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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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Trent with school smart, but emotionally/socially dumb, and a very sensitive gf and he gets frustrated with her and yells at her and she bursts out crying making him feel bad and both end up crying but with a fluff ending I love ur angsty works😩

Sensitivity - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Summary: After a harsh game where Trent wants nothing more but to hold you close and pure silence, you come to him ranting about your lesson and Trent gets frustrated and lashes out on you.

Now Playing . . . How To Disappear by Lana Del Rey

A/N: tell me why i forgot to put other players in my first introduction, anyways thank u for requesting and liking my works!!! this'll be the first time i'll post about trent so i hope u enjoy this! <33

put on some mother lana so i hope she'll bring out the angsty words from my dictionary and into this goofy oneshot 😈🤞🤞

Trent sighs to himself, his body ached of pain and his eyes drooped low. He was worn out and even though the game was done he felt his heart beating faster due to the adrenaline. He took off his shoes and all he could think about was you. Your warm body which he wanted to embrace, your soft hair which he wanted to run his fingers through, your eyes which he wanted to be lost in, your lips that curled into a smile and which he wanted to kiss senselessly, to forget everything.

He felt his chest close in, his mind thought of nothing but you. He was happy the game was over, he could drive home and run into your arms, melting into your body as you played with his dreads with a book in your hand.

Trent steps into his car, quickly turning it on, he wanted to be home as quick as possible. As he drives his mind started remembering the subtle moments he wanted to experience again tonight.

Trent had his head on your chest, eyes closed. His arms wrapped around your waist, almost protectively. With your right arm you played with his dreads, humming a tune from a song. And with your left hand was a book, reading silently. He remembers the way your chest rhythmically pumped up and down, he was lulled by your soft humming and eventually fell asleep.

He smiles at the sweet memory and continues driving.

Trent opens your front door, being met with silence. He was a bit upset that you weren't immediately there to greet him hello and maybe engulf him in a hug. He softly sighs, letting the things in his hand fall freely on the ground.

"Babe?" your boyfriend called out as he took off his shoes. No response.

His body ached by the second and gave up on the idea to search for you. He let his body freely fall into the couch, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as he hoped he'd drift to sleep and when he wakes up you'd be beside him, also sleeping.

Suddenly, fast footsteps descended a flight of stairs.

"Trent!" you exclaimed. Trent immediately felt his eyes open and even though his body felt numb he sat up, there you were-- the person he craved for. "Hi--" he said but he was cut off. "Ugh! Today was such a pain in the ass!" you groaned, folding your arms together. He felt his eyes droop lower and his patience ran thin.

He loved you with all his heart, his soul, his body but he hated the fact that even though you were academically smart you were dumb with emotions and reading them in general. You would cut him off when he was upset or happy but he was fine with it. No person was perfect and he knew that but it was annoying.

Trent leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as you rambled. Whatever you said was incoherent to him at this point. Trent closed his eyes, mind blank and ears seemingly closed.

"Trent?" you called out to your boyfriend. His eyes slowly opened, meeting with yours. "Are you done?" his tone sounded annoyed and bothered. "Are you okay?" you asked, a little worried at this point. "I just want silence for a while." he plainly explained, voice laced with bother. "A-- Are you sure? You seem--" you started fiddling with your fingers, you didn't know what was going on or what would happen after this. "Can you just leave me alone!?" Trent yelled. A shudder was sent through your spine, your ears rang from the volume of his voice. You were scared, emotional, and everything in between. "I--" your throat gave out all it could, all that was left. Your voice wobbled. A lump formed in the middle of your throat, your eyes stung of tears and you blinked rapidly to scare it away.

"What? What else do you want to say?" Trent stood up. You instinctively stumbled back, eyes glued on the ground. "What else!?" his voice was louder than it was before. You felt yourself flinch at his voice. The voice you once craved to hear, the voice that made you feel calm, loved-- scared you.

Trent feels a heavy sigh escape his lips which felt like more of a groan out of annoyance. Trent turned his back on you, collecting his patience back. Trent mumbled things under his breath. With his mumbling you heard: "Why are you like this?" You felt angry, sad, and somewhat betrayed. Your eyes stayed on the ground, you held your breath for several minutes, afraid that if you open your mouth a strained whimper would escape your lips.

Trent turns to look back at you, finally seeing your head hung low, hand fiddling with each other. Trent stayed silent, his mouth open, his throat preparing for something to say.

Then, he sees a tear fall into the ground. He felt his chest close up, his world stopped and his heart broke. Were those tears? Your tears? Did he make you feel the need to cry?

"Y/n?" his voice was low, shaky. His feet slowly approaching you but you back away. Were you scared of him? "Babe..?" his voice came out a desperate call, a whisper. Your teeth gritted against each other and a hic came from your mouth. With that, he felt another piece of his heart break away.

Even so, he kept nearing you and every time he neared, you backed away.

Eventually you hit a wall. Your back pressed on the wall as another hic escaped your lips. "I'm sorry.." Trent whispered, eyes blurred from the tears. He didn't dare blink. He wanted to look away from you, to stop this feeling-- this ache in his body to stop but he didn't want to. He couldn't break his gaze from you.

