared a myriad of common interests, with the main one sadly being Jeonghan. Amidst his interest in you, Joshua had to keep it clear in his mind that you were spoken for. You were Jeonghan's, and that was something he just needed to respect.

Despite that having been your first meeting, Joshua had been made aware of your existence months in advance. It had been during a period of time when Joshua was away for individual promotions that you and Jeonghan had first met and eventually started dating. Joshua heard a lot about you through the phone and through text, but had been the last member to actually meet you. From Jeonghan's multiple accounts, you seemed like the perfect match for his unpredictable and slick-tongued friend. Upon meeting you, this description was thoroughly confirmed. Not only did your angelic appearance match that of Jeonghan's, but your peculiar personality was almost the same as his best freind's (and his too). You truly checked all boxes for the perfect partner for Jeonghan, and unfortunately, for Joshua too.

Now, it all could've been perfect had his pesky feelings not gotten in the way. What he had at first assumed to be simple physical infatuation was later confirmed to be actual emotional feelings. The more the got to know you, the more he liked you. And sadly for Joshua, he spent way more time with you than he would've liked.

Jeonghan was truly a family man in every sense of the word. There was nothing he loved and valued more than his family, as they were his drive in life. To him, family meant anyone he held close in his heart; meaning his actual family, you, and his members. Since Joshua had officially taken the role of Jeonghan's best friend many years ago, it was just common sense to assume that Jeonghan would pair the two of you up quite often in order to hang out with two of his favorite people. However, there were times in which it got a bit ridiculous.

For instance, a few weeks back when there had not been enough space in the car driving you to the airport and Jeonghan suggested you sit on Joshua's lap, saying something about how he was too weak to take any amount of weight on his lap for such an extended period of time. Now, that had to be out of the ordinary for a guy to do with his friend and girlfriend, right? Having your best friend hold your girl so close to him – on his lap – while she bounced every so often due to the commotion of the vehicle? That had to be considered at least eighty types of strange. Not only was it torture for Joshua to become overly familiar with the floral scent coming from your pretty hair pressed against his torso (how in the hell did you know what his favorite scent was?), but the feeling of having you snuggly in his arms also didn't help.

Another instance had been one in which the three of you went out while Seventeen was touring in Japan. It had all been fine and dandy until he'd noticed the necklace you were wearing. It was matching with the one Jeonghan had given him a few weeks prior, except he had told Joshua it was meant to be a friendship necklace. Looking over at Jeonghan, he realized there was no necklace on his neck. Had he bought the three of you matching necklaces but forgotten to wear his own? Joshua could've believed this thought, except this had not been the first time Jeonghan had 'forgotten' something like this. Just a few weeks back he had realized your phone case was matching yet another one of Jeonghan's identical gifts to him, all while Jeonghan had his usual phone case. When questioned about it, Jeonghan simply shrugged and claimed he forgot, insisting in getting a picture of you and Joshua with your matching items while you coo'd at the cute 'coincidence'.

However, these simple mismatches were not the worst of it, no. The worst of it had come in the form of his very affectionate friend translating his own affections towards you and Joshua. Instead of him being the one sharing his affections, he would often decide that he wanted the two of you to be touchy with one another. Joshua wasn't sure how he fell for it every single time. His friend would be cuddling you on the couch while Joshua unsuspectedly watched a movie with the two of you, only to find himself pressed up against you two by the end of the night. Jeonghan was a sneaky and calculated man. If he wanted you and Joshua cuddling, then he would get it without even having to ask. In other instances, he would somehow manage to get the three of you holding hands as you strutted about on the streets of whichever city you were located in at the moment (Did he mention that Jeonghan also liked to take you on tour with them?), with you always being in the middle of the two.

What Joshua didn't understand was why exactly Jeonghan was so willing to share you with him. Granted, none of your interactions were impure by any means, but they were always just a little too much. Joshua had only known you for a few months, and although he was your friend, he found himself being way more physically affectionate with you than he was with any other friends of his (sans his members, of course). Except it all felt natural to him. Jeonghan had somehow managed to condition both you and Joshua to feel extreme comfort around each other; enough to never question Jeonghan's antics when it involved the two of you.

You certainly never seemed to mind Joshua constantly third wheeling you and your boyfriend. At times, Joshua even felt like you were the one who wanted him around. You'd constantly throw him flirty smiles (or at least that's what he liked to believe), you'd never hesitate to engage in whatever antics Jeonghan pulled you into (whether it was a matching hoodie that Jeonghan seemingly forgot to wear yet again or hand holding across the streets of Japan), you'd excitedly text the groupchat Jeonghan had made.

All signs pointed towards you being completely content with the situation. This was yet another part of your dynamic with his best friend that made his brain beat at itself looking for answers. Did the two of you know about his feelings? Was this just an overly dragged-out ruse fabricated by Jeonghan in order to prank him? He knew his friend to be a bit of a weirdo when it came to his shenanigans (it was part of his charm, truly), but he also knew he'd never outwardly try and humiliate Joshua like that, so it was very unlikely that this whole thing had begun with that intention. Maybe his best friend simply adored being with both you and him, making him always pair you up to maximize the time he spent with the two of you. That's what Joshua decided to go with, at least. His only issue was that he was unsure of how long he could keep his feelings for you at bay, specially with the constant proximity between you and him.

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The Boss's Plaything [18+ Ateez Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader]

Paring: Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader

Yandere songhwa x Reader if you squint at the end. Warnings: Yandere dark themes!! NSFW Non-con, Mentions of hurting other people, jealousy, voyeurism. Choking, knee grinding, no protection (BAD) Disclaimer: This in no way reflects any of the real Ateez members. This is my own fan content :> I also do not endorse these kind of relationships. Enjoy with your own mental heath in mind <3 Word count: 2.5k "You know what they say about Office romance."

Working for Kim Hongjoong was an experience. Long days, short deadlines, and odd requests were quite normal. However, the pay was terrific, along with the benefits. Also, you had the fortunate situation of studying and being best friends with him before his creation and rise of the Cromer Corp. You, him, and Songhwa were good friends. You and he naturally followed Hongjoong after schooling to help him with his dreams. He was ruthless but hard-working, and you knew this company was his whole life, and you wanted nothing more than to see him grow and achieve that.

So, you started your day seemingly like any other. 5:30am Two americanos, one black with extra ice for him, the further your own with cream and sugar. You liked things sweet. 

Little did you know, so did he.

You called up the elevator to his high-end apartment, going through your phone and seeing the schedule for today. Meetings, some project updates, and, of course, The Halazia Party. You and Hwa had been running ragged along with the other branch heads. Well, mostly, you had to keep Woo and San more to task than the others. 

You have gotten along very well with the other branch members. All brilliant in their rights, you always felt a little out of place. You know the lower associate whispered that you didn't quit having the background or shine they did and that you had only gotten this position due to your friendship. First, do your best to ignore those and work as hard as possible. You never wanted to bother Hongjoong with that stuff. 

You opened the door with your hip, put the coffee down at his desk, and opened the blinds, looking around his office. It was just like him. It was clean but had a carefully cultured style. Everything in the room had meaning. Small, expensive gifts were the case from investors, and his awards and degrees were also put in specific positions on the counters around the room. Only one thing was slightly out of place. You pick it up from the right side of his desk. A picture Hwa had taken of both of you in school. You were laughing at something happening on screen, and Hongjoong had a rare small smile on his face, looking up at you. Not that he didn't smile. He had the charming smile he saved for clients or investors and his "demon face" when he put someone in their place. This was a smile you didn't see often, but you caught glimpses. 

Only when looking at you.

"Y/N. I see your habit of coming in unannounced still going strong."

You smile to yourself, turning. Hongjoong was already dressed impeccably. His hair spilled black and bleached and slightly slicked back. A sly played on his lips, looking you up and down. To check if you are dressed appropriately, of course. He was so particular about fashion.

Boy, did that skirt he had bought you hug your curves.

"Yeah, well, I want to ensure you had sun and coffee for when you got in. It is a big day."

You beam at him, but he sits, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at his computer but still giving you glances.

"We do. Have you and Songhwa finalized the food, venue, and security?"

You nod and start listing off confirmations and any other information that he would need to know. Emails he needs to answer or reminders.

You worked so hard for him. Even since school, what you lacked in pure born talent you made up with hard work, determination, and empathy. He loved to see how hard you tried for him. To impress your best friend turned boss. It more than stroked his delusional ego. You were his best project, along with Cromer Corp, of course. A sweet, nervous girl, pure and so tentative. It was easy to fall for you and keep you in his clutches. Hongjoong has liked to collect things ever since he was young, whether it be things, money, or people. 

His carefully created branch members and brand. You and Songhwa are the jewels. Park Seonghwa, someone who he found was the only person to match him, a perfect right-hand man for all aspects of his business. Even the more unsavory parts that you didn't know about. Then there was you, Y/N. The sugar in this recipe. His one guilty pleasure. Something to be carefully shaped and modeled into his perfect little plaything.

Tonight, he was going to take that next step.

"I don't want to wear this. It will look silly. It looks like a collar."

You frown at Songhwa as he helps you zip up your dress. He bites his lip, eyeing the leather in your hand. He knew, of course, that Songhwa knew everything about his boss. 

Things he had helped Hongjoong with. The threats of the people who wanted to talk to you in school, then the carried-out threats on the people that threatened his friend's careful little relationship. There was one part of him. The empathetic human part that made him squirm thinking about it was the blood and screams. However, he knew he was no different. He liked the neat little world Hongjoong and Y/N had with the other members. He also would do anything to keep that peace. Even if it meant dooming you to your part in his plan.

"It is fashionable Y/N. You know he will throw a fit."

He takes it, slipping it over your neck, fixing the latch so it is tight but uncomfortable. He glances at the ceiling, a slight shine of a camera only seen by the tall man. He gives it a quick look:

"Are you watching? This is what you wanted, isn't it, Sir."

You smile, greeting the guests, trying to hide your slight annoyance. For the event, Hongjoong liked to dress you and all of the members. Typically, he had you in a simple but still conservative outfit. This was not the case. A tight red dress is lined with lace dancing around your hips and chest. The leather band with a latch in the back and a tiny hourglass charm in the front only made you feel more self-conscious. 

You took a sip of your wine in your glass, waved over by Jongho and Mingi, sitting at a far table. Both dress smartly, of course, but with their own personalities shined in. Jongho had a more straightforward, classic fitting for the head of HR, while Mingi had more colors and tight pants showing his old legs, perfect for the marketing head. You flop in the chair next to them, fanning yourself. 

"Thanks for calling me over. I need a break just for a moment before I do my rounds on the other side."

"Joong, has you rubbing around in a dress like that? he must be crazy. Minji winks at you.

You roll your eyes.

"Yea, yea, I know I look ridiculous in this. I don't know what Hongjoong is thinking."

you pick at the dress, painfully aware of any "flaws" it shows.

"I don't think that is what he meant, Y/N."

The younger man sips his drink, looking into your eyes with a ... knowing look? What was that about? 

You playfully hit him, standing up and stretching. You feel a hand sneaking around your waist, pulling you to his side; you let out a small yelp.

"There she is. I have been looking all over for you. I need help with something."

You look at the handsome face of Hongjoong. He is dressed to the nines like always in a front tye suit, the inner shirt matching your own dress, a pocket square of the same lace in his front pocket. His mouth pulled into an odd smirk, his eyes lingering below your chin. You don't haul away used to his closeness by now. Hongjoong always said he liked to be more hands-on with things.

He really did enjoy handling his "things."

"I was just taking a short break. Did the Reps from Stay Offices come yet. I know Chan and Bin said they would-"

Hongjoong ran his finger on your chin and traveled lightly with his nimble gloved fingers to the collar, tugging it ever so slightly.

"This looks good on you, Y/N. It really suits you."

Your ears got warm as you met his eye, not pulling away in embarrassment. 

"Is this some joke calling me your pet, huh? I get enough slack from the associates."

You laugh light-heartedly, but he doesn't match you playing with the small charm eyes cold.

"I told you to tell me if anyone was giving you trouble, Y/N I would handle them."

Mingei and Jogho cough, getting up and waving at you. 

"That is our cue to head out and schmooze. You both have fun~"

Mingi winks again, and Jongho looks at you slightly. Was that worry? You just brushed it off, turning back to your boss.

"It is fine. Harmless teasing, I promise I am a big girl. You don't need to take care of me so much. I am supposed to do that for you!"

You smile, holding his face and rubbing his cheek lightly. His whole body seemed to soften at your touch, but he pulled away quickly, looking around, making sure none of his business partners had seen this moment. You weren't ready yet, after all.

"Y/N. Can you come with me quickly? I need to speak to you about something."

You tilt your head, letting go and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Are you sure? People are still-"

"This can not wait."

You already have made him wait too long.

You walk into his office, slightly nervous. You run through your head everything that needs to be done. The food tasted and perfect, you triple-checked every guest. What could-

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

He steps forward, cornering you to his desk, putting his hand on it, boxing you in, and smiling at you.

This was a new smile, almost.

Predatory. his black eye held something more than the softness or anger. 

"Well, the dress you picked out was perfect, as always. Was this all you needed to"

He cuts you off again, pulling you by the leather collar onto his pouty lips, his other hand pulling you against him. He lets a soft moan into your mouth, a release almost as you feel his hand grope your backside and something poke your leg.

Your brain goes a mile a minute. Shock, confusion, anger, and something else mixed inside you. You try to pull away, but he grabs you harder, forcing his tongue into your mouth and mixing his saliva with yours. You continue to struggle, but it seems to only strengthen his grip. After another minute of young wreaking in your mouth, he pulls his mouth away just so slightly to gently kiss the top of your ear.

"That's a good plaything. Y/N, you were waiting for this, weren't you."

You quickly shake your head, face and ears hot.

"Hongjoong, a-are you drunk or something that's going on?"

He only laughs, his knee sliding up between your legs, rubbing the soft fabric of your clothes sex.

"Halazia can mean Hearts awakened Y/N. I chose tonight to awaken your heart and mind to your rightful place. Next to me. Forever."

He nuzzles into your neck, kissing it lightly, knee rubbing faster; you let out a whimper, hands on his chest, and you try to push away from him.

"Hongjoong, please, I don't; you are my boss. We are best friends. Let's go back to the party. You must have been drinking too much."

Hongjoong rows into your shoulder, pushing you onto his desk, the objects painfully cutting into your back. He stands between your legs, rutting into between your legs, his eyes lidded and breathing heavily.

"I don't think so, Y/N. I have let you simmer long enough. It is time for my meal. You. Are. Mine."

He rips up your dress roughly, pulling down the thin fabric of your panties. You scream, but it is cut short by another kiss. Even rougher this time mixed with whispers of.

"That's a good girl."

and 

"Look nice and wet for your Sir already, are you."

Your brain screams for him to stop, but your body heats up, enjoying the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit gently as her ravages your mouth. He pulls away, leaving you rambling and light-headed, before undoing his pants and rubbing the top of his cock on your slit.

"How long I have waited for this day, Y/N. You have no idea. You were teasing. The frustrated night, the people I had to hurt to keep you my perfect plaything. All min now."

Before you can question him, he trusts you. Thanks to his fingers, your body was prepared, not your mind. This was Hongjoong, who you loved like a best friend whom you followed, loved, and supported your whole adult life. You had no idea he had these feelings and weren't sure you liked them. 

You fought his thrusts in vain. He was too strong, and the adrenaline of finally fucking the love of his life only boosted that his lips found your chest young, hungrily licking around your sensitive bud. You wiggle under him, trying your best not to call out in pleasure that was coming in waves from your core. He stood up, egged on by your little noises.

"That's it. You are taking me so well, Y/N. Look at how perfectly your little pussy fits around me. Take it, take me inside of you, let me fill you with all my cum. Let me fill your womb that is begging for my seed. My precious little plaything."

He closes his hand around your throat, resiting your air as he mercilessly pounds into you, the object cutting your skin. With repeated motions, he lets out a hiss as he pours inside you.

"F-fuck, that's it, take it. Take it like the good object you are."

You bite into your lip, drawing out blood. The metallic taste mixes with his taste in your mouth. as your body betrays you. His love filling your already sore and abused pussy is too much. Everything was already too much. His confession, anger, and mark on my heart, body, and soul. You could only mutter out jibberish as you lay on his desk, the picture of both of you beside your arm.

He grinds into you, taking out his phone to take another picture. He could also frame this one but keep it on his desk, and then he would have to send it to Songhwa to give him a better angle after all. He waves at the small red light his other assistant thought he didn't know about hiding on the shelf. 

"You will enjoy your new position with me, Y/N. I will make sure of it."

Author note: *Cries* this was a heck in a half I am not great with real people, but the great Kpop Yandere writers have been such an inspiration for me I wanted to try <3 Thank you for your support :> reminder my asks and requests are open!

#yandere smut #yandere thoughts #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere writing #tw non con #tw: yandere #yandere boy #ateez yandere #yandere ateez #yandere kpop #yandere male #tw yandere #yandere drabble #yancore #yandere hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #songhwa #ateez songhwa

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even if they talk; trent alexander-arnold smau

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x nepobaby knowles!model!reader

face claim: taylor russell

summary: people will criticize everything, but there is someone who will never fail you, and that was trent.

warnings: mostly fluff, angst (bit of hate and critics towards reader).

note: this is my first smau i hope it's not too bad! i would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions, also requests are open! — venus 🫂💐🫧

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user1 the best out there

user2 unreal 🔥🔥🔥

user3 let's go reds!

ynknowles congrats! is there some secret routine helping you before the game to be that amazing? 🤔

↪trentarnold66 Maybe.. But I can't share any details here 🤫

↪user4 ARE WE MISSING SOMETHING????

↪user5 whats so interesting??? share with the class????

user6 yn and trent interacting??? i- wow

↪user7 if i hadnt seen it with my own eyes id say everyones tripping

user8 are they implying something or is just me

↪user9 I THOUGHT EXACTLY THE SAME

user10 YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF ynknowles

user11 LET HER COOK

↪user12 girl i think they've already had a feast

user13 wtf is yn doing here

↪user14 she ruins everything good

user15 i hope trent doesnt distract w this... cant even say it

↪user16 yeah we know what she did to her exes so...

↪user17 put some respect on beyoncé's daughter's name and inform yourself before talking, mind you

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user trent can do so much better than yn. she just wants to stay relevant

user shes using trent because she has no talents to show

user i've heard rumors about how yn's exes have ended. trent, watch your back, my man.

↪user you talk as if she murdered them??? plus she never did anything to any of her exes you're just talking bc it's free

user i just hope that trent can open his eyes asap

user what a disappointment from trent. i thought he was better than dating a spoiled kid with too much time and money in her hands

user y'all are just jealous that she has what many desire 1. money 2. fame 3. beauty 4. trent's dick

user why is everyone jumping to conclusions though? we should give them the space to tell us whenever they feel ready

user i love how haters act like they know everything about yn's life and they dont know shit

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ynknowles paris you are the vibes ⭐️ so damn proud of my little blue and this mind-blowing tour, i love you momma beyonce !

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beyonce Love you endlessly, my angel. You know how much your support means to Blue. 💙

bellahadid Prettiest fairy in the world.

troyesivan mmm alright??? why are you so perfect???

user18 no trent here though 🤷‍♀️

user19 this is the confirmation about how yn just uses trent

user20 ugh. i hate these nepobabies who think the world revolves around them

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ynknowlesupdates Yn Knowles in Anfield today with friends! This is the first time we've seen her in public in three months.

