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seraphdreams · 10 months

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DON'T FORGET ME | BAJI KEISUKE.

⋆˙⟡♡ synopis. going to a concert with your best friend certainly has its perks. and so does hooking up with one of the bandmates.

⋆˙⟡♡ contains. bimbo!reader, rockstar!baji, unprotected sex, pet names, asphyxiation, creampie, semi-public sex, baji being sleazy + eighteen plus, mdni.

⋆˙⟡♡ word count. 3.3k.

“Thanks for coming to tonight’s show! Here’s one more song before we head out!”

You’d never been much of a fan of underground rock music, and quite frankly, you still weren’t. Something about obnoxiously loud vocals backed up with random electric guitar riffs just never settle right within your spirit. In fact, you almost forgot the real reason you stood just yards away from one of the biggest up and coming rock bands.

For one thing, the air was incredulously too suffocating. Bodies upon bodies virtually sewn together despite the spacious arena that held them, and the stage lights abnormally dim—Only a few saffron-hued luminescences casted upon the four males that appeared on the platform. You hardly saw the members in the far back on their guitars but of what you could make out, one had white hair decorated with a small black streak and tan skin that glimmered under the hot lights while the other, with a dark neck tattoo and bold eyes, drank from his half-full water bottle.

Mostly by the front and center of the stage, occupied the drummer and the person who was just speaking out from the mic mere seconds ago.

“That’s my fucking brother!” Your best friend and little sister of the main vocalist, Airi shouted. She was but the replication of her brother; large, emerald orbs dazzled with long dark brown eyelashes and heaps of wavy blonde hair that fell downward to her lower back. Her outfit choice of leather pants donned with a matching corset top left none of her figure to the imagination, an ode to her love of the genre.

Wherever Airi went, you followed, and when she proposed the idea of seeing her brother and his bandmates perform, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity—Not to mention the free front row tickets he offered.

It was clear Chifuyu heard his sister from the crowd, looking down at the two of you with an illustrious smile and gesturing a two finger salute. He inched back with the microphone taut in the grip of his left hand and sent off a cue to the rest of his bandmates. Music followed hastily after and he began to sing.

Throughout the whole show, your eyes remained locked onto the raven-haired drummer. You marveled at each and every ministration he made, how his demeanor seemed to switch with each passing song and how the sweat accumulated on his perfectly toned body. In your head, you could’ve cursed Airi for not telling you about him beforehand, he’s totally your type.

You bobbed your head along to the melody that flowed within your ears and it was evident to Airi that you were enjoying the show you formally told her you “probably wouldn’t enjoy.”

She leaned over to sonorously whisper-yell in your ear. “Having fun?” The expiration of her words practically fell to flat ears had you not seen her in your peripheral view. In all honesty, you were more-so focused on the aggression that sexy drummer displayed while he played. How did he not break the drumset? Surely, he was strong enough to do so.

“Huh?” You peered over at her, vacant eyes meeting her jaded ones. She gave you her signature allknowing look and turned back to face the band.

Soon enough, the music stopped and the venue was filled with its final cheers. The stage went ominously tenebrous and the rest of the audience filed out of the stadium, except for you and Airi.

“Wanna go chill backstage?” Airi proposed. She pointed her thumb in the direction of a hallway filled with staff. “Are we even allowed to?” you started. “The place is packed with security.”

Airi mirthfully elbowed you, that sly smile on her perfectly made-up face. “I’m family, they’ll understand.”

One thing you couldn’t knock about your best friend was her adventurousness. Truthfully, you were just as bad as her, yet a bit more wary of getting in trouble—Especially if the law was involved, but you liked fun. And this was definitely what you needed. “Show me the way then, Little Matsuno.”

And with that, the both of you had set foot on your way to heading backstage.

Which undoubtedly felt like the case until you found yourself stranded among other concertgoers and personnel that you lost sight of your friend. She couldn’t have gotten far so where the hell was she? You continued your search by calling her phone, walking in any direction to pick up the slightest amount of signal.

“Hey.”

The bellow of a deep voice stopped you dead in your tracks and you sheepishly looked up with silent hopes that you hadn’t gotten in it with the wrong person. Much to your dismay (Or maybe it was a blessing), the man you’d been eyeing all night stood tall above you. Long, wavy noir tresses sat at his wide shoulders to match his black tank top that was slightly rolled up at the hem, showing off his midriff and that delicious v-line. His toned and ink littered arms folded across his chest while an undistinguishable expression etched over his features.

“Uh, hi.” You blinked a few times in dubiousness at the circumstance you so gracefully landed yourself in. Proximal distance to his figure led you to tread backward a few steps until you were at a comfortable enough range to take him in fully.

He looked so fucking mean, thick eyebrows pursed together, and sharp, amber eyes narrowed upon your figure.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?”

You had half a mind to drop to your knees and show him what was on your mind, yet you remained to keep yourself where you stood, for his sake of course.

His eyes bored holes into your frame. Whereas you couldn’t keep up with his unwavering eye contact, he managed to take note of every little quirk about you. “Um.. I was looking for my friend.” Your throat felt dry as you began to speak. “She said I could come backstage—Her name’s Airi Matsuno, Chifuyu’s sister.” The words got quieter as you spewed them out. You weren’t sure if it was your nerves or the intimidation, he’s so much taller up close.

“Eh? Fuyu’s lil’ sis?” He looked behind him to one of his bandmates, that same one as before with the blond streaks and neck tattoo. It seemed as though every member had genes blessed by the deities up above. “Tora, does Fuyu have a sister?”

The man you come to realize as “Tora” affirms your claim, adding that he had just seen Airi and Chifuyu leave the venue.

“Damn it, Ai.” You thought to yourself as if she’d actually given one day to not be herself.

The drummer turns back to look at you, this time unfolding his arms and standing somewhat widely. His thick dark brows remained quirked in a perplexed manner. He leans down to meet your gaze, hands hidden in his pockets as he concludes. “Some friend you got there. She left ya all alone.”

“She does that sometimes.” You reply.

He straightened up back to his full height, his expression softening, and a slight crack of a smile on his lips. “Guess i’ll keep ya company ‘til she comes back.”

Any other day, your humility would’ve been disregarded to the back of your mind. In all actuality, you were discourteous and loved attention, yet the feeling of a celebrity seemingly stooping low enough for some lost, 20-something year old groupie in disguise, kept your modesty in perfect condition.

“Oh, you don’t have to-“

Your words were quickly cut off by his cold demeanor as he opened one of the doors in the narrow hallway beside him. “But I wanna. /Ven aqui/.“ Eyes looked into yours like daggers and you couldn’t quite tell if he were vexed at your facade or if he were just blessed with bedroom eyes.

You followed him into what seemed to be his greenroom. It’s complete with a set of drums on one side near the corner and a half opened window, and a leather couch in the middle, not to mention the rack of clothes on the other edge.

“Didn’t catch your name, though. You are?” He questioned, sitting at the drumset in front of you. You made yourself comfortable on the plush couch, pulling the hem of your pink bodycon down in hopes you don’t reveal too much.

“I’m Y/N. And you are?”

He raises an eyebrow then follows it with a hearty laugh. “You came to my show ‘nd ya don’t even know my name?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but he was right. You didn’t know any of the members aside from the obvious, Chifuyu.

“My friend dragged me here, I just go wherever she goes.” You retort, a cordial grin on your face. He adjusts his sitting position and spreads his legs slightly.

It’s coming. The urge to suck dick.

“Yeah? Name’s Baji. You can call me Keisuke though.”

He pulled the pair of drumsticks from his back pocket and quietly tapped away. “You’re cute.” Dexterously, he twirled one of the sticks between his fingers where you noticed his black lacquered nails paired with the skull-esque designs of the rings that adorned said digits. “You like a college student or something?” Heat spread across your cheeks at the comment. A band member calling you cute was not something you thought you’d experience tonight, but there’s lots you haven’t experienced yet.

“Mhm. It’s a lot though, I'm thinking of dropping out.” More calm your voice was, and he picked up on your energy, sending a stern glance your way.

“Nah, don’t do that.” The melodic tapping from the drumsticks halt. “Ya seem like a smart girl, don’t be like me.”

Curiosity overtakes you, causing you to press forward. “And what are you like, Keisuke?” His name tasted saccharine falling off your tongue and filling your ears with the sweetest music. Keisuke, Keisuke, Keisuke.

“Dropped out at 14, ran around with a few gangs, and now ‘m doing music.” His words register in his mind before he continues. “But ‘m makin’ good money now, maybe you should live like me a little.”

A giggle resonated within the room and he felt his heart swell at the cute laughter. He wasn’t quite sure what urged your joy but he returned it with a smile of his own. You truly do have the prettiest face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ya know..” His words slipped off his tongue like honey and in turn you gave him the most of your attention, curious eyes locked on his dismal bronze ones. “I got this beat I can’t get out my head. Can I get your opinion?” His expression was glazed over in calculation with a slight pat to his thigh that you seemingly picked up. Instinctively, your body moved on its own and replied to his silent call. As you nestled into his lap, you only hoped that this had been what he was asking for. “Mhm.” Your response was curt and barely escaped under the pressure of your breath.

Your back was pressed against his chest and your core was slotted over his thigh, a relatively intimate position despite the need for cordial relations. He started up on the drums, stirring up the common one-two, one-two beat that emphasized its focus on the round bass drum that sat at the bottom of the set. It was as if with each press to the drum pedal the muscle of his thigh dangerously tensed beneath your heat, eliciting surges of delirium and pleasure straight to the very source. It’s clear he knew what he was doing from the onsight of your glossy lips parting and the faintest decibel of a gasp leaving your lips.

“Y’like it?” Deep voice ghosted over your ear as he leaned in precariously close. “Y’sure it won’t sound better like this?”

The beat he originally created morphed into one of a sonorous, heavier tone. Your body vaguely rocked over his, your tits bouncing from the nefarious rising and falling of his leg in the sweetest, yet most sinister tandem with his flexing thighs.

And all restraint vanished from within you as you diligently rutted your hips. You felt embarrassed. Like a needy nuisance needed to be taken care of, yet again, your humility sat idly by and pride dwindled from your very being.

“That—That sounds nice.” Your reply was breathy and if you thought enough of this through, your little plan of passing your insatiability off as adjusting your position would’ve worked on him. But it didn’t.

The sultry, damp sensation he felt on his blackened denim pants told him otherwise. Baji chuckled to no one in particular, the sharp canines on display while he smirked mirthfully to himself. He’s had his fair share of girls practically throwing themselves at him, and still, you were the most fun to play with.

The flexing and relaxing of his muscles didn’t let up, as with your ruthless humping. You held tightly to his knees with the pressure only gradually increasing when you felt yourself crumbling in his hold.

On the verge of your awaiting orgasm, Baji’s lips press against the shell of your studded ear.

“I saw you starin’ in the crowd tonight—Couldn’t keep my eyes off that tiny lil’ dress you’re wearing.” He moved one hand from the drumset to snake over the front of your garment, calloused hands kneading at your soft and pert breasts. The movement was one of full dexterity. Your nipples ached as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Knew you weren’t wearin’ a bra.” his lips against your ear trailed down to your neck which caused the helplessly rutting of your core over his thigh, strikingly close to orgasm. You had managed to keep your whimpers low but due to proximity, you left nothing to be unheard. A harsh tug of your nipples pulled you from the hazed out state you were entranced in.

“Gotta tell Tora I won our little bet.”

False lashes fluttered with every move the both of you made. Your voice was soft as you responded, “You’re just so fucking fine, Couldn’t help myself.”

He was used to the attention. He’s a 6’0 rockstar with a checkered past — Any girl would fall for that cliche shtick, yet something within him wanted to toy with your naivety. Would you really believe anything he said?

“I don’t get much attention from fans, but you? You’re special.”

It was that moment that sent you over the edge, a lewd cry followed by your body convulsing, pretty face screwed up in pleasure, letting Baji know your release had hit you, and fucking hard at that.

“Oh ho? That did it for ya, huh?” He watched in awe at the sopping mess of his pants while allowing you to ride out your high completely before those same strong hands bunched your dress up at the hip.

You rested against his back for a while as stray pants waned themselves from your lips.

“Ya poor thing, I ain’t even get to finish my drummin.’” his hands left your tits as he rasped out the words and settled on turning you around to face him on his lap. “Sorry..” you meekly responded. An airy chuckle sounded itself from him as he whips out his throbbing hard length.