Trent feels his arm reaching out for you. Trent's hand eventually touches your shoulder and he feels you flinch for a moment, your entire body stiff from the sudden move. Slowly, you felt your body relax. Trent's lips quiver in fear, sadness before bringing your body to his.

He hugged you tightly, afraid that if he let go you'd vanish. Your arms stayed on your side, not wanting to hug him. His chin rested on your shoulder as he cried. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. I--" he croaked. You felt your body tense up once more. You blinked and more tears fell. You felt your hands dig into your palm. You didn't know what to do-- how to feel. A shaky sigh escapes your lips and slowly, instinctively your arms wrapped around him. "Please forgive me." he mumbled underneath his sobs.

You hugged Trent comfortingly, your touch told him that it wasn't his fault, your embrace felt warm, your arms told him that you've forgiven him, your fingers told him that whatever he'd do you'd never break away from him, no matter how hard he pushes.

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't-- I didn't--" he stammered.

"It's okay, Trent." you finally spoke, your voice came out soft and comforting. "You didn't mean to." you reassured.

Trent felt guilty, a part of him knows it was his fault but a part of him started believing it wasn't his fault.

He felt guilty, like he did an unforgivable crime and lied about it.

He broke your heart and he broke his own.

"I'm sorry." he repeated, desperate and shaky. "I know you're sorry, you didn't mean it, you didn't mean any of it." you cried. The way your voice broke, the was it cracked-- it hurt him. Your words were soft and calm but your voice was broken into pieces.

"I love you and you love me. That won't change anything, whatever you say won't affect that. You hear me?" your voice calm and steady. "There's no point in saying you're sorry because I know you are." you pulled away from him, looking at him directly. His eyes glimmered with tears, cheeks stained with it. He looked at you, your eyes were red and puffy and he felt like he couldn't forgive himself for doing this to you.

You inched closer to him, planting a kiss on his forehead, then to his cheeks. You cupped his cheeks with a wobbly smile on your face.

Even though he made you cry, you loved him regardless, even though he made you scared of him, you held him tightly, even though he screamed at you, you spoke to him tenderly and softly. Even though he'd never forgive himself, you forgave him in a heartbeat.

(SPECIAL TAG TO @habuonlylikesu she has sent 2 requests and shes such a slayer idk how to explain her bro.. ANYWAYS the reason why this is so long is cause of the description of the details 🙄🙄 i tell u guys mama lana del rey DOES something to ur writing. ANYWAYSYSYSYS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR TRENT AND IM LOWKEY PROUD. funfact i did this the evening i got the request and i just deadass didnt know how to execute it and like 2 days later i finish it in one sitting. OKAY SMASH THAT LIKE BUTTON AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE BANGERS LIKE THESE!!! 😱😱💕💕)

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bricksduhh · 1 year

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HIIII!! so, all of your mickey fics have been a blast to read lately, and i was wondering if i could send in a little request? the reader (gn, male, female, your choice!) knows that it’s allergy season, and mickey’s allergies are soon going to be kicking off. and when they get to class, the teacher is awfully harsh about how mickey appears to be distracting everyone. (even though the poor love just can’t help his allergies) so the reader snaps back and basically decides to tell the teacher off and insists mickey returns to his dorm, snidely reminding their teacher that they should have let him go the minute they noticed something was wrong. this leads to the reader instantly taking mickey to go rest, and they snuggle in bed together! AHHHHHHHHHH<33

ps: i love your work :)

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Mickey Altieri X male reader

This one might not be the best as it is currently 12am as i wrote it but I loved this requested and wanted to get it out as soon as i could because it's just so cute!! If it's not that good or seems rushed in anyway i apologise I was tired writing this BUT I must provide you all with as much Mickey x Male reader content as i can!! (Not fully proof read so apologies if there's any mistakes)

ENJOY!!

It was early spring,the start of April to be exact. You loved the spring. The atmosphere, the fresh breeze when walking to your class, the smell of the newly grown flowers, everything about it. Although, you knew Mickey hated it. The second March began, you would constantly hear Mickey complain about his allergies. His allergies were never that bad, usually just a few sniffles here and there, sometimes you would hear him clear his throat but that's it.

Although today was different. You didn't see Mickey in the morning. You had decided to get up early to go for a quick run and grab a coffee before your film studies class. You and Mickey both shared the film studies class together, it's why it's your favourite. You loved seeing how worked up Mickey could get when trying to back up his point.

You lost track of time as you were getting your coffee. "Shit" You thought to yourself as you looked at your watch. You were going to be late. You grabbed your drink and handed the cashier you money, telling them to keep the change as you ran out the store. You ran towards your class, praying that it hadn't started yet. Thankfully when you arrived everyone was only entering.

You took the last sip from your coffee before throwing it away and following the crowd that entered the room. You greeted your teacher as you headed towards your seat. You sat down in it, with Mickey beside you. You turned to him, about to start a conversation. You looked at him. His nose was red, and his eyes looked watery. "Have you been crying?" You asked him, leaning in.

Mickey turned to you. He looked awful. "No, it's just my allergies" His voice sounded off. You've never seen his allergies get this bad before.

"Do you want to get out of class? I'm sure Sir would understand" You asked him. You knew it would be better for everyone if he headed back to his dorm. His sniffling and coughing would disrupt the class. Before he could respond, you all turned to face the teacher as he began the class.