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user1 i cant stand her 😒 smile or smth if youre gonna see your "boyfriend"

↪ ynfan1 if you cant stand her then poke your eyes with a spoon and dont bother 😁

ynfan2 omg this will be the first match that she attends. i hope she enjoys it!!!! (win please)

ynfan3 I MISSED HER SO MUCH IM GLAD SHES WELL

ynfan4 baby looks tired of people taking pics of her 😕 i wanna hug her

↪user2 but shes there for that??? she loves attention

↪ynfan5 or maybe just MAYBE she wants to support her boyfriend??

ynfan6 TODAY I WAS MISSING HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHE LOVES ME

trentfan1 WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING THERE?? i though we had gotten rid of her 😩

user4 if we lose today you know who is to blame...

trenfan2 over and over again i will repeat it until trent leaves her, shes with him for fame

↪ynfan7 yeah cause trent is soooo worried about what you think right???

user5 i bet shes there just for the cameras

trentfan3 yn trying to be a wag is so cute and laughable. she doesnt even measure up to the real ones.

↪user6 ikr? shes trying so hard poor girl

trentfan4 the fact that she goes with her friends 💀💀 i bet no wag would want to be seen with her

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trentarnold66 Just clever people can handle how flawless my queen is. Happy first anniversary, my love. I love you madly, always. No need to demonstrate anything on social media when we're tellin' each other how much we love at every hour. ❤️

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ynknowles i love love love you so fucking much you dont have an idea

↪trentarnold66 i love you more more more than you could imagine

ynknowles thank you for being the most perfect man ive ever known t ❤️❤️❤️❤️

↪trentarnold66 i just try my best to be on your level, lovely

beyonce You are such a gentleman, Trent! Grateful for the way you take care of my angel.

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ynfan8 A YEAR??? BUT IF WE FOUND OUT FOUR MONTHS AGO

↪trentfan5 i feel so stupid how did they hide it so well 😦😦

trentfan6 shut them up trent

trentfan7 THATS A GOOD MAN!!!! men just take notes rn

bellahadid Thank you for taking care of the purest woman in this world, Trent 💖

ynfan9 not bee and bella thanking him 🥺🥺

↪trentfan8 im gonna cry he must be so cute

↪ynfan10 no bc she surely spent some tough months with the hate towards her and he sure was the supportive boyfriend as he should 😭😭

trentfan9 WHY NO ONES TALKING ABOUT THE BATMAN KEYCHAINS???

↪ynfan11 nonononooooo i love them best couple in the world

ynfan12 the pics he takes of her, the caption, everything 😪😪😪 god send me a man like that

trentfan10 the people who said they were going too fast must be regretting it 🤭

ynfan13 im afraid we'll find out they have kids when they're in uni, lmao. happy anniversary you two!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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of grocery lists and spilled (oat) milk

PAIRING: mark lee x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 3.2K

SUMMARY: sure, keeping your grocery list in Mark Lee's dms may seem like next level delusional but it can't do any harm, right?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: for my lovely @strwbrysunday who inspired this and for being there always for every step of my delusional writing process <3 In case I don’t pull something together in time, we can count this as a VERY early bday tribute to Markly

WARNINGS: fluff, romantic meet cute, light swearing, rekindling romance, childhood friends to lovers

PLAYLIST: Broken Melodies and Like We Just Met by NCT Dream

Life is but a dream, we got history

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Your alarm is blaring in your ear as your cat licks the tip of your nose, jolting you awake to see hot sun streaming in your bedroom window. How bright the room is has you scrambling for your phone, desperately hoping you hadn’t overslept (again).

Your phone screen confirms the worst as you whip back the covers and slide into fluffy slippers next to your bed, knocking a cup over as you reach for your cat’s food in the kitchen and spilling some of it in the process. She happily purrs against your bare legs before starting to eat slowly out of the small tray and you realize you’re going to have to drink the shitty office coffee since you’re both out of espresso pods and oat milk.

You quickly shower and are out the door in record time, thanking yourself that you hadn’t unpacked your work bag when you had gotten home late the night before. Work has been brutal lately, giving you barely any time in the evenings to yourself and you’ve never been one to wake up early in the morning. You know you have to go to the store today so you plan to try to sneak out a bit early to get your essentials.

Once you’re settled in the train car for your twenty seven minute ride, you work through a couple emails to get a head start on work before turning to your grocery list.

You glance to your side to see if anyone is looking over your shoulder at your phone, knowing the unconventional location of said list would seem questionable to a passerby.

Even you can admit that your delusional habit you had started ages ago was a little strange, but it felt comforting at this point and wasn’t hurting anyone. You opened up your Instagram DMs and tapped into the extremely one sided conversation with a charming, smiley rapper with 11.5M followers who did not know you existed.

Yes, you kept your grocery lists (and other important info you needed to find quickly) in Mark Lee’s DMs. 

It had started as a joke a few years ago when you had finally admitted to your closest friend in the city that you and Mark had gone to summer camp together when you were kids. It had only been for a couple years but you remembered it like it was yesterday. The early morning kayak trips, knocking bare knees around a late night campfire, and how he used to sing you to sleep accompanied by the soft strumming of his guitar from the steps of your cabin. 

You had followed his career ever since, listening to new songs as they were released, watching him on variety shows, and flipping through magazines whenever you saw his stunning face and bold style gracing the covers. You enjoyed seeing the short poems he would post on his stories or read out loud on the rare live he would do after shows.

Your friend had encouraged you to slide into his DMs at the time, purely motivated by her desire to meet his dancer best friend that he was sometimes spotted with at the most exclusive clubs. You had tapped open the message conversation with him and in typing quickly, accidentally pasted your short grocery list into the chat. She had laughed at you and you sent the message anyways, knowing that there was no way he would reply or ever even see it in his message requests.

You had a solid amount of followers for someone who didn’t work in the entertainment industry due to the app you had helped develop rising in popularity in the past few months. You sometimes helped out with filming vlog content for the website or TikToks but mostly kept to yourself and didn’t really have any interest in being internet famous.

Since you had first put your grocery list in Mark’s DMs, you had used the space to put little notes to yourself, including a drunken ramble one night about how 16 Personalities has royally fucked up everyone’s perception of MBTI.

Today, you opened up the message to add in your latest essentials, putting oat milk in all caps since the last few times you went you somehow managed to forget it. You needed food for the week, chicken and veggies, some other basics like mascara and tampons and remembered running low on cat treats.

Sliding your phone back into the front pocket of your bag, you let your eyes flutter shut for the rest of the ride to work, finally feeling the adrenaline of waking up late wear off.

Many hours later you are angrily typing on your computer, finishing up some code review for the development team, eyes flicking repeatedly to the clock in the bottom of your screen.

“I’m sorry you had to stay late, you should head out soon before it starts raining harder,” your coworker messages you, leaning from behind their monitor across the open office space, offering you a small smile.

You send off a couple frustrated emojis before typing up your feedback for the team in an email, feet already sliding into your rain boots you kept under your desk for gloomy days like today.

Checking your watch, you realize you are barely going to make it to the grocery store if you don’t leave now. The only benefit will be that it should be pretty empty this late at night. After a short train ride, you’re pushing a cart through the empty aisles, grabbing what you need and humming lightly to yourself. There are a few fellow late night shoppers milling about alongside the workers stocking the shelves for the next morning.

You grab the last item on your list just as a series of yawns hit you, making your way to the self-checkout area. You are about to scan your first item when you glance down at your cart, noticing you’ve managed to forget the oat milk again.

“Fucking…” you murmur under your breath, dropping your pack of tampons back into the cart and spinning on your heel, heading towards the back of the store to quickly grab the milk.

You’re almost back to your cart when you hit a wet spot on the floor, slipping in a dramatic, banana peel comedy sketch moment, falling hard on your back, managing to catch the back of your head with your hand before it collides with the linoleum floor.

The oat milk cartons in your hands crash to the floor, one of them starting to leak out in a milky puddle next to you.

Suddenly a masked face appears over you, white cloth covering most of his features, dark eyes holding a confused look. You are breathing heavily and blink a couple times to clear your vision.

“Yo…are you okay?” comes a loud and worried voice, holding a hand out in an offer of help.

You feel a little light headed but accept the hand anyways, allowing yourself to sit up and meet the eyes of the young man now crouching next to you on the wet floor.

“Uh yeah…yeah…the floor was we-” your speech is cut off suddenly as he pulls down his mask, shaking dark hair from his eyes and making eye contact with you again.

Kneeling in a puddle of rainwater and oat milk was none other than the man whose DMs you had monopolized for the past few years and the name you had moaned late at night with your hand shoved under your covers. It was the face you had studied countless times in high resolution photos from the airport posted on Twitter, a face that you had memorized down to the prominent mole on his cheek and the curves of his shining white teeth. Mark Lee had just watched you bite it on the floor of the grocery store right before closing.

You can barely keep eye contact with Mark as you stand up, looking down to see damp pants and your shirt rumpled. Embarrassed, you thank him under your breath, reaching down to pick up the milk cartons and tossing them in a nearby trash can. You quickly begin scanning the items from your cart with shaky hands, placing them in your tote bag, hoping to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Did you remember the cat treats?” he asks quietly, pushing the black hood off his head and stepping closer to you, handing you a carton of strawberries from your basket.

You lift up your gaze to meet his, mouth falling open at his question. His eyes are big and kind and he has a shy but warm expression on his face, plump pink lips settling into a pout as he finishes his question.

“You…read those messages? I’m uh…Mark…Lee…Mark Lee. I’m so sorry…” you ramble, brain scrambled and swimming with all other reasons why he could have asked that, praying that he somehow hadn’t been reading your messages all these years.

“How could I not when the cute girl from summer camp kept me informed on every little detail of her life,” he replied, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling bashfully as his fingertips made contact with your now flushed cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Mark, I didn’t think there was any way you would remember me and it just kind of became a habit,” you stuttered out, scanning your last item and reaching for your wallet. You were acutely aware of how close he had gotten and silently hoped your makeup still looked good and that your hair had stayed lightly curled from yesterday’s styling. Every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire and you knew how red your neck had to be getting.

“I got it, but don’t forget the oat milk,” he offers as he scans a carton of the same brand from his own cart before swiping his card on the reader to pay for your groceries. You are once again stunned but tip your head down in a silent thanks.

“But for real, thank you for recommending this brand, it’s the best!” he laughs, scratching the back of his head awkwardly and grabbing your bags for you.

“I can’t believe you remember me,” you say quietly, a grin settling across your face as the two of you walk out of the store. His hand is brushing up against the back of yours as he keeps close to your side, popping open an umbrella to shield you from the light rain that hasn’t quite cleared yet.

“I’ve thought about you a lot over the years, but also know our lives took us in different directions. But I always hoped you were supporting me from a distance,” he replies candidly, tapping into his phone before handing it to you with an open contact card screen.

“Now, can you please give me your number so I can call you and we can go on a real date that doesn’t involve you laying a puddle of milk?”

“Hey, maybe that’s my idea of a perfect first date!” you laugh out, quickly adding yourself as a contact in his phone before handing it back to him. Your heart is pounding as your fingers brush against his, unable to believe that this is happening. You half expect to sit up in your bed any moment, thinking that all the videos you studied about lucid dreaming must have finally paid off.

He chuckles, closing the umbrella as the rain comes to a stop at the most picture perfect moment. The air smelled fresh in the post storm haze, fog settling lightly around you amongst flickering streetlights and the hum of city sounds. He reaches back to pull his hood up, covering dark and piecey short hair, hanging perfectly at the sides of his forehead. Whenever he turns his head, you catch a glimpse of an intricate pattern buzzed into the shorter sides, exposing flashes of his scalp in contrast to his dark hair. 

Your eyes trail down his face and take in his full frame for the first moment since you first encountered him in the store. He’s broader than you had imagined, your height difference the same as when you had known him as a kid, but his arms look strong and tight jeans leaving little to the imagination. His face is bare but immaculate, brows perfectly coiffed and lips plump and moisturized.

He clears his throat lightly at you ogling him and you meet his sparkling eyes again as he sits your bags gently on the ground next to him, placing a tentative hand on your lower back.

“Yes?” you ask teasingly, batting your eyelashes a little for good measure, suddenly feeling confidence bloom within you. He sighs before speaking again and you feel the tension and nervousness between the two of you start to melt away.

“Ever since you sent me those videos on Halloween, I’ve been having to stop myself from sliding into your DMs like some sleazy asshole,” he mutters, voice suddenly lower and strained as his pinky finger brushes up against yours, linking with it and swinging lightly.

You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, trying to think back to what videos he could be talking about. Hazy memories of your drunken night out to multiple bars and house parties start flooding in as you begin to remember what you wore that night. 

Golden fabric and black strappy laces from below your navel up to your neck flash in your mind and you suddenly remember your cheetah costume that was less than safe for work. Those heels went straight in the trash when you got home because while they made your legs look amazing, they gave you the worst blisters of your entire life.

“...I did not send you videos that night,” you start cautiously, placing a hand on his chest to ground yourself. You are trying to force the memories forward but all you can think of is the countless shots you took with your friend and some sloppy make out sessions on the dance floor.

He chuckles, nodding silently and letting his forehead fall towards yours, pressing against yours tenderly. It did bring you comfort but also made your heart skip a beat.

“I am…mortified,” you sigh, blinking up at him from the awkward angle.

“Don’t be, you looked fucking hot,” he breathes out, warm breath minty and fanning out across your lips.

His lips are on yours seconds later, hand sliding down towards your ass and pulling you closer into him. He breaks away from you, inches from your lips, checking your face for any sign of discomfort, only to find lust laden, hooded eyes blinking rapidly.

You surge forward to capture his lips again, bringing your hand up to his neck and digging your nails into the skin there. His tongue presses against your lips eagerly and you give him access instantly, a soft whine buzzing against his mouth. You lose all concept of time and space, forgetting you are standing on the empty downtown streets in front of the market, in the arms of one of the most famous musicians in the world.

You break away first, having to calm your breathing pattern and releasing the material you were gripping on his chest.

He chuckles and slides his hand up your back, massaging your shoulder lightly through your raincoat. He’s so much more gentle and tender than you could have ever imagined and you struggle to maintain eye contact with him.

“I can’t believe all I had to do was buy a carton of oat milk to finally kiss my first crush after all these years,” he laughs out, leaning in to gently nuzzle at your hair.

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“Do you need me to add anything to our grocery list? You know, it’s almost been two years since we started it, I think,” Mark laughed out a little loudly, despite being close to your ear in Taeyong’s crowded apartment.

“Wait, I thought you two just moved in together recently?” Jaemin cackles, taking a long sip of beer. You didn’t realize he was eavesdropping on your conversation, assuming he had been too focused on Jeno’s karaoke performance happening in the center of the room.

You dip your head down, embarrassed by the fact that Mark’s closest friends still didn’t know the full details of your reunion and start of your relationship. You had sworn him to secrecy, telling him he could fill them in on the past camp days and make up some story about how the two of you had met at an art gallery opening.

“Oh Jaem, haven’t you heard of our adorable meet cute?” Mark asks mischievously, nudging your knee with his and dragging his lips over your ear. His eyes tell you everything, just as they always had, just like when you first met.

“Oh do tell,” he gushed, letting his chin drop into his hand with his elbow propped up on his crossed legs. He tapped his cheek with his fingers, wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you.

While you refused to let Mark share the story of years of grocery lists and your fall at the market check out, you did let him share how he asked you to move in with him a few months prior.

On a normal Friday morning you had pulled open the fridge, reaching in without looking, and feeling your hand brush against an unfamiliar piece of paper on the oat milk. 

A watermelon shaped post-it note (that had seemingly been “borrowed” from your desk) was taped to the front of the carton with hurried handwriting in a statement that made your heart flutter.

I hate this distance and I hate singing broken melodies. Move in with me &lt;3

The carton almost slips from your fingers but you manage to catch it and pour some with a shaky hand into your waiting tumbler.

Pulling your phone from your jeans pocket, you lean your back against the counter, petting your cat’s head as she emerges from her favorite spot behind the toaster oven. 

Opening Instagram, you tap into your conversation, adding a to do list in the same format you usually used for your grocery lists.

To Do List: Help my new roommate pick out more comfortable pillows for the bed -.-

Typing bubbles appear almost immediately, and a string of sappy emojis and voice notes start flooding in from Mark.

It’s still surreal to see replies from the message thread that had been one-sided for so long. You still message in Instagram from time to time, finding comfort in the space, despite spending hours on the phone each day and being in almost constant contact via other messaging apps.

A knock at your door pulls your attention and you have to dab your eyes with the back of your hand where tears have pricked up. A couple large boxes are waiting outside your door and you drag them inside before snapping a picture to send to Mark. You had planned a camping trip for later in the summer, looking forward to reliving those muggy summer nights spent chasing fireflies, spending your days reading in a hammock and falling even deeper in love with the boy who first made you feel special all those years ago.

#nct x reader #mark lee fanfic #mark lee x reader #mark lee #nct dream x reader #nct dream fanfic #serenity wrote something nice and angst free for once #are you proud #serenity’s love letter to markfs

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Baskets and Babies | pt. 2

a/n: got home today and just knew it was time to post pt 2 of this and dad!jack definitely fixes my mood

warning: pregnancy

The due date was close and both you and Jack at this point were ready for this baby to come at any moment. But all you asked for was to not have the baby on the 4th of July. Those were not the fireworks you were hoping for. Things were looking up because it didn’t seem like today was the day. No ones plans were going to get interrupted and the whole family had a lake day in front of them. This meant you got to sit around all day while Jack ran around getting you whatever you wanted to drink and eat.

Jack the minute you had found out you were pregnant had turned into a whole other human. Not that he wasn’t sweet before because he was. But suddenly he was consistently getting you water to drink, snacks to eat, and checking in if you needed anything. He had also gotten more protective in general and his favorite thing to do was to rest his hand on your bump.

As you sat on your lawn chair near the edge of the lake you couldn’t help but smile as you watched Jack in the water with some of his friends and family. It didn’t take long for him to get out of the water and you already knew he was coming to check on you. “Want me to get you some food? Water? Lemonade?” He asked and you shook your head. “We’re still good, don’t worry.” You rubbed your hand over your belly and you were getting more excited every day because soon enough your baby boy would be here.

“Do you think he’ll decide during the fireworks that he has to see them too?” Jack teased and you immediately shook your head. “Your son better wait until later this week.” You could only imagine the traffic you’d encounter if you went into labor now because everyone was traveling somewhere to go see fireworks and it would only be worse once the fireworks were over and everyone was heading home.

Luckily for you, the rest of the night went by easily and even though Jack teased about it, your son definitely did not care enough to make an appearance for fireworks. At the end of the night both you and Jack got into bed and you were already exhausted which was nothing new since you got pregnant. His hand went to your belly as he rubbed it gently. “Goodnight baby boy. Daddy will see you soon.” There was nothing you loved more than Jack talking to your baby.

You knew he was going to be a great dad and that wasn’t something you ever doubted. Knowing how good of a dad he was going to be definitely helped ease some of the fear of having a baby and your whole life changing. Not that all the nerves were exactly gone. You had no clue what labor would be like but you could imagine from the knowledge you did have that it was not a walk in the park kind of easy. That was only confirmed when at 3 am you woke up with what you knew were contractions and yep, your water definitely broke.

“Jack…Jack. Wake up.” You shook him until his head popped up from his sleep, confused as to why you were waking him. “We’re about to have a baby.” You told him and it was like you threw cold water on him. Suddenly both of you were moving and getting everything you needed, making your way to the hospital. He had texted his mom but both of you knew that right now they would all be asleep but in a few hours she would wake up to the message and surely would be on her way.

You didn’t have much time to really think about what all of this meant and everything went by in a blur but also slow. Hours had passed and you still weren’t anywhere close to going into active labor. Ellen had already woken up at this point and got Jim and the boys over to the hospital. After a few more hours your son decided to make his appearance and your everything changed for you the minute you saw your baby boy in Jacks arms.