It should be illegal to be as thick as a fucking Coke can, yet there he was — The tip flushed a deep mauve, and pretty pearlescent beads of precum streaming down his cock and over the few veins that seemed to run along the shaft. The prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, and you stared in awe until the deep clearing of his throat caught your attention.

Pumping it shallowly, he pushed those cute fucking pink lace panties to the side, revealing your glistening and sticky folds to him. He prodded the tip at your hole, bullying your core that left you aching for his touch.

“Ride it for me, muñequita.”

With no hesitation, you sank yourself down onto his cock, carefully taking him in.

“Fuck—” The low whimper is sounded from you as you began to bounce yourself on his lap. He felt impossible to take and with your hands rested over his shoulders paired with his arms at your waist, slowly pushing you further down, you didn’t think you could take it. “That’s it, baby. Ride it like it’s yours.” He cooed, letting his head fall back as you got him off.

You bit at your plush bottom lip to elicit any moans from flying which reigned ineffective when you picked up pace and rolled your hips, allowing his cock to drag against that spongey spot within your walls that had your resolve weakening.

Obscenities and the reverberation of skin on skin bounced against the walls of his green room. You were tighter than any girl he’d ever been in and much cuter too.

Once you were able to fall into a comfortable rhythm of bouncing on his cock he hastily began to work toward his own release having grown tired of your saunterous riding.

He lifted you up off his length and turned you around so that you were bent over his drumset. “I know you were trying your best,” he followed up his words with a quick slap to your ass before aligning his cock with your slit once more, “But i’m gonna need better than that.”

Baji noticed the way you faltered once he built up his own pace, with more fervor than the previous. You almost fell forward with the trajectory of the thrusts and to his chagrin, your moans amplified.

“D-Deep! ‘S so deep!” You cried wantonly. You felt your guts get turned inside out with his vigor. A scoff was heard from him in response, the inked up hands that rested at your hips now filing up your body and hooking at your elbows, holding you back flush against him as he continued to hit harder within your walls.

You felt unsteady when his right hand trailed up to your neck and gripped at your jaw before his index and middle finger slipped past your lips into your mouth. The metal of the rings tasted metallic and felt cold against your tongue, those being the least of your concerns when you felt your high from previously coil right up within you once more.

Without warning, you were hit with your release that left you limp in his hold, his fingers retracting from your mouth and messily running down your fat bottom lip where he also smeared a mix of saliva and cherry oil gloss down your chin.

Just momentarily from the sight of how pretty you looked, convulsing and crumbling because of his doing, he followed suit and filled your insides in thick, hot spurts of his cum, drops dripping down your thigh when he continued to rut inside you, emptying himself of his need.

It took you both a while to settle down, his lips hungrily taking in your neck down to your shoulder.

“Was that deep enough for ya?” He rasped and haziness filled your system when you pant to respond. “I-“

Just before you could respond, there’s a knock at the door and a familiar voice accompanied.

“Y/N! You in here? I’m ready to leave!”

It’s Airi, loud and clear after her awaited reappearance.

“Shit.” Baji cursed under his breath. He pulled you off of him and bent you over slightly, fetching a thick black marker from the table beside him and holding the cap between his teeth.

The uncomfortable sensation of the felt tip on your ass trailing down to your thigh lasted mere seconds as you tried to make out the shapes you couldn’t see. “Here’s my number. Don’t forget me.”

He stood you up properly and fixed your skirt, sending you off with a pat to your ass.

“I’ll see you again, Keisuke?”

“Damn right you will.”

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hd-junglebook · 3 months

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Falling For it

Part 4 - Word Count 2450

A.N: I'm not gonna lie this part had me keeping my feet in glee. I love this man.

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The sleek, black sedan glided to a stop, pulling up behind her car in the driveway. Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through her veins.

Stepping out of the house, she smoothed down her outfit – a slim fitting pair of flared leggings and a number 86 jersey, her heart pounding as she prepared to meet him once again.

The chauffeur, a distinguished-looking man with a crisp uniform and a friendly smile, greeted her with a nod as he opened the door, ushering her into the warmth of the car.

“Miss y/n, after you.” Y/n smiled happily at the man, climbing into the backseat of the car. The soft hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop to Y/N's racing thoughts as they began the drive to Newark.

Y/N settled into the plush leather seat of the car, she felt her phone buzz with a new message. With a quick glance at the screen, she saw Jack's name pop up. Y/n couldn't help but smile as she read his message. “Hey gorgeous, hope you're as excited for tonight as I am.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she typed out a response, her fingers hesitated over the keys while her thoughts raced as she tried to strike the right balance between interested but not desperate. After all, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much his words affected her.

With a soft sigh, she tucked her phone away, a faint blush staining her cheeks as she leaned back in her seat, now unable to look at his messages without grinning at her phone like a total doofus. This was going to be an interesting night, to say the least.

…

With a quick glance around to ensure she hadn't forgotten anything, Y/N stepped out of the car and into the crisp fall air, her breath forming delicate clouds in front of her.

The glow of the stadium lights illuminated the bustling crowds, casting long shadows across the pavement. Jack's chauffeur followed suit, quickening his pace, and holding open the door to the stadium as she stepped inside.

The interior of the stadium was a hive of activity, with fans milling about, the scent of pretzels and cheering fans filled the air. The red jerseys of the home team dotted the sea of humanity and filled her vision as the chauffeur expertly weaved through the throngs of people, expertly avoiding collisions and maintaining a steady pace.

Finally, they arrived—a secluded room overlooking the ice, complete with plush seating and a panoramic view of the game below. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her, her eyes widening in wonder at the sheer luxury of it all.

This was beyond anything she could have imagined, and yet here she was, about to watch the game from the best seat in the house.

As the game got underway, Y/N found herself captivated by the flurry of activity on the ice, her eyes darting back and forth as the players vied for control of the puck.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice and the thud of bodies checking into the boards filled the air, creating an electric atmosphere that seemed to pulse within her bones.

Y/N's gaze kept drifting back to one player in particular - the team's star forward, with his chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes. He moved with a fluid grace, weaving in and out of defenders with ease and leaving a trail of admiring gazes in his wake.

She couldn't take her eyes off him, even as the action shifted to the other end of the ice. And when he finally scored the game-winning goal, she let out a triumphant cheer that echoed throughout the arena.

…

Y/n jumped as her phone buzzed in her pocket, the vibration startling her out of her pre-game visualization. She pulled it out, heart fluttering when she saw Jack's name on the screen.

New Message from Jack: Meet me outside in 5?

She squealed quietly to herself, bouncing a little in the privacy of the suite. Y/n smoothed down the front of her jersey, the Jersey Devils logo crinkling under her fingers. She'd been dying to see Jack since her arrival, thrill filled her as she realized she could finally be with him again.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n stood and checked herself in her phone camera. Her hair was still tamed in its neat bun, and a light sheen of lip gloss remained on her lips.

The arena was empty aside from her and security. Y/n grabbed her belongings, walking to door, and made her way down the hall towards the exit.

She found the doorway to the stairs and ascended quickly, pushing through the heavy metal door at the bottom.

A blast of crisp, late-autumn air hit her face as she emerged onto the sidewalk of the Prudential center. The hockey team was scattered in front the bus, their breath forming clouds as they waited for the head coach.

Y/n scanned the area, looking for that familiar mop of brown hair. An arm draped over her shoulder as she spoke with the other hockey players.

Y/n froze initially before recognizing Jack's familiar body wash. A laugh escaped her lips as she turned to look up at him, catching his warm blue eyes already gazing down at her with a smile.

"Well, well, if it isn't Jackie making his move," one of the guys called out with a laugh. The rest of the boys joined in, nudging each other as they laughed and whistled teasingly.

Jack just grinned and pulled Y/n a little closer against his chest. She could feel the firm muscle under his hoodie and tried to suppress the shiver that went through her. Get it together, Y/n, she told herself sternly.

"Alright, alright, let's load up!" the Coach bellowed, clapping his hands. The team started grabbing their gear bags and sticks, heading inside the idling bus. Jack kept his arm firmly around Y/n as he led her away.

"I've got a surprise for you," he said, voice low in her ear to be heard over the ruckus of the city.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat as he caught her hand, tugging her away from the bus. She followed without a word as Jack led her towards a sleek black car in the far corner of the lot.

…

Jack opened the passenger door for y/n with a little flourish. "After you, m'lady." She couldn't help but giggle, shaking her head at his cheesy chivalry as she slid into the buttery soft leather seat.

The interior of Jack's car smelled like expensive new car - a mixture of leather and something vaguely metallic.

As Jack rounded the car to the driver's side, she took in the sleek lines and high-end finishes. She ran her fingers along the woodgrain trim, amazed at the luxury.

The driver's door opened and Jack folded his frame behind the wheel. He shot her a wink as he turned over the ignition, the car humming to life silently thanks to its electric motor. With a press of a button, the panoramic sunroof slid open, letting in the cool breeze.

"Wow..." Y/n breathed, craning her neck to look up through the open roof. Soft R&B filtered through the speakers as Jack put the car in reverse, expertly backing out of the narrow parking space.

He draped one arm along the back of y/ns headrest as he checked his mirror, his chin just inches from her cheek. She caught a hint of his intoxicating cologne and felt her stomach flip.

Once out on the main street, Jack downshifted and accelerated with a gentle surge of power, merging seamlessly into the heavy Friday afternoon traffic. He seemed so at ease behind the wheel of this fancy ride.

"So..." y/n prompted, still looking around the city in awe. "You want to explain where we're going?" Y/n kept stealing glances over at Jack, admiring the strong line of his jaw and how his features were cast in dramatic shadow and light from the passing streetlights.

He must have sensed her watching, as he briefly cut his eyes over with an unreadable expression. A little half-smile played at the corners of his lips before he returned his focus to the road.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Jack signaled and took an exit ramp. He merged them through a few side streets before pulling into a vast, nearly empty parking lot.

Y/n gasped softly as the enormous neon lights of the aquarium came into view, bathing the interior of the car in their brilliant bluish glow. She felt the excitement bubbling up inside as she looked over at Jack with a huge smile.

He killed the engine, throwing them into stillness and silence, save for the distant rumble of traffic. Jack turned to face her, catching and holding her gaze. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners as he regarded her for a long, lingering moment.

Then, he flashed her a lopsided grin. "Surprise..." he said simply with a little shrug. Before y/n could respond, Jack hopped out of the driver's seat and came around to her door, opening it with a gentlemanly flourish. "For the lady," he said with a playfully snarky bow.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head at his antics as she took the hand he offered. “As you should.” She said as Jack tugged her up and out of the car with surprising strength, pulling her right into his arms.

"Try not to swoon," Jack murmured low in her ear, gesturing up towards the twinkling aquarium lights. She could only nod, biting her lip to stifle her beaming smile as he laced their fingers together and led the way inside.

…

The double doors parted with a whirl of circulated air, and Y/n was immediately enveloped in the aquarium's hushed, reverential atmosphere. Soft blue lighting bathed the high ceilings and winding corridors in an ethereal glow.

"Welcome to Ritual Rift's acclaimed aquarium," a staff member greeted them. "One of the largest all-shark exhibits in the country." "No way..." Y/n breathed, clutching Jack's hand a little tighter. Of course, the arrogant jock would go big for a date.

Jack squeezed her fingers, turning to flash her a crooked grin. "Pretty cool, huh? But we've got the whole place to ourselves tonight." Y/n looked around in awe of the spacious opening, the sound of the fountains fille the almost empty corridor.

"How did you even swing that?" y/n arched an eyebrow, aiming for nonchalance though her heart stuttered at the thought of the intimate night ahead.

He shrugged, puffing out his chest. "I've got connections. Shall we?" Without waiting for her reply, Jack tugged her further inside. His hand was furnace-hot against her chilled fingers.

They wandered in silence for a while, taking in the luminous floor-to-ceiling tanks housing exotic sea creatures from around the globe. More than once, y/n caught Jack openly watching her with unabashed longing as the shimmering lights played across her face.

Don't read into it, she cautioned herself. Jack's been this way with every girl...

Still, she couldn't resist leaning closer when he draped his arm along the back of a bench, drawing her against his side as they watched a pair of deadly reef sharks glide effortlessly through their display.

"They're gorgeous..." she murmured, captivated by the sleek, powerful bodies cutting through the water.

Jack hummed an agreement, his fingertips ghosting unconsciously along her arm, raising delicious goosebumps. "I've always loved sharks. Admired their...tenacity."

