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chemiste · 4 years

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Foresight ~ ch. 2

A/N : hello hi howdy, here’s ch. 2, let me know what y’all think!!

ch. 1

All you could do was weakly nod and follow the large mass of muscle through the crowd with Maggie attached to your arm. He swiped his keycard on a door and led you through a hallway, where you heard voices becoming louder and louder.

Fuck me.

Maggie gave you a reassuring squeeze as the guard knocked and then opened the door, pushing both of you inside and closing it.

There they were, the band members all scattered on different chairs, a few others in all-black outfits with clipboards and headsets, and then, Harry Styles, sparkly jacket discarded on the chair next to him in the dressing room and stressfully running his hands through his sweaty hair. All his rings were placed on the table as though they had continuously snagged his hair and he got frustrated.

The room seemed to go dead silent when you entered.

Then, Harry spoke.

“How in the world did you know those songs.”

You swallowed, “I’m so sorry I—“ the whole room erupted with loud shouts, people whipping out laptops and typing faster than you’d every seen before.

A large man came storming up to you, “Where did you leak it, or where did you find it? These songs are worth a lot more than you miss, so I suggest you speak very quickly so this doesn’t cause more of a problem than it is right now.”

You opened your mouth to continue, but was cut off by a scream across the room, “—what do you mean you can’t find the leaked file?! There has to be one! Look again!”

You tried to butt in, “Please this is all a misunderstanding—“ “Just tell us which server you found the songs on!” “Please sir I—“ “Enough with the babbling! Just tell me—“

A large smack quieted the room, you turned around to see Maggie with the door handle in her hand. She must have slammed the door open and shut.

“Will you please let her speak?” She huffed. You had never been prouder to have Maggie as your friend.

You turned back to all the awaiting people squirming in their spots.

“There is no leak whatsoever anywhere online or physical.”

A few people let out breaths of relief, but Harry spoke up again, this time walking closer toward you.

“But how did you know the songs?” You rubbed the back of your neck and squeezed your eyes shut, “This is going to sound ridiculous but, I’m psychic.”

A couple scoffs were let out and the man that had been previously screaming in your face said, “And you think we’re supposed to believe that?”

“She’s telling the truth,” Maggie spoke up, “She’s been able to know things before others do all her life.”

“Prove it.” You and Harry spoke at the same time. You looked him dead in the eye as he continued, “How am I supposed to be 1000 percent certain you’re telling the full truth?” You said at the exact same time he did.

Now people were intrigued, “As I have your attention, I’d like you to know that I’m very sorry about the whole songs thing. It’s just sometimes I say things subconsciously and can’t register if I should know it already or not—plus the vodka I’d been drinking before didn’t help either.”

You continued, “I only know the songs because the melody had been stuck in my head recently and I guess maybe down the line your fans will figure out your blanks in the song. I only sang ‘tasted’ and ‘ride it’ because I can only predict that’s what they’re going to come up with soon. And apparently, they sing it for you since you don’t.”

Harry’s manager, whose badge read, AZOFF, clapped him on the shoulder with a grin hanging off his face, “Man Styles, your fans are really something.”

That seemed to release the tension in the room. Mr. Azoff told everyone the crisis was averted and people scattered from the room except the band. “I’ll catch you tomorrow Harry, good show tonight.” His manager said as he left the room.

Once the door shut, a dark-haired woman came bounding over to you, “Hey Sarah.” You smiled at her and she seemed to be in awe, “You’re like a superhero!” You scrunched your nose at her declaration, “I don’t think of it that way, more like lucky guesses.” “Lucky guesses! Psh! You knew the George Michael bit of Anna, and we just put that in. You are magical.” Mitch exclaimed for his seat on the couch.

“So now what?” Maggie asked, sitting on the edge of the couch. You looked back to the British rockstar, he smiled and dramatically put his hand out to you.

Hesitantly, you slid your hand into his. “Ms.—” “Y/N” “—Ms. Y/N, will you do me the gracious honor of accepting my apology for believing something so terrible of you.”

A couple snickers were heard from the band, and Maggie as well. You rolled your eyes at his tactics, for a super celebrity, he’s still a huge dork. “Of course I will, I totally understand what a disaster it would be to have something leaked.”

Click!

You both turned your heads to the door, where a woman with a camera stood taking a picture of your hands together. “Hey, are you the psychic people are chatting about?”

You let go of Harry’s hand as she snapped another picture, “Yes I am, my name is Y/N.”

The photographer came inside the door and slung the camera strap over her shoulder. “Lovely to meet you, but Harry and co, its time for the post-concert shot and I want to do it on the stage before they shut down the lights.”

Harry’s head perked up at her request and the band members got up to leave. He slipped his rings back on quickly as well before exiting.

Maggie got up from the couch and everyone headed out back to the stage. You both wandered behind them, not really know if you could leave or not. “What are we supposed to do now?” She whispered.

You shrugged your shoulders as you walked to the side of the stage and watched the talented musicians link up to take a farewell photo. It made you smile, they each seemed truly happy in each other’s company.

As everyone left the stage to finally retire to their respective rooms for the night, Harry walked over to you, with a bit of strut in his step?

“Did you wan’ a photo or somthin’?” He asked with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes at the narcissism, “I’ve already got a picture of you to post on my phone, thanks though.”

Now it was your turn to wear a cheeky smile, the man seemed taken back by your denial and Mags, on the other hand, was beyond herself with disbelief.

“Well, if you’re not gonna take a picture with him, I sure as hell am!” Shoving her phone into your hand, she pulled the much taller man in for a hug and smiled at the camera.

Click!

You smiled at the picture and gave the two a thumbs up. You glanced at the time and your eyes went wide. “Oh god, Mags we gotta go! It’s almost 12am.” You put your hand out to shake his, “It was great to meet you but we have to leave, got a train to catch early in the morning.”

“Where are you girls headed off to?”

Maggie gave a little dance, “Paris baby! I’m so fucking excited to see the Eiffel tower again!” Both of you chuckled at her response. He turned to look back at you, “What a coincidence, I’ll be performing there the night after tomorrow. Are you sure you’re not following me?”

“Sorry to burst your bubble superstar, but that’s not the case. This is our spring break trip and miraculously Maggie’s father got last minute tickets from a colleague that couldn’t use them. That’s why we’re here right now.”

“It was lovely seeing you perform, you really know how to use a stage.” You continued. “Yeah! You really did look like sex during Caroli—”

Shit, maybe Maggie isn’t as sober as I hoped, you thought as you immediately put your hand over her mouth.

“Ha ha, um, so ya on that note, we’re gonna go. Bye Harry.” He chuckled as you pulled Maggie away who now realized what she had spilled out.

“Bye Y/N.”

Ding!

It was already 1am and Harry had just settled into bed for the night, he grabbed his phone that had lit up from the notification.

1 New Email : Hélène Pambrun

Harry opened the email Hélène sent him.