People always said that you didn’t realize how hard you could love someone until you had a baby and you realized in that exact moment how full your heart was. You loved your baby boy and finally getting to see him made you emotional. But you weren’t the only one feeling this way because Jacks face had that same emotion. “Daddy loves you so much little man.” He whispered to your son as he brought him over so you could hold him. “You did so good, baby.” He told you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as your finger went down to your sons little hand. You wanted to stay frozen in this moment forever, to feel this kind of happiness and love forever but you knew with Jack by your side and your baby boy that this feeling would never truly go away.

#jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #( baskets and babies ft jack hughes )

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A/N: I'm basing this off of this drabble I wrote as part of my 100 follower event, I really wanted to write a whole fic about it because Vash deserves to be taken care of and loved and lowkey told off for being reckless. Did I channel myself through this? Hell yeah I did. Enjoy friends!

Warnings: Explicit mentions of wounds, blood, violence

Word Count: 6.6K

"Well, this is definitely not how I expected today to go!"

You found yourself shouting to Vash over the sounds of yelling, blows and glass shattering, the two of you hiding behind the bar in the town saloon as several angry and drunk patrons decided to have an impromptu brawl, cornering the both of you with no way out.

The two of you had drifted into this quaint little town, looking forward to a couple days of peace and rest. You two had gotten a room at the local inn and decided to go for a drink in the saloon, and then next thing you both knew, you were hiding behind the bar during a fight. Several other patrons hid behind the bar alongside the two of you, all of them clearly afraid or trying to figure out a way out, too.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)!" Vash yelled back to you over the sounds of chaos, his expression sheepish, "I didn't think-"

"Don't worry about it!" You cut him off, flinching as glass shattered right above your head. The patrons were getting more and more reckless as they fought, clearly showing no thought to their surroundings.

You felt Vash's arm wrap around you as he tugged you closer to him, likely to shield you as he usually tried to do.

"We gotta get outta here! Before those idiots end up hurting themselves and us!" You exclaimed, glancing up at your best friend of many years as he looked around, clearly trying to figure out the best way to get out of this situation unscathed. Unfortunately, as a healer, escape strategies were not your forte.

"Alright," Vash replied after a couple moments, his expression resolute as he looked down at you with a nod, "On 3, follow me, and whatever you do, do NOT let go of my hand!"

All you could do was nod as you took his prosthetic hand in yours, clutching it tightly as you felt Vash squeeze your hand in return, as though confirming the plan with you one final time as you waited for his countdown.

"One..."

You felt your heartbeat in your ears as you prepared to sprint with Vash as fast as possible to get the two of you to safety.

"Two..."

The cries of the angry patrons were growing louder, all of them undoubtedly approaching the bar in midst of their fight, and you flinched again as another glass struck the bar near your head, a piece of broken glass flying free and striking your cheek.

"Three!"

Without a second of hesitation, Vash bolted forwards and away from the bar with your hand gripped tightly in his, the two of you sprinting as fast as you could to get to safety. You felt Vash tug your arm hard so you followed him, and you watched him flinch as a glass was thrown and suddenly struck the wall where his head had been merely a moment prior.

"Go, (Y/N)! Go!"

Vash quickly pushed you ahead of him, a yelp escaping you he promptly shoved you through an open saloon window. You tumbled to the ground rather ungracefully, groaning as you landed on your back, the wind getting knocked out of you. However, after a couple seconds of recovery, you realized that Vash hadn't followed you.

"Damn it!"

You cursed as you quickly scrambled to your feet, glancing through the window you had just been pushed out of only to see Vash trying to diffuse the situation and protect the other townsfolk.

"Come on, guys! Can't we figure this out in a way that doesn't involve violence?"

You watched Vash promptly dodge a glass bottle that was thrown at his head after that statement, his smile not even faltering for a moment.

"Now, now, that's not very nice!" You heard Vash say almost playfully, a soft chuckle coming out of him, "Come on, guys, you're scaring all the other nice folks. Why don't you guys go outside, talk it out, maybe drink some water?"

Vash's kindhearted suggestions were met with some choice rude words, angry hisses and yells of anger from the drunken patrons, who you could tell were beginning to turn on Vash rather than each other, now. You wanted to yell at him to shut up, to stop being so... so... good, and to get the hell out of there. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest frantically as you realize just how much danger Vash was putting himself in at that moment.

"Vash..." You found yourself whispering nervously under your breath, to nobody in particular, as your gaze remained glued to your best friend.

You suddenly lost sight of Vash from your window as he approached the drunken patrons, and a couple seconds later, you heard a yelp from Vash followed by a loud crashing sound. Then, the sound of several heavy blows and another loud crashing sound, as well as the sound of glass shattering. Your heart all but stopped in your chest as your mind began to go into overdrive, picturing all the things that might've been happening then and there. You were a literal second away from diving back into the saloon from the same window Vash shoved you out of when the saloon door slammed open and all the drunken patrons were promptly thrown out into the street.

As soon as you realized the instigators were no longer a threat, you sprinted back into the saloon, desperately looking around for your best friend and praying you would find him in once piece. Thankfully, to your relief, you saw Vash helping some of the other patrons who had been hiding behind the bar to their feet, smiling comfortingly at them all. Many of them thanked him profusely, some shaking his hand and others even patting his back or hugging him.

Out of nowhere, a bunch of emotions shot through you. Anger. Frustration. Fear. Despair. Relief. Happiness. You didn't know exactly what you were feeling, and you weren't given time to figure it out as Vash's gaze fell on you and his blue eyes widened behind his round, oversized yellow lenses.

"(Y/N)!"

Vash dashed over to where you were standing, and before you could so much as open your mouth, his arms were wrapping around you and he was pulling you into a tight hug, a clear sigh of relief escaping him. Your emotions continued to swirl within your chest as your face pressed against Vash's chest, your own arms coming up to wrap around him in return in a tight embrace - at least he was safe.

"Your cheek..." You heard Vash say gently, both his tone and the expression on his face worried as he looked down at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his hand coming up to gently touch your cheek.

As he touched it, you winced slightly as a stinging sensation suddenly registered - the piece of glass that struck you earlier must've cut you.

"Don't worry about me. It's no big deal, I can patch it up easily," You brushed Vash off, your eyes sweeping over him from head to toe, frantically searching him for any signs of injury from the skirmish, "Are you alright, though?"

"I'm right as rain!" Vash replied, chuckling sheepishly as his hand came up to rub the back of his neck.

You could suddenly feel the bottled up anger beginning to boil inside you as you glared at Vash, hissing under your breath at him, "What the hell were you thinking?! Y-You... you shove me out a window, and then you try to stop the fight yourself?! Vash, are you crazy?! You're so goddamned lucky you're not hurt, or I would've-"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Vash immediately held his hands up in surrender, his expression a mixture of sheepishness, guilt, and nervousness, "I didn't mean to shove you that hard. I just... I wanted you to be safe."

The way Vash's voice fell as he spoke those last words, becoming quiet and serious as he looked at you, let you know that he was being genuine in his apology. You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter in your chest at Vash's concern for you, and despite your irritation and worry for the man known at the Humanoid Typhoon, you couldn't bring yourself to stay mad at him. He held your heart entirely in the palms of his hands without even knowing it.

"You're way stronger than any human, Stampede. Be a little gentler next time you're shoving me out a window to safety, alright?" You grumbled instead, shooting Vash a look that immediately told him your words held no heat.

The smile that Vash gave you in response was borderline blinding, and you couldn't help but find yourself smiling, too. It wasn't your fault - Vash's smile was just extremely contagious.

"I really am sorry, (Y/N)," Vash said more quietly, so only you could hear him. He let out a heavy sigh as his fingertips just barely grazed over your injured cheek, and you could practically sense the guilt radiating off of him as he gazed at the cut on your face.

"It's okay, Vash," You replied, your voice soft as you took his hand into yours and moved it away from your face, "This wasn't your fault. Plus, I got lucky. A tiny cut on my cheek is within my healing skills to handle."

The grin you gave Vash at your joke made him chuckle softly, relieving him of some of the guilt he had sitting in his chest. He knew very well that you were a very capable healer, one who had spent many years studying how to help people with various illnesses and injuries and one who had patched him up more times than he could count. Yet, still, Vash couldn't help but worry for you a bit. He always worried for you. How could he not, when you were nothing short of everything to him?

"If you say so, O Wise Healer!" Vash responded, quickly regaining his goofy, outgoing persona and bowing to you in an exaggerated gesture that made you sigh in playful exasperation and nudge him hard.

"Yeah, yeah, enough of that, Stampede. You're embarrassing me in front of the townsfolk," You mumbled half-heartedly, your cheeks heating up as you tried to stifle a laugh, "We should get back to the inn. I need to clean this up."

You tap your cheek and wince at the gentle sting from the cut, and Vash immediately nodded before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, "Right! Let's go."

With that, the two of you set out, making your ways back to the inn where the two of you had been staying during your stay in town. However, as the two of you walked through the town roads, you began to notice, out of the corner of your eye, a tenseness in Vash's body as he walked. You could even make out a wince here or there when he moved his body in a specific way, and that confirmed your suspicion - Vash hadn't come out of the conflict unscathed.

"Where are you hurt?" You asked suddenly, your voice low and firm.

You watched as Vash's eyes widened as he looked at you, and as he opened his mouth to contradict you and brush off your concerns, you immediately cut him off, your anger bursting forward as you snapped, "Don't you dare say you're fine, Vash. I can see you wincing and you trying not to move your body specific ways. You only do that when you're injured."

Vash immediately closed his mouth, his lips pressing into a thin line and his blue eyes betraying the guilt and shame he was feeling at being discovered.

Knowing better than to butt heads with you, Vash simply gave in and whispered quietly, bowing his head and looking like a child having been caught causing mischief, "My right side. One of the patrons had a broken glass bottle, they caught me on the upswing. It doesn't feel too deep, but it'll likely still need stitches."

You felt your anger spike, but rather than yelling at Vash in the middle of some small town with a bunch of strangers watching you, you held your tongue and continued to walk towards the inn without so much as a word of acknowledgement. However, as you replayed the incident over and over again in your mind, the sounds of Vash's yelp and the blows and the screaming of the fight you couldn't witness echoing in your brain, anger gave way to fear. Complete, overwhelming fear.

'Vash could've died today and I wouldn't have known. I would've been too late,' You thought to yourself, your heart squeezing painfully in your chest as you forced the images your mind had conjured out as best you could. 'He could've died protecting others and I would've been unable to save him or help him.'

Like an endless hurricane, your fear drove your anger, which in turn worsened your fear of losing Vash someday because he was too selfless and believed he wasn't worthy of aid. Your mind became a storm, and you were completely lost to it as you and Vash walked back to the inn.

Vash felt himself beginning to sweat nervously as you walked silently by his side, not uttering so much as a single word about his injury. Usually, you would yell at him or scold him immediately, your face gaining colour as you told him off for being reckless and too self-sacrificing and thoughtless, etc. etc. as you worked on patching him up. But now... you hadn't spoken a single word, which absolutely terrified Vash. And scarier still, your face had become a mask of cool indifference, giving no insight as to your true feelings.

"(Y/N)... I'm really sorry," Vash spoke up softly, keeping pace with you as you both approached the inn, his heart sinking in his chest as you didn't even bother acknowledging his apology.

Instead, you continued walking silently until you got to your shared room, and once you were both in the room, you closed the door behind Vash, locked it, and went to your bag to fish out your healing kit.

"(Y/N)?..."

Vash's voice was quiet and filled with concern, although you couldn't tell if the concern was for you or for himself. You looked up at him, and your heart twisted at the sight of Vash looking a lot like a kicked puppy. His big, blue eyes were wide and filled with worry and pleading, as if begging you to say something to him, and despite his height, his shoulders slouched and made him seem... small. Vulnerable. It hurt your heart to see him looking like that, but you couldn't bring yourself to address it due to still-swirling storm of emotions in your mind.

"Move your shirt so I can get to your injury," You said, your voice level and betraying nothing of the emotional torment inside your head, not sparing Vash another glance as you began preparing your equipment to tend to his wound, setting things down on one of the bedside tables with practiced routine and precision.

Vash sighed heavily as he watched you prepare your healing equipment, and he winced as he shifted slowly to take his turtleneck off, wriggling out of it to allow you access to his wound as he sat on a chair, waiting for you to begin your work. He couldn't help but feel extremely guilty for not telling you upfront that he had been injured, and every second that you spent silent was a second that made Vash's heart hurt a little bit more.

You had been Vash's best friend for many years, and you knew and understood him better than anybody else. You understood how he operated, how he thought, how he acted and reacted, and you had accepted him without question, faults and all. You were always there by his side, through thick and thin, to comfort him and support him and yes, even patch him up from time to time. Well, maybe more often than just time to time. Despite it all, though, you never once gave up on him. The two of you had always been a team. But now...

'Maybe this is it,' Vash thought to himself mournfully, his heart aching in his chest, 'Maybe I've finally gone too far and pushed (Y/N) away, too.'

"This first part will hurt."

Your voice snapped Vash out of his self-loathing for a moment, and he gazed down at that neutral mask you kept on your face as you explained to him what you were going to do, your eyes trained on the wound on his torso. To his surprise, you had already mended your own cheek - when did you even do that?

"I'll inject a local anesthetic into your skin around the slash, and then I'll stitch it up properly. You shouldn't feel anything but pressure and slight tugging once the anesthetic kicks in."

Your voice didn't so much as wobble even once, and it scared Vash. He had seen you go into your "healing mode", as he affectionately referred to it, many times in the past, but it had never been directed at him. This cool indifference was terrifying to him, because for the first time in a long time, he had no way to gauge what you were thinking or feeling. You had shut him out completely.

And Vash hated it. He hated every second of it.

"Thank you for taking care of me, (Y/N)." Vash's voice was quiet, so quiet you almost didn't hear him as you began your work, injecting the anesthetic, "I don't deserve you."

However, instead of your usual "Shut up!" or "Don't say that!" or "Enough of that!" responses whenever he said something like that, Vash was met with complete silence. You didn't acknowledge his statement, instead laser-focused on adequately numbing him before starting the tricky act of stitching his wound.

Upon assessment, the slash wound wasn't deep, just as Vash had told you, but it was decently long and definitely required stitches. Once the anesthetic had a couple moments to set in, you poked Vash with a needle near the edge of the wound.

"Feel anything?"

Vash just shook his head, watching you carefully as you nodded in response, your face still a mask of complete neutrality.

"I'm going to start the stitches now. Stay as still as possible."

Vash took a deep breath and stilled himself as best as he could, allowing you to start your work. True to your word, he felt no pain as you patched him up, but rather pressure and tugging as you tied off stitch after stitch. Your work was done slowly, meticulously, but as your hands worked, your mind spiraled out of control.

'The self-sacrificing idiot won't ever stop. Why won't he stop?'

'How many times has he gotten hurt without telling me?'

'How many more times will I patch him up before he dies?'

'Will I lose him soon?'

'Why, Vash? Why?'

'Please, Vash, don't go. Don't go. Stop this, please...'

'Stay with me. Please, Vash. Stay.'

While your mind spiraled, Vash sat on the chair silently as you worked, lost in his own thoughts and emotions. He couldn't shake the deep-seated feeling of guilt for lying to you about him being alright, and although your mask of indifference gave him no indication of your current thoughts and feelings, you hadn't been able to hide a flash of hurt before your mask went up. Just that split second had been enough to make Vash feel like a knife had been driven into his chest. He had never wanted to hurt you. That was never his intention. He loved you far too much to even think of hurting you, and yet, he still had. He knew lying to you hadn't been a good idea, but he did it to buy you peace of mind, even if only for a moment.

But now... with you closed off and feeling so far away from him, Vash regretted it more than ever, the fear of losing you for good spreading like wildfire through him. He should've just told you and been upfront about being hurt. He owed you that much, especially given that you'd always stuck by his side and never once complained about patching him up, even though you always scolded him about getting hurt afterwards.

"(Y/N)?" Vash's voice was small and shaky as he spoke, and he took a deep breath as he tried to keep his emotions from running wild as he tried to reach out to you, to get past your mask once more, "(Y/N), listen, I-... I'm... I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I should've told you that I was hurt immediately, I don't know why I didn't, I guess I just... I thought-"

Vash's words died on his lips the moment he looked down at your face, his eyes widening and his heart shattering at the sight of tears streaking silently down your face as you diligently continued your work. Your mask had disappeared and the fear, the anger and the sadness you felt were all on display for all to see. How long had you been crying for?

"(Y/N)..."

Vash's voice was gentle and filled with concern for you as he turned to look at you, his hands taking your own into his and holding them close to his chest. He could feel your hands shaking as he held them, and he knew that you were unable to continue your work right now, too shaken by everything to keep going. Sure enough, you seemed to realize this yourself as you pulled back from him and put down your tools on the table next to you before promptly dissolving into full-blown sobs, your hands coming up to cover your face.

"(Y/N)!"

Vash immediately shifted and kneeled down so he was level with you, pulling you into his arms without hesitation and holding you close to his bare chest as tears welled in his own eyes. His heart completely broke as you sobbed against him desperately, your cries so filled with pain that it physically hurt Vash to hear them.

Had you been feeling this pain the whole time you were stitching him up? No... there was no way this pain was from just today. You must've been feeling this way for a long, long time and just never told him, likely for the same reason he hadn't told you he was hurt - to spare him the worry.

"Oh, (Y/N)... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!"

Vash found himself beginning to sob with you, the guilt of being the reason for your pain becoming too overwhelming as he held you close. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and beg and plead for your forgiveness and apologize to you over and over again until you understood just how sorry he was. He did this to you. Your pain was his fault.

The moment Vash had said your name in that worried and gentle tone, all the walls you had put up to try and do your job came crashing down as you began to sob, your fear and anger and sadness overwhelming you completely. You had felt Vash's arms pulling you into his warm and comforting embrace, and you found yourself clutching onto him with desperate need, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to calm yourself down by reassuring yourself that he was still there. Vash was still there, still alive, and you were patching him up.

But as soon as you heard Vash's tearful apology, that set you off in another round of broken sobs, burrowing into his embrace and just holding onto him as best as you could, wanting nothing more than to just stay there indefinitely, stay in this moment where both you and Vash were safe and alive together and nobody could hurt either of you.

Eventually, you managed to calm yourself enough to pull yourself back together into one piece and to finish your task of stitching Vash's wound, pulling away from him and wiping your face with your hands. Vash himself was still trembling as you pulled away, his face stained from his tears, his beautiful blue eyes reddened and swollen and still filled with pain.

He looked at you desperately as you pulled away, as if pleading with you not to let go of him just yet, and you sniffled pitifully in response, "I-I have to finish... stitching you up. I-I can't... leave you like this."

That alone made Vash dissolve into tears again - here you were, in the middle of a breakdown because of all the fear and anger and sadness he had caused you, and yet you pulled yourself together so you could continue to take care of him regardless of the pain you felt. Tears began to spill down his cheeks once more as you said that, and he looked down in shame as sobs escaped him.

Despite how much your heart hurt from the fear of potentially losing Vash, seeing him cry before you somehow hurt worse. You found yourself now being the one pulling him into your arms, running your fingers gently through his hair and letting your fingertips drag over his scalp to calm him as he wept into you.

"Shh... shh..." You whispered to Vash gently, your own voice still thick from your tears, "It's alright, Vash. I... I have to move fast, before the anesthetic wears off. Okay?"

As you pulled away, Vash restrained himself from clutching onto you, instead nodding and wiping his face as he sat back on the chair, allowing you to finish up your work despite his whole body trembling.

With a deep, calming breath, you centered yourself and separated yourself as best as you could from every emotion that was coursing through you. You left your emotions behind for as long as possible as you picked your needle and medical thread back up and continued your stitching, throwing a couple more stitches before finishing up. Then, you gently applied a healing balm to the newly-stitched wound and covered it with a dressing, applied with a gentle yet firm touch.