She shot him a sidelong look at the clear double entendre but didn't object when he tangled his fingers with hers once more, squeezing firmly.

…

They continued on that way, Jack monopolizing any chance to touch her - resting his palm at the small of her back to guide her around a corner, draping an arm lazily around her shoulders, sidling up unnecessarily close as they stopped to examine a new tank.

She searched for any hint of mockery in his warm eyes but found only naked sincerity, causing her heart to stutter. As they entered a dimly lit cove, Jack stopped so abruptly that y/n nearly slammed into his back.

He turned and steadied her with hands on her waist, holding her there as a spinning vortex tunnel stretching high above them whirred to life.

Y/n steadied herself with her hands braced on Jack's firm chest as the tunnel whirred and began rotating around them. An array of vivid sea creatures appeared to swim in mesmerizing circles up the walls.

Jack's hands slid more securely around her waist, drawing her flush against him. She could feel the deep rumble of his chuckle against her chest.

"Pretty wild, right?" His lips brushed the delicate shell of her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Though I've seen some moves on the ice that could put these animations to shame."

Y/n rolled her eyes, grateful for the low lighting that hid her furious blush. "Is that so, Hotshot?"

"I don't know, y/n," Jack said with a little smirk, purposely using the shortened version of her name she hated. "Maybe you should show me some of your moves sometime." He punctuated the cheesy line with a wink and a little quarter-turn of their bodies in time with the spinning tunnel.

"You'd just love that, wouldn't you?" She arched an eyebrow, keeping her tone as dry as she could manage while hyper-aware of every place their bodies touched.

Rather than rising to her sarcasm, Jack's gaze had fallen resolutely to her lips. He reached up with one hand to tenderly caress the side of her face, letting his fingers linger perhaps a beat too long as they grazed her flushed cheek.

"Maybe I would..." he murmured in that deep, rumbly timbre that had her breath hitching. She opened her mouth to fling back a pithy rejoinder, but any coherent words died on her lips as Jack began to slowly, inexorably lean in close, she could feel his warm breath fanning against her parted lips.

His body tenses as their lips finally meet in a long-awaited kiss, the kind of kiss that’s filled with electricity and sparks. Every inch of their body is press against each other.

When the kiss finally breaks apart, it feels like time stopped with it. Y/n’s heart is pounding against her chest and she can’t help but stare at Jack with parted lips, as if waiting to kiss him again. Jack leans away, getting a better look at her face, his eyes filled with the same passionate look.

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nycbaby21 · 9 months

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Quinn Hughes Imagine

prompt: “I’m sorry. I just had to see you.“

word count: 1,865

The final buzzer of the game was normally met with cheers and excitement at Rogers Arena, but tonight it was filled with heavy sighs and disappointed fans. This was the third game in a row they had lost and you can see how frustrated the guys were getting. Not wanting to bother watching the sad and irritated post-game interviews, I lean over and turn off the tv. I had never been a huge hockey girl, that is until I moved to Vancouver for work and moved in next door to one of the Canucks. Many months ago when I was lugging boxes into the apartment building I bumped into the tall blonde with a huge smile. He immediately stopped what he was doing and helped with what would have taken me hours by myself. After a repayment meal and a lengthy conversation about how it was truly criminal, I had never been to a hockey game, a quick and solid friendship was made with Brock.

I made my way over to the kitchen and turned on the oven for some cookies. Normally when Brock and the guys have a hard game he usually ends up over at mine. He says it helps him because he doesn’t feel like being alone after. Recently some of the other guys have started coming along, which I actually really enjoy. I was so scared that I wouldn’t make friends and be so alone moving to a completely new country, but I feel like I am a member of the team with how many hockey players file in and out of my place. Sometimes they show up even when Brock isn’t around.

My phone rings when I am placing the cookie sheet in the oven. I reach over and answer already knowing who it was. It was a running joke in our friendship that Brock looked like Prince Charming from Shrek, so his ringtone was quickly changed from the default one to I’m Too Sexy for My Shirt from the second movie. I can’t help but smile when I hear the sound. “Hey B,” I say trying to gauge his mood based on his facial features. It was too dark in his car for me to tell. “Hey y/n,” he sighs and I can hear the disappointment in his voice. A frown appears on my face before I could help it. I didn’t know what to say to make it better so we just sat in silence, a comfortable one. “I have a batch of your favorites in the oven waiting for you,” I tell him hoping to bring a small smile to the blonde’s face. A big sigh leaves his mouth,” I’m not coming home tonight. Remember that girl I went out with last week,” he starts and I nod,” Well she came to the game tonight and invited me over.”

“That’s okay Boes. I’ll just put them up for you and drop them by sometime tomorrow.” That seems to lift his mood the tiniest bit. “So… you are staying the night,” I smirk while raising my eyebrows ridiculously. He glances down at the phone seeing my face and busts out laughing. My work for the night was done by making my best friend smile after a tough night. “Grow up dork,” he laughs and soon his whole face lights up when he parks and reaches for the overhead lights. He quickly fiddles around the car grabbing his bag and then turning back to face me. “Okay well I’m here so I guess I see you when I see you,” he says getting out and heading towards her door. “Okay bye B. And hey at least you can say you scored tonight, the other guys can’t,” I say trying to hold a straight face but failing. “Oh, my god. I’m hanging up now. I actually hate you,” his words don’t match the beaming smile on his face. “Love you too,” I say while hanging up the phone.

The quick beeps of the oven alert me to the cookies being done. As I plate the last couple I hear a knock on my door. Glancing at the clock on the microwave, I wonder who it could be this late since Brock isn’t home. I head to the door quietly and peek through the peephole seeing one of his teammates. I stand back confused for one second and then quickly shake it off opening the door. I look up and meet the eyes of the last player I thought would show up after a bad game. Quinn Hughes stood in the hallway in his game-day suit and dripping hair. “Oh my gosh, Quinn. You must be freezing,” I rush to pull him into my apartment. “I’m sure I have something that will fit give me one second,” I say rushing off to my room and pulling out a pair of my dad’s old college sweats that I stole when I moved. I grab a random sweatshirt because almost all of mine are oversized anyway and find him in the same position I left him in. The only difference is the door is now closed and his hockey bag was on the floor.

“Okay, these should work. But if not I can always run over to Brock’s and grab something,” it looks like my words fall deaf on his ears because he hasn’t even looked at me the whole time I was talking. “Quinn, did you hear me? Are you okay,” I ask slowly walking towards him and trying to hand him the clothes. He finally lifts his head and I can see the tears in his beautiful eyes. “Oh Quinn,” I whisper as I take one final step forward and wrap my arms around him. Having known him for months now, I know Quinn isn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, especially with people he isn’t really all that close with. When I make it close enough to him, he collapses in my arms letting out soft sobs breaking my heart in the process. Quinn was the guy who always had everything together, and seeing him let down his walls was new territory for me.

Quickly circling my arms around the tall defencemen, I stand in the middle of my apartment with the boy letting all of my emotions out. I rub my hand up and down his back slowly and whisper small things to him like “It’s okay Quinn let it all out” and “I know I know.” My arms had gone numb five minutes ago but I was going to stay in his embrace until he pulled away. As if he had read my mind he shyly pulled away and looked down at me with red eyes. A stray tear falls down his cheek and without a second thought, I reach up and wipe it away with my thumb leaving my hand resting on his face. I go to pull it away feeling too intimate but he encircles my wrist with his hand and leans into mine more. A small smile faces upon my face accompanied by a red blush. Now was not the time to be thinking about how attractive I found him or how many times I had wished he would be the one to show up with Brock after a game.

“Wanna go sit down in the living room. I can turn something on or we can talk if you want to,” I speak gently eyes scanning his face. A small nod gives me his answer and I slip my hand from his cheek and lace our fingers together. After he left and changed I started getting him settled in the middle of my couch and I try to round the back of it to grab one of the thousands of throw blankets I have. His grip on my hand on tightens eyes jumping to look at me and figure out why I am leaving him. I laugh lightly and reach for the closest blanket and fall back into his embrace on the couch. I lean back into the corner of it and gently pull him back into me. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and I hesitantly run my fingers through his dark hair. He releases a small sound of enjoyment so I continue until my hand goes numb.

Using the remote I turned on some Adam Sandler movie I had started the night before but fell asleep during. The only reason I even knew he was awake was when he let out a small laugh at the scene. My hand falls from his head when he looks up at me with childlike eyes. I swear even if he wasn’t so close he could have still heard my heartbeat increase. I sent him a smile and he returned it just as big. “Thank you,” his voice was rough from his recent tears. “You don’t have to thank me, Quinn.” He really didn’t need to thank me, I felt like I should be the one thanking him for letting me be the person he lets his walls down to. “Brock always talks about how you have these magical hugs. Like how after every win he feels so much better after hugging you in the halls, or how after every loss they make him feel just the smallest bit less shitty,” he says sitting up and looking anywhere but my eyes. I let out a laugh at this because I had heard Brock says this before, I’m sure everyone he has met has. “I’m sorry. I just had to see you and see if he was right,” he started,” and he was.” The smile that graced his face was one I wanted to freeze time for and just stare at it for a little longer.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of help. You don’t have to be sorry either. I am actually so happy I finally got a hug from the huggy bear,” I laugh watching his face fill with blush as he laughs too. We stare at each other for a couple of minutes only breaking eye contact at one of the many random noises Adam Sandler makes. We settle back into the couch sitting shoulder to shoulder, feeling so content. Neither of us speaks, we just sit there on the couch enjoying each other's company and watching the ending of the movie. I hand him the remote to pick the next one and while his eyes drift across the screen looking for something, I let mine land on his face trying to memorize every small detail of it. I break my gaze when I hear the opening to Mighty Ducks and laugh at him. He shakes his head and smiles,” What, it’s a good movie.” I reach to fix the blanket on our legs when he stops me and looks over. “Do I smell cookies,” he questions laughing as his stomach grumbles. I nod jumping up and bringing him the container I was supposed to bring Brock. At that moment I didn’t even care that I would have to make more in the morning. The smile on Quinn’s face made it all feel worth it.

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outro-jo · 11 months

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Surprise

pairing: vernon x gn reader

type: imagine

warnings: none

request: yes

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butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you entered the venue from the back. the security guard guided you through the maze of tall white walls and concrete floors leading you to the “green room” as it was called.

in your mind replayed the phone conversation from the night before between you and your boyfriend. you recalled the way vernon’s shoulders dropped slightly when you told him you wouldn’t be able to come to the show tonight, explaining that you had a work meeting you couldn’t get out of but you hoped to meet up with him after.

seventeen was finally making a stop in the town you lived in but unfortunately the way the tour was scheduled, the group had shows back to back. at the time of the call he was in a completely different city, procrastinating much needed sleep before he would wake up the next morning to board a plane and the same thing would happen tonight once the show ended. vernon was disappointed when you said you couldn’t see him, but he understood. much to his surprise, you were actually in the same building as him, on your way to see him.

the accomplice to your little surprise met you in the hallway. joshua smiled as he looked up from his phone to greet you.

“hey! you made it!” he leaned in to hug you before dismissing the guard. “everyone’s doing sound check. you ready?”

“yeah.” you let out an anxious breath.

joshua led you further into the venue making small talk and catching up. stopping just before you got to the stage area, he filled you in on the plan and told you where to hide. you quickly snuck into the dimly lit arena and hid behind some chairs while joshua made his way up to the stage.

the group practiced and checked their mics when the tech crew let them know what they were doing next. they said they were gonna test the cameras for the crowd. there would be a part during snap shoot where the big screen would cut to fans dancing to the song. the boys murmured in acknowledgment and some of them took the opportunity to sit for a minute. you watched as vernon came and sat on the edge of the stage. the big screen lit up as snap shoot played in the background, rows of empty seats illuminated on the screen. suddenly you saw your section and you popped up to begin dancing.

“whoa!” you heard from the guys before they broke into cheers, hyping up your dancing.

“oh my god!” vernon yelled, watching the screen in awe before calling your name.

he stood to his feet, scanning the seats before finally spotting you and rushing from the stage. in no time you were in his arms as he pulled you into a hug, burying his face into your neck.

“you lied to me.” he chuckled.

“i know,” you pulled back to look at him. “you think you can forgive me?”

vernon’s face scrunched into an exaggerated thinking expression before a wide smile spread across his face, “yeah, i think i can.” he then leaned in kissing your lips, both of you ignoring the jeers from the other boys.

the real sound check came to an end and eventually so did the one with the fans that you spent backstage. vernon and the boys, would join you after styling for a little down time in the dressing room before the show. the whole time, vernon was sat next to you with an arm resting on your legs as you spoke with him and the boys. all too soon, the stage manager came in to let the boys know that it was time for them to go on. vernon gave you a pout as the two of you stood and slowly made your way to the door where a guard stood to take you to your seat.