Hey, I edited this picture and thought you might like it, maybe something to post. Only if you want to though.

Night.

Attached-JPEG.

Harry click the attachment and smiled.

Then posted it.

“Okay, the timer is a go!”

Maggie ran back over to where you were next to the ledge of the bridge, her ponytail bouncing with each step.

Paris was beautiful at night, and even more so, the Eiffel Tower that was lit up in front of you. You both faced the iconic monument and waited a second for the timer to take the photo.

Click!

Mags went over to grab your phone, “It’s perfect, we are such fashion icons. Even Anna Wintour would be proud.”

You looped your arm with Maggie’s and you headed off to site see some more. You posted the picture while you window-shopped, stopping a couple times to look at certain items before venturing on.

“What’s on the agenda for tomorrow Mags?” You asked as you both entered the hotel lobby, finished with your escapades.

“Well, we should see if the Louvre will even be a possibility—“ “It won’t be.” “—oh, too many tourists tomorrow?” She questioned.

“No, a child will throw up on the entry door and close it down for a couple hours for cleaning.” You answered, swiping the key into your hotel door.

Maggie toed her shoes off and opened the bathroom door, “It’s great traveling with someone that knows if things could go to shit or not.” You cracked a smile and went to sit down on your bed opposite hers.

As you changed into pjs, your phone started blowing up with so many notifications that it was slowly moving off the nightstand.

“Woo’s cawling yoow at tis time?” Maggie asked with a mouth full of toothpaste.

“They’re not calls,” you answered, picking up your phone.

“It’s notifications on Instagram.”

“Huh?” Maggie came over and sat down to read over your shoulder.

Hundreds of comments rolled in on your phone, you checked Instagram and gasped.

“Maggie I have about 3000 new followers what’s going on?” The brunette leaped up to grab her phone and scroll through with you.

“Oh my god, Y/N, it looks like there are videos of you singing at the show going viral!” “What! Why did I not see this beforehand?!”

“I don’t know but these speculators are growing in size, should we contact the Harry Style’s headquarters account? People are already coming up with crazy theories and I’ve only been to one fan account.”

You watched with wide eyes as more people filled your Instagram posts with comments and questions, “Do I go on private?!”

“No!” Maggie nearly shouted, “You can’t do anything that would raise suspicions even more, people already have screenshots of your posts it wouldn’t matter anyway.” Email coming through!

Huh?

Ding! Ding!

1 New Email: Jeffery Azoff

“Mags, I just got an email from Harry’s manager.”

You said with a shaky voice, “What are you waiting around for, open it!”

You clicked the message.

Dear Ms. L/N

Due to a social media outbreak, I would like to meet with you tomorrow before the concert to discuss how to further proceed in light of recent events. Please come by at 1pm, attached is the pass to show security and address of the arena.

Jeffery Azoff

“He wants me to come by before the Paris show! To talk about what’s happening.” She nodded approvingly, “See, the professionals will handle it. Y/N don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

There you were, 1pm sharp with Maggie by your side as you showed the electronic pass to the guard at the door of the center.

You had to squeeze through the line of already awaiting fans which made you feel really guilty as you felt their envious stares on the back of your head as the guard like you in.

You opted to wear something that was not your Ramones t-shirt and funny enough, you seemed to see an increase in that particular band attire as you made your way through the crowd.

You had on your trusty high waisted blue jeans and a thin black semi turtle neck with shiny black booties for height. Maggie dressed down as well, going with a long sleeve red dress and brown thigh highs.

Once you both wove your way through the maze that was the backstage, you arrived at B34, the room Mr. Azoff asked you to meet him.

Here goes nothing.

You opened the door and were greeted with Jeff, a few other crew members and—

“ ‘ello Y/N, a pleasure to see yeh again.”

Harry Styles sat in a chair at the table in sweats and a pink sweatshirt that said ‘fuck I’m cute’ in cursive.

“Come please seat down, we don’t have that much time and I would like to patch things up quickly before the show so that Harry here doesn’t get bombard with shouts about our lovely Ramones Girl.” His manager said.

Well, that made you blush a dark shade of red, you sat down and Maggie sat next to you on the right, giving your hand a quick squeeze before pulling away.

Mr. Azoff rested his head on his arm that was propped up on the table, “So not to beat around the bush, the stats for this ‘new story’ are growing and quickly, E!News has already tweeted out the #ramonesgirl this morning and Teen Vogue liked a post on one of harry’s more dedicated fan pages stylesinlove that has pretty clear video and audio of seeing you and your singing.”

He pushed the computer toward you, “These are a couple of postings you could put up on your feed if you’d like to clear up confusion or,” he paused for a moment and you leaned forward into his hesitation.

“Or what?” You simply asked, curious beyond belief.

“You could simply tour with Harry for a few more shows and make a comment or two for some fan pages that you’ve just been a fantastic friend of Harry’s for a while and already knew the songs since he had shared them with you beforehand.”

You turned to Harry would hadn’t spoken up the whole time, “And you’re okay with that? It’s kind of a big deal to say I’m one of the people you shared unreleased music with.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, can’t very well tell them you’re a psychic, can we? That would be hard to explain to the press.”

You leaned back into the chair with the realization that this seemed to be the only way unless you wanted to show the world your sorta abilities.

What about Maggie?

“What do you think?” You turned to your friend.

She put her arms behind her head and smiled, “hey, I’ve got to go back to uni two days but honestly Y/N you could just transfer the two classes you’re taking to online and have a blast with Mr. Worldwide over here.”

She gestured to Harry who was smiling into his hand, “I think it’s an opportunity you should not pass up. But you better call me every once in a while okay?!”

You took a deep breath and turned to Jeff.

“I’m in.”

ch. 3

telephone hour for this chapter

foresight masterlist

#harry styles fic #harry styles series #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader series #harry styles concert #harry styles tour #harry styles tour 2018 #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles medicine #harry styles anna

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yoon-kooks · 5 years

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Witch Hazel- Pt.4

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: none

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: my hope is that the idol industry can one day become a safer place for those who have dedicated their lives to making others happy ❤️

“Let me guess, you’re the type who needs to feel needed but also pushes people away?”

“How would you know that, Bunny Boy?”

“It’s my power.”

“You have powers too?” Snow blinks her pretty blue eyes. “Can you read minds?”

“I certainly can’t read minds,” Bunny Boy laughs. “But I am pretty good at reading hearts.”

“Oh yeah? What’s my heart feeling right now?”

“Well for starters, you seem to be annoyed by me prying too deep.”

“You are annoying.”

“And you also think I’m kinda cute.”

“I do not!”

You giggle into your phone screen for the hundredth time as you read through the latest Witch Hazel update. With the reveal of another character with secret powers, you wonder what Snow will make out of him. A friend? An ally? Or perhaps just someone who gets her.