"Ok class so today we will be-" The teacher was cut off by a sneeze. You turned to see Mickey rubbing his nose with a tissue. "Bless you Mickey" He said, getting a muttered thanks from Mickey. He went to continue the class. "Now, today we will-" He was cut off again by another sneeze, by Mickey again. "Mickey, can you try to refrain from disrupting my class?" The teacher asked, clearly annoyed.

"Sorry sir." He said, wiping his nose again as he cleared his throat.

"Sir he can't help it" You butted in, annoyed at the teachers reaction.

"I'm sorry?" The teacher looked at you, he wasn't used to this attitude from you.

"He can't control his allergies sir, he can't just switch it on and off to your liking. I think it would be best if you let Mickey off class today." You looked over at Mickey. He looked terrible. "He's going to continue to disrupt the class anyways and he probably can't even pay attention."

The teacher stood there for a moment, not sure if he should let him go. "Fine," He said. "Go with him. Make sure he gets back ok and is well enough to attend the next class." The teacher motioned towards the door,his voice showed how annoyed he was with this decision.

"Ok" You said as you got up grabbing your bag. Mickey got up from his seat too as you reached down to take his bag as well.

"I can carry my bag" He said. You just looked at him with a smile as you began to walk out the classroom.

You two began to make your way to Mickey's dorm. Thankfully it wasn't a long walk. Mickey's sniffles definitely were a distraction, you couldn't say the teacher was wrong about that . "They have never been this bad" You said looking over at him.

"My allergies?" He asked, blowing his nose again. You nodded. "Ah I know. I don't know what's wrong with them today." He said laughing.

"Well, I think once we get to your dorm you go to sleep." You suggested, elbowing his side. He laughed.

"I'd like that," He said,sneezing again.

You both finally made it to his dorm. You placed both of your bags on the couches as Mickey headed straight for his room. You headed towards his bathroom, looking for something that could help Mickey. "Hey babe?" You shouted out. "You have anything in here for your allergies?" You asked, looking at the medication he had stored behind the bathroom mirror.

"Uh, I think there's a nasal spray at the top shelf in the bathroom" He called out in a stuffy voice. You looked up seeing the spray Mickey mentioned. You grabbed some tissues as well and headed towards the bedroom. You entered to see Mickey has already stripped down to just his underwear, clearly ready to go back to sleep.

"Ok sit here" You motioned towards his bed. He followed your instructions and sat down. You used the nasal spray on him, he was embarrassed by you helping him. You laughed it off, knowing its not such a big deal. "Now go to sleep." You said,placing the tissues on the desk beside his bed.

"Finally" Mickey pulled the covers up and got into his bed. You headed back to the bathroom to put away the spray. You entered his room again.

"You're going to be ok?" You asked, standing by the door looking in at him.

"You're not staying?" He said, sitting up from his previous position.

"Do you want me to stay?" You asked,not sure why you hadn't thought of staying with him.

"I'd love for you to stay," He said, smirking.

"Ok then." You said, heading into the room. You removed your clothing. Mickey's eyes lingered on you as you stopped down to just your underwear as well. You climbed into his bed, laying down beside him. He turned onto his side as you did the same. You wrapped your arms around him, your chest pressing up against his back.You heard him hum in response as you did so. "I love you" You whispered.

"I love you too" he whispered back. You could tell from his breathing and reaction that he is already falling asleep. His hand held onto yours, your legs moving in to fill the gap between his. He fell asleep in your arms as your hands ran circles over his chest. You focused on how his back raised with each breath, your hand rising with his chest in the same pattern. You felt your eyes start to close, the sound of Mickey's breath helping you fall to sleep.

You woke up earlier than him. He was wiped out. You kissed his cheek before you climbed out of the bed. You headed towards the kitchen,opening his fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. You contemplated on if you should begin to make breakfast. You decided you should. Suddenly you heard movement in his room. You walked in to see him start to sit up. "Morning babe, how are you feeling?" You asked.

He looked at you, looking you up and down. He smirked before answering. "Oh I'm still so sick, I think we should stay in bed together." He said sarcastically, faking a cough. You laughed at him, telling him to get up before you went to start making breakfast. You both spent the morning laying on the couch as he went out on one of his stupid movies that he loves. Your head rested on his shoulder, as his head rested on yours. You ran your hand over his thigh as you watched Aliens 2. You were thankful to have someone like Mickey, and you smwere sure he felt the same way for you. He trusted you enough to take care of him after all.

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thepenultimateword · 2 years

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I've come out of hiding because I love you and your writings, also

https://thepenultimateword.tumblr.com/post/693443435507662848/short-prompt-33 thisssssssss needs morreeeee can I has a part two?

Now here me out, I'm sure your swamped because your amazing and havr all the asks in the world so I'm NOT expecting ANYTHING ANYTIME soon, this is simply because I think it's amazing and like any book I wanna read the next 'chapter' ❤❤❤

Have a great week!!

D’awww thank you so much!!