Once you were done, you shakily stood from where you were sat on the ground, brushing your hands off and packing up your healing kit and trying to figure out how you were going to explain yourself to Vash. Yet, when you turned to look at him, you found Vash hunched over as he sat in the chair, his face in his hands as he propped his arms up on his knees, his whole body still shaking. You could hear quiet sniffles and broken sobs escaping him, and it broke your heart all over again. It was clear the last thing he needed right now was an explanation.

Before you could stop yourself, you walked over and kneeled down in front of Vash, pulling him into your arms and hugging him close. Immediately, as if seeking out his lifeline, Vash reached out and clutched onto you, wanting nothing but to keep you in his arms for the rest of eternity.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N), 'm sorry... 'm sorry, (Y/N)," Vash sobbed on repeat, and all you could do was squeeze him tightly and press a kiss to the side of his head as he sobbed against you.

You shushed him gently and continued running your fingers through his hair soothingly like you had done before.

"It's alright, Vash. It's alright. Don't apologize... I should be apologizing to you," You whispered to him gently, your emotions coming under control as you focused on supporting the man in your embrace. "I shut you out, and I'm sorry, Vash. I just... I didn't know what else to do."

Hearing you apologizing to him for doing the only thing you could to cope with your pain made Vash feel like somebody was tearing his heart from his chest and crushing it slowly. He fought to keep him emotions from spiraling completely out of control, instead letting out a soft whimper as he hugged you tighter, shaking his head.

"N-No... It's my fault. I should've told you. I should've told you I was hurt instead of hiding it, and I'm... I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I didn't want to make you cry. I didn't want to hurt you, I-... I never wanted to hurt you. It's all my fault."

Vash's voice was filled with despair and you could feel how genuine each and every word he said was, how desperately he wanted you to understand how sorry he was for what he had done and how much he wanted your forgiveness. How badly he wished he could repent for the damage he had done to you.

"I'm scared, Vash."

Your words began to spill forward as tears slipped down your cheeks once more. You pulled away from Vash, looking up at him with fear obvious in your eyes.

"I'm scared that one of these days, you're going to use yourself as a shield and get hurt badly and you won't tell me. And because of that, you'll die. I'm scared because every time I lose sight of you in a fight, I don't know if it's the last time I'll ever see you alive. I'm scared that I'm going to lose you because you were too good and too self-sacrificing and you wanted to save everybody and you wanted to grant me a moment of peace. Losing you isn't worth a second of peace because if I lose you, I'm going to lose the only thing in this world that matters and makes sense to me, Vash. If I lose you, I'm going to lose the one person who brings me happiness and peace. If I lose you... I'm going to lose my home."

Vash's eyes widened and his heart lurched in his chest as your feelings poured forward, and despite you not explicitly saying those three little words, he could feel them in every single sentiment you expressed. As if those three words were the only thing you were telling him, over and over again.

"I'm scared because every time I lose sight of you in a fight, I don't know if it's the last time I'll ever see you alive."

I love you.

"If I lose you, I'm going to lose the one person who brings me happiness and peace."

I love you.

"If I lose you... I'm going to lose my home."

I love you, Vash.

When Vash didn't answer you, you inhaled shakily and continued, sniffling and wiping your face as you tried to keep calm.

"I know there were innocent people involved, Vash. I know that. And I know you always want to save everybody. But... you count, Vash. When you get hurt, it counts, because despite what you think of yourself, you're innocent, too. And if you keep this up, eventually, you won't be around anymore to protect people. Your body, though extraordinary, can only take so much damage and I can only fix so much. I can't... I can't bear to think of what'll happen if I can't help you, Vash. I don't even want to imagine it."

By the time you finished your rambling, you were fully in tears again, despite your best efforts. Your hands kept wiping your cheeks, but to no avail, and your whole body was shaking as you sobbed softly. Even though you were crying, part of you felt better now that your fears were finally out in the open, no longer hidden or kept secret.

As you sat there, sobbing in front of him as you told Vash how afraid you were of losing him, his heart swelled and cracked in tandem for you. You worried for him. You were scared for him. Your pain came from the care and affection you held for him and him alone. A warm arm and a cool arm both wrapped around you and pulled you back in against a familiar, warm and firm chest, and you felt a gentle kiss being pressed to your forehead before Vash nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Though his cheeks were still stained, his tears had stopped as he held you close once more, wanting to never let you go ever again.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

There they were. Those words he had never spoken aloud to anybody else in his entire existence. And yet, as he spoke them aloud, Vash knew that his words were never truer than they were in that moment. He loved you. More than anything else in this world, he loved you. You were everything to him, and the pain he felt when you wept in his arms was something he never wanted to feel ever again. He'd been shot, stabbed, burned and injured a million different ways, and he would take any of those a hundred times over seeing you cry because of him.

"I love you, (Y/N). I'm... I'm sorry I hurt you. I just... I didn't want you worrying about me. I figured that... if I didn't tell you, I was sparing you. I was protecting you from the pain you feel when somebody you care for gets hurt. But I didn't realize that in doing that, I was hurting you worse than I would've if I'd just told you. I promise that I'll try to be more careful, (Y/N), because I don't want to lose you, either. I promise I'll try for you."

His flesh-and-blood hand came up to cup the back of your head, gently stroking your hair as he spoke to you, his voice low and gentle as he explained his actions to you in return. You deserved to understand why he did what he did, and that he genuinely hadn't intended to hurt you.

Yet, not a single word he spoke really stuck in your brain as the words he spoke initially echoed loudly in your mind.

I love you, (Y/N).

He loved you. He loved you! Your heart sang in your chest at the revelation, and when you looked up at Vash's face, all sound in the world fell away, the only thing you could hear being the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears. You took in every detail of his face; his beautiful and expressive blue eyes, swollen from his tears, his blonde hair, the mole under his left eye, the curve of his lips, his tear-stained cheeks, the furrowing of his eyebrows, the edge of his jaw, the slope of his nose, every tiny piece of him that you committed to memory.

"(Y/N)?"

"I love you, Vash."

You whispered it so softly that at first, Vash wasn't sure if he'd heard you right. But as you gazed at him, your eyes glistening, Vash realized he hadn't misheard you, his own eyes widening and his heart thundering in his chest.

Neither of you are sure which one of you leaned in first, or if both of you leaned in in tandem, but soon, soft lips pressed against your own in a gentle, tender and loving kiss, sending shivers down your back and making your heart feel ready to burst. You found your fingers burying themselves into Vash's hair as you pulled him closer to you, wishing to be as close to him as you possibly could be. You felt Vash's arms squeeze you a bit tighter, pressing you against him with a bit more force, making it clear that he, too, wanted you closer to him.

When the two of you broke away, both of your faces flushed and your hearts racing, you couldn't help but smile at Vash, who smiled back just as warmly and as lovingly. His hand came up to cup your cheek gently as he leaned down to kiss you again briefly before pulling away.

"I love you, Mayfly."

There was no hesitation in Vash's voice as he said it.

"I love you, too, Vash," You smiled up at him warmly, blushing at his use of a term of endearment before chuckling softly. "That being said, you seriously need to stop using yourself as a shield. If you ever get hurt again and don't tell me, I'll drag you somewhere safe and then wring your neck, Stampede. No matter how much I love you or how many other people are in danger. Understood?"

That drew a genuine laugh from Vash, who hugged you tightly to him once more and kissed your temple gently before letting his cheek rest against the top of your head.

"Of course. I'd expect no less from you, Mayfly."

"You'd better," You grumbled in response, burrowing further into his arms and sighing softly, allowing yourself to finally relax, letting go of the fear and the anger and sadness you had been feeling.

After a couple moments, you pulled away from Vash and stood up, which caused Vash to whine immediately at the loss of you and your embrace.

"(Y/NNNNN)..."

You couldn't help but giggle softly at the puppy dog eyes Vash was giving you, his pout making your heart flutter in your chest as you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

"Calm down, Stampede. I promise we can cuddle all night, okay? You need to get into bed first, though, so we don't reopen your wound or anything, okay?"

As soon as you mentioned cuddles, Vash perked up and smiled at you, making you laugh softly. You watched over him as he stood up from the chair he'd been sitting on while you'd stitched him up, and despite knowing he could do it on his own, you couldn't help but take Vash's arm in your own and support him as he moved to the bed and sat down slowly.

Vash winced slightly as he laid back on the bed, the stitches pulling and the wound aching, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, his exhaustion hit him. If it weren't for you puttering around the room, he likely already would've been fallen asleep.

"Hang on, love."

Your gentle voice reached Vash's ear and he watched sleepily as you took off his boots and put them down next to the bed.

"You don't need to-" Vash tried to argue quietly, only for you to shut him down immediately.

"You're exhausted, love. Just let me take care of you, okay?"

Vash's gaze was filled with warmth, affection and love as he smiled sleepily at you and mumbled in response, "You're too good for me, Mayfly. Thank you."

"Oh, shut up."

Ah, there was the you Vash knew well. He couldn't help but smile as his tiredness began to take over.

After a couple minutes, the room went dark as you turned out the lights and you slowly got into bed next to Vash, ensuring to lay next to his uninjured side. Your head rested on the same pillow, and you nuzzled your face into his neck as Vash slowly placed his arm around your waist and pulled you gently into him. You could feel his nose gently resting in your hair as he took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent and allowing your presence to comfort, calm and soothe him.

"We're not done talking about this. You know that, right, Vash?" You asked quietly, looking at the man you loved carefully.

Vash simply nodded and looked you in the eyes as he answered softly, "I know, Mayfly. We still have a lot to discuss. But for now, I'm just going to hold you. You're all I need in my life, (Y/N)."

And he was all you needed, too.

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(mockingbird au!) fruit punch - platonic!hughes

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you smiled to yourself as jack made his way down the stairs.

over the course of your relationship, you’d always known jack to be a pretty happy person. but today, he’d been happier than usual. 

you didn’t blame him. so were you.

last night, jack had posted a picture of you on his story during date night, the two of you hard launching your relationship to the public.

jack had wanted to show the world he was taken since he met you — insisting multiple times that you were the one for him — but you’d gotten him to slow down. at least until the two of you were more comfortable together. 

you knew jack was famous, especially amongst younger female fans. you had no doubt that going public would put the spotlight on you.

but seeing jack’s smile when you’d told him he can post that picture on his story had been everything to you.

“baby, did you see my toothpaste? the travel pack i keep in the washroom?” jack asked, arriving in the living room.

you folded another shirt, placing it in jack’s bag.

“did you check the washroom?” you asked him, trying not to laugh.

jack blinked, trying to remember.

at his expression, you couldn’t hold in laughter, “maybe you should check the washroom.”

“maybe i should,” he agreed, running to the washroom to search for his toothpaste.

jack was set to leave for his roadie in less than half an hour, and like always, the two of you were packing his bags at the last minute. 

jack insisted that it was the only way he could function properly. packing too early made him stressed out. you, on the other hand, needed everything packed at least a week before.

you guys compromised by setting his clothes out a week before, but doing the actual packing last minute.

“got it!” jack grinned, packing his toothpaste. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, helping you up and shouldering his bag. “what would i do without you?”

“you’d probably be buying more toothpaste,” you grinned.

jack laughed, checking his phone at the sound of a notification. 

“is it nico?” you asked, referring to his teammate.

“yeah, he’s here to pick me up,” jack confirmed. 

he kissed you, before pulling out with a giddy smile. jack leaned forward again, and you had to push him away with a little laugh.

“jack,” you ushered him to the door. “nico’s waiting. you need to go.”

“okay, okay. i’ll call you when i land,” he said, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before rushing out the door.

“bye!”

you smiled to yourself, locking the door behind him and collapsing on the couch. 

being with jack had been unlike anything you were used to. the way he managed to make you smile to yourself just by thinking of him, the way he’d become such a big part of your life — you’d never had that kind of relationship before.

you reached for your phone, about to text your friend and ask if she wanted to get brunch with you.

instead, your brows furrowed at the number of notifications on your instagram app. your phone was on dnd, so you hadn’t gotten any of the notifications, but there were a lot.

endless possibilities ran through your brain — from your friends dying to you somehow being added to a million new group chats.

you opened the app, furrowing your brows at the requests in your inbox and profile. people were tagging you in posts, in comments, mentioning you in their stories. 

it took less than a minute for you to realize most of them were bashing you for dating jack.

there were people sharing your instagram user (which was found by a nosy fan who’d done some hunting) in jack’s comments. some people had even made fan accounts of you, and the comments were flooded with mean remarks about your body, your face.

you knew you shouldn’t keep scrolling, but you couldn’t stop.

the comments about your nose, your hips — they were the exact things you picked yourself apart over.

hours passed, which you passed scrolling through instagram and twitter, when your phone lit up with a call.

“shit,” you muttered, accidentally pressing the accept button. you placed your phone on your ear, “hey.”

“hey,” quinn greeted on the other end of the line. “okay, i’m at freshco and they’ve got the fruit punch you like. do you want me to get ritz crackers with that or the digestive ones?”

quinn was shopping for when you and jack were going to visit vancouver on a road trip next weekend. he knew of a few of your weird food combinations, but he couldn’t remember which brand of crackers you liked with fruit punch, so he called to make sure.

you were about to answer, when you remembered the instagram comments. a lot of them spoke of your hips, your stomach… maybe fruit punch wasn’t a good idea.

“um… you know what, it’s fine,” you told him. “i’m not really in the mood for juice, you know?”

you could hear the gears turning in quinn’s head.

“y/n?” he asked. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you lied.

“and i’m the tallest sibling,” you could picture quinn’s eye roll perfectly. “what’s going on y/n? you know you can talk to me, right? is it jack? you guys seemed happy on his story yesterday — oh.”

you took a shaky breath, the hurt you felt over those comments finally catching up to you.

“people are really mean,” you muttered, curling up on your side, trying not to cry.

you heard shuffling from quinn’s end of the line, before he sighed, “yeah, i know. but you don’t have to listen to them. you shouldn’t listen to them.”

“but they’re everywhere,” you said. “i open instagram: there’s a million comments. i open twitter: it’s the same thing. i can’t escape them.”

“just because you can’t escape them doesn’t mean you need to listen to them,” quinn insisted. “those people — they’re the ones who’re dreaming of having your life. but they don’t, and they’re jealous of you. they don’t know you, they know absolutely nothing about you. and that makes their opinion of you invalid.”

you sniffled, listening to quinn’s words. 

you were still hurting, yes. but having quinn there, reminding you that those who were speaking ill of you didn’t even know you made you feel a little bit better.

“thanks, q,” you told him. “that makes me feel a bit better.”

you could hear quinn’s smile, “good, because i still can’t remember what crackers you like with fruit punch?”

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[sevenboarproductions]

[IDOLiSH7] [Part 6] Chapter 9: Important Announcement

6.9.1. - The big meetup

Nanase Riku: I’m so excited for today's BackMagic Special…!

Izumi Iori: Because IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:vale-san and ŹOOḼ are all together, right.

Nanase Riku: Before we go to our greenroom, can we stop by TRIGGER’s room and greet them? I want to say hi toTenn-nii!

Izumi Iori: Shouldn’t you be calling him “Tenn”?

Nanase Riku: Well, Tenn-nii is Tenn-nii!

Izumi Iori: Please don’t say that in public.

Nanase Riku: I know, I know!

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Rokuya Nagi: I’ll introduce you two once more. This is Tsunashi Ryuunosuke.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Hello. I’m Tsunashi Ryuunosuke.

Natsume Minami: He…, hello. I am Natsume Minami from ŹOOḼ. 

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Your performances with Torao are always cool! You also write ŹOOḼ’s songs, right?

Natsume Minami: Uhh, yes…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That’s amazing. Are you close with Nagi-kun?

Natsume Minami: Saying we are close is….

Rokuya Nagi: OH…. Even though I’m the one who finally gave you the opportunity to support your oshi…

Natsume Minami: He is not my oshi!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Hey, Nagi-kun, wait. 

Rokuya Nagi: What happened?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’m happy you came to say hello, but Natsume-kun has been avoiding eye contact this entire time. Did I do anything?

Rokuya Nagi: No, no! He’s just shy. He’s tsundere.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Tsundere…

Rokuya Nagi: Natsume-shi was Haruki’s friend. Your performance in “Zero” deeply moved him, Tsunashi-shi. He sees Haruki in you so it’s like he’s in a trance.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: So that’s how it is. I guess I can be happy about that then? Nagi-kun, how did you feel about it?

Rokuya Nagi: About what?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You watched “Zero”, right?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I got some impressions via RabbitChat, but I want to hear your opinion again. Since we also didn’t get to talk much during the barbecue.

Rokuya Nagi: Obviously, Haruki is more charming. But when you sang “Phenomenon” you were even more charming than Haruki. 

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Really!? I’m so happy!!

Rokuya Nagi: OH! I have to help Natsume-shi with supporting his oshi. Alright, Natsume-shi. I’ll take a picture for you!

Natsume Minami: That’s not… I don’t need… a picture or anything… 

Rokuya Nagi: Tsunashi-shi! Stand next to him!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Is here fine? Let’s do this!

Natsume Minami: Ah, yes… Well then, Rokuya-san. You can do it with my phone.

Rokuya Nagi: OK! 3, 2, 1…

(click) 

Rokuya Nagi: One more, let’s go~! 3, 2, 1…. OK! Please look at it.

Natsume Minami: Ah, there’s no problem with it. Thank you very much.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Additional performances of “Zero” have been confirmed, so please come watch again. 

--

(knock knock)

(door opening)

Nanase Riku: Good morning!

Izumi Iori: Good morning, Tsunashi-san. Rokuya-san and Natsume-san were here, too, huh.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Riku-kun, Iori-kun! Good morning. Were you looking for Tenn?

Nanase Riku: I wanted to say hi to TRIGGER! Tsunashi-san, it’s been a while! 

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It has been! Riku-kun, haven’t you gotten a little tanned?

Nanase Riku: You, too, Tsunashi-san! I feel like you’ve also gotten more toned!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It’s because I’ve been training with Momo-san. Momo-san is more enthusiastic than ever!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: He said he wants to create a legend of the invincible Re:vale!

Izumi Iori: Even though I’d rather have them be as relaxed as kings and lose focus a bit… 

Natsume Minami: Indeed, Re:vale are quite strong.

Nanase Riku: Since it’s been a while I’m happy that I can see everyone today! What about Te— Kujou-san and Yaotome-san?

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Maybe they went over to greet Re:vale?

--

Yuki: Yamato-kun, I went to the advance screening of “Mikazuki Ookami”.

Nikaidou Yamato: Ah, thanks.

Yaotome Gaku: I went there, too. And ended up running into Yuki-san.

Nikaidou Yamato: Ah, really.

Yaotome Gaku: We went drinking after that, and he kept praising you.

Nikaidou Yamato: I see… 

Izumi Mitsuki: Just be honest and show that you’re happy about it!

Yuki: I’m serious. It was to the point where I considered calling you, Yamato-kun.

Nikaidou Yamato: For real? I wish you’d called…

Yaotome Gaku: He thought it’d be bad if he called all of a sudden. Oh, right, I meant to send it to you afterwards, we recorded it.

Izumi Mitsuki: Recorded?

Yuki: Yes, yes. We thought we’d show you how passionate we felt after seeing the movie. Do you have the recording?

Yaotome Gaku: I do, I do. There it is.

Recording of Yaotome Gaku: Nikaidou is so good…!

Recording of Yuki: Yamato-kun is really amazing…!

Izumi Mitsuki: You were drunk.

Nikaidou Yamato: All I’m getting from this is that you were hyped up because you were drunk… 

Yaotome Gaku: I’ll send it to your phone later. We recorded around three hours of it. 