Beneath the last comic panel of Snow rolling her eyes at the unofficially named Bunny Boy, you find cute little comments from the author.

“all i hope is for snow to take care of herself during this hiatus”

“even if it’s only a tiny amount, maybe witch hazel can help supplement as new snow content for now;;;;;;”

“ah i didnt mean to sound as if i were anywhere near snow’s level or anything;;;;;;”

“i just hope she knows she doesnt have to carry any burden all on her own”

“she has people on her side”

Your face doesn’t know whether to smile or shed tears, so you do a combination of both. It’s true, you’ve always felt alone. Always. No matter how many staff members it takes to produce an album or how many fans buy that album, you’ve never once felt that people could look beyond your idol music, your icy eyes, your mask.

But that’s exactly why you’re taking a break. You need to separate your worth from the music attached to your name. You need to prove to yourself that you’re more than what the critics and magazines say. And you’re only realizing it now that you can’t do it alone.

If only you had your own jk.seagull in your life. You’re sure the two of you would mesh well together.

“Where is that kid?” Taehyung pats the empty seat next to him before class starts. “He never skips class. I remember one time he literally rejected a date with a super cute girl because he ‘had to get to class’. Can you believe that?”

“Knowing Jungkook, I’d believe it,” you shrug. It does feel oddly empty without his presence, though.

“Oh really? You know all there is to know about the mysterious phenomenon that is Jeon Jungkook? It sounds like you guys got real acquainted on that date the other day.”

“It wasn’t a date, Taehyung. It was a meeting for a group project that you didn’t show up to.”

“Well it all evens out since Jungkook didn't show up today. Who knows, maybe you won’t show up tomorrow.”

“I’m sure he has a good reason for being absent. Unlike you.” You have to admit, it does worry you a little. Especially after the hints of doubt Jungkook expressed about his own beautiful art. You wish he knew how amazing of an artist he really is.

“What are you talking about? My reason was valid.”

“Having your cock sucked for five hours straight is not a valid reason, by the way.” You roll your eyes. “Let me guess, today you have a threesome scheduled after class and dinner date at 5?”

“Ouch, you don’t have to be so harsh, Y/N.” Taehyung pretends to be offended, but he doesn’t deny your comment either. “You’re really his type, you know.”

“I’m whose type?”

“Jungkook’s.”

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden?”

“I’ve said this before, but you’re a lot like Snow.”

“How?”

“In how you present yourself,” Taehyung says. “You and her both come across as cold and heartless, but somehow I don’t buy it.” He doesn’t buy what? That you’re just as much of a bitch on the inside too? Ha.

“Jungkook must have weird taste then,” you shrug. Because in your opinion, you’re not exactly an easy person to love.

“But-” Taehyung is cut off by the professor starting class. You don’t know what more he could’ve said to make you change your mind anyway.

“There won’t be any lecture for today’s class.” Your professor is busy typing away at her computer, perhaps trying to get caught up on paperwork and grading old assignments. “Instead, I want you all to take this time to work on your group projects. You may leave the classroom if you must, but remember to stay on task!”

With that, your classmates jam out of the room as if they were just freed from prison. You hear a couple of friends deciding which boba place to try out. Another group, the overachievers of the class, head somewhere outside to actually work on the project. Taehyung, too, looks as if there’s somewhere else he needs to be.

“So I-”

“Go ahead and get laid,” you sigh, shooing the boy away with your hand. “We’ll work next time when all three of us are here.”

“Thanks, Y/N! You get me,” Taehyung waves bye before dashing off.

You wave back as the hall clears out around you. It seems everyone else has found somewhere to go. Everyone except you.

But it’s fine. You’re fine.

Buzz! You jump at the sudden phone notification that seems to echo off the walls of the empty hall. Oh look, it’s a text from your only friend.

10:32AM jinnie❤️ “good morning ^O^// just checking in on you”

10:33AM jinnie❤️ “how are you holding up with everything?”

“I’m fine!” you mumble rather aggressively to yourself, sliding your ass down onto the filthy hallway floor before texting back. Your chunky guitar case sits in your lap like a baby so it doesn’t get dirty.

10:34AM Y/N “i miss seeing you at work everyday :((((”

10:34AM Y/N “lololololol jk”

10:35AM Y/N “fuck work, am i right”

10:36AM jinnie❤️ “Y/N”

10:37AM Y/N “😒”

10:37AM Y/N “im fine”

10:38AM jinnie❤️ “thats exactly what people say when theyre not fine”

But you are fine. You’re completely fine with sitting all alone in an empty hallway, texting your only friend who also happens to be your manager.

10:39AM jinnie❤️ “what are you doing now?”

You pick up your guitar and start walking away. Obviously, you can’t tell him what you were actually doing because it would worry him too much. But you can’t lie to him either.

10:41AM Y/N “if you really must know”

You wait until you arrive at your new location before answering Seokjin’s million-dollar question. You’ve found your place.

10:45AM Y/N “im practicing in the music room before my theory class starts”

He sends you the Surprised Pikachu meme but also a few supportive comments.

10:46AM jinnie❤️ “good luck!”

10:46AM jinnie❤️ “and if you ever need something, please reach out to me!”

10:47AM jinnie❤️ “ill be checking in on you every now and then, but please enjoy your time off~”

10:48AM Y/N “thank you seokjin”

With your manager off your back, you settle into the empty music classroom and pull your trusty guitar out of its case. The flat and out of tune strings remind you of how long it’s been since the last time you touched the guitar. Because despite carrying it around wherever you go, it’s all for show.

In all honesty, you’re too afraid to let others hear, and yet, part of you wants them to know. You want them to know you’re an artist in your own right—without the judgment. But that’s asking for too much from this cruel world. Especially when you know you aren’t there yet.

One by one, you turn the pegs on your guitar, fine tuning each string by ear. That’s always been your secret talent, and maybe that’s how you’ve never been off-key since the moment you said your first words. If there was one thing you had going for you as an idol, it was that.

Once all the strings are tuned, you just sit there, staring at your fingers curved naturally in the C chord position. The muscle memory is still very much ingrained in you, but so are the scars. The last time you actually held your guitar, you were told you weren’t good enough. So you ended up settling for something else.

Today, however, you want to change that. You shouldn’t let several people’s opinions determine what you can or can’t amount to just because they were the professionals of the industry who supposedly “knew” what they were doing. They didn’t know you then, and they certainly don’t know you now. They don’t even know your real name.

But that’s okay. Having a secret identity makes you feel as though you can someday become a true superhero, someone who makes the world a better place from behind the scenes. In that sense, you want to be someone like your current favorite person on the internet, jk.seagull. You don’t know him, nor do you know his real name.

All you know is that his craft makes you happy.

With the funny fanfic boy in mind, you glance up to make sure the coast is clear before taking your first strum. Despite the dullness of your old worn-out strings, what your ears hear is crisp and bright.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed since you began singing along to a melody only you know, but you’re suddenly pulled back into reality with a single mention of her from outside the classroom.