“i know you’ll be amazing.” you told him.

“even better now that you’re here, but how ‘bout a kiss for luck?” he gave a cheeky grin.

you playfully rolled your eyes and gave into his request, kissing him softly and wrapped your arm around his neck for a final hug.

“i’m really glad you made it.” vernon confessed wistfully and let go of you, waving as he backed out of the door.

the kiss must have really been the thing he needed because you had never seen him perform so well.

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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ member: Jin

❒ genre: fluff fluff fluff

❒ words: 1.1k+

❒ summary: In which Jin takes Chaeri to Coldplay concert.

❒ notes: Happy Easter to whoever celebrates it! I hope you are resting and enjoying your free time this weekend. I enjoyed those days because I managed to buy tickets for a Coldplay concert that will be held in my city in a few months. Finally working so hard is paying off for me in some way :) That's why I wrote this little piece of Chaeri and Jin's life excited about the thought that I will soon be having such an experience. Be happy for me, I have been waiting for this moment for a long time!

❒ warnings: mentions of disbanding; Had to repost this 'cause something keeps f*cking up the ones I upload

Fix you

April, 2017

Disbanding.

She had been having nightmares since that word started to be part of their conversations more often than she wanted to hear it.

Their success had begun to skyrocket drastically in recent times, leading them to achievements and recognition they never imagined. Of course, fame and popularity came at a cost though.

The highest one to pay was definitely their mental health.

It was becoming more and more difficult to have a private life, to be able to go out without being escorted by at least a couple of bodyguards, to visit a place without it being mobbed by fans who wanted to meet them at all costs, to spend time with their family without exposing them to risk.

Was it worth it?

That was what members wondered, as the days, weeks, months passed. As the whole rottenness of the KPOP industry poured over them, choking them until they could no longer breathe, making them live with the constant fear of making a mistake on camera and being labeled forever for that one, banal slip-up.

They needed time off.

That's why, when Coldplay's tour stop in Seoul was announced for that April, Jin didn't pass up the opportunity to buy two tickets: One for him and one for the youngest of the group.

As lifelong fans of the British group, the boy thought that such a night would be good for both of them.

As Chaeri and Jin took their seats at the Coldplay concert, Chaeri couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement coursing through her veins. This was her first time experiencing a concert as a fan rather than a performer, and she was eager to soak up every moment of it "I can't believe we're really here. This is like a dream come true."

Jin smiled at her, "I know what you mean. I've been waiting for this moment for so long."

"Thank you, oppa. This is the most amazing gift you could have given me" To him, she was like a little sister, and he was determined to make sure she had a night to remember "Anything for my little brat"

The arena quickly grew pitch black, and the audience erupted in a roar of delight. Chaeri and Jin felt a thrilling chill run up their spines as a single spotlight shone down on Chris Martin, standing atop the sprawling stage. They were both awestruck by his presence; it wasn't just about seeing a superstar musician, but embodying the feeling of euphoria that this incredible artist brought to thousands upon thousands of people every night. The music was mesmerizing, transporting them both into another world as they sang along with their fellow fans. Every song gave way to new waves of emotion, culminating in an unforgettable experience.

The thunderous beat of 'A Sky Full of Stars' filled the atmosphere, vibrating through every fiber of Chaeri and Jin's beings. The colorful LED bracelets that adorned their wrists illuminated the entire arena like a blanket of stars. With each pulse of the music, the bracelets bled into new colors, casting an ethereal glow on everything around them. Every time Chaeri lifted her arm or Jin waved his hand, the colors swirled in a dizzying kaleidoscope. It was as if they were commanding the stars themselves to dance for them. The whole experience felt like being in another world - one where light and sound were the only forms of communication.

Chaeri gazed up in awe at the sea of lights above them, feeling like they were a part of something bigger than themselves. She reached out to touch one of the glowing stars above her head, but instead felt Jin's hand grasp hers, pulling her closer to him. The moment was electric, pulsing with life and energy. They swayed together along with the beat, lost in each other and lost in the magic of it all.

"I love you Chris Martin" She cupped her hands around her mouth to scream as loudly as she could "I love you Coldplay" at the second enthusiastic shout Jin joined in. Their voices were lost in the thousands of others who were there that night, yet they felt they were louder than they had ever been on stage.

As the chords of "Fix You" echoed through the stadium, its lyrical beauty pierced their hearts. It felt like this song was written specifically for them; every word gently cradled their souls and gave them solace in a time of hardship. Every single note seemed to understand their struggles, melancholy, and pain. It was as if the music had been woven from their own words:

"When you try your best but you don't succeed.

When you get what you want but not what you need.

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep. Stuck in reverse. And the tears come streaming down your face.

When you lose something you can't replace.

When you love someone but it goes to waste.

Could it be worse?"

When the song reached its climax, and Martin sang

"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones.

And I will try to fix you,"

Chaeri felt tears almost streaming down her face.

Jin tenderly grasped her soft hand, and pulled her in close with the crook of his arm. Together they swayed to the melody of the song. He looked into her teary eyes and whispered reassuringly, "We'll fix each other."

"I don't want it to end, you all are my home"

Jin smiled gently at her, "You'll always have a home with us, Chaeri. No matter what happens, we'll always be a family" And with that, he pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her tight as the song played on.

Chaeri felt a sense of comfort and safety in Jin's embrace, and she held onto him just as tightly. She knew that no matter what happened in the future, they would always have this moment to look back on, this moment of pure joy and happiness.

As the concert wound down, and Coldplay took their final bows, Chaeri and Jin made their way out of the arena, arm in arm. The night sky was filled with stars, just like the bracelets that had illuminated their wrists earlier. For a moment, they both stood there, gazing up at the twinkling lights, lost in their own thoughts.

"I want to make more memories like this," Chaeri finally said, breaking the silence. "Memories that we can hold onto when things get tough. That's why I think tonight should not end here."

Jin looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Chaeri smiled mischievously and leaned in close to whisper her idea into his ear. Jin's eyes widened as he heard what she had on mind, and a playful smirk spread across his face. He tightened his grip around her waist and whispered back, "Let's do it."

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niallrambles · 3 months

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Dad!Niall

Set in 2024

Lola is 5

You can imagine yourself how you want Lola to look!

Please be kind🥹 any criticism you find let me know!

TW- talks of Cancer in children

It was the first day of Niall's tour. All the talks with producers and set designers had been worth it because the stage looked exactly how Niall wanted it, how he had envisioned it for so long. He had gone for an old movie theater vibe, with light colours, old fashioned curtains and screens that looked like they belonged in the 1970s.

It was a very important show because not only was it the first night, his girlfriend and his daughter would also be there and it would be his daughter's first ever live show.

They all flew over to Belfast a few days before so Niall could play tour guide and show Lola her Irish heritage.

The morning of the show, Niall and Y/N were woken up at 6am by Lola jumping on the bed, too excited for nialls show.

They eventually got to the arena around 1pm, after everyone had gotten dressed, so Niall could make sure everyone was ready and so he could admire the stage set up alone before it was released to the world forever.

Y/N and Lola sat in the room designated for the caterers whilst Lola ate some pasta and chicken for her lunch, Y/N had decided on a simple cheese sandwich. Lola swallowed a few pieces before looking up at her mother.

"Where's daddy? He is missing lunch! Daddy never misses lunch!"

"Daddys doing a very important job baby, he's got some fans who he's meeting!"

Lola nodded and ate another spoonful of food as she kicked her legs happily. She eventually finished and Niall's still nowhere to be seen.

"I wanna go see daddy"

Y/N nodded and wiped Lola's mouth before grabbing her hand and taking her to the meeting room. They open the door quietly and see Niall in a room, filled with sick kids and their parents but each kid had a smile on their face, probably the first smile in a long time.

Lola slipped her hand away from Y/N as she raced towards Niall, who was currently speaking to a little girl with cancer, she was around 12 years old and in a wheelchair with her proud mum stood next to her.

Lola came and hugged Nialls legs tightly from behind and peeked out and looked at the little girl in the wheelchair

"Hi! This is my daddy! My name is Lola!"

"My name is Emma!"

Lola looked at the girl then Niall, then the girl again.

"Why do you have no hair?"

Emma was not taken back at all, she was used to questions, especially from curious 5 year olds.

"Well...I'm...I'm very sick! So my hair was falling off my head so my mum took it all off! It gets cold, but I like to wear hats to keep warm!"

Lola nodded and walked closer to Emma.

"You're sick? Is that why you have that?"

She pointed to the tube that was in Emma's nose as Emma smiled and nodded. It was a lot for Lola to take in, she'd never seen anyone with cancer before.

"It helps me to breathe because my lungs don't work properly"

Lola nodded, taking in the new information and looked at Emma for a few seconds before pointing at her arm that was full of sparkly friendship bracelets.

"I like your bracelets Emma!"

Emma blushed and smiled as she carefully took one off and handed it to Lola.

"Here! Keep it!"

Lola gasped and gave her a big hug

"it's pink! I love pink! I also love purple, yellow, red, green, blue, but not black because that's a sad colour"

It eventually turned into a Lola meet and greet as she showed her dance moves to the kids and told them stories about how kind her daddy is.

Niall just stepped back and watched as he held Y/N from behind and rested his head on her shoulder.

"She's an angel, she's so cute to the kids babe, they're so fucking sick, they needed this happiness"

"She gets it from you Niall. She's got your big heart"

Y/N turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek then turned back and watched Lola.

Eventually the kids had to go and eat dinner and soundcheck needed to begin. Niall carried Lola to the stage and set her down on a small chair. She just watched him with adoration the whole time before the music was just too catchy and she had to get up and dance with the whole band.

The show eventually was about to begin. Dinner had been eaten, soundcheck was done and Niall was dressed for the stage.

Y/N and Lola walked Niall to the side of the stage where he picked up Lola and held Y/Ns waist with his free hand before giving Y/N a sweet kiss and blowing a raspberry on Lola's cheek.

"You're gonna smash it daddy!"

"Thank you baby! I'll wave to you okay?"

He gave them one last kiss before they headed out to the VIP seating that had the best view.

Lola ended up loving the show.

She knew all the words and all the dances that Niall was doing. She clapped and cheered and screamed at him a few times before he found them in the crowd and blew them a kiss. She also cracked up laughing when Niall told the audience to be quiet when the screamed This Town at him.

Niall knew he was lucky to be doing this as a job. The feeling of touring never goes away, and it'll only get better because now his two favourite girls were gonna be there every step of the way.

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richincolor · 2 years

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New Releases

A whole bunch of new releases just in time for summer break! I’m ready to buy a bunch of these, how about you?

Flip the Script by Lyla Lee

The first rule of watching K-dramas: Never fall in love with the second lead. As an avid watcher of K-dramas, Hana knows all the tropes to avoid when she finally lands a starring role in a buzzy new drama. And she can totally handle her fake co-star boyfriend who might be falling in love with her. After all, she promised the producers a contract romance, and that’s all they’re going to get from her. But when showrunners bring on a new girl to challenge Hana’s role as main love interest—and worse, it’s someone Hana knows all too well—can Hana fight for her position on the show while falling for her on-screen rival in real life? -K-drama lovers will fall for all the fan-favorite tropes that make for a hit show. -Romance is everywhere in this swoony, joy-filled novel, with fake dating, a secret relationship, and a classic love triangle! -Visit South Korea as Hana takes readers through popular spots and hidden gems.

All Signs Point to Yes by Cam Montgomery (Editor)

A YA anthology of love stories for each of the star signs that will showcase multicultural characters and celebrate the myriad facets of love, from meet-cutes to the lesser-explored love expressed by aromantic people, featuring 13 bestselling and award-winning multicultural authors.