Nikaidou Yamato: That’s a lot of data…

Yuki: Shizuo-san’s voice is in there, too.

Nikaidou Yamato: He called!? Wait, did he actually come!?

Yuki: I mean, he has spare time right now. 

Yaotome Gaku: He was super impressed when we met him.

Izumi Mitsuki: What a gorgeous drinking party… 

Nikaidou Yamato: Right… But, well… Thanks. I’m relieved to hear your thoughts… 

Izumi Mitsuki: Nice, right, Yamato-san? Yamato-san was super nervous about the movie’s release.

Yaotome Gaku: Why though?

Yuki: There’s no need for that.

Izumi Mitsuki: See? I told you! 

Nikaidou Yamato: I suppose… Well, I did put in all the power I had. I did well…

Izumi Mitsuki: Right, right.

Nikaidou Yamato: …I did well! 

Yaotome Gaku: That’s the right energy! Wanna hear the recording once more? 

Recording of Yaotome Gaku: Nikaidou is so good…!

Recording of Yuki: Yamato-kun is really amazing…!

Recording of Chiba Shizuo: Yamato has come so far…!

Nikaidou Yamato: Don’t put it like that…! 

Izumi Mitsuki: You should make this your alarm. It’ll boost your self-esteem.

(door opening)

Momo: Hey, Yuki~! Ah, welcome, everyone!

Inumaru Touma: Good morning. Comin’ in.

Izumi Mitsuki: Momo-san! You were with Inumaru?

Momo: Yup, yup! I just met him in the hallway earlier! 

Momo: We talked about how much we practice! ŹOOḼ is training really hard!

Yuki: Heh, how admirable. 

Inumaru Touma: Thanks.

Momo: I told you, this isn’t the time to call this “admirable”! Let’s take more lessons, too!

Yuki: Eh~  If I’m going to spend time with Momo, I want to eat yummy food and be lazy. 

Nikaidou Yamato: You’re taking that many lessons? You seem busy, but still find the time for that, eh.

Inumaru Touma: I think we take as many as you guys? A bit less than what Re:vale said we do…? I think.

Momo: See, Yuki! We’re too arrogant!! Pride comes before a fall, you know! 

Yuki: I get it, I get it. We’ll take time to train properly and do our best.

Momo: Yup! We’ll beat TRIGGER, IDOLiSH7 and ŹOOḼ without holding back!

Yuki: Right.

Izumi Mitsuki: Our senpai are scary… 

Yaotome Gaku: TRIGGER won’t lose, either. 

Nikaidou Yamato: We’re gonna get there this year, too. We’ll overcome you. 

Izumi Mitsuki: Well said, leader!

Inumaru Touma: We won’t let you! As if we’re gonna lose against IDOLiSH7 twice.

Yuki: Right. I’ll make you cry, Yamato-kun.

Nikaidou Yamato: I won’t cry! I respect Re:vale-san and am thankful to you, but… 

Nikaidou Yamato: We’ll prove that we can reach even you.

~ to be continued ~

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6.9.2. - Fun in the Greenroom*

Midou Torao: Well? Did you see it?

Ousaka Sougo: I did. It is really amazing that you managed to act out this action scene yourself.

Midou Torao: Ha… Well, yeah.

Ousaka Sougo: Thank you for letting me see it five times.

Midou Torao: Wanna see it once more?

Ousaka Sougo: Ah, of course…

--

Isumi Haruka:  Hey, Yotsuba. Has anything happened with Acchan recently?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Uh, why?

Isumi Haruka:  It’s ‘cause she’s been asking weird stuff on rabicha… If you dunno, it’s fine.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Weird stuff? What do you mean by “weird stuff”?

Isumi Haruka:  No, it’s fine.

Yotsuba Tamaki: No, tell me. Did Aya tell you anything?

Isumi Haruka:  … She said ”I wonder if I’m not cute enough”.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Huh… So what’d you answer, Isumin?

Isumi Haruka: What I answered?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Just so you know: I’m probably gonna get angry no matter if you told her she’s cute or not.

Isumi Haruka:  You’re such an overprotective older brother! I just responded with “You’re pretty cute, though, right?” normally… That’s just a normal response, right!?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Huh…

Isumi Haruka: Something must’ve happened, right? Look, I don’t know, but maybe it’s time for her debut soon, or something.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Aya’s debut… Now that you mention it, someone also asked me for advice about Aya.

Isumi Haruka: Who?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Tenten. But that’s it, huh. Aya’s debut…

Yotsuba Tamaki: I think I get why Tenten tells Rikkun such strict things now…

Yotsuba Tamaki: Being an idol is fun, but also hard. And there’s things that will hurt you…

Yotsuba Tamaki: I wonder if Aya can manage it.

Isumi Haruka:  Won’t she do better than you, Yotsuba? Acchan is pretty serious, you know.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Eeeeh—!?

(knock knock)

(door opens)

Kujou Tenn: Good morning. Ah, there he is.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Ah, Tenten! Were you looking for me maybe?

Kujou Tenn: Well, not just you, I was looking for MEZZO’’. Seems like the mood here is good. That’s relieving.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Thanks for worrying about me, Tenten.

Ousaka Sougo: Good morning, Kujou-san. Did you do anything that made him thank you?

Kujou Tenn: I didn’t. I listened to “Kizuna”. It was really good.

Ousaka Sougo: T…Thank you very much!

Kujou Tenn: Midou Torao. You did the last action scene yourself, right?

Midou Torao: Y-Yeah. Well, yeah.

Kujou Tenn: You have a lot of courage. It was impressive.

Midou Torao: …Thanks…

Kujou Tenn: Well, I’ll be going. I’m looking forward to working with you today. 

Yotsuba Tamaki: Wait, Tenten! Thank you for the other day. What about the thing with Aya?

Kujou Tenn: We can’t talk about that here.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Is Aya debuting?

Kujou Tenn: Who said something like that?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Isumin did…

Isumi Haruka: I didn’t! I just asked if she was gonna debut! Isn’t it about time she does?

Yotsuba Tamaki: This job isn’t easy. You know that, right, Tenten?

Kujou Tenn: Well, that’s true.

Isumi Haruka:  Since it’s Acchan, she’s gonna be fine. You two should believe in her. You’re her big brothers, right?

Yotsuba Tamaki: That’s two different things! Right, Tenten!?

Kujou Tenn: No, I… I’m trying to put a distance between myself and my younger brother and sister, as siblings, so…  

Ousaka Sougo: Tamaki-kun, did anything happen to Aya-chan?

Yotsuba Tamaki: It seems like something happened, but he said we can’t talk about it here.

Kujou Tenn: I’ll go to you guys’ dorm soon.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Are you sure about it? Rikkun’s there, too… Didn’t you just say you wanna keep a distance from him?

Kujou Tenn: ….

Isumi Haruka: What’s the problem, just do it! Stop overthinking it so much. 

Kujou Tenn: Ah, right…

Ousaka Sougo: Up until recently, Riku-kun was calling you “Tenn”, but now it’s Kujou-san being distant?

Ousaka Sougo: That’s twins for you. Your nature and behavior are so similar, it’s very amusing.

Kujou Tenn: ….

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sou-chan, that’s unexpected of you…

Ousaka Sougo: Eh…? Was it rude to call it amusing!? I’m very sorry…!

Kujou Tenn: No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.

(door opens)

Nanase Riku: I’m back… Ah, Tenn-nii…!

Kujou Tenn: Riku…

Izumi Iori: Good morning, Kujou-sa—…

Nanase Riku: Waah~! Tenn-nii you were here! I wanted to see you, so I was looking for you!

Nanase Riku: It’s been a while since we got to work together! I was excited to one day be on BackMagic together with you all this time!

Kujou Tenn: ….

Kujou Tenn: …Would it be normal to say “Me, too” right now? What do you think, Izumi Iori?

Izumi Iori: You’re asking me that while not even bothering with a greeting? I think it’s normal, though.

Kujou Tenn: I see.

Kujou Tenn: Me, too, Riku.

Nanase Riku: Yay~! Looking forward to today!

--

Anesagi Kaoru: Good work today, Takanashi-san.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Good work!

Okazaki Rinto: Finally, it’s getting announced today.

Utsugi Shirou: The “New Black or White project”... How do you think everyone will react?

Anesagi Kaoru: They’re competitive kids, of course! Their idol soul is definitely going to be burning and get them all fired up!

Okazaki Rinto: Thinking about finally being able to talk about it in the open makes me excited!

Utsugi Shirou: I won’t lose to you.

Takanashi Tsumugi: That’s my line! The winner of the first “New Black or White” is…

Takanashi Tsumugi: IDOLiSH7!

Anesagi Kaoru: TRIGGER!

Okazaki Rinto: Re:vale!

Utsugi Shirou: I’m very sorry, but it’ll be ŹOOḼ.

--

Yotsuba Tamaki: …Huh? Sounds like the managers are arguing…

Izumi Iori: They’re rivals, but I’d still like them to try keeping the exchange between agencies in this business friendly in the end.

Isumi Haruka:  Embarrassing adults.

~ to be continued ~

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6.9.3. - Special Day

Mr. Shimooka: This week’s “Backyard MAGIC” will be brought to you as a special 3-hour live broadcast!

Izumi Mitsuki: We have some great guests lined up in the studio as well! Everyone, please enjoy “Backyard MAGIC”!

Audience: Kyaaaah…!

Momo: Let’s have a good time!

Kujou Tenn: Let’s get along well.

Nanase Riku: Let’s have some fun!

Isumi Haruka: Let’s do this today.

Mr. Shimooka: This special live broadcast will be a grand male idol special!

Mr. Shimooka: With new information about Re:vale’s new movie “Chill Out”!

Mr. Shimooka: Special advance information about TRIGGER’s new program “Treasure Café”!

Mr. Shimooka: Current videos of IDOLiSH7’s recently aired summer vacation project, “Beach paradise! Uproar during water athletics!”!

Mr. Shimooka: From the drama “BLAST” starring ŹOOḼ in the main roles, we’ll be introducing you to it and showing you some highlights!

Mr. Shimooka: And finally! There is big news that no one here knows about so far!

Audience: Kyaaah….

Izumi Mitsuki: News that we don’t even know about!?

Yuki: Is today the last episode?

Momo: Yuki! This is a program with high ratings!

Yaotome Gaku: Are we gonna suddenly be taken somewhere…?

Ousaka Sougo: Right, it was on a different show, but there was a gag like that before.

Nanase Riku: I wonder what it is!? “Big news”!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Maybe they’ll give us something! Like a watermelon or grapes!

Mr. Shimooka: Fufufu… Please look forward to it until the end!

Izumi Mitsuki: And now: based on the Tale of the Soga Brothers, the near-future SF “Chill Out”! Can you point out some highlights for us?

Izumi Mitsuki: First, Yuki-san!

Yuki: Momo’s role is a really strong person. There’s a scene where he pulls out a radio tower from the ground and that’s really cool, but also cute.

Audience: Kyaaaah…

Izumi Mitsuki: Pulling out a radio tower?! That’s kind of hard to imagine… Momo-san, which scenes do you recommend?

Momo: Maybe the big fight at the end? I think the people who know the Tale of the Soga Brothers will probably get what I mean.

Momo: From a spy-like scene, it becomes a flashy action scene with a big fight before turning into a serious tearjerker scene…

Izumi Mitsuki: There’s lots of highlights, aren’t there?

Momo: Well, Yuki’s acting is just that good!! It even made it into my dreams, I was turning in my sleep.

Audience: Kyaaaaah…

Yuki: Really?

Momo: Of course~! I woke up crying out “Brother!!”. Please watch that part carefully!

--

Passerby A: I’m super excited for “Chill Out”!

Passerby B: I’ll look into the Tale of the Soga Brothers! The theme song is great, too, so I’m really happy!

Passerby C: The costumes in the film are the coolest! I wonder if they’re gonna dance in those, too!

--

Mr. Shimooka: Here’s the early footage from TRIGGER’s new program, “Treasure Café”! Ah, is that Gaku-kun?

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah.

Mr. Shimooka: The waiter uniform suits you!

Yaotome Gaku: Haha, thanks.

Kujou Tenn: This kind of thing really suits Gaku, right.

Audience: Kyaaah…

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: It does suit him. Ever since we’ve been living together, the three of us have been cooking together a lot, too.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I was talking with Tenn about how, aside from his stage outfits, Gaku also looks good in an apron.

Audience: Kyaaah…

Yaotome Gaku: You said something like that, huh? That makes me happy.

Kujou Tenn: You’re happy?

Yaotome Gaku: Looking good in a suit or a kimono is one thing, but a guy who looks good in an apron is cool, too, right?

Mr. Shimooka: You’re really happy to be praised by your members, aren’t you?

Yaotome Gaku: Well, yeah.

Mr. Shimooka: Let’s look at the recorded footage then, let’s go! …Ah, you’re wiping down the counter quickly, that’s some fine skill~!

Mr. Shimooka: Have you worked in customer service before?

Yaotome Gaku: Yes. My relatives have a So— I worked in a restaurant before.

Mr. Shimooka: I see! That makes sense. Then you’re already comfortable with that kind of work.

Yaotome Gaku: Yes, thank you.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Ah, a girl who came into the store started screaming.

Mr. Shimooka: Of course she’s screaming, she just entered a café and Yaotome Gaku was working there as a waiter!

Kujou Tenn: Gaku, what did you say when that happened?

Yaotome Gaku: “Welcome.”

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That’s the right thing to say as a greeting!

--

Passerby D: Gaku-san is cool…! Cool yet cute…. I want him to be my boyfriend….

Passerby E: No, no, that’s impossible! We’re talking about TRIGGER here!

Passerby D: If it had been the Gaku-san from before, I’d also think it was impossible! But isn’t it kind of cute when he’s a little more careless and relaxed like this!?

Passerby F: I get that… I want him to be my boyfriend… Or at least, I want him to work at my workplace.

Passerby E: If TRIGGER were my colleagues, I’d also be super motivated at work!

Passerby F: Right~! I’d get promoted!!

--

Mr. Shimooka: I just went ahead and showed the footage from “Beach paradise! Uproar during water athletics!”. Everyone seems to be having so much fun!

Nanase Riku: We were having loads of fun! The sun wasn’t too strong, either, so Nagi was fine until the end.

Rokuya Nagi: It was the best! I’ve decided what my dream is, too!

Mr. Shimooka: Ohh, what is it?

Rokuya Nagi: Getting a house with a water athletics course in the yard!

Audience: Kyaaaah…

Izumi Mitsuki: If you say that, that means you might actually get it, aren’t you…?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Ah, this part! You gotta look at this! Me and Sou-chan had a real race!

Mr. Shimooka: It’s true! You’re surprisingly competitive! Ah, Tamaki-kun slipped when climbing the athletic course…!

Ousaka Sougo: I was able to pull ahead of him quite a lot there.

Izumi Iori: He looks so unconcerned while running. Ousaka-san doesn’t hold back during times like these, huh.

Mr. Shimooka: Wait, wait! In the back, the one relaxing on the bench and eating parfait, isn’t that Yamato-kun?

Yotsuba Tamaki: It’s true!

Ousaka Sougo: Yamato-san!?

Nikaidou Yamato: No, no. It’s not parfait, it’s cream soda.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Even though we were running around…!

Izumi Mitsuki: Well, it’s already good enough that the old man isn’t drinking beer.

Nikaidou Yamato: Exactly, exactly. Praise me, praise me.

Nanase Riku: Amazing! The world’s most yummy-looking cream soda!

Izumi Iori: That’s what you’re praising?

Nikaidou Yamato: …and its drinker Yamato-san.

Nanase Riku: Its drinker Yamato-san!

Nikaidou Yamato: Thank you! You get it, Riku~!

Izumi Iori: Isn’t that manipulation too obvious?

--

Passerby G: IDOLiSH7 is cute….! Just looking at them makes me energized!

Passerby H: This variety show was really fun, so I am glad to see the backstage parts of it! BackMagic gets it…!

Passerby G: Sougo-san was wearing a rashguard this time, too, huh?

Passerby H: Sougo-san looks good like that! Everyone’s swimsuits have been great~!

--

Izumi Mitsuki: “BLAST” ended at a crazy point! I wanna watch the movie already!

Inumaru Touma: Thank you very much.

Izumi Mitsuki: I always thought the guy Natsume plays, Nagato Kyouya, was suspicious! But I still didn’t expect that!

Natsume Minami: I’m happy you enjoyed it.

Izumi Mitsuki: The movie will deal with Shuu trying to get Shou back after he was kidnapped by the lab agent Nagato, right?

Izumi Mitsuki: He even joins forces with Hyoudou, who he always had a cat and dog type relationship with in the drama.

Inumaru Touma: Yeah, kind of like that! I know this isn’t a full review session, but how about we take a look at the next highlights?　

Izumi Mitsuki: Sure. I really like Sakaki Shuu.

Inumaru Touma: For real!? I’m glad!

Izumi Mitsuki: You’re really cool in the role of the lone wolf, Inumaru! Even though in reality, you’re such a sincere person. Speaking of which, Yamato-san says he liked Hyoudou.

Midou Torao: Oh, really. Thanks a lot.

Izumi Mitsuki: Isumi has been made into a test subject at the lab. Isn’t that kinda super bad!?

Isumi Haruka: It is, right. Even though he had just opened his heart to Shuu, Shou got betrayed by Kyouya. I feel sorry for him.

Izumi Mitsuki: I want you to be saved~! Please. Don’t lose against Natsume!

Inumaru Touma: Even in private, I can’t really go up against Mina…

Audience: Kyaaah…

Natsume Minami: Fufufu.

--

Passerby I: ŹOOḼ is so cool…! I’ve been into them ever since “BLAST”, so I’m happy to see Touma-kun’s smile!

Passerby J: All of them did great with their roles! Torao-kun even did an action scene by himself!

Passerby I: I wanna see the movie already~! I wanna see more of Minami-kun’s evil face!

Passerby J: I’m really curious about what happens to Haruka-kun’s role, too…! Ah, I’m excited…!

--

Mr. Shimooka: The time to say goodbye is getting closer, but everyone, you remember it, right!?

Audience: Kyaaaah…!

Momo: Big news! Big news!

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Does Mitsuki-kun know?

Izumi Mitsuki: I haven’t heard anything either!

Yotsuba Tamaki: What kind of surprise is it!?

Mr. Shimooka: Time for an important announcement!!

~ to be continued ~

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6.9.4. - New Black or White

Mr. Shimooka: Time for an important announcement!!

Mr. Shimooka: “Black or White Music Fantasia”, the yearly national music program, will be facing a big renewal!

Nanase Riku: Black or White will…

Kujou Tenn: Get a big renewal…?

Mr. Shimooka: Right now, the embargo on the information has been lifted, and at the same time, there are announcements on various TV programs, online streams and on social media!

Mr. Shimooka: It’s called “Black or White Live Showdown”!

Mr. Shimooka: Black or White has a long history with the music world in Japan!

Mr. Shimooka: To keep up with the current era, and to create an all-connecting experience, Black or White will experience a big renewal this time!! 

Mr. Shimooka: Breaking out of the confines of being a pure singing competition, “Black or White Live Showdown” will not only be about singing, but also dancing, costumes as well as adapting to the venue…

Mr. Shimooka: Several points have been added to the judging criteria in order to make it a mini live showdown!

Audience: Kyaaaaah…!

Momo: Mini live showdown!?

Inumaru Touma: Does that mean we can sing more than one song!?

Mr. Shimooka: The contestants will compete with a setlist of four songs!

Mr. Shimooka: The structure of the live, costumes, dancing and singing ability. Live performance, fanservice, the artistic quality of the set as well as stage directions!