“What do you think about the Snow news?”

“It’s honestly sad.”

“With how little she contributes to her music, I really don’t think she deserves a break.”

“She should just keep going. How hard is it to sing a few songs? I hope she knows she’s letting a lot of people down just so she could relax.”

“Or better yet, she should just retire early.”

You set down your guitar on the piano bench. You’ve heard quite enough and you’re ready to slam the door on the noisy group passing by. But by the time you peek your head out from the crack, the group is already at the other end of the hall. You do, however, find a surprise sitting right outside the music room.

The boy who was supposedly too sick to come to class is too busy sketching away to notice you staring at him.

“How long have you been sitting out here?”

The tiny hairs on the back of the boy’s neck stand up as his drawing hand freezes at the sound of your voice. He turns around, looking up at you as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

“Since I started sketching.” Jungkook shows you a simple yet pretty drawing of a flowery spring field. By his art standards, it couldn’t have taken him long to draw that one page.

But it isn’t until you start flipping through the rest of the pages in the sketchbook that you realize he’d been sitting there for quite a while. Each page is similar to the last with only slight differences in between. When you fly through the pages like a flipbook, you see the whole picture.

From the first sketch of spring flowers, snow slowly covers the field until only a single flower remains in a winter wonderland. If you go in reverse, you can watch as the snow melts away until that one flower disappears amongst its brethren.

“What kind of flower is that?” You point to the one that somehow managed to blossom through the thickness of the snow. Maybe if it were colored in, you’d have a better idea.

“A strong one?” Jungkook shrugs as if he’s not the artist who knows the the answer. You hate yourself for cackling along at his lousy joke. He closes his sketchbook as a way to change the subject. “Why aren’t you in class?”

“Funny you should ask. The professor dismissed our class to work on the group projects. And then Tae ditched to go do his usual skirt-chasing shenanigans because somebody in our group didn’t show up.”

“Sorry,” the boy bites his lower lip with a hint of regret. “I didn’t really feel well enough to sit in class today.”

“Then why didn’t you just stay at home?”

“I still had this project to turn in and finish for my other class.” He raises his sketchbook. “And besides, music is the best medicine.”

You feel your cheeks burning up. The last person you expected to catch you messing around with your guitar in the music department was the art student who was supposed to be out sick. “How much did you hear…?”

“All I heard was one song…” He assures you for a slight second before going in for the kill, “…that you kept replaying over and over and over-”

“I get it. You heard a lot,” you hiss. “You better not tell anyone! Not even Tae.”

“I won’t,” he promises, chuckling at your distress. It seems the kid’s gotten comfortable enough around you to start clowning you. “It’s a nice song, by the way.”

“Really?” You want to believe him, but you have a hard time doing so. When all you’ve heard was brutal criticism for the past few years, it’s difficult to accept any compliment without feeling like there’s ill intent behind it. It feels wrong to feel good about yourself.

Besides, maybe he’s just complimenting you out of obligation. Like he’s trying to be nice, even if he doesn’t actually feel that way about your song.

“I’ll burden the pain so you don’t have to,” he says.

“What?”

“That’s a line from the lyrics, right?”

You nod.

“It’s a very Y/N thing to say.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jungkook shrugs and swirls his Sailor Venus keychain around his index finger. “Just take it as a compliment, Y/N.”

If not for his soft teasing smile, your mind would still be filled with doubt. Instead, you accept the compliment and gain a tiny bit of confidence back.

“Come in for a second,” you start walking back inside the music room. “And close the door behind you.”

Jungkook does as he’s told, his eyes glued to your guitar as you pick it up off the piano bench. There, you do something you’ve never practiced but had always hoped to perform as Snow—your own acoustic version of one of your songs.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve never practiced or touched your guitar in years. You know the key, the chords, the strum pattern. And you know how to make it your own. Not Snow’s or anyone else’s.

When you’re done with your mini acoustic performance, the boy can’t help but chuckle. He’s about to clown you again. You can feel it.

“What??”

“It’s nothing.”

“Jungkook.”

“It’s seems like you don’t hate Snow as much as you lead on.”

“I was only trying to show how I would’ve done the song if I were her.”

“Ah, so you criticize Snow so much because you think you can do better?”

“Not necessarily better… just differently.” You hope that answer is enough to satisfy the boy. But it’s not. He only nods with an awfully suspicious smirk. “What now??”

“It’s cool that you want to be a songwriter.”

“I never said that I did,” you say with a slight pout and hmph. You’ve never once mentioned your true dreams to anyone besides maybe some random kid at camp when you were ten. You’d hate to announce your bold aspirations with the utmost confidence, only to flop and fail before achieving anything. You’d rather keep it a secret until you perhaps “pop-off” as the kids say.

“Sure.” He doesn’t believe you.

“Are you always this sassy when you’re sick?”

His long locks flow as he shakes his head. “I’m feeling better now, actually. Thanks to your medicine.”

Maybe the kid was faking his sickness all along. Then again, Taehyung did say Jungkook wasn’t the type to skip class under most circumstances. Perhaps there was something else that was bothering him.

“Wait, you weren’t upset about Snow’s hiatus, right?” You remember the gossip from the noisy group that had passed by earlier. The beating you took from their words still stings.

“To be honest, I was worried about her at first with everything that went on,” Jungkook says. “But I think she probably just needed some time away from all that.”

“Probably,” is all you say, doing your best to downplay the amount of relief his words gave you. He isn’t upset or let down; he just wishes the best for your well-being. And as an idol, that’s all you’ve ever asked for. “You know, you’re the nicest Snow fan I’ve ever met.”

“You know a lot of other Snow fans?” Jungkook tilts his head at your odd statement. Oh right. You’ve only really met other fans as Snow, not as Y/N. Now you sound suspicious.

“Oh yeah, for sure. My friend, Seokjin, reads Snow smut all the time,” you force out a laugh while making a mental apology to your manager. Then you decide it’s best to change the subject before you blow your cover. “Speaking of fanfiction, I need your opinion on Witch Hazel!”

“What about it?”

“The new bunny character.” You whip out your phone for direct reference of the comic. “He’s funny, right?”

“He’s good at teasing Snow,” Jungkook looks at your phone screen of the bunny saying that Snow thinks he’s cute. “I wonder if he’ll make her fall for him.”

“I want him to.” Your eyes light up without knowing. To have Snow fall in love is wishful thinking, but a large part of you craves romance deep down—even if it’s only for the fictional version of yourself. “But at the same time, he’s not Snow’s type.”

“What’s Snow’s type?”

“Huh?” You somehow managed to fuck up again, so you shrink yourself and hope to disappear. “I don’t know… Why would I know what Snow’s type is…? It’s probably not a playboy like the bunny, but I wouldn’t know that…!”

“So you think she’d like someone more… considerate?”