Sooo, I am swamped but I actually have an idea for this one and don’t want to lose my motivation to write it, so you’re in luck 😜

Part One

Henchman B slunk into the employee dorms somewhere around 3 in the morning. The dingy yellow light of the common area's only vending machine cast shadows in the hollows of their face, stretching the purple bruises around their eyes and along their bottom lip longer.

Henchman A lifted their head groggily off the sofa arm at the front door's familiar beep and squeeeal and blinked in the double layers of clothing and slow, limping walk.

“B!” they cried, leaping off the couch with sudden and intense alertness.

B's head swiveled halfway toward them, dark eyes drinking them out of the shadows for several silent, nerve-wracking seconds. They sighed, closing swollen eyelids and drooping already limp arms down to their knees. “Couldn’t you have just gone to bed?”

The comment sent a wash of ice through A's bloodstream, but they ignored it, approaching close enough to see the burst blood vessels staining B's face like an inkblot painting. What was the picture though? Destruction? A bleeding heart? A butterfly stripped of its wings, torn, ugly, helpless? Whatever it was, it sent A's chest aching.

"What did Villain do?" It came out lower than a whisper. A half-dared question.

“Nothing.”

They swished past A with a dangerous wobble and, wincing, eased down onto the couch. Was it too painful to make it all the way to their room? Or did they simply not want A watching them move, picking out each flinch and stumble?

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” A said, already turning toward the bathroom.

“No!”

A’s heart nearly leaped right out of their chest and their feet froze to the spot, numb and solid. They dared peek back, but B only closed their eyes and rubbed the bruised bridge of their nose.

“Please. Just leave.”

A parted their lips and closed them again. Their eyes fixed on their hands, clenched nervously around the hem of their shirt. They picked it this morning because they knew B liked blue, especially the dark, dreary shades, but now it just reeked guilt.

It was probably for the best that they left. They'd caused B enough trouble today, the least they could do was listen to them for once. Maybe they should trade shifts with another henchman and get out of their life completely. Was that too extreme? Compared to what B had done for them today, it didn't feel like it. In any case, they should at least apologize.

A turned around slowly, shuffling up in front of B's knees. Talking to B had always been so easy, even with the other henchman's cold manner. But now trembling lips searched to form words and nothing came.

"A, please--"

“I’m sorry," they croaked.

They glanced up at B for some sign of acceptance or hatred, but their expression was bland as ever. If it weren't for the slight tilt of their head aiming their good ear in their direction, A wouldn't even know they were listening.

"I’m so stupid," A continued. "This is all my fault. I should have said something. I should have told the truth as soon as you took the fall. This--" They waved up and down at B's battered body. "--should be me. But I'm just a selfish coward. I'm so sorry."

B continued to stare. Their lack of response filled in by the vending machine's electric drone and A's quiet sobs. The ceiling creaked overhead as some other henchman shifted in bed.

Please, just tell me you hate me. Please, get it over with.

B let out another signature sigh. "You speaking up only would have gotten us both beat. You for letting in a hero, me for lying. It would have defeated the point of me rescuing you in the first place."

Warm callused fingers found their way to A's eyes and gruffly rubbed away the trailing tears.

A's breath caught in their throat. What was happening right now? B had never touched them before. Not outside of sparring at least. Sometimes A had imagined what it might feel like for those hands to rove their face but never had their imagination come up with a scenario like this.

All at once it was over. Those hands pulled away and B dropped back down on the couch cushions with a soft groan.

A swallowed. A question buried under their own guilt and worry finally dragging itself to the surface.

"Why...did you save me?"

"Hm?"

"It's not as if we're close... And all I ever do is flirt and bother you. You threatening me all the time was always fun, but they're still threats. I thought it would have been satisfying to see me finally get my just desserts for all the annoyance I've caused you."

B blinked. "We've been co-workers for three years."

A stared at them. What did that have to do with anything?

"Yeah?"

"We spar together, eat together, work together. I know your strengths, your vulnerabilities. And I'm far stronger than you. Don't you think if I wanted something to happen to you I would have already done it myself?"

"W-well, yeah. But not wishing harm on someone is a far cry from taking the beating yourself... I just don't get why--

“Come here."

A's mouth dropped open.

B lifted one heavy arm toward them, beckoning with two fingers. A had to resist the urge to look around the empty room for some other person B could be talking to.

"Come here," B repeated, firmer.

Here? A was already standing right in front of them, so did they mean...?

They slowly lowered themself to the edge of the couch cushion. No sooner did they sit when B's strong arms pulled them against themself. A found their nose tucked into the warm crook of their crush's neck, so intimately close they could practically smell the pain wafting off them.

"Don't--" A protested, pulling away to spare B's obviously sore ribs, but B's hold only tightened.

"You were right about one thing," they said, throat vibrating against A's cheek. "I let you get away with far too much."

Within the span of a sentence, A's mouth had gone completely dry. So now, even with a dozen comments and questions fighting to be asked, they couldn't utter a single word. It was probably better that way since the top of A's queue was a flirty pick-up line bound to ruin the whole moment.

"I'll always protect you," B continued. "Always. You hear?"

A nodded numbly.

B let out a long, tired breath that made their whole chest--and in turn A--rise and fall. "I hate you seeing me weak."