Mr. Shimooka: Live goods and even uniforms, all of these are ways to strengthen the completeness and feeling of unity in the venue and will be part of the judging criteria!

Mr. Shimooka: How do you make the audience experience entertainment? Can you create the best live?

Mr. Shimooka: During the special time of welcoming the new year, how can the artists and the audience become one? Can you create a festival that can only be found there?

Mr. Shimooka: A Black or White that has left the living room! That’s what “Black or White Live Showdown” is!

Audience: Kyaaaah…!

--

Passerby K: Wait, wait! What does that mean!?

Passerby L: I’m not sure, but I think it means we’ll definitely get to hear a lot of songs!?

Passerby M: Ah, look, look! Even this female idol group’s show announced the same thing!

Passerby K: They’re gonna do Black or White in different locations across the country!? They’ll connect those via live broadcast, right?

Passerby L: I wonder which venue IDOLiSH7 will perform in!?

--

Mr. Shimooka: The final showdown of the male idol groups will be in Zero Arena…!!

Mr. Shimooka: Talking about the male idol group finale, the last overall winner was Re:vale! And the winner of the male idol category was IDOLiSH7!

Mr. Shimooka: Those two groups’ entry is already confirmed!

Izumi Iori: Our entry was confirmed…

Yuki: I see.

--

Okazaki Rinto: Looking forward to it, Takanashi-san!

Takanashi Tsumugi: I’m looking forward to it, too!

--

Mr. Shimooka: The remaining two entries will be determined through “JIMA” and “MOP” and so on, so it will depend on how successful you are in the music scene!

Mr. Shimooka: Will TRIGGER and ŹOOḼ, who are here right now, stand on the stage for  “Black or White Live Showdown”?

Mr. Shimooka: Nobody knows what the future will bring!

--

Anesagi Kaoru: All of Japan is talking about “Zero”. If TRIGGER’s name doesn’t show up, I’ll never trust this industry again. 

Utsugi Shirou: We’ll do our best, but ŹOOḼ landed a hit with “BLAST”, so there’s no way they would be excluded from the contest.

Okazaki Rinto:  I think you’re right, but you should probably still be careful.

Anesagi Kaoru: I know!

Utsugi Shirou: I know.

Takanashi Tsumugi: I hope we’ll be able to compete together with everyone!

--

Mr. Shimooka: Everyone who is watching the program right now! Yes, you who is listening to my voice right now!

Mr. Shimooka: If you’re watching BackMagic, you must be a pretty big idol fan!

Mr. Shimooka: Please leave your New Year’s Eve plans open!

Audience: Kyaaah…!!

Mr. Shimooka: If you can, please get a ticket and go to the live venue!

Audience: Kyaaah…!!

Mr. Shimooka: It will be the greatest live, made up of four songs carefully picked by the artists to express their style!

Mr. Shimooka: We promise you the best experience! This is a live versus live contest!

Audience: Kyaaah…!!

Mr. Shimooka: At the end of the year, let’s get fired up and enjoy the time together!

Audience: Kyaaaaah…!!

(clapping)

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Nanase Riku: A new Black or White… Such an amazing project has started! He said it’s a live showdown!

Yotsuba Tamaki: I’m super excited! Which four songs are we performing!?

Izumi Mitsuki: There’s gotta be a new song in it, of course!

Rokuya Nagi: OH! Sougo, how about taking on the challenge of composing IDOLiSH7’s new song?

Ousaka Sougo: Me…?

Nikaidou Yamato: Yeah! If your schedule isn’t too packed, why not consider it?

Nikaidou Yamato: If we, as IDOLiSH7, are going into this contest, we want to sing one of Sou’s songs, too.

Ousaka Sougo: Yamato-san…

Izumi Iori: I agree. What do you think, Ousaka-san?

Ousaka Sougo: I… I’d like to take the challenge. I don’t know if I’ll do well, though…

Ousaka Sougo: I did think I wanted to have everyone sing my songs one day, not just MEZZO’’, but…

Nanase Riku: Please let us sing it! An IDOLiSH7 song made by you, Sougo-san!

Izumi Mitsuki: That’s great! Let’s win against Re:vale with a 100% pure IDOLiSH7 song! 

Ousaka Sougo: …Against Re:vale-san…

Nikaidou Yamato: I think TRIGGER and ŹOOḼ will enter, too, though.

Izumi Iori: Especially if TRIGGER enters the Black or White, too. They said Re:vale is within their reach. 

Rokuya Nagi:  ŹOOḼ is a very strong opponent, too. Their teamwork has steadily been getting better and they gained a lot of momentum.

Yotsuba Tamaki: It’ll be fine!  Do your best, Sou-chan! I’ll do the choreography again, too!

Nanase Riku: I’m really looking forward to it…! I can’t believe we’re gonna compete with a live we all made with our own hands…!

Nanase Riku: We also have a manager who’s great at stage directions! Standing at the top is no longer a dream, is it!?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes, let’s work together to deliver it to the audience!

Takanashi Tsumugi: IDOLiSH7’s greatest live!

IDOLiSH7: Yeah!!

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Woman: Ehehe… I couldn’t wait to go home to read the magazine, so I went to a café.

Woman: The “Auberge La Plage” special! That’s what I bought it for! The last episode was so good~.

Woman: The highlight of “Auberge La Plage” is how all the funny staff members turn out to be secret celebrities one by one…

Woman: Right, right. But because of that, a rival hotel tries to gain them for their business.

Woman: That’s when Tachibana Yuzuru, played by Riku-kun, together with Narumi Sei, the character played by Iori-kun, work together to figure something out. It was fun…

Woman: Aah, I’m sad it’s over… I wanna see more of IDOLiSH7. Their swimming contest was so cute, too!

Woman: I ended up remembering IDOLiSH7’s members’ full names, blood types and birthdays so quickly…

Woman: I’m not actually a fan yet, though. I didn’t join the fan club and I’ve never been to a live…

Woman: A live, huh…

Woman: I can listen to the songs on my smartphone and the dance performances are viewable on TV, so there’s not really a reason to go to a live~.

Woman: Places with lots of people are hard to deal with, and I’d feel sad if I was left behind because I couldn’t really get in the mood…

Woman: It would be a waste if I tried too hard and did something unnecessary and stopped having fun, even though I’m having fun right now.

Woman: I’ll stay like this, enjoying it casually.

Woman: …Ah, “IDOLiSH7” is trending on rabbitter. 

Woman: What…? “New Black or White”? The music program at the end of every year, that Black or White?

Woman: The male idols will compete in a mini live showdown…

Woman: Eeh, what’s that? That sounds really interesting…!

Woman: Let’s look for more information on rabbitter…

Woman: “There was an announcement in BackMagic”, “I wanna go for sure!”, “Support your oshi in person and make them win!”...

Woman: Support… That makes sense, it is a live showdown after all. I can support them…

Woman: I want IDOLiSH7 to win… I want to see IDOLiSH7 before my eyes and support them…

Woman: ….

Woman: How do I get a ticket? I wonder if I can get one without joining the fanclub?

Woman: No, that’s impossible, right? It’s definitely gonna be super expensive like that, right… Eeh~, now I really wanna go…

Woman: Eh~, can I buy it? Ah, just thinking about going makes my heart pound…

Woman: If I could go, it’d be amazing for sure…. It would be amazing for me.

Woman:  Because, y’know… I love just watching them, but having something so far away…

Woman: …To be close for just a moment, it’ll be as it becomes real… Something like that makes my heart pound so much, I might die.

Woman: …..

Woman: ….I’ll just apply, I’ll just try applying. If it doesn’t work, it’s fine.

Woman: Ah, I’m lying! I really wanna get it!

~ to be continued ~

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hello!! mod riku here!! we are super alive, actually, but life is [gestures]. once more, thank you for all the positive feedback! also, happy new year, i suppose.

TL note courtesy of Haruka-kun!

* a note on the title of this section: the original is 楽(しい部)屋 which is a pun on the fact that both the word fun (楽しい) and greenroom (楽屋) share a kanji. i’m not smart or patient enough to think about a good pun equivalent in english, so you get the title and this note

#idolish7 part 6 #idolish7 #idolish7 spoilers #idolish7 translations #idolish7 translation

[cybercupidwrites]

He makes me laugh (Part 3)

pairings: Jess Mariano x fem! Reader

warnings: language(?), pregnant teen reader, insecurities, fight, not proofread!

Words: 2064

Author’s note: Hi friends! It’s been a while but here is the next part of the story again i am so sorry for taking this long to finish it. I hope you’re life has been doing great since we’ve last chatted. I hope you enjoy the story, i know it’s not that good but i will try harder on the next part!

You don’t even care about the fight anymore, it was so stupid anyways.

You’d just gotten to Luke’s after your shift at Doose’s market, when you and Jess started arguing. Arguments these days consisted of the same thing, he was jealous of your friendship with Dean and you were jealous of his friendship with Rory. You both just couldn’t seem to understand that both of you guys were just friends with the other person. Sometimes there’d even been times when Rory and Dean were involved themselves, this was one of those times. You found Jess and Rory upstairs too close for your comfort. They weren’t doing anything, you’d just already been having a bad day and this irked you. Jess told you there was nothing going on, but you didn’t care, honestly all you wanted at the moment was for her to get out so you could be with Jess. So when Rory piped in to also confirm nothing had been going on you snapped at her and asked her if she’d like if you were that close to Dean, alone in a closed room, when she didn’t respond you told her to get out. Jess told you that you were being mean and that if she was leaving he was too, because ‘you were being over dramatic about nothing’. You were too mad to follow after him and stayed upstairs. After a couple of minutes you started to cry. When you calmed down a little you didn’t feel like being upstairs anymore and decided you wanted to go to your apartment, lay down and just forget the whole day even happened and deal with it tomorrow. Unfortunately Luke saw that your face was all puffy and told you to sit down. You did as you were told and tried to stay calm but as soon as Luke asked if you were okay you started crying all over again. Luke being Luke told everyone to get out and told you to tell him everything. You tried to tell him it was nothing, just pregnancy hormones. He told you that he knew you were lying because he saw Jess leave angrily.

“So he did leave with her huh?” You wiped away your tears and tried breathing normally again, “who? Rory? No, Jess told her something and walked away from her.” You nodded your head and you started to feel guilty. “She’s a nice girl, Rory. I don’t know why I'm so jealous of her, but I am. I don’t know what it is but I know she likes Jess and I know she’s with Dean but she likes him, Luke, I know she does. I just need to know if Jess feels the same, but all he says is that they’re just friends but it's not reassuring to me. I feel so stupid. This whole thing makes me feel stupid.” You sigh loudly and try to laugh everything off. “How do you know she likes him? What if you’re wrong?” You shake your head at Luke, “I’m not. She looks at Jess the same way she used to look at Dean, I barely noticed the change recently. I saw them talking on the bench in the square one day while I was at work, and I felt so incredibly jealous, I mean I’d felt jealous before, but this time it was different and I couldn’t really tell why at first until I realized she was looking at Jess the same way I do. That kind of hurt and I tried not to make a big deal of it, but I couldn't figure out if Jess was looking at her differently or not. And that’s when I really hurt my own feelings.” Luke looks at you sympathetically, and tries to give you a small smile, “Is that what you were fighting about today? Is that what you usually fight about?” You nod your head and look away, “Sort of. Sometimes it’s about Dean. Jess started getting real jealous of Dean when I started working at the market, and we usually had arguments about him first actually, then one day I started one about Rory and it’s just a back and forth thing, today it was about Rory. I came here after work and went upstairs and there she was just in love with my boyfriend and I snapped and told her to get out. Jess told me I was being mean and left with her.”

You pause for only a second, in case Luke wanted to say something, but he didn’t, he stayed quiet and let you continue. But you felt as if you were spiraling by now, and you wish he would’ve just stopped you. “Who knows maybe he does like her. Oh crap what if he does? I love him, Luke. He can’t like her. I can’t lose him, and I can't have the only thing in common that we have be this baby.” Luke wraps an arm around you and hugs you, “You aren’t losing him, Jess loves you way more than you realize. That’s for certain. And i’ll tell you how I know, Jess wouldn’t start arguments about Dean, if he no longer had feelings for you. Jess is a troublemaker, but he’s not the kind to go out looking for a fight. He just doesn’t know how to really express himself.” You nod again and cross you arms over your chest, “I don’t know, I just want him to reassure me, everytime we fight about Rory he just tells me I’m looking too into things, or I’m imagining things, and it makes me feel like I’m going crazy.” Luke sighs loudly, stands up and crosses his arms over his chest, “Look, you both need to communicate with each other, you both have reasons of your own of why you are jealous of Rory and Dean. Stop fighting and listen to each other. You both will continue to fight about this until you talk. Don’t walk away from each other and don’t stop talking until everything is resolved. I would hate to see something like this break you guys up especially with a baby on the way. Just fix everything, and stop fighting, you’re supposed to be excited right now, you get to find out the sex of the baby in a couple of days, look forward to that kiddo.” You start to bite at the inside of your cheek, Luke is right, you shouldn’t be arguing with Jess right now, instead you should be sorting out the last couple of details of your gender reveal party. “Okay. If you see Jess, will you tell him that I’m at my apartment?” He nods and you give him a small thanks before grabbing your things and leaving.

When you get to your apartment you decide that you need to distract yourself before Jess comes, if he does anyways. Cooking is the first thing that comes to your mind. If Jess shows up and things don’t go so great at least you’d have food to stress eat afterwards, but if things are resolved then the both of you could have a nice dinner together. You’re still thinking about what Luke said and hope Jess comes home soon so you aren’t overthinking anything.

Jess arrives at the apartment an hour after you did. You were completely immersed in cooking that you didn’t hear the door open, however you could definitely hear the door slamming shut. You turn down the stove heat and turn around, taking a deep breath before facing Jess. You take a few steps away from the stove when Jess comes into view. You try to greet Jess but immediately you are taken aback as Jess grabs the sides on your face and kisses you passionately. Confused with his actions you hardly kiss back, as Jess pulls away he mutters a quick apology.

“I thought you were mad at me?” You ask him, he shakes his head, “I’m not. I mean I was but I’m not anymore. I’m so sorry.” You wrap your arms around Jess and tell him you’re sorry too. “We need to talk about it though, we can’t just kiss, say some sorrys and expect the problem to just go away. We have to work on this, I don’t want to argue anymore, it’s so tiring.” You let go of Jess and take a step back. “I don’t want to argue anymore either, so yeah let’s talk.” You give him a small smile and tell him to sit at the table while you turn off the stove. Once off you make your way to the table as well and take a seat. It’s quiet for a couple of seconds before Jess starts the conversation.

“Rory is my friend. I do not have feelings for her nor have I had feelings for her.” You nod your head, you want to retaliate with something but you wouldn’t be resolving anything. “Okay, I believe you. But Rory has feelings for you.” Jess bites his lip and slumps down in his chair, “Yeah I know.” You furrow your brows at him and stay quiet so he can continue. “After our argument today when we left Luke’s, I asked her if there was any way you were just overthinking and if it was true if she had feelings and she stayed silent so i just walked away from her. I swear I never knew.” You feel relief after he says this, of course not completely because you were right Rory did have feelings for Jess, but Jess didn’t know until today. “You don’t like her?” Jess immediately shakes his head, “No I don't. I do, however, like you. Love you even.” You smiled at Jess and reached for his hand that was on his table. “I love you too.”

“I want you to know that Dean and I are just friends too. And I'm more than positive he is completely in love with Rory.” Jess nods and squeezes your hand, “okay”

You stand up from your chair and walk over to Jess before placing your hands on his face and bending down to kiss him, “I’m sorry for all of the arguments I started” Jess stands up and wraps his arms around you, “I’m sorry for all the arguments I started.” You hug each other and stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a few seconds before Jess asks you what you were cooking before and if you needed help cooking anything else. You tell him you’re making soup and sandwiches and to get the bread and other sandwich things out as you finish the soup.

It felt nice to move on from the arguments and to feel reassured. You hope he feels the same way.

“So the party is in two days, what do we still need to plan?” Jess speaks up, “oh! Um we still need to tell sookie what cake flavor we were wanting, she already has the envelope with the gender. Um Lorelai says coordinating outfits would be cute, so I thought we could go shopping for that tomorrow but if you don’t like the coordinating idea that’s okay! We also need to oh, I think that’s it actually.” Jess nods in acknowledgment, “what about carrot cake, you love carrot cake,” you smile brightly at him, “i think we should do confetti, your favorite!” He shakes he head in protest, “no its makes more sense, carrot cake is not a gender reveal cake, let’s do confetti!” Jess smiles at you brightly, “okay, let’s do it.”

When you finish your food, Jess is the one to start on the dishes, you quickly grab a towel and start drying and putting away the clean ones. The rest of the night goes by quickly and soon enough you’re both in bed ready to fall asleep in each others arms.

“I hope we have a girl.” Jess whispers to you, you smile at the thought of Jess being a girl dad. “I hope its a boy, so he’s just like you, handsome, and funny,” Jess smiles and even though its dark you know he’s turning red at the comment. “I think they’ll be perfect boy or girl though, and well loved by us both.” Jess agrees and kisses your cheek before saying good night. You whisper a good night back before falling fast asleep.

#jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano #jess mariano x fem reader #jess mariano x reader #gilmore girls

[flashfuture]

In 2001-2002 there were these little bits of Kyle Rayner's Green Lantern run by Judd Winnick that were heavily focused on sexuality. Mainly about Kyle's teenage assistant Terry Berg. Terry was assigned to help Kyle by the illustration company Kyle worked for. And they became pretty good friends. Kyle at this point in time lived in SoHo (Lower Manhattan) with Jennie Lynn-Hayden or Jade the daughter of the original Green Lantern Alan Scott. Jade for background is like a living Green Lantern ring and her skin is green because of this.

So let's get into the issue I'm going to discuss. Green Lantern vol 3 #137. This released in 2001

So Kyle tells Terry he proposed to Jenny and she rejected him (they had recently gotten back together and she told him to slow his roll which he got but it still stung a bit) this made Terry very standoffish.

He and Kyle argue Terry says some pretty terrible things. Kyle yells at him for it.

To which Terry starts crying and Kyle realizes Terry has a crush on him as he runs off.

Then Kyle's like manager? Andre or something comes and what follows is one of my favorite comic sequences ever. Modern comics on sexuality could never be this organically funny

"God. What about you, Man. You're an unmarried artist living in Greenwich Village. What do you think people say about you?"

Yeah Kyle what do the people say about you?

"Have you insulted anyone else about their sexual orientation this afternoon?"

"No just two, but the day isn't over..."

Very good Kyle set your goals high

So then Kyle realizes he is the very last to figure out Terry was gay and thinks maybe he could use a therapist to talk it out with. To which Jenny calls him a moron because the only person Terry will want to talk it out with is Kyle and send him off to go tell Terry the truth. Whatever that means to Kyle

Kyle's little cross "so" he's so awkward I'm obsessed. But Kyle starts giving Terry a pep talk. "And I don't really a lot of insight on this subject. But I do know this-- it's perfectly normal to ask these questions about yourself." And he promises Terry there is nothing wrong with him and Terry is getting pretty cheered up about it.

And then Kyle makes it clear. He's real flattered however

"But I'm with someone."

"And you're not gay."

"No I'm not. And you're sixteen. And, like I said, I'm with someone."

There is a point here that Kyle is rejecting Terry on the ground of being a kid and Kyle is dating someone else. Terry is the one who brings up Kyle not being gay. Which Kyle confirms he's not gay. But this entire story hinges on Kyle having never thought about this and then sitting down besides a teenager with no clue what to say other than it's normal to question this about yourself.

And the story ends off with Kyle and Terry joking around and a good hug and Kyle telling Terry he was very brave today.