You nod. “Probably just someone who takes the time to get to know her.”

“I guess we’ll see in the upcoming chapters.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” You can’t quite hold back a smile. After all, your day always feels a lot better when it involves your favorite little comic.

Jungkook must’ve noticed your face because he makes a comment. “I am curious, though, as to why you like Witch Hazel so much when you clearly don’t care for Snow herself.”

“For me, it has nothing to do with Snow.” To mask your smile, you make a cute duck face instead. “Reading it just… makes me happy.” As much as you’d hate to admit it, it’s been a long time since anything has given you good vibes the way that one comic does.

“That’s good,” the boy says, gathering his things to head to his next class. “It’s the same for me with Snow’s music… in case you were wondering.” And with that, he leaves you with something to think about.

If Snow’s music is Jungkook’s medicine, Witch Hazel is yours.

By the time you get home from school, you’re still smiling like an idiot after what Jungkook had said. Snow’s music makes him happy, and the mere thought of that makes you happy. It’s in (very rare) times like this that you remember why you chose to become an idol in the first place. It’s why you endure the pain.

With your mind clouded in an unfamiliar wave of emotion, you pull out your phone and tap on Jungkook’s contact information. After changing his contact name to something cuter, you start composing a casual message just to say hi.

Jungkook. What if I told you a secret?

Delete. You’ve never deleted a message so quick. You don’t even know which secret you would’ve told the boy. That you’re his crush, Snow? Or that he’s yours? Not that you have a huge crush on him… You swear it’s just a tiny one!

Regardless, you shouldn’t be sharing any of your deepest secrets with him—at least not for now. It’s not that you don’t trust him. It’s just that it’s a tricky situation to be in.

Your eyes move from your guitar, to the stacks of handwritten sheet music beside it, to the album that won you your first award—where the pain all began. Even the most supportive fan could not imagine what you’ve given up to be the idol that you are, to be someone with a name.

The only thing you can do now is take it all back. And only then will you let Jungkook in. But until that time comes, you don’t belong to him or anyone else.

4:44PM Snow “Are you free to talk?”

4:46PM Jimin “Yeah”

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts angst #jungkook fanfic #btsboulangerie #bts fluff #bts imagines #jungkook x reader #bts college au #bts idol au #jungkook #bts #bangtan #witch hazel

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isaloveskz · 5 years

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stray kids imagines! calling a uber! ➢ bang chan

➵ pairings: chan x reader

➵ word count: 1411

➵ summary: ideas come from unlikely places and in different shapes and forms, but no one knew it would be from an uber driver

You have just finished your part-time job at a music store

If you haven’t already know, you are basically a music teacher who taught piano to smol kidzz (*cough* *cough* including changbeannie)

You actually forgot that your car was being serviced so you can’t really go back home

So, you proceed to call a UBER!

Since you were a part-time music teacher, you create music in your spare time

You have a genius melody and tune in mind but you just don’t know where you should place in your music piece

But your thoughts came to a stop as your uber came

You got into the passenger seat as the car stop right in front of you

“Welcome to CHAN’s uber!” was the first thing you heard when you settle down

I’m not gonna lie but you were pretty shooked af from that deep voice of the driver~~~

You turn your head to the left to see who that deep voice belongs to

BUT just before you head turn 90 degree to your right, your eye caught a smol rubber ducky on top of his dashboard

And you just can’t help but chuckled at it since you relate it to the kidzz you teach at the music center

“That’s cuteee” you pointed at the yellow ducky

Well, now you make Chan caught off guard and he blushed realllyyyyyyy fast

That was also when he took few glances at you AND he thought you were pretty cute too

“but you’re cuter ;)” he whispered but enough for you to hear some parts of it

You were probably already dying at this point bc of that COMEBACK

And not long after, both of you were already tomato red by then

It wasn’t even 5 minutes in the car, and you might already have a crush on him (good job Y/N)

While he was concentrating on driving, that was when you had a good chance to look at him

He has dirty blonde hair that fits well with his ethereal looks

He wore black from head to toe: black hoodie, black ripped jeans, black boots, etc

Honestly, he gave you bad boy vibes at first but right after you seen his rubber ducky, your thought just flipped

Chan has already caught you looking at him a few times now, and he loved it

Because let’s be honest, no one can break his seducing charm here

It has already been few minutes of you staring at him, yet it feels like time has stop when you looked at him

“Are my looks that captivating, miss?” Chan smirked

“Wait-t wh-hat?? U-uh n-no”

“Don’t lie,,, You’re not the only one that gave me that stare” He widen his smirked

From that moment on, it’s no point lying to him further so you just gave up

“Ok, fineee. It was, alright?” you whispered, which you hope he didn’t hear

But your luck was thin, so yes… he did hear it

He chuckled, while approaching the traffic light

The traffic light slowly turns from green to red (cue music: red light, green light swaggg), and that was when he got the chance to really take a look at you

He saw your cute ass face until his eyes landed on the music sheets that was on your lap

Scribbles of handwriting was everywhere plus tiny coffee stain which was stain in some corners of the sheets

Since he is actually a music producer and fetching people to their destination was a way for him to relax and listen to people problem (if they want him too)

He gains many ideas from listening to them which is why many people relate to him so well through his music as if he had put himself inside in other people’s shoes

Anywaysss, he was very intrigued by your scribbly handwriting and many scratch off musical notes

“I didn’t know u make music too,,” he stare at your direction

“Honestly, I didn’t know I could make music either. One day, I just had this tune in mind and that’s where I branch out but now I’m in a pothole :/”

AND that’s when you realized that he makes music too

“WAIT,,, you make music too??” he nodded as he try to focus on driving but we all know that Chan said you were cute and he can’t take his eye off you but he does not want to die so he ‘try’ to STAY focus

You thought to yourself that maybe,,, just maybe…

He might be the right person to ask for some ideas and thoughts about the song you’re stuck on

“hey, Chan right? Would you be a kind soul and help me with something?”