Weak? Being hurt wasn't weak. Taking someone else's punishment and then comforting them wasn't weak. B had always been a mystery when it came to feelings. Their constant dry tone and bland expression always made it seem like they felt nothing at all. But maybe the truth was that they wore a mask when they felt the most. Now it was slipping. That, most of all, wasn't weak.

A wanted to let B know that they were the strongest, most beautiful, most amazing person they'd ever met and that nothing would ever make them think less of them. But as they wetted their tongue to speak, something else was already slipping off the tip.

"You know, B, I should go get that first-aid kit for that knee."

B scrunched their eyes. "What are you talking about? Villain didn't do anything to my--"

"You know, the one you scraped falling for me."

B's face immediately dropped into an unimpressed frown, but with the pressure of their arms still steady against their shoulder blades, A was beginning to think that might be a good sign and their laughter escaped as a loud squeak.

"You're so annoying," B said.

"You know what else might make you feel better?" A managed through their giggles.

B rolled their eyes, but their expression was resigned. "What?"

"A big dose of Vitamin Me."

This time B did crack a smile. They tried to hide it with another sigh and a duck of their head into A's shoulder, but it remained loud and clear in their voice.

"Don't make me push you off this couch."

"It's a good plan, but it won't work; I've already fallen for y--"

B clapped their hand over their mouth. "Shhh. My head feels like its going to split open. Let's just be quiet for a while, hm?"

A nodded against their palm. Their arms fumbled together as they shifted into a more comfortable embrace; gentle fingers curled into the back of A's shirt; B's heart thumped a little too quick in their ear.

They never knew silence could say so much.

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fwacchi · 2 years

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today was my first day of my last year in school, it went awfullllll. i have the worst schedule, don't see any of my friends, mean teachers. . . i was very upset when i got home until i absentminded started rereading your kuzuha works. i stopped dwelling on the shitty day i had and instead thought about your work, so thank you 😭 for writing, for writing those specific works, and even just for existing

this means so much to me omg🥺🤍 i'm glad my works can help you in this way <3 i'm so sorry you have to spend your last year in school like that. i'm really not good with words and don't know how to comfort you so i prepared a little something! i rushed to write this after reading your ask and it's not the best, but i hope you like it <33

this lil drabble doesn't have a title :D

Kuzuha's flaw is that he thinks can't make someone feel better when they're in a bad mood. He hates that flaw of his even more as he sees you coming home, your face clearly showing how tiring your day has been. He wanted to do something, anything, to put you in a better mood but he just didn't know what to do. So while you laid down on the shared bed, he just scrolled down through his Twitter, but couldn't really focus on all the tweets that he was scrolling past.

"Kuzuha~" The said man is immediately turning to you, ready to give you all his attention and anything else you need of him because he thinks that's the least he could do right now.

He knows what to do when you wordlessly pat the empty spot next to you. Gently wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you closer against his body as he lies down next to you.

"Do you want to talk about your day?" The question feels weird and awkward when it leaves his mouth as he silently cringes. Why did he sound so formal, when asking you that. But then another question occupied his mind when you let out a sigh.

What if you don't want to talk about it?

His rapidly beating heart is put at ease when you start telling him about your day and everything that went wrong to put you in the mood you are in right now. Kuzuha silently listens to your rants while running his hand through your hair, only opening his mouth to agree with you when you curse some random people.

"Thank you, Kuzu." Red eyes peered down at your face, seemingly in a better mood now, buried against his chest. "Why exactly are you thanking me?" He asks, genuinely confused as he couldn't think of anything he did to deserve a thank you. "Because being here with you made me feel better." Heat rushes up to his cheeks at your words and it only gets worse when you look up at him with a bright smile. He gently pushed your face back against his chest in an attempt to hide his flushed face. You already caught a glimpse of it, but decided to say nothing about it as you pushed yourself closer to him.

"I love you." Kuzuha whispered, barely audible but definitely genuine. "I love you too."

You might have a bad day again tomorrow morning, overmorrow or it might even continue for a long time but at the end of the day, you have him, your lover, to embrace you in his warmth and make you forget about it all.

And that's his strength that he doesn't notice. He is able to make you feel better just by being there for you.

#ily anon #i hope you'll feel better<3 #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji #nijisanji jp #kuzuha nijisanji #nijisanji kuzuha #kuzuha x reader #kuzuha

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obeyme-lost-thought · 11 months

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The regret of a Father

Damn Lucifer, what do you want from her?

What if Lucifer had a child with Mc, and for some reason he neglects them ? And if the child die? What will do Lucifer?

Always remember: the ending isn't what we want, but what she need.

Good reads

1126 words all chapters , previous part

Chapter 2: Second life

I wake up in the medical room of the school, with Ro'ze and Samael around me. They talk, they talk a lot. They fill me with questions: How am I, why did I fall, what happened, etc.

I don't care what they say, I don't listen to them. My head keeps spinning and my eyes hurt. I want to cry but I certainly can't.

At some point the principal also arrives. The representatives are touring the school with the girls, so I'm relieved of my duties. He advises me to go home for today, which I gladly do.

As I walk the sound of the cars is a distant noise. I can't even feel where I'm stepping; I'm probably going home by muscle memory.

This trans state disappears as soon as I sit on the bed.