Deep in Providence by Riss M. Neilson

A spellbinding young adult fantasy debut following three best friends who turn to magic when they're haunted by a friend's death...and perhaps her spirit, combining the atmospheric thrills of The Hazel Wood with the nuanced realism of Erika L. Sanchez. For best friends Miliani, Inez, Natalie and Jasmine, Providence, Rhode Island has a magic of its own. From the bodegas and late-night food trucks on Broad Street to The Hill that watches over the city, every corner of Providence glows with memories of them practicing spells, mixing up potions and doing séances with the help of the magic Miliani’s Filipino grandfather taught her. But when Jasmine is killed by a drunk driver, the world they have always known is left haunted by grief...and Jasmine's lingering spirit. Determined to bring her back, the surviving friends band together, testing the limits of their magic and everything they know about life, death, and each other. And as their plan to resurrect Jasmine grows darker and more demanding than they imagined, their separate lives begin to splinter the bonds they depend on, revealing buried secrets that threaten the people they care about most. Miliani, Inez and Natalie will have to rely on more than just their mystical abilities to find the light. Thrilling and absorbing, Deep in Providence is a story of profound yearning, and what happens when three teen girls are finally given the power to go after what they want.

Together We Burn by Isabel Ibañez

Eighteen-year-old Zarela Zalvidar is a talented flamenco dancer and daughter of the most famous Dragonador in Hispalia. People come for miles to see her father fight in their arena, which will one day be hers. But disaster strikes during their five hundredth anniversary show, and in the carnage, Zarela’s father is horribly injured. Facing punishment from the Dragon Guild, Zarela must keep the arena—her ancestral home and inheritance —safe from their greedy hands. She has no choice but to take her father’s place as the next Dragonador. When the infuriatingly handsome dragon hunter, Arturo Díaz de Montserrat, withholds his help, she refuses to take no for an answer. But even if he agrees, there’s someone out to ruin the Zalvidar family, and Zarela will have to do whatever it takes in order to prevent the Dragon Guild from taking away her birthright. An ancient city plagued by dragons. A flamenco dancer determined to save her ancestral home. A dragon hunter refusing to teach her his ways. They don't want each other, but they need each other, and without him her world will burn.

Finding Jupiter by Kelis Rowe

Sparks fly when Orion and Ray meet for the first time at a roller rink in Memphis. But these star-crossed souls have a past filled with secrets that threaten to tear them apart before their love story even begins. Found poetry, grief, and fate collide in this powerful debut. Ray: Just once I'd like my birthday to be about me, and not the day my father died. I want to be Ray Jr., the tall girl from Memphis with the poetry beats and the braids that stay poppin'. And when I meet Orion at the skating rink, that's exactly who I am. He pulls my hand, and instead of being defined by my past, he races me toward my future. Orion: When I dive into the pool, it's just me and my heartbeat. There's no dad, no dead sister, and no distracting noises. But I can't hold my breath forever. And since I met Ray, I don't want to. The closer we get, though, the more I see I'm not the only one caught in her wake. With a lyrical blend of found poetry and poignant prose, this stunning debut captures young Black love and a decades-old family secret that may shatter a romance that feels written in the stars.

Love Radio by Ebony LaDelle

Hitch meets The Sun Is Also a Star in this witty and romantic teen novel about a self-professed teen love doctor with a popular radio segment who believes he can get a girl who hates all things romance to fall in love with him in only three dates. Prince Jones is the guy with all the answers—or so it seems. After all, at seventeen, he has his own segment on Detroit’s popular hip-hop show, Love Radio, where he dishes out advice to the brokenhearted. Prince has always dreamed of becoming a DJ and falling in love. But being the main caretaker for his mother, who has multiple sclerosis, and his little brother means his dreams will stay just that and the only romances in his life are the ones he hears about from his listeners. Until he meets Dani Ford. Dani isn’t checking for anybody. She’s focused on her plan: ace senior year, score a scholarship, and move to New York City to become a famous author. But her college essay keeps tripping her up and acknowledging what’s blocking her means dealing with what happened at that party a few months ago. And that’s one thing Dani can’t do. When the romantic DJ meets the ambitious writer, sparks fly. Prince is smitten, but Dani’s not looking to get derailed. She gives Prince just three dates to convince her that he’s worth falling for. Three dates for the love expert to take his own advice, and just maybe change two lives forever.

My Mechanical Romance by Alexene Farol Follmuth

Bel would rather die than think about the future. College apps? You’re funny. Extracurriculars? Not a chance. But when she accidentally reveals a talent for engineering at school, she’s basically forced into joining the robotics club. Even worse? All the boys ignore Bel—and Neelam, the only other girl on the team, doesn't seem to like her either. Enter Mateo Luna, captain of the club, who recognizes Bel as a potential asset—until they start butting heads. Bel doesn’t care about Nationals, while Teo cares too much. But as the nights of after-school work grow longer and longer, Bel and Teo realize they've made more than just a combat-ready robot for the championship: they’ve made each other and the team better. Because girls do belong in STEM. In her YA debut, Alexene Farol Follmuth, author of The Atlas Six (under the pen name Olivie Blake), explores both the challenges girls of color face in STEM and the vulnerability of first love with unfailing wit and honesty. With an adorable, opposites-attract romance at its center and lines that beg to be read aloud, My Mechanical Romance is swoon worthy perfection.

Tokyo Dreaming (Tokyo Ever AFter #2) by Emiko Jean

When Japanese-American Izumi Tanaka learned her father was the Crown Prince of Japan, she became a princess overnight. Now, she’s overcome conniving cousins, salacious press, and an imperial scandal to finally find a place she belongs. She has a perfect bodyguard turned boyfriend. Her stinky dog, Tamagotchi, is living with her in Tokyo. Her parents have even rekindled their college romance and are engaged. A royal wedding is on the horizon! Izumi’s life is a Tokyo dream come true. Only... Her parents’ engagement hits a brick wall. The Imperial Household Council refuses to approve the marriage citing concerns about Izumi and her mother’s lack of pedigree. And on top of it all, her bodyguard turned boyfriend makes a shocking decision about their relationship. At the threat of everything falling apart, Izumi vows to do whatever it takes to help win over the council. Which means upping her newly acquired princess game. But at what cost? Izumi will do anything to help her parents achieve their happily ever after, but what if playing the perfect princess means sacrificing her own? Will she find a way to forge her own path and follow her heart?

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yeah-sure-why-not-you · 2 years

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I went to the Wonder Tour in Seattle! Here’s my experience.

Backstory:

I became a fan of Shawn Mendes at the beginning of my freshman year in college, back in 2018. This was during the time he was promoting Shawn Mendes the album. I saw YouTube videos of him performing and was like “Wow. He’s amazing at performing.” And then I spiraled into watching his other recent performances and interviews. I found myself going through his Instagram page. I knew of his music before (mostly the radio hits) but I never really paid any attention to Shawn as an artist. After falling into my Shawn Mendes rabbit hole, I was instantly hooked onto his music. Moving through college, I kind of fell out of my freshman year obsession with Shawn. But when he announced the Wonder Tour, I had to get tickets. On the first day of my final year in college, my friend and I ditched class to buy tickets. The concert would be on June 28 of the next year and that date felt so far away - it was after our last finals as undergrads and it was after our graduation ceremonies. But June 28 came by way faster than I had anticipated!

Concert:

I got the silver VIP package. Those with VIP waited in line separate from general tickets. The silver VIP package included a nice tote bag, a tour passport, and a poster. We had the opportunity to go through an interactive museum that displayed articles throughout Shawn’s career - outfits, guitars he owned/played, awards, etc. There were also backdrops and props from album covers that you could take pictures with. It was cool but honestly, it was underwhelming. I only got the silver VIP because of the seats. I would have bought the VIP tickets that included meet and greet but they were out of my price range in Seattle. I’m sure those are more worthwhile.

I sat right next to the catwalk of the arena stage setup. When I got to my seat, there were already fans standing right next to the barricades. Security made them sit down until the show started though. It had something to do with the fact that people who didn’t pay to sit in that area were taking other people’s space (from what I heard). When Dermot Kennedy (who was the opening act - his voice is insane) finished performing, the lights came back on. But when the lights dimmed again and Wonder album Intro played, we were all screaming with excitement! Fans rushed to the barricade. The lights began strobing in tandem to the intro music. And at the center of the stage was a dark silhouette growing taller. Once Shawn appeared, I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I didn’t cry. But damn, this was something that I had been dreaming about since I was a freshman in college. Now I was fresh out of undergrad, experiencing a Shawn Mendes concert for the first time. Based on videos and pictures, you can see that Shawn is an attractive person. But on stage? In real life? That man is absolutely glowing. He’s beautiful.

I’ve been to other concerts where there’d be backup dancers and large choreographs. Those are always super fun to watch. Still, I would have to say that watching Shawn perform was even better. You can tell he loves what he does. He just has so much energy on that stage. He fills up the entire space with that energy. And he goes ham on that guitar. I’m surprised the strings don’t snap. And his VOCALS? Don’t even get me started. His voice is absolutely amazing. All of the songs sound even better live than in studio. Those high notes are killer - and he hits a lot of high notes. You don’t have to be a fan of his music to admire his talent. He’s magnetic on that stage. He also looks so comfortable on the stage. And it’s not comfortable in a bad way or a lazy way. Shawn looked like he was home.

Shawn uses up the whole space during his performance. At some points, he performed solely on the main stage. During some songs, he walked up and down the catwalk. For other songs, they were sung at a smaller stage at the end of the catwalk. He performed one song (Can’t Imagine) in the middle of the catwalk. He also engages with fans a bit! Some talking while transitioning songs. It’s the usual that you would get from a performer - thanking the city and the audience for being there, explaining what a certain song meant to them, etc. He also touches fan’s hands as well and engages with any props that fans bring. Also, if you’re lucky enough, you’ll come home with a guitar pick he tosses into the crowd.

The final song was In My Blood. Near the end of the song, Shawn got off the catwalk and went by the barricades to touch fans, hug them, etc. I wasn’t lucky enough to have the chance to touch him but my friend did! She hasn’t washed her hand since then. She had it vacuum sealed.

Overall, it was an incredible experience. Shawn Mendes is an amazing performer. It exceeded my 18 year old expectations. It also launched me back into my Shawn Mendes fangirl phase.

My only wish is that he interacted a little bit more with fans. Take Harry Styles for example. I think he does pretty well with interacting with fans while he’s on stage. There are points in his show where he’d have a short and funny interaction with a fan and they’d even talk! Or he’d respond to a funny poster. I think that would be fun!

Also, I just want to add something here about the postponement of the Wonder Tour: take the space you need for yourself, Shawn.

Tips:

- If you want to hug or touch Shawn at a concert, buy tickets next to the catwalk and be at the barricade. He interacts with fans a lot there.

- If you want to stand out even more at the catwalk barricade, make a funny poster. My friend did (it was my idea! I think it was pretty good) and I’m sure that’s why he started at her area when he came off the catwalk to hug fans.

- If you bring a poster and you want Shawn to interact with it or you, make sure it’s something easy, like “blow me a kiss” or something. He doesn’t engage too much with fan posters. He’ll definitely see it though.

If you have any questions about my experience of about his concert in general, comment!

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From: Bria

To: Mike Shinoda

Subject:?

That was the email he received. Just a single question mark in the subject line. He opened it up in curiosity. She was going through some mental health stuff while on the road. Flying around gave her anxiety, even with the medication her therapist had prescribed. She put on a face for the fans and the media but it was an act. Being on stage was the only place she could be herself. It was the only place she felt loved. He didn’t know if what she was feeling was true, or if she was just going through an episode.

He and Brad did as much research into what Borderline PTSD was. They even looked into Complex PTSD. It was a form of PTSD but was the result of ongoing trauma, like abuse. They made a list of her traumas. She was born under the influence of crack cocaine. Her parents were killed. September eleventh. Mike brought up how she could also have generational trauma from her birth mother.

Her birth mother had ongoing abuse from her parents and boyfriend. She was diagnosed with Borderline Schizophrenia. While looking through the symptoms of C-PTSD, they found that they were symptoms Chester experienced. It would explain a lot about his behavior. But, they were not mental health professionals so they couldn’t diagnose him. They could only encourage him to get help. Did they think she would self-medicate while on the road? Yes, they did.

It might not be with men, but it could be with alcohol or drugs. She was twenty-one years old, so she could legally drink alcohol. He would write back to her to see how she was doing.

From: Mike Shinoda

To: Bria

Subject: Re:?

Hey, it’s me checking in. I got your email.

He checked his email later since he became busy. The band was getting ready to go on tour themselves, so they all met to go over everything. Their second album, Meteora was given good reviews. They were establishing themselves as a nu-metal band. The album was the first with Phoenix. They checked in with him during one of their meetings. He was in a good place with therapy and medication.