“If it’s about your song then I wouldn’t mind just for you ;)”

OKAYYY you might not have expected that and your cheeks might or might not have flushed a bright red but you quickly ignored it so that Chan didn’t caught whatever is happening to your hormones

“So,,, there’s this one tune that’s stuck in my head and I just can’t seem to put it on paper” you started explaining

“Alright then, sing it for me” he chuckled

“Are you serious?? My voice sucks and I hate them” and you continue to bash yourself that you just hated singing

And that’s when Chan got so pissed as you were doubting yourself so very much

“Okay, listen here Y/N,,, stop doubting yourself that your voice sucks. No one has listened to your voice yet so stop saying that. I won’t judge you, I promise. And if you feel embarrassed, just think I’m invisible and look out of the window if you like”

You haven’t really had much choice and you really needed his help so you thought of about what he had just said

Without much hesitant, you decided to fuck it and just sing a piece of it~~~

After what you thought was the most painful and cringing moment of your whole entire life, it was actually the opposite for others (aka Christopher Bang)

Obviously he has listen to many artists voices before,,, but your voice just stands out differently than the others

He didn’t guess that you would have a strong and loud voice behind that insecure doubtfulness on the outside

“Y/N, you were obviously lying when you said that your voice sucks,,, Please… stop doubting yourself from now on. Your voice was beautiful, alright? And you can’t tell me otherwise”

Honestly, you knew you weren’t that bad,,, you heard it from other people as well that your voice is in the perfect pitch but you always had low self-esteem from the start :/

After Chan has reached your place, he had already given you some ideas and good advices for your song,,, like he even sang with what you have on the music sheet bc he is just that good ugh

You were pretty sh00ked that he has such an angelic voice even though he is only a music producer

“Chan, you should really go for some singing audition when you have the chance,,, your voice is to cry for and don’t get me started on your beautifully shaped fa-“

He raised his eyebrow and chuckled for the billion times

“E-Er w-what I meant-t to say is tha-t, we-ll er-m,,, how-w should I put this??”

“Y/N, we should grab some coffee next time when I’m free. I’ll call you. Plus I wanna hear the full song before it releases,,, until then have a nice day and stop doubting yourself kay?” he smiled happily

You had so many things to process, like it was coming all at once and you just don’t know where to start

And all you utter was “Thank you for helping me” before he drove off to his next customer but you made sure you properly thanks him when you meet the next time

You thought to yourself that this is probably the most amazing day of your life minus the part where you had to sing and you suddenly got the motivation to finish completing your song before you forget everything Chan had said

AND let me just tell you that the next coffee meeting with Chan was wayyy more faster than you expected it to be and your song,,,

Well, the end product was a big hit,, It went viral pretty quickly and it is all thanks to a random UBER driver you met on that one faithful day~~~

♡♡♡ AUTHOR NOTE ♡♡♡

Heloo fellow people who has came all the way to the end of this post, Hopefully, my imagine wasn’t that boring for you to skip it ;-; I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did ❤️What do you guys wanna read next? Leave it in the comments below :)

Till next time, buh bye 👋🏻

- Isa ✨ -

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elejah-wonderland · 5 years

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Sweet Love/8

Fanfiction

Part 8

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

ft. Klaroline and Kennett

a/n: thanks so much for reading and liking this, and all of you have reblogged this story. It is so appreciated. 💕😘💕😘

tags @rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover @fafulous @elejahforever @goddessofthunder112 @captainshurley @butifulsoul125

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Breaking up a tiny bit to get some air, Elijah and N/Y looked at one another with a small smile appearing on their faces. Words were unnecessary.

"Y/N"- he said with a melodious whisper.

"Elijah"- Y/N now returned in the same manner.

Smiles spread from ear to ear again. After all these months of total anguish, putting his heart out on the sleeve in more ways than one, Elijah still could not believe that Y/N was in love with him, and now was in his arms.

He now pulled her again into a kiss as if to convince himself that it was really so, that she was not one more dream he was walking through.And Y/N responded with the same loving fervency.

They're lips matched perfectly- like they were meant to be. And if it wasn't for the incessive ringing of Elijah's phone, they would not soon be back from cloud nine.

'Sorry"- Elijah slipped taking his phone from his jeans-"Ahh, I got to take this. It's my agent. Sorry"

"It is fine. Answer. I’m not going anywhere”- Y/N said, breathing in, as she still needed a tad bit more air, calming now her heart that was still beating pretty loud.

Her own phone rang now and she answered it-

"Caroline- I am - can I call you back?"

“Why- what’s happening?”

“Nothing’s happening - ahm- actually - I’m with Elijah”- Y/N replied.

On the other line, Caroline was cheering silently, but now had to ask to get a confirmation anyway-

"Just tell me- one thing- are you two finally on- yes or no?"

"Yes."- Y/N said now looking at Elijah, who had just hung up and looked at Y/N with sparkling smile on his face.

"I got to go, Caroline."- Y/N said hanging up on her friend.

Elijah now came up to Y/N again taking her hands in his and said-

"I am really sorry, but I got go- Honda wants me back and Jackson has set up a meeting. Now- I can’t believe the timing”

"That is great news. I am glad that you are back racing. You have to go. This is the break you were waiting for, right?"

"Yes, and I have you to thank you for that."- Elijah said.

"Me? How is that?"

"Driving you to endless meetings, and you on the phone making deals. Being tough with those business sharks. You would tell them straight how it is. And on the toughest of days, you didn't fold."- Elijah said.

"Oh, Elijah, how did I not fold? You saw me? I was a wreck. And - you pulled me out of it."- Y/N now remembered the night she had completely lost it.

"And you didn't let you get beat or consumed by it. You rose up, like from the ashes and you took control."- Elijah said-"Remember the night when those guys grabbed you and they were to take the bag and the car keys of you. You fought back."

"But I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come along. I would lie if I said that I was not scared like hell."

"You may have been scared, and at the Cove, you may have been emotionally down, but you stood up and you did something to change."- Elijah said-"and it showed me that, no matter how beaten you can get by circumstance, life, bad decisions, or whatever - you should get up. You should not let the fear, sadness, grief, loss, unrequited love stop you from dealing with things."

"Unrequited love"- Y/N now said with a cheeky smile -

"Yes"- Elijah said-"it's something Davina twitted."

"Did she?"

"Yes."- Elijah now neared Y/N taking hold of her hands.

"There is no more unrequited love"- Y/N said-"at least not from me- regarding you."

And before Elijah could say anything more she now pulled him to her and kissed him. They hated to break up from it, but Y/N now pulled away from him, and they left the loft, agreeing to meet later on in the Mystique bar.

🎉

It was all sweetness and happiness, and they now showed it to everyone. As Davina found out that they got together it went viral.

That same evening, they agreed to meet with everyone at the Mystique and as they walked in the bar together, hand in hand, made their friends cheer. "

"They are not really subtle people."- Elijah explained to Y/N. She now smiled and then said-

"They are cute."

"You can say that."- Elijah said.

"Thank you for releasing him off his heartache."- Klaus said to Y/N jokingly- "I don't know if I could have go on one more day having him in the brooding mode."

🎉As for Klaroline- they were at the beginning of the story as it seemed.

"What can I do to make it better?"- Klaus said as Caroline find herself standing next to him.

"There is nothing that you did to have to make it better."- Caroline said.

"Ok. Then, may I buy you a drink?"- Klaus asked Caroline.

"You may."- Caroline said.

A little cat-like grin now curled up at his face.

"So, what are you waiting for. I am thirsty."- Caroline said.

"Right."- it was hint enough to the mechanic that things were looking up for him as well.

After a couple of more drinks and a game of pool, Elijah said bye to their friends. And just before they were to leave, Sophie came up to Elijah and said that she and Davina were going to a party at her friend's house, hinting that he and Y/N had the place all to himself.