Memories I never wanted to have resurface; sensations, now gone, return. My biggest secret is that, for some unknown reason, I was reborn. I have lived 2 lives of which the years add up make 33. Not long ago the memories came back to me. 14 years and during one night, like a tornado, that damned life comes back to my mind. It took me 5 months to recognize what was real and what was a memory, and another 2 months to accept that I died once. I have never been able to tell anyone about it. My grandmother, seeing me in trouble even without knowing why, advised me to go and talk to the priest of our community about it, which I didn't do. I haven't been near a church for 4 years... hypocrisy is not a quality that belongs to me.

But in the end, I got over it, I was able to keep going. I built my life from scratch and I even succeeded. I was moving forward.

Then, however, the "exchange students" arrived; a continual reminder of what I was in the past. Yet, I was able to bear them for 1 year.

But he is too much. I can't him. Whether it's 1 week, a day or 1 hour… I don't want to see him.

I stare at the ceiling. It's white, but it's also black. I no longer recognize whether my eyes are open or closed, but I think they are closed, because I only know that I fell asleep.

The next day I arrive at school with only one plan in mind: to avoid him. Which I manage to do so far, the pause.

???: "Good morning, you are the girl who was supposed to guide us yesterday"

My blood freezes in my veins and I hold my breath the entire time I turn towards the interlocutor. Luckily, it's not him, but Simeon.

Aurora: “Yes, I'm sorry for what happened. I already felt bad in the morning, but I didn't pay much attention to it, which backfired with me passing out"

Simeon: “You don't have to apologize. I only care that you are better now"

As he talks to me, he continues to have an angelic smile to reassure me. He doesn't know it, but all this brings back bitter memories.

“Uncle Simeon, does dad hate me?”

"But no, little girl. *** he loves you, he just doesn't know it yet”

That white lie he always told me was one of the reasons I couldn't see the truth. Maybe I would have preferred him to say yes to my sad question.

Simeon: "I have to go soon, but remind me once again your name"

Aurora: “Aurora; Aurora *****”

Simeon: “Good Aurora, hope to see you again before the end of the festival. The other person who was with me also wants to get to know you and know how you are.”

….

Aurora: "Goodbye"

I get up from the bench where I was sitting and go back to class, leaving him behind.

The biggest problem is the afternoon. I have to help organize the festival and supervise us students there will be some teachers and school representatives.

I wish 4:00 pm would never come, yet time does not want to do me any kindness. As a member of the school council, I have the duty to help all the groups, but as a person who participates in the festival, I have to divide myself between band rehearsals and council activities. Right now, I'm with the others rehearsing for the final night. While everyone tunes their instrument, I start making chords on the piano.

Damn my tendency to always start playing before other people.

???: “I heard someone playing the piano, is it from here?”

Dantha: "Sir. Lucifer! We were rehearsing for the final show.”

Lucifer: "It looks like a good concert based on what we heard from outside"

Are you referring to me? Is a compliment?

…

Aurora: “You are exaggerating. I'm not that good at piano."

Lie

Aurora: “I can only do the basic chords”

Lie

Lucifer: “You're yesterday's girl, right? Simeon informed me that you were sick”

Aurora: “Yes, we spoke this morning. I'm better now"

Lucifer: "Good for you"

This little discussion of ours ends quickly, with him leaving the music room to go somewhere else.

Thus ends the day and I can go home. Hate or sadness I don't know what it is, but I fill my pillow with tears before I can fall asleep.

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3rd person POV:

Simeon: "Lucifer, did you meet the girl from yesterday?"

Lucifer: "Yes"

Simeon: "Do you think it's her?"

Lucifer: "Yes"

Simeon: "What do you want to do now?"

Lucifer: "..."

"I do not know"

Memory Fragment 1: Uncle Simeon.

I run down the street to meet Uncle Simeon. This situation reminds me of a movie I saw with my grandparents, in which the protagonists ran towards each other to hug each other. Uncle's hugs are warm and calm. Today he promised to take me for ice cream and then we would play with Luke all evening. As we walk, I tell him how I won the running race. The best part is that he already knew because he had seen me. Apparently, this day is a reward for the victory and for the excellent grades I got in the exams. When we get to the bar, I see Uncle Beel with Uncle Belphie at the counter. They too see us, but they don't come close; in fact, they go away quickly. Simeon says it's because they have to do something at home, that is true… Today is the anniversary of when mom arrived in the Devildom, which is why Uncle Simeon is taking care of me, keeping me away from home, but I don't tell him I know the truth… it would be sad to him and I don’t want it.

Memory fragment= Mornigstar family is shit

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littlesugarwords · 2 years

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Hello! I really love your writing and your twdg OS and hcs 🥺 i love to see ppl in the fandom even though the series are over. I don't know if you're taking requests, but could you write some hcs about Clementine losing her leg in a modern au (maybe bc of illness or an accident) and Violet helping her through her grief and walk again? I haven't see any aus with Clementine being an amputee and there's just a few Violentine fanfics around. I really love your work, thanks<33

thank you so much for this buddy wow :') this made my day. I'm so glad my writing can make you guys smile, even just a little 🥰

Clementine had been in a car accident a year ago.

A drunk driver had T-boned the car with her and her father in it.