He also continued working out with Linsey, while having date nights with Jason. They were proud of him for staying sober. Thank you. He was proud of himself. Their Projekt Revolution Tour was going to be short with only sixteen shows. They were planning on another tour in 2004 that would take them around the world. While discussing Bria’s tour, they threw around the idea of her doing a world tour for her second album. They decided to postpone it until they saw how she handled a cross-country tour.

She had different mental health needs than they did. Maybe they could hire someone to help her, like a mental health professional. Just in case she had a mental health episode and needed someone to talk to or help her. They would talk to her about that when she got home. It would have to be someone sympathetic and understanding.

Jon was excited about seeing Bria perform for the first time. Her cross-country tour was kicking off in Newark, New Jersey an hour away from where he lived in Middletown. He bought tickets for himself and Dorothea. His band was also going to be there. They could only imagine how nervous she was. She had been preparing for months.

Since she was terrified of flying, she was given medication that would help her calm down. Backstage, she got ready. She hired dancers, who would entertain the crowd while she performed on the piano. Mike and Brad helped her hold auditions in Los Angeles. They then chose the best. She also hired a choreographer to teach them the different adult contemporary dances.

The arena was filling up quickly with fans of all ages. He saw children, adults, teenagers, and even the elderly. The stage was designed and decorated. When the lights went down, everyone cheered as she came up through a hole in the stage playing her piano. Her dancers came out with her. She was dressed in a beautiful dress that sparkled in the light. His jaw dropped. No way! They all looked at each other in shock. That was so cool!

After the first couple of songs, she addressed the crowd. They cheered for her as she went into the next song. Halfway through the show, it was her, her guitar, and backup singers. I’m Already There by Lonestar. She followed that with I’ll Be There For You by Bon Jovi. The band and Dorothea sang that song along with her. She even played the guitar solo perfectly!

They were amazed by her showmanship, stage presence, and ability to interact with the audience. Her voice was as strong as it was on her albums. She could sing and she was proving it to everyone. Song after song was just incredible! Two hours went by so fast because they were enjoying every minute! Before they knew it, she was taking her bow while the crowd cheered. She got up and thanked them. The music stopped and the lights came back up.

They met her backstage in her dressing room with hugs and congratulations. How was she doing? She fanned herself with her hand, as sweat was going down her face. They laughed. She took a sip from her water bottle before speaking.

“Oh my god! That was so fucking cool!”

“That was probably the best show I’ve been to in a while”, Dorothea said.

“How did you design everything”, Hugh asked.

“That was Brad, Mike, Joe, Jason and I. I wanted the show to resemble Cirque du Soleil but on a much smaller scale with dancers and multiple outfit changes. Kind of like a Las Vegas show.”

Who’s Jason? He was Mike’s younger brother. Jason helped her design her house. Jon asked if he was dating Phoenix. Yes, he was. How was he doing? He was doing great! She encouraged him to call him. He would do that. Dorothea wanted to ask her how she was doing. The last time they spoke to her, she was going to be evaluated by a psychiatrist. They didn’t know what became of that.

After everyone left, they asked her. She had a little time to talk before having to leave, so she gave them an update. Her mental health was up and down. She was diagnosed with and received treatment for Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD. Her animals were very helpful in keeping her distracted from the chaos in her head. They also gave her unconditional love. Where were her animals? They were staying with Mike. She thought he would have fun with them.

Meow! Bark! Mike had just arrived home and the animals were already demanding his attention. Give me a minute to take my shoes off. They all sat down and waited. They then followed him to the kitchen. Bria had given him the use of her house while she was gone. He gave them food before looking in her refrigerator to find something to make for dinner. Nothing.

Mike, it’s Bria. Of course, she’s not going to have any food in her refrigerator. She didn’t know how to cook. He got his phone and decided to call for a pizza. The next day, he would have to bring over groceries because he couldn’t afford to eat out every night. While he waited, he thought about going outside with the dogs. Bark! Bark! Come on, human! Their tails wagged as they waited for him to put his shoes back on. Finally! He opened the back door and they both ran out.

The sun was going down. It made him forget about his stress. He could hear the waves crashing on the beach. This was what Bria wanted and he understood why. He kept the door open, so he could hear the doorbell but he also kept an eye out if Woody tried to escape. After it got cold out, he called the dogs back. Once they were back inside, he shut and locked the door.

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Behold! 3 Best Music Festivals of Summer 2023

With the rapidly rising heat, music fans are getting more and more excited about the upcoming summer music festivals, and undoubtedly the season is filled with them. That's why, we are here with our picks of 3 best music festivals of summer 2023 so you don't get left behind on all the fun. What's more, we will discuss everything you need to know about these music festivals to find you just the right one. So stick around for a while and get ready to hop on the crazy ride. Summer Breeze Music Festival Brazil When and where> 29th and 30th April at Barra Funda, São Paulo, Brazil. Let's start this list with something really special for all my fellow metalheads! Shall we? Summer Breeze is a world renowned open air metal festival and it is expanding to Brazil this summer. Even more, the music festival is a home to many of the greatest names in metal and hardrock genres along with the craziest crowd on the planet. So there will be super energetic performances, music louder than hell, and a whole lot of headbanging for two whole days. On top of that, a very strong lineup of around 40 metal bands are all set to bring the heat this year and around 15,000 fans are expected. So if you are ready to embrace your inner wilderness and dive headfirst into the tremendous mosh pits then book your tickets now! Lineup> Lamb of God, Kreator, Sepultura, Blind Guardian, Testament, Stone Temple Pilots, Apocalyptica, Napalm Death, Krisiun, Skid Row, and many more. Electric Daisy Carnival - Las Vegas 2023 When and where> 19th to 21st May at Las Vegas Motor Speedway, Las Vegas, USA. Up next, we have this majestic music festival to serve you an experience of a lifetime. Electric Daisy Carnival or simply EDC is one of the largest dance and music festivals in the world that takes place in several countries on several continents. However, EDC Las Vegas is the flagship event for this global festival series over the last 25 years. What's more, the festival proudly offers the very best production and a magnificent lineup of EDM and electronic musicians every year. On top of that, you can experience mind-bending interactive art installations, along with meeting dancers, acrobats, stilt walkers, and many more. Around 130,000 audiences will be joining the event including both locals and tourists. So don't miss out on this extra special one. Festival Corona Capital Guadalajara 2023 When and where> 20th and 21st May at Arena VFG, Guadalajara, Mexico. Lastly, we have one of the largest and most anticipated music festivals in Latin America. Corona Capital started its incredible journey in 2010 and established itself as the most important international music festival in Mexico over the years. What's more, the music event is known for covering a whole lot of genres and bringing together renowned international artists as well as emerging new talents. Around 25,000 fans will be joining this music event to witness the stunning performances by this year's fabulous lineup. So go for it for all its worth. Lineup> Imagine Dragons, The Chainsmokers, Charlie Puth, Pixies, Interpol, Bloc Party, Bastille, Rosin Murphy, Foals, and many more. If you liked our list then you should also check out these splendid music festivals we covered last week. Adios! Read the full article

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Ellie had saved up for nearly a year to buy an overpriced resale ticket to be in the cherry pit of the Harry Styles Concert.

She was a college student - barely able to afford food, let alone an expensive ticket to the concert at PPG Paints Arena.

But she managed, after extra long nights at the on-campus conievient store - she had saved up enough for said ticket.

She worked hard for the chance, so she brought a little blanket and camped out at the front of the arena like the rest of the fans.

Overall, she was outside for General Admission since four in the morning and by the time they were ushered into the arena - she was filled with anticipation and exhaustion.

But if was so so worth it.

She was at the barrier, grasping onto it like it was a figment of her imagination - she was here and he would be coming in a few hours.

It was overly crowded and the fans around her were becoming antsy and pushy as the show came closer to starting.

Ellie notices everyone looking back when Jenny comes on and she notices that everyone is starting at YN who had appeared behind the barricades to watch the show.

She was just…gorgeous. She waved and blew a few kisses to the fans but got distracted talking with Jeff and Tommy.

Fans enjoyed when she came out first because her outfit gave just the littlest hint of what Harry’s would look like.

Unfortunately, it didn’t give away much.

She looks stunning as always - in a sharp, crisp black suit with a very sexy, delicate bra underneath. ***

Ellie swears she could see her engagement and wedding band sparkling in the lighting from all the way over here.

After Jenny’s set is over, there is only a few minutes before Harry comes on.

When the lights dim, the intro music starts, and the bunnies begin the flashing on the screen - the fans in the pit push forward to get as close as possible.

Ellie isn’t sure how it happened but she manages to get pushed away from the barrier and to the back of the crowd.

All of her hardwork, waiting in line was ruined in an instant and then fans were holding up signs that blocked her whole view.

She can barely get glimpses of Harry and the fact that she has lost the spot at the barrier that she had wanted so fucking bad.

Maybe she’s being childish but she begins crying, she can’t believe her bad luck, and she just can’t seem to catch her breath.

Golden passes, then Carolina, then Adore You.

She doesn’t even enjoy them.

Ellie is confused when she feels a tap on her shoulder, it’s a massive security guard who states, “Mrs. Styles would like to see you.”

She looks at him perplexed, then past his shoulder, and believe it or not - YN is standing at the rail that separates her from the general population, she looks concerned.

It doesn’t feel real as she stumbles over, scrubbing her hand over her face to attempt to erase the tears before meeting her.

“Hi! Are you okay?” YN shouts over the loud music, leaning past the barrier a bit.

Ellie nods, trying to collect herself, “I’m just upset. I waited all morning for the front but I just got shoved out and…I can’t really see him and I saved up all my money for this.”

YN smiles softly at the girl, “I’m sorry that happened.”

Ellie expects that to be it but it’s not.

“Hey, will you take us over to the stage barricade?” YN asks that same security.

He furrows his brows, “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Mrs. Styles.”

“I think it would be,” She quips fiercely, no room to argue and she helps Ellie slip over the railing to stand next to her, “I’ll get you an even better seat.”

And Ellie is in shock as YN takes her hand, pulling her along until they’re at the small space between the stage and pit - where the security stands.

From here, well- she can see everything and it’s better than a front row seat.

Especially because the second Harry spots his wife, he prances over to them, and yells out, “Y’good?”

YN nods and gives him a thumbs up, then she’s dancing along with the crowd and encouraging Ellie to dance.

The opposite side of the pit would later go on to complain on social media that Harry spent no time on their side because he was too busy showing off for his wife.

It was completely true.

He was totally trying to show off to his wife despite her having seen him perform thousands of times over the past ten years.

Ellie is starry-eyed as she watches her idol perform but he is actually real which doesn’t seem right - he’s a living breathing person!

During a break between songs, Harry swings the microphone cord and saunters over to them with a wide smile.

“I see tha’ m’wife made a friend. S’show is supposed to be about me, darling!” Harry pouts toward his wife making the crowd laugh, “Wha’s your name?”

Ellie’s eyes widen when she realized he is talking to her.

“Ell-Ellie!” She shouts back over the scream.

“Hello Ellie, s’my wife annoying you yet? Thanks for takin’ her off my hands for a while. She’s a lot to handle, pain in me arse,” Harry jokes, eyes twinkling at YN.

Ellie felt like she could physically feel their connection.

She shakes her head and shouts back, “No! She’s really nice!”

Harry tsked and murmurs playfully into the mic, “Y’needa to tell me the secret! She’s right mean to me!”

He blows his wife a kiss and pops his bum at her before shimmying away for his next song.

Ellie is near hyperventilating, she just talked to Harry fucking Styles but feels like an idiot for doing it right next to his wife.

YN slings an arm around her shoulder and says, “You okay?”

She giggles and mumbles, “I’m sorry, I’m being so embarrassing.”

But YN is understanding, constantly smiling which makes her feel less like an immature little fan girl and replies, “Not embarrassing! I totally get it. He’s pretty okay.”

As the show wraps up, the security starts to motion for YN to follow them backstage and Ellie feels sad - she really liked YN and she didn’t want this experience to end.

“It was really really nice meeting you. I can’t thank you enough,” Ellie tells YN over Harry edging the crowd with Watermelon Sugar.

Holy shit, she was talking to the person the song was made about.

YN’s face twist in confusion, “Did you not want to come backstage and meet him?”

Um.

What the fuck did she just say?

That’s an option?

“Uh-meet Harr-Harry?” She stutters out, mouth nearly hanging open with surprise.

“Yeah! I thought you better get your money’s worth for such a shit experience!” YN replies, laughing as she begins to walk with security - Ellie trailing after them.

Did YN not realize that she had already gave Ellie one of the most - scratch that, the most amazing experience of her life?