"Oh, I - don't think that I will need it."- Elijah said-"She had a busy day at the office and I have to get up early to go down to the track."

"Right"- Sophie said-"still we will not be back till dawn. That's for sure."

"All right. Have fun."- Elijah said.

Y/N had just said bye to Caroline as Elijah got to her, now asking her if she was ready to leave.

"Ready, yes."- she now turned to him and taking him by the hand they got out of the bar.

"This was so - good."- Y/N said-"Can't remember when I last felt. so free and- completely relaxed."

"I am happy to hear that"- Elijah said and now looked at her with adoring eyes.

"What?"- Y/N said with a little smile.

"You are so beautiful."- he smiled blushing a bit as if he was a shy school boy-"I know it is - so cliche- but you - just killed me - from the first night- I was gone."

"Shall I tell you something"- Y/N now neared him, running her hand on the side of his hair-"I was gone, too. Why do you think I offered you the job?"

"Oh, right. So, it wasn't for my excellent driving skills."

"Driving no- more the way you - handled those guys and - you had something trustworthy in your eyes."

"Oh, so it was my eyes."- Elijah joked a little.

"I think, but maybe it actually it was the driving. Or maybe, it was all you."

"All me?"

"Yes. I think it was all you."- Y/N now looked deep into his eyes-" there was definitely something about you- and I - wanted to see you again- I - was so glad that you came by the office and accepted the job."

"So- all this time- you - were- "

"I was. I just didn't - you see- I was so cowardly keeping you near me- and ignored all my feelings- the day on the beach- it was one of the best days I had - in a very long time. And- I just shut it all away. "

"No more shutting away."- Elijah said.

"No more."- Y/N said and they both now shared a sweet loving kiss.

"Get a room."- Kol said as he now got out of the bar with Davina and Sophie. But there he now bumped into Bonnie, who gulping asked him if they could talk.

Both, Sophie and Davina now nodded at him, nudging him to go and talk to Bonnie.

“Ahm- yeah- “- Kol said to Bonnie now.

“Thanks”- Bonnie uttered nervously and asked him if they could go for a walk.

As they Kol could not wait to hear what she had to tell him. His heart was too anxious and he now stopped her, taking her gently by the arm.

“I - ok, Davina told me that she saw you slap Kai and threw the ring at him - and - I am probably going to mess this up-”

Bonnie now cut him in the middle of the sentence, pressing her lips onto his. Kol, now pulled her to him into a deep long kiss. The way she now responded to his kiss was all he had been dreaming of all these years.

Breaking up to gain some breath, she whispered against his mouth-

“I’ve always wanted you”

“Me too - huh - sorry for - messing things up- “- Kol said.

“Me too -”- Bonnie said, beaming her warm chocolate eyes at the writer.

“It was all me-”- Kol now said, gently brushing his hand over her cheek-”I wish I could go back in time and -”

Bonnie now put the finger on his lips and said -”Well, we can’t but - how about now we go somewhere more present and - make up for all that lost time?”

Kol now smiled and nodded saying- “I just know a place”

“Good. So, what are you waiting for”- Bonnie said looking at the man with stars in her eyes.

Kol now took her by the hand and they literally ran down the road, to where his apartment was.

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Not far from the bar, , Elijah now turned to Y/N and said-

"Drive you home?"

"No. I don't feel like going home. At least not my home-" - Y/N replied.

"You don't?"

"No. I - inadvertently heard Davina and Sophie talking about some kind of strawberry cake in the fridge with a chocolate topping."

"Ah, you want something sweet?"

"I do." - Y/N said-"I am so in need of something sweet."

“Right. Something sweet you will get. ”- Elijah said chuckling.

“Yes”- Y/N smiled back at him.

“All right then”- Elijah now took Y/N and they hopped in his car.

Some fifteen minutes later, the waltzed in the loft, lost in kisses already in the elevator. Stopping for a second Y/N now gulped a little and now leaning in a little closer, looking at Elijah with sweet loving eyes said-

“Make love to me” -

Wetting his lips a little now. Elijah’s heart drummed like the wildest fire, and taking Y/R by the hand, he walked her to his room.

And in his room now, with a pounding heart, Y/N pushed Elijah's jacket from his shoulders. Lips entwined with kisses as hands worked to get his T-shirt, his jeans, her dress off, her bra, her panties, his boxer shorts. Soon all was gone. She felt his skin, warmth and rippling muscle under her hands, looking at him with eyes clouded with burning want for him. His hand now dropping on her waist pulled her closer to him, drawing her lips to his, tugging and nipping them teasingly as his hands brushed up her back, sending sweet shivers up and down her spine.

Now moving close enough for her to feel his body, her hands slid up his chest, beaming her eyes at him, her breathing becoming deeper, her posture altering yet staying close. Gently he now pushed them both on the bed. Starting at side of her leg he let his hands glide gently, slowly moving them up to her waist and then pausing for her reaction. Y/N breath stopped in her throat, locking her eyes on his, He now raised her hand to her hair, tucking the streak of her hair behind her ear. Y/N now moved to kiss him, Elijah not needing no more invitation. They kissed, savouring each moment, lost in a heady trance of passion taking over them.

Elijah's kisses were long and deep. His tongue carved every inch of her body like a chisel making Y/N gasp, letting sweet throat moans out. Everything he was doing, everything she was feeling. It was all so good.

Slowly they became entwined, hearts fusing into one. Bodies moved to the rhythmic sounds of the murmurs of sweet whispers of love shimmering throughout, with moans becoming louder, thrusts deeper, losing themselves in sweet heat without control, their bodies exploded leaving them limp while they lay still for a moment, with arms and legs tangled up, now listening to the satisfied sounds of the beating of their hearts.

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next is Epilogue!

#Elijah Mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #tvd fanfiction #Fanfiction

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carpemermaidtales · 6 years

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Last Pairing Tag Game

@potteresque-ire tagged me for this one!

RULES: You must answer the questions below about the last ship that you read/wrote about, regardless of whether or not you like this ship, then tag anyone you want.

Last thing I wrote was Victuuri for a wip I’m working on, so here we go!

1. What domestic thing are they most guilty of?

They’re hardcore morning cuddlers, often completed by Makka worming his way between them from the bottom of the bed so that they’re one big happy dog pile. Victor likes to kiss Yuuri awake with the softest of kisses that he leaves like a loving treasure map on Yuuri’s skin until his nose scrunches up and his eyes blink open blearily (because Yuuri is Not A Morning Person, but it’s ok because Yuuri gets his revenge every night when they go to sleep because Victor is Not A Night Owl), giving Victor a baleful look that only lasts a moment before Yuuri’s annoyance at being awake at whatever fuck-you hour Victor has woken him up at is soothed by the fact that Victor is there in his arms and he’s in love with him.