He had been driving her home from a volleyball tournament.

It was a Saturday night. 8pm.

Then, they took a left turn,

Clem heard a honk,

The squealing of tires,

And her father screaming.

Then, she woke up with a leg missing,

And with a father in critical condition.

She had been maneuvering life with one leg ever since.

She had two options for getting around, a wheelchair, or a crutch-like cane.

She normally alternated between the two,

But seeing as she was starting her brand new school today?

She went with the crutch.

Each class she went into, she got stared at.

As always.

It had happened at every school, every class, and every year.

She hated it.

So, she sat down at the nearest desk, tucked it under her desk, and pulled out her books.

Clem was always prepared for these moments.

So, she pulled out her notebook,

Flipped to a messy page,

And continued to doodle.

The mumbling of chatter in the classroom resumed as it always did,

And Clem heard the desk beside her squeak.

She was too focused on trying to look busy to look up.

Then, an exhausted sigh,

And the slurping of liquid through a straw.

Then, Clementine looked up.

A blonde was sitting at the desk beside her,

Sipping on an iced coffee,

Fiddling with one of her rings.

She only had a single notebook and a busted-up pen.

Clem could tell she didn't care.

The blonde scoffed.

"Sorry my notebook isn't as cool as yours," she said sarcastically.

Clementine met her gaze and raised a brow.

The blonde had caught her staring,

And was staring at her drawings.

Clem slapped her book closed.

Violet smirked.

She liked teasing people,

Especially cute new girls.

"Violet. You?"

Clem's shoulder relaxed slightly. "Clementine."

Violet smirked again. "Unique."

"That's one way of looking at it." She said,

Smirking back.

Class wandered on as usual,

Silence passed between the two strangers.

By the time the bell rang, Clem stood up,

Wobbling for a beat with her crutch,

And carrying on.

Violet stared after her, not having noticed before.

Guilt crept in and she looked away,

Noting to never do it again.

The next day, it was the same.

This time, Violet had doodled an alien on her notebook's cover.

Clementine chuckled, teasingly rolling her eyes.

"Very cool."

"It's natural," Violet smirked,

Scribbling on the cover again with her pencil,

Shading in all the white letters.

"Your drawing seems to be pretty natural too." Violet continued.

Clem turned and raised a brow.

"You look like a pro."

Clem snorted. "Hardly. Just doodles."

"But good ones."

Clem smiled, thankful.

And that day at lunch, while having nowhere to sit,

Violet decided to plop down beside her.

At first, Clem had been reading.

Feeling the table shift, she glanced up and smiled.

Violet could swear she even saw a small twinkle in Clementine's eyes.

They started it doing regularity, every day at lunch.

Any class they had? Together.

Pep rallies? Assemblies? Ceremonies? Together.

They just clicked.

The first time they sat together at an assembly, they sat on the bleachers in the gym.

Clementine hated maneuvering them.

As they went to leave, Violet extended a hand.

Clementine paused,

Clutching her crutch,

Confused.

Violet's stare was neutral and sincere,

But her fingers began to twitch when she didn't take her hand.

So, Clementine did,

Smiling,

Approaching the help.

Clementine knew she would explain everything to Violet one day.

But she didn't know what day.

It happened to arrive a few weeks later,

On a rainy Friday.

School had just ended, and Clementine sat,

Near one of the school's wide entranceways,

Waiting for her mother to pick her up.

She cracked a book, knowing it would be a while,

And settled in.

After a moment or two, she felt a gentle slap on her arm.

"In a rush, huh?" Violet asked.

Clem smirked. "I could say the same to you."

Violet waved a hand. "I walk home. Plus, I had to stay after class."

Clem raised a brow, silently teasing her.

It was probably some time of reprimand for a late paper.

It often was.

"Why are you hanging out here? It's Friday," Violet questioned.

"I'm waiting for my Mom."

Violet raised a brow. "How long does your Mom usually take?"

"An hour. Sometimes a little more."

Violet's eyes widened.

Clementine, feeling the pressure, looked away.

She could feel Violet shift beside her.

She'd ditching her bag on the ground and sat beside her.

"Why?"

"That's when she gets off of work."

Clementine pretended to be reading her book as she spoke,

Hoping the subject would change.

She wasn't planning on explaining her life's intricacies right now.

But more questions followed.

It was just who Violet was: curious and stubborn.

"It's complicated," Clementine said, voice strained.

She immediately felt bad, but Violet understood.

"Sorry," Clem whispered.

She closed her book, abandoning her plan on continuing to fake it.

And suddenly, everything spilled out.

The entire story.

Then, Clementine gathered her things and went outside,

Ready to get into her ride,

All while Violet remained behind.

Stunned.

By the time Monday rolled around, Violet's heart was still aching.

But she acted like nothing changed.

It was the least she could do for them both.

But, somehow, Clementine opened up even more to her.

Violet didn't feel like she needed to keep her cool facade on anymore.

They felt honest with each other.

They felt true.

Real.

Violet always held Clementine's hand as they wandered up and down the stairs together.

Clem always found it sweet;

A gesture of care.

Violet would help keep her occupied or listen to her thoughts.

She even started her own doodle journal to share with Clementine during their downtime.