When they get backstage, the crew is hustling about - Ellie spots Jeff, Tommy, Harry Lambert all chilling by the entrance.

“If you want to take a seat, he’ll be back here in a few minutes!” YN says nonchalantly, like she isn’t about to introduce her to Harry fucking Styles.

Ellie’s heart is pounding louder than the concert speakers, she can hear the blood rushing in her ears with excitement and anxiety at the same time.

And then Kiwi ends.

Before she can blink, Harry has burst through the curtains to the backstage - tugging out his in-ears and wiping off his sweaty forehead.

He doesn’t notice Ellie but she wouldn’t expect him to - not when his drop dead gorgeous wife is in the room (there was no competition with anyone else, she was just…stunning and it made sense why Harry was so attracted to her.)

And of course, Harry’s eyes find his wife before anything else - YN was currently sipping a water bottle by a mini fridge.

He strides over to her, snatches the bottle out of her hand, and jugs down the rest of it within mere seconds without asking.

“Rude,” YN chides with a giggle as Harry presses her further against the wall, “You did so fucking good tonight, bunny.”

Bunny?

“Trying to impress you,” He rasps, his voice hoarse from his performance - his hand dipping into her jacket to thumb at the lace of her bra.

“That much was obvious,” YN retorts dryly but fails poorly to keep her smile hidden - laughs like a school girl even more when Harry growls and blows a raspberry on her shoulder.

They were so fucking adorable.

Harry was looking at his wife with that teenager affection still - like she was just the best thing ever and he was obsessed.

It was absolutely the truth.

“Oh! I’m being rude,” YN interrupts their little moment, shoving him off and ignoring his comment of, “Always rude t’me.”

“Harry, this is Ellie,” YN grabs his hand and pulls him over to the couch, “She waited all morning for front row but other people pushed her out.”

It makes Ellie a little bit sad, Harry’s demeanor changes - he is still very kind and friendly but he goes into fan mode - much different than how he just was.

“Y’alright? Nice t’meet you, Ellie,” Harry says professionally, he reaches out his hand and shakes hers - she’s legitimately quivering.

“Ye-um, nice to meet you,” She manages out, the rockstar smiles patiently at her with years of experience with frazzled fans.

“I hope m’wife was able to make the show a bit better,” He adds and Jeff is already shoving a shirt, poster, and marker for him to sign stuff for her.

This was most likely the last thing he wanted to do after a show but he was being so welcoming to her - it almost made her guilty for coming back here.

“I did-didn’t mean to be a bother. I’m sorry,” Ellie apologizes profusely, standing up and grabbing her tote - thanking Harry as he hands her the signed merch.

“No worries, not a bother at all. M’glad you had a good time,” He doesn’t try to get her to stay and is obviously ready to leave but he gives her a warm, sweaty hug nonetheless.

“Thank you, both of you,” Ellie mumbles, she steps over to give YN a hug and there’s a moment of panic when Harry tenses up at the interaction - like he doesn’t want Ellie touching his wife but YN hugs her tightly back.

She notices Harry’s hand move protectively to his wife’s hip and pull her into his side subtly - it was obvious how in love he is with her.

And when security begins to guide her out, she can still hear them as they walk towards an opposite hallway.

Harry’s voice had changed back into one that the public didn’t hear as he asks his wife in a whining tone, “Will y’wash m’hair for me tonight, baby? M’sleepy.”

His wife teases him, “I’ll consider it.”

“S’not fair I washed y’hair and body for the last week straight!” He complains, Ellie looks over her shoulder to see Harry bringing their intertwined hands up to kiss the back of hers.

“I’ll wash your hair and body,” YN relents, acting like she was put out immensely by the request.

“Even m’bits?” Harry murmurs lowly - like a child saying something naughty.

YN barks out a laugh, “I swear you’re still fifteen sometimes but yes - full body.”

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pleasantbutterfly · 2 years

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My Kiwi

Harry Styles x Wife! Pregnant! Reader

Words: 1047

Warnings: Fluff

POVs: 1st

Summary:

Imagine Harry Styles asks the audience at his concert to help him and his pregnant wife find out the gender of her baby.

Inspired by the gender reveal by Harry at the Bridgestone Arena in Nashville in 2021.

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Dazzling lights are dancing all around the massive arena, which is filled with thousands of people. The screams of the people make their ears buzz. The atmosphere is overwhelming, and at the same time, the energy of the concert is magnetic and enchanting.

Here everybody is free, winged, people forget about their burdens and just enjoy the show.

Harry Styles, man of the hour, is moving, wriggling without a care in the world, while his band is finishing playing "Treat People With Kindness".

His smile, his voice, and his fancy dancing dazzles me. The man I vowed my undying love to.

My story is rather primitive: a cafe-lady spilt coffee on a customer that turned out to be a famous singer.

It happened during a 1D time. I worked at a small cafe while struggling to pay my tuition fees. It happened out of the blue: one moment I was holding tightly in my grasp a tray, another, and an eye-catching delicious cake was on a stranger's white T-shirt. A smart looking boy was looking at me with a wildly open mouth and round eyes, which matched my own expression.

Gaping, I was too baffled to even utter a word. I expected yelling, cursing, and fumes from the ears. But when I heard a soft laugh, I finally found courage to meet the boy's eyes. Green like grass irises shimmer while he was glaring at me.

After a few apologies from me and words of reassurance from him, we had a chit chat. I didn't get that I was talking to an idol of millions of people. During that time, he was just a friendly guest who even paid for my clumsiness.

Then, he left. A day went. Then another. Then, it hit a couple of weeks without seeing the stranger. I was foolishly waiting for him. My cake accident.

One morning, there were no people in the cafe. I was cleaning the tables when the door dinged. My washcloth fell to the floor, and my heart jumped in my chest.

My cake accident. My green-eyed stranger.

"Will he recognise me?" The questions were circling inside my head.

He did. And that's how our story started.

It wasn't always easy, but what love is? We went through fire, we splitted and came back.

In the end, we got our happily ever after.

The ring on my ring-finger was placed there three years ago.

My hand with a fascinating gold band with a green stone, the shade of Harry's eye is rubbing my 13-week swell. When we learnt that soon we would have another important person in our lives, we were over the moon. Long passionate kisses, tight warm hugs, and happy tears, that was the result of the news.

Now I'm standing backstage, itchy and excited. Today we will find out the baby's gender. Harry proposed that we would do it there, during the concert. I agreed.

Harry adores his fans, they became a significant part of his life. So he came up with the idea that we should share our happiness with his Harries.

That's why I'm here, my swollen legs nagging from the pain of standing too long, my back feels like it can crack from the weight. But I know that in a few seconds, when the song ends, I need to make an appearance.

"Today I'll need your help," Harry's voice rings out through the cacophony of screams which have only sounded up after the statement. "But before we start, I'd like to welcome my ray of light, my precious daisy that brings me euphoria every day, a woman that clenches a part of my soul, my darling wife!!!"

I shed a tear after hearing his warm words.

The roar of people accompanies me, when I'm waddling slowly but surely with the help of security towards the stage.

Helping me up, Harry carries on his speech:

"How about a little Kiwi today! I'm having your baby, and today it's my business!!!" Curly-haired boy sings. "You have a very important task. As you know, this gorgeous lady is pregnant. If you haven't noticed, then now you know. Therefore, today we'll discover our little bean's gender," Harry says and gently strokes my belly. Auditorium exultant.

"Your task is to stay as quiet as possible, while my favourite bands create an atmosphere. The screen will light up in a certain colour. If we are expecting a boy, it is blue, if a girl, then pink, respectively. Your task is to sing "Watermelon sugar, high" when it's a girl. If in the cute belly a boy is waiting his time to arrive, then sing "Shine. Step into the light. Shine". Can you do it? I don't hear you?" Under the whizzing sounds, we close our eyes, Harry's warm body envelopes me gently. He kisses my temple, I can feel his heart bumping against his chest, matching my own rhythm.

The countdown begins.

10..

9..

8..

7..

6..

5..

4..

3..

2..

A loud "Shine" echoes through the concert hall. "Lights Up" begins to play. And I start crying. A boy. A marvelous boy, which, I hope, will become his father's copy. I can already imagine a dark curly head running around the house, his green eyes flickering while he's listening to his daddy's songs. I can see how Harry teaches his son playing golf, how they sing alone during family gatherings.

My teary eyes meet my husband's, wet from tears as well. His strong hands take my form and he lightly swings in the air, laughing softly. "It's a boooooyyyy!!!"

His next move leaves me breathless. He takes my face and gives a strong, long, and rather intimate kiss full of love and happiness. I hear him mutter "I love you, my daisy" sweetly into my ear. "I love you, my cake accident," comes my reply.

Joy and love are overfilling my heart, I perceive fireworks of emotions, which add to my hormones.

The show is not over, so after hugging the band, I retreat to the backstage, where I can finally let my feet and back release the pressure from the pain.

After "Sunflower" I'm reunited with my wonderful husband with loads of kissing and tender touch of my round belly, where my son is resting.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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talent that runs in the family ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2128

request?: yes!

“Being rooks sister and substitute him while he recovers and slowly start to fall in love with colson”

description: she steps in to replace her brother when he is seriously injured and ends up gaining feelings for his friend

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Thanks so much for doing this (Y/N),” Rook said over the phone. “I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said. “But does Colson know that I’m...y’know...not a seasoned vet?”

“You’ll do fine.”

I refrained from reminding him that he didn’t actually answer my question.

After Rook’s accident left him out of commission for some time, he came to me to ask if I’d fill in for him. I jumped at the opportunity. Rook had taught me how to drum when I was young and, much like my big brother, it became a passion of mine. How could I turn down working with one of the biggest artists of the year, even if it were just for a short while?

Well, my nerves were definitely telling me I should’ve said no as I walked into soundcheck that day.

“Whatever,” I said. “I’ll call you after the soundcheck.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous. You’re gonna do great.”

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I tried not to focus on how big the venue we were playing in was as I made my way to the otherwise empty stage. I thought I was the first person to arrive until I heard someone calling my name.

“(Y/N), up here!”

I looked up to see the guys sat in a booth in the balcony. Colson was all but leaning over the railing, waving for me to join them. I had no idea how to get up there on my own, but luckily a security guard showed me the way.

The guys were eating pizza and drinking from plastic cups as if they were the ones attending the concert and not performing in it.

“Pre-show ritual,” Colson told me. “Especially when we have someone new joining the band. Sit! Have a slice!”

“Shouldn’t we be practicing?” I asked, but still sat with them. I didn’t want to completely mess up my first day.

“We have hours to practice,” one of the other guys I remembered as Slim said. “And we don’t really need to. We do this every night. A soundcheck is basically just to make sure everything is working tech wise.”

I just nodded, not wanting to point out that I hadn’t been doing this every night. I hoped that I’d have some time to figure out the songs before the shows.

Colson nudged me, bringing my attention to him. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great.”

I smiled at him, wishing I’d believe him.

After our small feast of pizza and beer in plastic glasses, we finally got to our soundcheck. I was so nervous that I kept messing up during the first song. My hands were shaking and I kept hitting the wrong drum by accident. My face was burning with embarrassment as I buried it in my hands and groaned.

Colson walked up to me, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I can get this, I know I can.”

“I know you can, too,” he said. “Just take a breath, relax. We’ll try again when you’re ready. And remember, it’s just drumming. Rook says you’re great at it.”

I smiled at him and nodded. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I pictured myself back in my bedroom from my childhood, playing my drums super loud until my parents had to call out for me to keep it down.

When we started practicing again, it went off without a hitch. We did most of the setlist all the way through and did quick takes on the last few songs before our time was up.

I was proud of myself as the soundcheck came to an end. I was still nervous about performing during the actual show, but I felt confident enough in myself not to make too many noticeable mistakes when we actually had an audience that night.

I was walking to my car when I heard someone calling for me. I turned to see Colson running to catch up with me. Or rather he was taking long strides to catch up with me considering he was so tall.

“I told you you would do great!” he said, putting an arm around my shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “It’s like drumming runs in your blood or something.”

I chuckled. “That’s what mom and dad always said too, but neither one of them can keep a beat to save their lives and no one else in our immediate family plays either.”

“You and Rook are the start of a long line of drummers then I guess.”

I shrugged in response. We both stood awkwardly for a moment. I wasn’t sure what else to say. His arm was still around my shoulder and I didn’t want to pull away and make it seem like I didn’t enjoy the contact because I definitely was not complaining about it.