[The next bit of Judd Winnick writing Kyle having personal feelings about sexuality as a whole is a much less feel good story. It's the Hate Crimes two issue arc in 2002. Which I discuss here if anyone is interested]

#dc comics #kyle rayner #green lantern #jennifer lynn hayden #jade #terry berg #long post

[smolwritingchick]

Smol Brainstorm: Would You Stay With Me In Korea?

Author's Note: Anotha smol oneshot/brainstorm. I found this in the old documents. This will take place in BTS Bon Voyage Season 3! The scene where the cute little boy went up to Jungkook and shook his hand. When I saw the scene this idea popped into my head and I wrote about it. It made me think of Jungkook wondering about the future with him and Jennie. Wondering if she'd stay with him in Korea and marry him one day.

I may add onto this when I officially get to this chapter but enjoy the cheese! (I still have yet to watch Season 3 but when I get to the chapter, I will! Val got a lot to cover lol.)

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Looking at his phone while holding her hand, Jungkook tried to figure out where they were supposed to be going. Meanwhile, Jennie happily observed the scenery of Malta in the evening as the camera crew followed them. The couple had gotten so used to the cameras filming their moments together that it was like they didn't even notice anymore.

“Okay, I feel like we’ve been walking in circles. You sure you know where we’re going? I can always just look at the phone.” she suggested.

“I got it…I think.” he stopped walking and released her hand, scrolling through the map.

Laughing, she took his phone to figure out what the problem was. Periodically, she glanced at her surroundings while he stood next to her, watching what she was doing.

“This isn’t the right way,” she confirmed.

“What?” he whined. “How?”

“Kookie, just admit that you got us lost and you got too confident.”

“I-I was not!”

“That whole I’m the Golden Maknae speech from earlier is kinda funny now after finding out you were taking us the wrong way.”

“Or I did it on purpose so we can spend more time alone before we have to meet up with the rest of the hyungs,” he admitted.

“Which I enjoyed! But you could have just told me.” she playfully bumped into him while a bright smile came across his face.

Once he received his phone back, he then noticed a figure running their way and turned, looking down to see a little black boy staring at them curiously. Jennie glanced at her boyfriend, about to ask what he was looking at but then saw the kid. The boy was smiling at them and it made her heart flutter when Jungkook stuck out his hand for him to shake. After the child cutely ran off, looking back at them occasionally, Jungkook laughed softly and said that the boy was cute.

Before Jennie could comment on how adorable of a scene she had witnessed, Jungkook spoke up, again.

“Ah…I bet our kids will be just as cute as him.” he thought out loud.

Her heart began to race at his statement while Jungkook looked shooked when he realized he blurted it out loud. The camera crew filming them thought it was adorable while she looked down shyly with her face on fire.

Did he really mean that?

And just when she was about to reply, the little boy and his parents approached the couple and greeted them, introducing themselves.

Jennie gushed over how adorable the boy was and was able to see his cute smile up close and personal. She gave him a hug when she kneeled to his level and enjoyed his adorable answers to her questions as she asked him if he was enjoying himself and what he did for fun, today.

“Are you from here?” The mom asked once Jennie stood up.

“No, ma’am, my boyfriend and I are vacationing with our friends. It’s a beautiful place.”

“Wow, how long have you two been dating?”

“A couple of years, now.” she proudly said with a smile.

“Ah, young love. You remind me of my husband and I during our college years. Well, I hope for many more years to come. With the way you are with our son, I can see you’re good with children.”

“Me? You think so?”

“Yes, indeed. I bet you will be a great mom, one day.”

“Really? Wow, thank you. I hope so, too.” she grinned and laughed cutely, making Jungkook smile. “How long have you two been married?”

“We are actually celebrating our 12th wedding anniversary.”

“Wow, 12 years? What a blessing! I am so happy for you.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. This man drives me off the wall sometimes but I love him.”

After a nice conversation with the family and saying goodbye, Jungkook walked with Jennie to their destination.

“Me as a mom? I get so nervous when someone brings something like that up. Do you really think I’ll be a good parent?” she started to ramble.

“I thought about it, actually,”

That took her by surprise but she thought he was joking and playfully hit him in response.

“Don’t joke like that!”

“Who said I was, Mrs. Jeon?” he giggled, looking at her lovingly while her heart skipped a beat.

“Stop playing with me.”

Kissing the top of her head, he wrapped an arm around her as they continued to walk. 

He thought about it often. The thought of marrying her and having children with her in the future. He couldn't see himself with anyone else but her. These years of being together have been filled with amazing memories and he couldn't wait to create more with her. 

For a while, he had started thinking that she was the one whom he wanted to settle down with. But he wondered if she would want to permanently be with him in Korea. Would she leave America and live with him in Korea?

With his mind deep in thought, he decided to ask what was on his mind as he removed his arm from her and continued holding her hand.

“Jagi?”

“Yes?”

With butterflies in his stomach, as he thought about the future with her, he asked softly, “Would you...would you want to stay in Korea with me?”

Jennie stopped walking which made him stop, too as she made him face her. Standing on her toes, she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him close for a sweet kiss as he held her in his arms.

Pulling away, she smiled. “Yes, I would.”

#jungkook x oc #jungkook x black oc #jungkook fluff #smol drabble #smol brainstorm #smol oneshot #jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #the bangtan gal #bts fluff

[agaypanic]

would you write a Benny x reader story where the reader is sick and Benny takes care of her?

The Doctor's In (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: When you don’t come to school one day, Benny gets worried. He decides to check on you and finds you sick in bed.

A/N: i got 3 of this exact request, are yall getting sick or something ???

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When Benny didn’t see you in the morning before classes, he tried not to overthink it. Occasionally, you were tardy to first period or made it right before the bell, so it was possible today was just one of those days. Benny didn’t have first period with you; you shared third period, which was why you always tried to meet before school started.

But you never showed up to class. You didn’t even send a text saying you couldn’t make it. Benny would’ve texted you to ask where you were, but the school had recently employed a no-cell phone policy during class, so he’d have to wait until lunch.

“Have you guys heard from Y/n?” Benny asked as he neared the gang’s lunch table. “I didn’t see her in the morning or in English.”

“I haven’t texted her since last night,” Erica answered, the rest of the group giving similar answers. “Maybe she slept in or something.”

“She never sleeps in on school days.” Benny sighed, picking at the food on his tray. “What if something’s wrong?”

“Have you tried texting her?” Ethan suggested.

“Yup, hasn’t answered me yet.”

“Don’t sweat it; I bet she has a good reason.” 

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That wasn’t enough for Benny; he needed actual confirmation that you were okay. So he decided that if you hadn’t replied by the time school ended, he’d go to your house instead of his. According to his phone, you hadn’t even opened his message, so he began the short walk to your place, sending a text saying he was coming over just in case you had somehow missed his previous messages. Benny hoped you were there, because he couldn’t think of anywhere else you could’ve been. 

He let himself into the house by using the spare key in one of the hanging flower pots on your porch. All the lights were off, signs that no one was home.

“Y/n?” Benny called out into the seemingly empty home, going up the stairs to your bedroom. He knocked before opening the door. The lights were off, but he could see a lump underneath your covers moving around. “Babe?”

“Benny?” The reply was quiet and groggy, like you had just woken up. Even though it was almost three in the afternoon. “What’re you doing here?” You popped your head out from underneath the blankets, gazing up at him with nearly closed eyes.

“You didn’t come to school and weren’t answering my texts, so I wanted to check on you.” Benny sat down on the edge of the bed, hand laying on your hip while you rubbed at your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“‘M sorry, Bens.” A hand blindly felt around for your phone on the nightstand, and indeed, you had multiple missed texts from your boyfriend and friends. “Oh, crap, I’m sorry, baby. I woke up with, like, the worst headache. I think I caught a bug or something.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry.” Benny rubbed your hip in comfort, helping you slowly sit up. He used his other hand to feel your forehead and dramatically yanked it away, making you smile tiredly. “Ouch! That’s a serious fever you got. Have you taken medicine?”

“Haven’t gotten out of bed all day.” 

Benny clicked his tongue, clearly not satisfied with this. He dropped his backpack on the floor, digging through it to bring out his spellbook.

“Okay, you go to the bathroom. I’ll go to the kitchen.”

“Wait, why are you going to the kitchen?” You asked, trying to make sure you didn’t stand up too fast. Benny opened the door, waiting for you to leave the room first.

“You’ll see.”

Twenty minutes later, Benny was bringing you a bowl of soup. You decided to move down to the living room, knowing that if you stayed in your bedroom, you would probably fall asleep again. 

“Here you go, baby.” Benny set the bowl in your lap, ensuring you had a good hold on it before letting go and sitting beside you. “Chicken noodle soup, with a splash of magic.”

“What kind of magic?” You asked with unserious suspicion. 

“Magic that’ll make that fever and headache go away, so eat up.” You did as told, watching Benny as he browsed the TV for a movie to play. When you two finally settled on something, he pressed play and leaned back into the couch, allowing you to lean into his side while you ate.

“Thanks for doing all this.” You said, setting your bowl on the coffee table after having the last of the soup. You were already starting to feel a bit better. “You didn’t have to.” Benny laughed.

“I wasn’t just gonna leave you here to suffer. Besides, I like seeing you every day, and we can’t really do that if you’re sick.” Benny kissed the top of your head, the arm hung over your shoulders bringing you closer to him. “You know, if you really wanna thank me, you could give me a kiss.” He puckered his lips, trying to seem more convincing, but you pushed his face away.

“Bens, I don’t wanna get you sick.” He scoffed.

“As if I care about that. Plus, I bet you’re already getting better.” Benny pushed some stray hairs away from your face. “And if I do get sick, you can just take care of me. It’s only fair.”

You’d argue that it was the slight delirium from being sick, but Benny’s charm convinced you to give in. One kiss turned into many, not that either of you really minded.

“Thanks, doctor.” You said after finally pulling away, watching him grin down at you with a dreamy look.

“Any time, hun.”

Thanks to Benny’s magic, your fever was completely gone by the next morning. You walked to school with a pep in your step, ready to see Benny and the rest of your friends. Everyone was there to see you except for Benny. You weren’t surprised to get a text before class from your boyfriend saying that he was feeling sick.

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Angst 3, 10, 19, 22, 28 & 34 Famous H starts getting distant, cold and mean and everyone around them notices... while y/n is being attacked by the media and fans and he doesn't give af, she feels like everything is her fault and that kind of life ain't for her. Ps: Please make me cryyy, I need it, tysm

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Y/N just knew that there was more going with Harry than just stress from being busy, as he would tell her lately. Yes, he had a rather eventful year with tour and films and promos, but he was being absolutely frigid with her. Y/N had been with pretty awful partners in her past and they had wrecked her self-esteem and sense of worth. Harry had been someone who had started to make her feel worthy and strong and worth the effort and it was easy to fall in love with him and trust him, so seeing the way he was acting towards her now made her self-doubt and loathing far worse than before. The most painful part of it all was that even if the problem was on his end of things, which she knew it was, she felt completely culpable for it all. 

It made sense though. She was always the common denominator when it came the issues. She could never seem to get it right and after seeing things slowly start to go to shit with Harry no one couldn’t convince Y/N that the one who was at fault was her. She was damaged goods, she was broken, she was unworthy of someone so full of light. Maybe she deserved the way he was icing her out and the way that everyone seemed to be turning away from her. She felt her stomach twisting with hurt and a lump forming in her throat as she looked through the comment section on her Instagram.

Harry looks so miserable with Y/N! I hope he dumps her.

H looks so happy and free when she isn’t at his shows! Like he’s having way more fun and interacting with the fans.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again… Y/N is Harry’s ugliest girlfriend LOL Sorry not sorry!

You’re such a try-hard! You literally copy everything H does for attention. Get a fucking life.

Obviously Y/N & Harry are a PR stunt! He would never get with someone that ugly LMAO

She looks like a stuck up bitch. So much for TPWK

Nobody likes you Y/N! Maybe you should just kill yourself…

Her eyes were welling up as she read the cruel words. People could be so horrible for no apparent reason. She hadn’t been OK for a while now, her mental health was suffering as people just tore her apart. The fans and the media. She wasn’t sure at what point she became the focus of people’s attention in that capacity but she wanted it all to stop. It had gotten to the point where even Jeff had pulled her aside to see if she was OK and she had mustered up the coolest smile she could and confirmed that she was fine. He didn’t seem to buy it, but he also didn’t seem to push it either and after that he didn’t ask again. She heard some foot steps approaching the hotel room and she wiped at her eyes quickly and locked her phone before switching on the TV. Soon enough the door was opening and in stepped Harry, all sweaty from his work out as he removed his ear phones.

“How was it?” She asked genuinely.

“Fine. Kinda dingy, lots of the equipment was missing.” He mumbled as he turned away from her to strip off his shirt while toeing off his sneakers.

“Oh, bummer.”

“Yeah.” He responded, “Are you gonna come to the stadium with me today?” He asked and she bit her lip for a second. The words from the comments lighting up in her head and she felt unsure.

“Do you want me to come?” She asked another question in response to his question and he sighed audibly.

“That’s not…” he paused, “Just do what you want.” He said, clearly frustrated at her response and she felt a lump in her throat.

“Sorry for upsetting you. I just don’t want to get in the way or be handful or something.” She elaborated and he turned towards her and sighed.

“Then why did you come?” He asked her and that question was like a kick to her stomach. The hurt radiated from the depths of her chest to her fingertips.

“I-”

“You’re the one who asked if you were able to come on tour with me and for what? You don’t even come to the shows! You just sit here all day watching TV on your own!” He defended his statement and she frowned, “It costs money, you know?” He said and that made her heart lurch even more, “Every date you’re here for we pay for extra food for you and I get a bigger room and shit. You don’t have to come to tours if you’re just gonna make it a miserable time for yourself and everyone else.” He said and she felt a tear slip down her cheek as he said that and she glanced down at her hands folder in her lap. That’s all she was… wasted money? Wow. It’s not that she didn’t want to be there, she definitely wanted to but the horrible things people would post about her were breaking her down from the inside out and as much as she wanted to be there to support him physically she felt it was unfair to her, she had done absolutely nothing to deserve the treatment she received. Harry saw as a few more tears slipped down her cheeks silently and sighed before approaching her.

“Hey.” He said softly as he grabbed her hand, “Look at me.” He beckoned and she glanced up at him, “Sorry, that came out wrong.” He said and she sniffled and shook her head.

“S’fine.” She offered a half smile and that seemed to appease him enough. However, it wasn’t fine, not in the slightest.

“I do want you to come tonight, by the way.” He said to her.

“OK, I’ll start getting ready.” She promised and he smiled before hurrying off to the shower. 

Everyone in the band seemed to be happy she had come along and greeted her with so much warmth and kindness. Harry had just disappeared from her, as she expected. And honestly, she was doing what she would’ve done at the hotel while they sound checked - just sat there for several hours watching TV in a general area wearing a big, fat frown. Harry was in his dressing room getting fitted, he didn’t bother inviting her over or anything. She was there for a while and then got this strange feeling that someone was watching her and when she turned around she saw one of the venue’s staff member’s sneaking a video of her and then turned quickly to pretend to be busy stocking up a fridge. She really wanted to let it go, but she could already see the headlines of how she was unsupportive and didn’t want to be there anyway. She bit her lip nervously before standing.

“Ummm, excuse me?” She said to the young woman who then turned, looking at her with this feigned innocent expression.

“Yes?”

“I don’t… mean to be…” she fumbled on her words, “I ummm, I saw you taking a video of me and I would really appreciate it if you could delete it. Backstage is supposed to be camera free apart from the tour photographer and videographer. You crossed a line and on top of that, I didn’t consent to be filmed by you.” She said nervously and the girl looked offended with her.

“I wasn’t filming you.” She said with a straight face and Y/N nibbled on her lip nervously.

“OK, sorry.” She nodded and shrugged, “Maybe I just saw wrong. But it looked like you were filming and if it were someone else who saw this you could get in a lot of trouble. So just be a little more mindful so that you don’t get in any kind of problems.” She warned with a polite smile. The girl was obviously lying and she didn’t plan on telling Jeff or anything, maybe Harry after the show, but she didn’t want to get the girl’s phone confiscated or anything.

“Sure.” She said curtly before offering a fake smile and walking off. Y/N sighed and headed back to the couch. 

She sat there for a couple hours until it was time for dinner and everyone was heading back to eat. She chatted with the girls and Mitch while Harry floated around. When it came time for Sarah to eat she grabbed the baby and played with him to allow her and Mitch the chance to settle down for a bit. She seemed very engrossed in that and trying to avoid Harry, it gave Sarah an odd feeling and she sat beside Y/N.

“It’s really nice to have you back.” Sarah said with a smile.

“Thanks, it’s nice to be here.” Y/N said and Sarah saw that her smile hardly even reached her eyes.

“Have you been doing OK?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, traveling really gets to me though.” She explained. It was odd for Sarah that Y/N was being so vague with her. They had a pretty good relationship, she just seemed so unlike herself and it was worrisome.

“You can tell me to bugger off if I’m being too nosy, but how are you and H doing?” She asked and Y/N focused her attention on the baby.

“S’alright… I mean he’s busy and tired from the touring and the traveling, and well you know how he sleeps for ages…” she said with a smile and Sarah giggled and nodded.

“It just… seems like you lot aren’t really seeing eye to eye.” She elaborated.

“Oh, definitely not today.” She huffed, “We had a bit of a tiff before heading out.” She explained and then proceeded to share with Sarah what had happened.

“Proper prick, he was.” Sarah scoffed and Y/N sighed, “I mean, yeah, but I have been a bit of a downer and just… yeah.” She accepted.

“Ummm, no. If anything that warrants him treating you far nicer than that.” Sarah expressed and she sighed, trying not to cry as Sarah validated everything she had felt deep inside, “Honestly, how’ve you been doing? I know that this can’t always be easy.” She expressed and Y/N sighed shakily.

“Honestly… it’s been rough.” She confessed, “I don’t know why, but all of a sudden the fans and the media just turned on me from one day to the next. They’re just being so cruel and making up rumors and telling me to die and I know that I should ignore it, but it just gets so loud sometimes.” She whispered painfully, tearing her attention from the baby to Sarah who was looking at her with soft eyes.

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

“People can be really cruel and it’s just been getting to me, I need to grow some thick skin or something…but lately I just… I can’t stop crying.” She disclosed sadly, “I don’t want to come around to the shows and bring gloom and doom, you know.” She sniffled.

“Oh, Y/N.” Sarah cooed and Y/N cleared her throat and blinked away the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, “Have you shared that with H?”

“Nah… we had that conversation at the start of things. He seems to get a bit frustrated when I willingly wade into it all so if you don’t mind, let's just keep that between us.” She said softly and Sarah nodded, but it made her feel uneasy to hear that. “Earlier today, when you guys were sound checking one of the venue staff was recording me back here… I asked her to delete it and she swore she wasn’t recording me, but I mean…”

“Yeah, we’re kind of trained to know these things.” Sarah said.

“Right. And I didn’t want to get her un trouble, so I apologized in case I had imagined it, but let her know to be cautious of bringing out her phone backstage because she could get I trouble. And now, I don’t doubt there’ll be some rumors about me being rude to fans or something in a few days…” she huffed in irritation.

“God…you should really tell Harry.”

“I don’t want to make waves and to get her in trouble. It’ll make things worse.” 

“Yeah, I get it.” Sarah said, “But if you ever feel unsafe or threatened like that again please say something. It’s not allowed for a reason. OK?” Y/N nodded.

As always, Harry had done a marvelous job at his show and Y/N couldn’t have been more proud of him. Despite how hurt she felt by him from earlier in the day she couldn’t help but smile and kiss his sweaty forehead as he scooched into the car waiting to zip them away from the venue right after he ran offstage. 

“You did so good, baby!”