2. Who is enabler in the relationship? (eg: “I shouldn’t eat the cake.” “Eat the damn cake. You know you wanna.” “Damn, you’re right.”)

Victor is absolutely the enabler. For as much as he can go into Coach Mode, Yuuri knows he’s still not a perfect coach, and will always try to get Yuuri to have a drink or eat something he restricts himself from before competitions because Victor is more about experiencing life and having a good time, and he wants to do those things with Yuuri.

3. What is their song?

This one’s easy since the show provides it, Stammi Vicino is their first song, the one that brings them (back) together. More importantly, I think that they both like to hum the melody when they pull each other into a slow dance, swaying around the room with their cheeks pressed together. Whenever one of them is away, they’ll substitute Makka in as their dance partner.

4. In a battle, would they fight back-to-back, or sporadically, watching out for each other?

Back to back, if only because neither of them would be capable of leaving each other’s side in a situation like that.

5. In death fics, which person is the one that usually dies/you choose to kill off?

NOPE. BYE. MCD AND VICTUURI DON’T EXIST IN THE SAME SENTENCE. BYYEEEEEE.

6. What would a reverse verse look like?

Reverse ‘verse isn’t my favorite, but I imagine this a couple of different and maybe a bit more unconventional ways since it strays from the nature of the reverse trope - the first is that they retain their ages and Victor is a skater who is losing all of his motivation and drive but is inspired by Yuuri, a skater who has made a splash since his first time on the ice and never fails to dazzle and surprise the audience (and who is secretly Victor’s inspiration), but Yuuri is still shy and reserved and always seems out of Victor’s reach so they’ve never talked. After a magical night together at the banquet, Victor is sort of crushed when he doesn’t hear from Yuuri again, thinking that they’d made a connection, when in fact Yuuri just doesn’t remember that he agreed to be Victor’s coach. When a youtube video goes viral of Yuuri skating Victor’s Stammi Vicino skate from the GPF (and skating it with more passion and emotionality than Victor was ever able to infuse it with), Victor is on the next plane to Japan and shows up much as he did in canon assuming Yuuri means to coach him, that he does remember his agreement to help Victor reach his potential before he ages out of competitive skating. Yuuri in this verse would still be shy, reserved, and secretly think he’s not good enough no matter how hard he works to please the audience, but he regains his spark of inspiration and love for the sport when Victor blows into his life. The second way would sort of be the typical one, Victor as the younger skater and Yuuri as the older one, but Victor is the one making the GPF for the first time and making a big splash while Yuuri fails at the GPF and requests Victor to come be his student at the banquet because he needs something to bring back the reason he fell in love with figure skating and he sees it in Victor’s skating.

7. If you had to put them into any other fandom of yours, which would it be and how would it work out for them?

My gut instinct is to say stick them in HP but even with that I’m not sure it feels like the right fit for them. I feel like their story could translate pretty well to the BNHA verse, though, where Yuuri and Izuku share feelings of inadequacy that they struggle to overcome and Victor and All Might share the pressure of the public perception of them vs how they really are out of the spotlight while training someone else to help them be their best.

8. Are they the “touchy-feely” couple or the “witty, sometimes insulting banter” couple?

Definitely touchy-feely, Victor is basically all over Yuuri all the time, but Yuuri also has his moments where he likes to remind the world that Victor’s love is Yuuri’s to hold onto.

9. Would they want marriage? Kids? Or are they more comfortable without those things?

I think Yuuri would be happy if they were just together, as long as he’s with Victor he’ll be content, but Victor is a giant romantic who wants it all -- marriage, (dog) children, matching mugs, but we know it’s Yuuri who proposes to Victor and surprises him. Victor can’t even wait for the five golds that Yuuri promised him. When Yuuri wins all. the. gold. at FCC, All Japan, and Worlds, Victor flies them back to Hasetsu to get married on the beach with their family and friends looking on. Half of the Men’s figure skating roster is there. Yuri Plisetsky fights Phichit over which of them cheered louder when Victor pulled Yuuri into a big kiss, dipping him backwards and Yakov can be seen accepting a handkerchief from Celestino when he gets gruff and quiet, eyes shiny with emotion while Victor beams out at the small crowd, hand clutching Yuuri’s.

10. What are most of their dates like?

Very sweet affairs, but also usually pretty simple. They go for runs together, walk the dogs on the beach, take a couple of hours to spend in the onsen when it’s empty, watch movies curled up together under the same blanket. What’s more important to them is spending time together.

11. Do they have a secret language? Inside jokes?

The only secret language they have is the silent communication through their eyes and eyebrows, where Victor tries to get what he wants with puppy eyes and Yuuri informs him when they need to make a hasty retreat to somewhere quiet or he’s going to feel Victor up in public, regardless of Victor’s inability to be quiet.

12. What do their morning routines look like? Are they harmonious? Do they fight each other for space? Do they help each other get ready?

Victor defines his space as anything that involves him being attached to Yuuri like an octopus, so it’s not so much that they fight each other for space as Yuuri happily gives in to Victor’s clinging, even years into their marriage, because he likes the way Victor’s stubble feels scraping against his neck when Victor nuzzles there from behind. Victor is usually the first to wake up and will slip out of bed to make Yuuri a pot of tea before slipping back into bed with his offering. He kisses Yuuri awake and they spend some time cuddling until Yuuri stops grumbling about being awake. (This is always sped along by Victor’s touches trailing lower until Yuuri is quite alert) After a shower together, they’ll circle each other and hand off things like belts, shirts, and track jackets depending on where their schedule is taking them for the day. Yuuri stands before Victor and smiles fondly at him when he does up the buttons on Victor’s shirt and Victor will zip Yuuri into his track jacket and pull him in by the collar for a kiss before they’re deemed ready for the day.

13. Assuming that some family members are alive (related or no), how did each family react to the couple?

All of Yuuri’s family and close friends grow to adore Victor and his special brand of loving Yuuri, especially Yuuri’s mother, who shares a special bond with Victor.

14. What is your favorite AU for them?

My extremely indulgent guilty pleasure are Canon Divergent AUs, especially Banquet AUs or post-GPF AUs where they either meet or get together earlier than in canon. For the few actual AUs I’ve read, I like politically-focused A/B/O stories and Medieval Arranged Marriage AUs.

15. Finally, what trope works better for the couple as they are in canon? (If they’ve never met, which one do you think would work best if they know each other?)

Pining, god allllll the pining, also pick and choose: slow burn, soulmates, fake dating/marriage (or accidental), mistaken identity, memory loss, injury/sick fic, miscommunication, language barriers, unreliable narrator (though this one is barely a trope since it’s straight up canon), Victor’s Impulsive Decisions I’m unsure of who has or hasn’t been tagged recently for this one since I’ve been away, but I’ll just leave it at whoever wants to do it, consider yourself tagged!

#tag game #victuuri #yoi #yuri on ice #not hp

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