I guess Colson also realized that he was still touching me, though, because he pulled his arm away and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Do you need a run to the hotel or anything?” he asked. “We have the tour bus.”

I shook my head. “I’m good, thanks. I have my car, and besides I haven’t even checked into the hotel yet so I should probably go do that.”

“Oh, yeah you definitely should. Get some rest before the show, too. It’s a lot more physically demanding when it’s an actual show, even if you’re just sitting at a drum set the entire time. I’ll see you tonight then I guess.” He turned to walk away, but paused and turned back to add, “What were you planning on wearing tonight?”

I looked at him, confused. “Uh...this I guess.”

I was wearing a hoodie and a pair baggy jeans and my most comfortable pair of sneakers.

Colson raised an eyebrow at my outfit before looking back up at me. “I mean, it’s definitely comfy, but I would recommend something a little less...well, just less. It’s going to be hot as fuck on that stage, especially with all the lights on you and shit.”

I nodded, taking note of this as I got into my car and internally panicked a little because I didn’t know if I even had anything to wear.

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A few hours later, after checking into my hotel room and promptly wrecking it by throwing my clothes everywhere, I was heading back down to the lobby to meet up with the guys. We were going to the show together, which would’ve been my first tour bus ride. I couldn’t lie, I was super stoked for it.

I was the last one to the lobby. All the guys were stood around, loudly talking to one another. You’d think they were just a normal group of guys and not a group about to play a sold out show in a massive arena.

Colson spotted me first. I smiled at waved at him. His eyes widened and his jaw basically dropped, which prompted all the guys to turn. Their reactions immediately matched his as they looked me up and down.

“Rook would kill you guys if he could see you right now,” I teased.

“Damn (Y/N),” Colson dared to say first. “You look...you look hot as fuck.”

I had decided on a loose muscle shirt with a bralette underneath since the shirt showed a little more than what I was used to, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and kept on the comfortable sneakers I had been wearing earlier that day.

I giggled. “Thanks, but again, Rook would kill you for saying that. Also, it’s not anything super attractive.”

“You got a nice body,” Baze pointed out. “Anything showing it off even a little is hot.”

I could feel my face burning as I waved their comments away. “Okay, enough with this. We have a show to get to.”

We boarded the tour bus and started towards the arena. The guys were distracted amongst one another again, completely forgetting about me and my “hot outfit”. Besides Colson, who had come to sit next to me on the couch while the rest of the guys were already drinking whatever was in the mini fridge.

“Do you guys always get drunk before your shows?” I asked.

“Not always. Usually we get high,” Colson responded.

“Now that I can get behind. I’ll probably be less afraid if I’m high.”

Colson held out the joint in his hand to me. I took it and took a quick puff, the smoke immediately burning my throat and lungs as I tried to inhale it. Colson laughed as I started to cough.

“I still say you have nothing to worry about,” he told me. “You’re gonna do great tonight. You can’t even really see or hear the audience with all the lights and the inner ear pieces.”

“That’s even worse cause then I’ll just imagine how big the audience is.”

He put a hand on my leg, something I assume was just instinct for him to do to comfort someone, but the minute he made the contact I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. Colson quickly pulled his hand away and I wondered if he had felt that too.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking,” he said.

“You can if you want,” I assured him. “I wasn’t mad about it or anything.”

Colson looked at me and I realized how blue his eyes were. Rook had always made jokes about how Colson could seduce any woman with just his eyes because they were such baby blues, but I didn’t really believe him until the moment I was looking in them myself. Now I was lost, completely forgetting everyone around me as I felt myself moving closer towards him.

The bus jerked to a stop, causing Colson and I to nearly be thrown from our seats. The guys started off the bus first, running towards the entrance to the arena as I could hear the waiting fans screaming outside.

Colson stood and offered a hand to me. “It’s showtime.”

~~~~~~

After the first song went perfectly, I stopped feeling nervous. Colson was right, I couldn’t see the audience in front of me, but I could faintly hear their screams of excitement over my inner ear piece. It was weird to have it in and not only hear all of us playing, but also the crew talking backstage. It was almost distracting, but it became easy to tune them out.

During one of Colson’s talking points in the show, I reached for my water bottle to take a sip. Colson was hyping the audience up, which made me smile a little.

“Before we continue the show,” he said into his mic, “you guys may have noticed that we do not have our regular drummer tonight.”

I immediately knew what he was about to do and I wanted to hurtle my drumstick at him before he went there.

“As you’ve probably heard, Rook was in a bit of an accident and is off recovering for the time being,” he continued. “So, we decided to get some family to fill in for him for the time being. Everyone, I want to hear y’all make some noise for Rook’s little sister, (Y/N)!”

The crowd cheered loudly. Colson turned to me and waved for me to stand. I glared at him, which I hoped he could see, before standing and awkwardly smiling and waving at the audience.

“All the cool drum shit you guys have been hearing all night has been (Y/N),” Colson said as he started to approach me. “She’s a bad ass fucking drummer, and she’s a pretty fucking cool chick, too.”

I was confused where he was going with this as he came to stand next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder the way he had earlier that day after soundcheck.

“Which is why, (Y/N), I gotta ask: will you go on a date with me sometime?”

Slight embarrassment was swelling somewhere inside of me at being asked out in such a public way, but that embarrassment was overshadowed by the fuzzy feeling of excitement inside of me. I looked up at Colson, my eyes wide and a smile on my lips.

He lowered the mic so he could privately add, “I’m being serious. I wanna take you out on a real date. Just the two of us.”

My words were stuck in my throat, but I was able to nod in response. The smile on Colson’s face stretched so wide that I could’ve been convinced he was the one lighting the show.

“Okay,” he said, then lifted the mic to say to his audience, “Let’s get back to the show guys!”

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blu-joons · 3 years

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The Confession ~ Im Changkyun

His head shook in a moment of disbelief as Hyunwoo opened the door to their dressing room for you to walk in. The rest of the room quickly cleared as you caught your first sight of Changkyun after almost two months apart as a result of his tour.

Open arms greeted you, pulling you into a tight hug. The feeling of missing you never went away, no matter how many times he went abroad. You were his best friend, and no distance or time could ever make things easier when it came to being away from you.

After a few moments, his hand held onto yours, pulling you down onto one of the two large sofas that filled the dressing room for the boys to relax on.

“You guys look like you’re doing so well,” you smiled, looking around at all of the items around the room. “I never imagined that I’d get the chance to come all the way to America to see you perform.”

“Neither did I,” he mused, still struggling to believe for himself where his career had taken him. “It still feels like yesterday the two of us were trying to come up with something to do for that stupid talent show at school.”

Your eyes rolled at the memory, “I still can’t believe you thought you’d be the best one to lead.”

The two of you had always had a competitive friendship, you loved being better than the other and having bragging rights. It was one of the many things that Changkyun loved about you. As much as he adored his fellow members, none of them ever quite managed to fill the void that you left in his life when he went away, no one ever even came close.

“Kihyun said something about a meet and greet later tonight, but if you’re free for an hour or two, maybe we could go and explore?” You suggested, glancing out of the window that offered a beautiful view of the city.

“I don’t really fancy going out, I’d much rather stay here,” he hummed, staring down at the carpet. Straight away, you could tell by the expression on his face that he’d made the decision to stay at the arena because of what was awaiting outside.

“You can’t still be living your life out of fear of a camera taking a picture of you,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at him. Despite being such a huge star, Changkyun hated the publicity that came with it and the constant feeling of being followed.

Every time the two of you were together, you tried to encourage him to stop being so fearful. You’d spotted the cameras outside the arena, but you chose to ignore them, as you always hoped Changkyun would do, but he was yet to break that barrier down.

“Is it me?” You then asked him, “are you afraid of someone taking a picture of the two of us together? Surely your fans know who I am by now, nothing bad could happen from that.”

His head shook, biting down on his bottom lip as he noticed you beginning to get agitated beside him. Changkyun’s silence only frustrated you more, but if you weren’t going to get an answer from him, there were five others who would happily give you the answer that you wanted.

You gave Changkyun a few moments to speak and try and explain what was going on, but he chose to remain quiet. The words came to him, but each time he tried to speak, he failed, leaving you no choice but to stand up from the sofa and step towards the door.

“Where are you going?” He asked, finally bringing his eyes up to look across at you.

“I told you that I wanted to go and explore, so if you don’t want to, maybe I’ll do it myself.”

“I don’t want you to leave me when you’ve only just got here, just please, stay here with me, I’ve missed having you around Y/N.”

The pain was clear in both his tone of voice and his eyes as you reluctantly sat yourself back down on the sofa beside him. All you wanted to do was spend time with Changkyun, and yet he seemed to show little enthusiasm to do the same with you.

“I just want to keep you to myself for a while, I don’t want anyone else in the world to look at you.”

Your brows knitted together in response to his words, “since when did you become this protective of me, is that really what this is about?”

Changkyun had always kept you close to his side from when you were young, but even this was out of character for him. Each tour often gave him time to think and reflect, but you were clueless as to just how much time this tour had given him.

“Answer my question,” you requested as Changkyun fell silent once again, “why can’t you tell me what’s really going on here? Or do you just want me to go?”

“Of course, I don’t want you to go,” he snapped, brushing his hands through his hair, “if I had it my way, you’d stay forever, because I can’t stop thinking about you, and I can’t stop thinking about how much each time I go away I fall more and more in love with you Y/N.”

Your eyes widened as a heavy sigh came from Changkyun as he realised exactly what he’d said. “Do you really mean that?” Your questioned, leaning forwards so that your eyes could meet his. “How many tours? How many months, years, have you kept that from me?”

His shoulders shrugged back at you, “too many years that I’d care to admit. I thought with each tour it would get easier to be without you, but if anything, it just makes my heart hurt so much more.”

“Then why didn’t you let me take care of your heart?” You whispered, resting your hand against his leg, “do you not realise how hard it is for me to be without you too? That’s why I’m here because I couldn’t bare to be in Seoul without you anymore.”

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up into a warming smile as he moved closer towards you against the sofa, moving his arm around so that it wrapped around your shoulders. It was a way that the two of you had sat in several times before as friends, but this time, it felt so much different for you both.

“My biggest fear is one day coming home from a tour and knowing that someone would have your heart before I did. I don’t want to go outside with you because I’m scared some guy will say hello and end up stealing you from me,” he admitted.

“No guy would ever be able to take the place of you Kyun,” you giggled, resting your head down to his shoulder, “you’re my best friend, forever, but a small part of me too has wondered about the future, just like I think a small part of you has too.”

“A huge part of me has thought about the future, and each time, I only ever see you in it.”

His words brought a rosy shade to your cheeks as his grip around you tightened once again. “Please don’t ever bottle your feelings up from me again Changkyun, I want to know how you feel, especially when you feel as you do right now.”

His head nodded, pressing his lips into your hairline several times. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch, bringing a wide smile to your face too.

“I’m glad you’re here to see me on tour,” he whispered down to you.

“I bet it’s nowhere near as glad as I am to be back with you.”

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pandorasword · 1 year

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ member: Jin

❒ genre: fluff fluff fluff

❒ words: 1.1k+

❒ summary: In which Jin takes Chaeri to Coldplay concert.

❒ warnings: mentions of disbanding

Fix you

April, 2017

Disbanding.

She had been having nightmares since that word started to be part of their conversations more often than she wanted to hear it.

Their success had begun to skyrocket drastically in recent times, leading them to achievements and recognition they never imagined. Of course, fame and popularity came at a cost though.

The highest one to pay was definitely their mental health.

Was it worth it?

They needed time off.

That's why, when Coldplay's tour stop in Seoul was announced for that April, Jin didn't pass up the opportunity to buy two tickets: One for him and one for the youngest of the group.

As lifelong fans of the British group, the boy thought that such a night would be good for both of them.

Jin smiled at her, "I know what you mean. I've been waiting for this moment for so long."

"When you try your best but you don't succeed.

When you get what you want but not what you need.

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep. Stuck in reverse. And the tears come streaming down your face.

When you lose something you can't replace.

When you love someone but it goes to waste.

Could it be worse?"

When the song reached its climax, and Martin sang

"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones.

And I will try to fix you,"

Chaeri felt tears almost streaming down her face.

"I don't want it to end, you all are my home"

"I want to make more memories like this," Chaeri finally said, breaking the silence. "Memories that we can hold onto when things get tough. That's why I think tonight should not end here."

Jin looked at her, puzzled. "What do you mean?" he asked.

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