“Don’t regret coming out, do you?” He chuckled and she shook her head and he grinned. They were pretty silent on the ride back after that little exchange and she pulled out her phone to kill a little time. 

But the first thing that greeted her were shared posts from some of her friends. She felt her stomach drop, she knew what this would be about. She looked at the screen shots of the story recounting how rude she had been to the staff member back stage. There was a picture of her looking miserable on her own on the couch with a caption of how everyone was hanging out in another room and no one wanted to interact with her. Then there was a bit about her threatening to get the girl fired for allegedly filming her and other completely made up things that made Y/N want to scream. She felt her eyes start to well up as the vehicle came to a stop in front of the hotel, there were already fans lined up at the entrance and Y/N took a deep breath, she didn’t want to cry in front of them. Harry slipped out first, resulting in a cheer erupting from the fans and screams of his name. He extended his hand to help her out and she grabbed it to plant her feet on the ground and he let go and hurried off, thinking she was right on his heels, but he was a few steps ahead of her. However, as soon as she was within the fans’ line of sight she heard a few boos. That started to encourage some heckles of names and other insults. And then she felt something hard hit her arm and she looked down to see a cracker of sorts and she frowned. 

“Ignore them.” He said to her, barely audible over the commotion.

“You’re a bitch!” Someone shouted and she felt her eyes start to well up.

“Harry deserves better!” Someone else heckled and she started to hurry towards him. She felt a few more things bouncing off of her and then suddenly she gasped as a far heavier object was making impact with the side of her head and the she just felt soaked. She glanced down to see a Starbucks drink all over her top and she felt it also dripping down the side of her face.

“Harry!” She shrieked and he turned back and gasped from the shock. She immediately started to cry upon the absolute humiliation of this. She expected him to at least say something, but he didn’t address it at all.

“Fuck, come on.” He mumbled to her and reached for her hand and pulled her inside swiftly. She only cried as they rode up to their hotel room and he squeezed her hand in reassurance. She felt worthless and stupid and she was completely speechless that he didn’t say anything to the fans out there about their abusive behavior. She was so disappointed in him and it seemed to complete break her as they stood there in silence. She moved her hand out of his as soon as the elevator opened and she rushed down the hall to their room.

“Y/N!” She didn’t respond as she keyed her way into the room, not bothering to hold the door open for him, causing him to rush in before it closed on him, “Hey, baby.” He said as she grabbed her toiletry bag from her suitcase and she didn’t respond, “Y/N!” He practically shouted at her only to be met with silence as hot tears continued to stream down her cheeks and then she hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door loudly. Harry hurried over to the door, about to knock on it when he heard the shower come on and then he heard the shower door shut after a few moments and then he just heard her start to sob. It made his insides twist up horribly as he heard her cries. 

He knew she’d been having a rough time, but so had he. He didn’t feel like he needed to defend his relationship or justify it to people who really had no idea what he was truly like. He felt that if he talked about what had been happening he would just be fueling the fire and that was the last thing he wanted to do. And so he waited, but once her shower hit the 30 minute mark he was dozing off. Harry woke up to Y/N pulling on a crewneck over her wet hair. He squinted in the light of the room and groaned groggily before stretching a bit. 

“Baby.” He mumbled and when she didn’t answer he sat up and he felt his insides sink uncomfortably when he saw that she was fully dressed and packed up, “Baby, where are you going?” He shot up and she sniffled and shook her head.

“I can’t do this anymore, Harry.” She whispered painfully.

“Tour?” He asked and she whimpered through her tears and shook her head.

“Us. I can’t do it anymore.” 

“Baby, don’t say that! It’s just some stupid fans!”

“It’s not though! They all fucking hate me and it seems like you do too! You didn’t even defend me after they fucking hurt me!” She accused, “You just sit there and let it happen! I can’t believe you did this to me!” She cried and he pouted.

“What do you want me to say? What could I have even done to fix that after it had been done already?!” He questioned defensively.

“Your lack of involvement led up to this moment, Harry. You’ve been icing me out for months and I don’t buy the stressed and tired excuse anymore! We’re all stressed and we’re all tired! Especially me! For months now I have been cyber-bullied and threatened and harassed and told to kill myself! I am falling apart and you don’t even seem to give a shit and it fucking hurts! It hurts when the person you love couldn’t even be arsed with defending you!”

“It just makes it worse if I say something, Y/N!”

“Maybe, but it reassures me that you care about me and my feelings! You know what I’ve been through and you know that I like to feel reassured! This, whatever the fuck we are, I never wanted this.” She hiccuped through her tears, “It’s over.” She wept and Harry frowned.

“Y/N-”

“I can’t anymore, H. I can’t.” She gasped through her tears, “I hate how I feel when I’m with you. I hate it so much!” She admitted and that just about tore him apart. He felt absolutely gutted as the words replayed over and over in his mind.

“You’re ending this over some stupid fans?” He asked incredulously and completely overcome with hurt.

“Yes, so please get out of my way, I want to go.” She persisted and his face morphed from one of disappointment and disbelief to one of anger.

“You’re fucking someone else, aren’t you?” He questioned.

“No, what the fuck?”

“Oh please, why else would you just dump me this way? You’re incredible, didn’t take you long to move on from me, huh?” He asked and she scoffed.

“Harry, no! This isn’t about any other man! It’s about you and the fans and their attitude towards me.”

“Sure fucking thing, Y/N… sure fucking thing.” He countered and she shook her head through her tears. 

“You are absolutely unbelievable and I can’t believe I ever fell for you.” She cried as she pushed past him to the hotel room door. He rushed after her as she wheeled her suitcase down the corridor and to the elevator and pressing the down arrow.

“Y/N, you can’t seriously be ending our relationship over this fucking prank! Please.” He begged, grabbing her hand and she frowned.

“Please let me go, Harry.” She whispered shakily.

“Baby, no.” he whimpered and she sighed.

“Let me the fuck out of your hold or I will scream.” She warned and he sniffled as he reluctantly let her go.

“You’re coming back, right?”

“No, save yourself some fucking money without me here anyway.” She threw back what he had said to her earlier.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I wasn’t-”

“Stay the fuck away from me, Harry. I mean it.” She warned as the doors slid open.

“Y/N, baby, please-” he whimpered and she sighed sadly.

“Goodbye, Harry.”

Read Part 2 here!

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summary: preschool teacher!harry x special education teacher!yn; y/n and harry met while working together at a preschool, y/n is engaged but her fiancé has been distancing himself from y/n, making her spend more time with harry, wishing she was marrying him instead

warnings: bits of angst, mention of miscarriage, cheating, drinking, swearing, death

word count: 3.1k

part 2

people usually say london is gloomy and grey, to y/n autumn and winters in london are the prettiest seasons she’s ever lived, today is october 10th, it’s a saturday, y/n likes to take her saturdays to prepare her classes for the week but the cold weather has gotten her in a big slump, her bullet journal remains untouched, her class paperwork remains just as she left it the night before, a mess and unorganised and most importantly, she’s still in her care bear matching purple pyjamas, drinking her coffee staring at the window out of her paddington flat. today is a particularly wet day, the street is almost creating a river with the amount of rain it poured the entire night, y/n is very observant, she’s now staring at these two girls smoking a cigarette right outside a mobile company store, “amor, estás mirando el vácio de nuevo” (love you’re staring at nothing again), tony whispers right in her ear, “oh perdona! i was just looking at the people”, she yawns and sips on her coffee again, followed by a kiss in her fiancé’s lips. 

y/n has lived in london for about 6 years now and tony for 10 years but they only moved in together 3 years ago as y/n finished her masters and about a year ago y/n’s younger sister joey moved in as well. the loss of their mum really took a toll on both of them and y/n felt the need to keep joey close to her as she is only 20 and y/n is 24, their age gap isn’t insane but as joey says, “y/n pays the bills and i sit pretty”, they’re the best of friends and have very similar personalities even though they are completely differently physically. joey has dropped out of university and got a job at waterstones, she absolutely adores it, she reads a lot, gets an employee’s discount and people ask her for her own opinion on certain books and what she would recommend. as for tony he works for as y/n says the enemy, he’s a software engineer at facebook and is pushing 30 during the summer. 

y/n is turning 24 on the 24th of october, has a degree in education and a masters in special education, growing up y/n was never diagnosed with adhd or emotional disturbance, making her poor parents be called every single week to school because y/n didn’t behave like teachers expected her too, into her teens things only got worse, making y/n resent school, her parents and even the stuff she has always liked which led to her parents looking for help once again, even then doctors didn’t really want to believe a shy teen like y/n had adhd or any chemical imbalance. eventually y/n and her parents travelled to london to talk to an specialist, after a few tests and a few times asking y/n questions that seemed so simple, they confirmed what y/n and her parents had been 17 years waiting for. life after being diagnosed and finding medication that worked and having less reasons to burst into flames, things really got better, getting into education, having her first sexual experience, getting tattoos, getting a nose ring, not worrying about her weight, actually meeting people she loved and making friends.. things slowly felt right for our y/n, until last year, y/n’s mum was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer that took her faster than anyone in y/n’s family would expect, it’s something y/n still is yet to digest, sometimes she still rings her mum to mention something that happened to her, being followed by a “this number is no longer in service” automatic voice, remembering her of everything leading to an hour or two of grief hitting her like a train. 

her first year of working as a teacher was weird, she shared her classroom with harry, a guy teaching his second set of students, he has just said goodbye to kids he had spent the last 3 years with and was constantly shedding a tear or two during the first month of classes, eventually they got closer due to all the kid snot they gave cleaned and time spent organising certain classes that they could do together, harry felt so comfortable around y/n he even started falling asleep during nap time as well. in many ways harry has been y/n’s best friend during the last year, harry always felt like he was never in a place of disrespecting her engagement ring but his heartbeat quickly changes around y/n, his palms sweaty and he’s almost slurring words when he’s close to her but even then he promised himself he wouldn’t be the person to break off an engagement, especially after y/n and tony going through a miscarriage last august, he has never seen y/n so out of herself and without the big homely smile she always carries on her lips, he chooses to stay forever doomed in the friendzone and loving her in ways no one will ever find out. they also soon found out y/n and tony are super close with harry’s best friend, niall, creating a little outing group that welcomed joey with open arms when she moved to london with y/n.

harry’s heart broke anytime his eyes caught the good side of y/n and tony, he can’t help but wish them to break up, even if he thinks it unconsciously, he can feel his heart slow down when they kiss or when y/n runs to tony’s arms after winning one mini golf round, he has never loved anyone like this, like he has gotten his life on track and he can’t even share his love for her to the world, he however shared all this love one very drunken night, niall and harry had way too many tequila shots for niall’s birthday in september and his heart couldn’t handle keeping his deepest secret inside anymore, the one time harry didn’t slur or filtered his thoughts, niall listened thinking it was a silly crush, his heart broke too seeing his best friend complete infatuated with a girl that was planning her wedding and worst of all, had just lost a kid that wasn’t planned but wanted. they never spoke of that night ever again, niall keeps his best friend’s secret even more secret, he even tried setting harry up with multiple people, he got along with one guy so well, niall even had a sparkle of hope that quickly burned down when harry knocked at his door, crying over loving someone he couldn’t have.

niall suggested harry changing classes, harry quickly dismissed that idea, not only for the kids but for him, even though his heart felt like breaking, the more time he spent with y/n the more healed he felt, she’s a healer, not only to him but to a class filled with children that cry and miss their mums and y/n always has a kind word to say and a tight hug to give, he couldn’t bring himself to let that go, to let her go, maybe one day, just not today.

back to y/n’s day, she’s opening the drapes in joey’s bedroom, “nooooo y/n please it’s my day off” a tired joey groans, y/n rolls her eyes at her little sister that has their father’s laziness, “c’mon jo! you promise we’d get brunch at that new australian brunch place on your day off!!” the eldest says pulling the covers, making joey push y/n, “Y/N STOOOOOOP! wait…food.. okay!” joey sits in bed, looking at her older sister with teary eyes, y/n doesn’t have to say anything, just embrace joey and stay silent for a minute, a greater pain shared yet none of the two have spoken about their feelings about it, they just knew they understood whatever was going on in their hearts. “i love you joey poo poo”, “not joey poo poo!”.

y/n and joey left the house, y/n and joey are polar opposites when it comes to outfits, y/n is wearing a light pink longsleeve with 3 little buttons and a darker pink long skirt with multiple flowers in orange, white and red, beige ankle boots and a catching cardigan she knit herself, as for joey, she’s in all black, black turtleneck, black mom jeans, black dr martens and a huge black coat that once belonged to their father in the 1990’s. their parents used to say they’re always on the opposite side of the subject but that’s not entirely true, they have their differences but they’re overall, usually… at times in agreement, both of them hate tea, read way too many books for their own good and can’t function without a cup of coffee. so brunch goes smoothly, until joey starts with her more than known discourse against tony, they’ve never gotten along and deep down joey is just hoping he leaves y/n’s life so she can set her sister up with harry, “why couldn’t he come with us, huh? like whatever facebook needs is more important than taking your fiancée out for brunch?” joey speaks in an awful loud tone, making y/n sigh and gesture her to volume down a bit, “joey… he has to work! i would never be mad at him for working” y/n says cutting her pancake up, “you’re never mad at him! like i know you’re supposed to get married but he’s a real pain in the ass” joey’s tone is quieter this time, she worries hence saying these things to her sister, she understands he was there when their mum passed and understands y/n needing him after the miscarriage but she won’t understand how her best friend could possibly be in love with a dudebro. “joey. i know you don’t like him but please try and get to know him before the wedding, please?” y/n’s eyes are always kind but this time there was worry in them, worry that without her sister’s support and her mother not there she would simply not be able to do it. “fine. but he better get me all the books i want.”

monday

harry sees her, in black boyfriend jeans and a flowy white longsleeve with a vest with large brown and beige squares and white trainers, she’s holding some papers and attentively reading on her laptop, he can’t help but love these little moments alone with her, even if they don’t say much to each other before the swarm of kids walks in. “hey y/n. how was your weekend?”, harry gives her a shy smile awaiting her response, "hi harry! oh it was okay, i tried that aussie brunch place u told me about last week! i had pancakes and eggs benedict, thank you for recommending it to me", harry's stomach fills up with butterflies to her taking his suggestion, he can't help but ask, "did you go with tony?", y/n sees his question as harmless as they usually all hang out together, "no! joey had a day off so we went together and then we went to waterstones, i've had the unhoneymooners on my to read list for so long i just had to buy it!" she's very enthusiastic about the books she's currently reading, harry, joey and her even read the same book at times and then proceed to have really loud discussions in y/n's kitchen while drinking red wine. "yeah you've been telling me about that book since last year y/n, i might get it so we can talk about it!" y/n brushed off the feelings she had for harry, she nodded and got her nose back in her laptop, working on a worksheet about the story she would read later today, "llama llama misses mama".

at 8:50 kids start running into the classroom and the day goes on smoothly actually, they haven’t had accidents or sobbing moments of “i miss my mummy” so as lunch time approaches y/n and harry take it easy as the swarm of kids follow the path to the cafeteria, they usually eat lunch together inside the classroom, y/n always thinks of harry when it comes to lunch, last night she made a veggie quiche and stored two containers, last year, they knew each other for about two weeks when y/n shared her beetroot risotto with him, ever since if they don't share they at least try each other's meals, literally like their preschoolers do. "i don't know how you make quiches taste this good, y/n" harry says stuffing his face, "breathe harry, i have more quiche if you want!" y/n giggles to the sight in front of her, heart sinking a little bit thinking of her sister's words, in fact tony is never excited to eat her food or even cares if y/n tries a new recipe, ever since the miscarriage it's like she doesn't know the person she is supposed to get married to. harry noticed the smile on her face fading away and the fork gently put next to the stainless steel container, "are you okay?" harry asks, placing his hand closer to y/n's, "oh um.. it's nothing har, it's okay", "i know you y/n.", "i'm just.. worried tony doesn't love me anymore.". i could tell you these are the words harry wants to hear, in fact he dreamed of her saying it's over between her and tony but he couldn't even have a happy thought in his mind about it, seeing y/n like that just hurt in ways he never thought his heart could possibly hurt. "what are you talking about? he proposed to you.. i'm sure you don't propose to someone you don't love", "sorry.. it's just.. a rough patch i guess", harry moved his hand again, this time brushing his fingers through her arm, "i know i'm not your go to love expertise guy but talk to tony? he's your fiancé after all..", y/n rested her head on harry's shoulder, "adulting is hard", "do you think that's why we're pre school teachers?", "could be".

harry enjoyed y/n's sort of need of reassurance and closed his eyes, just sitting in silence as he held y/n in his arms, neither of them noticed the little girl walking into class with a cute pink dress and pig tails, a loud gasp coming from her making y/n and harry immediately sit down properly, "u two marry?" the little girl, macy, asks still with a shocked face and walking towards them, harry choked up trying to find words for the little girl, y/n quickly replies, "well macy, friends hug too you know?" but macy wasn't buying it, repeating that harry and y/n were actually married, they didn’t want to laugh in front of the little girl but definitely laughed over it later after classes ended.

once harry got home, he sat on the sofa and turned on his tv, he couldn’t focus on what was on, in reality he couldn’t stop thinking about what y/n had said just a few hours ago, he deep down knew tony was no good, a real asshole and he was willing to prove that to y/n, he just didn’t know how to do it without hurting her, which is the last thing he would ever want to do. he unlocked his phone and opened a groupchat he has with niall and joey, one that joey created to talk shit about tony without y/n’s stern looks or “c’mon joey give him a chance” over and over again.

harry

so.. joey don’t tell y/n i told you this

she said she thinks tony doesn’t love her anymore

she was an absolute wreck today

joey

WHAT

THAT ASSHOLE

niall

what??? what happened?

harry

she didn’t tell me what had happened

she just said she thought he didn’t love her anymore

it absolutely broke my heart

joey

PLANNING HIS DEATH RN DO NOT HMU

niall

jo. don’t go to jail please

joey

well. i want to kill him.

harry

count me in on the plan

joey knocks on y/n’s bedroom, tony is still at work so she thinks this is the perfect opportunity to get something out of y/n, as she opens the door y/n is with her chunky headphones, the laptop screen had an article on music and children in the autistic spectrum, as well as a word document of y/n’s little notes on the book she’s reading. joey taps on y/n’s shoulder, “jesus christ joey!” y/n jumps in her seat, “are you okay?” she asks, removing her headphones and placing them on top of her notebooks. “i could ask you that… you always want to watch ted lasso with me when you get home and you’ve barely said anything to me today… did i do something wrong?” joey’s words are truthful, as much as she thinks she didn’t do anything, she can’t help but wonder if her never liking tony made her sister not trust her. “joey no! sit down for me, please?”, joey does, “look..i’m just having a hard day, i can’t help but think tony is going to break up with me sooner than later, i don’t know what changed.”

but this writer can tell you what changed, the night y/n lost her baby, tony was there, every second of the hard moment both of them were living, they mourned together, tony felt the pain of losing a child with y/n, but after that day he couldn’t look at y/n the same, he started sleeping with other women and spending time “in the office” when in reality… the office was flats of girls just right outside of london. in reality nothing had really changed to tony, and joey was right, he is not worth of y/n, he had texted and been with other people the entire time he has been dating y/n but that day something truly shifted and he went ahead with physical cheating. this writer can also tell you, he never broke up with y/n because he knows he has a house, clean clothes and food and he’s selfish like that. for whatever’s worth, because this is a story of love, there’s no way that he ends up winning.

“oh my god y/n… why would you keep this to just yourself?”

“i don’t know”

“do u want us to find a new apartment?”

“i don’t want to run away”

“then talk to him”

“what if he hates me for losing our baby”

“y/n…”

“he could”

“if he does he’s even worse than i had thought”

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