All Clementine could do was smile,

Sometimes, her eyes even teary.

Violet would always tease her about it, though.

She finally felt normal and cared for.

They finally felt found in each other.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Lmao the choreographer posted about the SMN issue on his story and even commented 👁👄👁 I wonder if we hear anything about it, any apologies hmmm.

Omg do you remember that one fan call from DV era when Hwa said someone hated his long hair??? He talked about it again and wtf, but he likes long hairstyles, so let's cheer! I'm so happy that Atiny reassured him. Whenever he says he's anxious to reveal his new hair because "Atiny like his black hair the most" I'm like "BABY BOY I'M TEAM ITCHY SCALP I SUPPORT ALL YOR DYEING ENDEAVOURS!"

Seonghwa content spam: Please I- ... I'M GONNA EAT HIM FIRST STOPPPP. DON'T MAKE ME CRI and this? Harvard business major/class clown Park Seonghwa

We also got fox Woo today, so I win, I love my Foxyoung agenda

Right so Hwa is a Want enthusiast, we need more of them, taste taste 💕

Ksidisusiagsjahayhaa right, I don't think we're escaping that house, we're gonna become ghosts together I think lmaooo

I watched all Twilight films for shits and giggles, but sometimes didn't even shit nor giggle cause??? Those TVD edits would make me feral if I was 17 again aisuaidgjahashgagaga. TB is an older show... bestie making me feel old once again, okaaaay

PLL started pretty well it was a different type of a teen show, but then went batshit crazy and I kinda admire them for being so unhinged, but also wanna murder them for wasting my time lol

Look at this!

THAT SPOILER WHAT AM I READING?!?!?!? Are you crazyyyyyyyyy Baek 😭😭😭😭 There's only O N E (1) TRUE PAIRING IN MY HEART AND YOU'RE NOT TAKING THEM AWAY FROM ME 🔫🔫🔫🔫. No but I really liked that lil snippet, angst and witchiness alright 💔

I like darker Sunmi a loooot, though I actually enjoyed all of her recent comebacks, she suits all concepts. I think some Dreamcatcher songs may fit miss villain Y/N, but I would have to dig. And how about Monster by Irene & Seulgi? Does Y/N consider herself a little monster? Alsooooo, I hope THIS villain never dies <333

Korean shows continue with their wacky ass camera angles and shitty sound, like HOW HARD IT IS TO DO THINGS PROPERLY. The way they ushered some groups off the stage and played pre-recorded version yet gave BTS so much time... I see. Like no hate to BTS, but it surely felt like a show for them and Armys...

Aaannnnnd my friend's friend might have fallen for Kai actually, whoops I'm so sorry girl 🤭

Lmaooooo the jealous is sick for real 😭

Confession: I have purchased some Mingi photocards so there's that... - DV 💖

hi hello!!!!

Lmao the choreographer posted about the SMN issue on his story and even commented 👁👄👁 I wonder if we hear anything about it, any apologies hmmm.

the choreographer posted more 👁👁 the way all the threads are being deleted after the choreographer spoke up <3 love to see it,,, wooyoung really said be humbled 😭😭 VATA LOOKED AT IT SO HE BETTER BE APOLOGIZING FHDHFB and bbt

screams wooyoung etl era but in a culinary school <3

I DO!!!! MF HOW CAN U HATE BLACK HAIR AND LONG???? UNGRATEFUL COMEON 😭😭😭 so glad that atiny said other wise <3 besties deserved a another fan call for that <33 NO LITERALLY I GET THAT BLACK HAIR IS SUPERIOR BUT LIKE WHAT HE WANTED TO DYE IT A DIFFERENT COLOUR 😭😭😭🤚🏼 #TEAMITCHYSCALP

Seonghwa content spam: Please I- ... I'M GONNA EAT HIM FIRST STOPPPP. DON'T MAKE ME CRI and this? Harvard business major/class clown Park Seonghwa //// We also got fox Woo today, so I win, I love my Foxyoung agenda

oh that harvard one makes me want to write a uni au for him so bad 😩 he goes to harvard and so does the yn but his reputation is like why’s he at this big of a school but his grades say otherwise 🔫🔫 WOOYOUNG’S RED HAIR IS SUCH A GOOD DECISION WHOEVER DID THAT THEIR BANK 📈📈📈 foxyoung ayo, furry?

Right so Hwa is a Want enthusiast, we need more of them, taste taste 💕

PARK SEONGHWA IN A RED SUIT PERFORMING WANT BEST FRIEND WE WILL PASS AWAY FHQNDHWKHDQKDHKQ

Ksidisusiagsjahayhaa right, I don't think we're escaping that house, we're gonna become ghosts together I think lmaooo

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 if he’s a ghost with u, stuck with u i think u won at life

DHDNDBDBDN TWILIGHT IS A GUILTY PLEASURE but some concepts?????? MAN WHEN IN THE FIRST MOVIE HE KEPT COVERING HIS NOSE BC SHE SMELT I WOULDVE MOVED SCHOOLS CHANGED NAMES BC THATS SO EMBARRASSING I WOILD NOT COME TO SCHOOL THE NEXT DAY 😭😭😭 jBDWNDBSN THE TB EP’S QUALITY REALLY GOT ME 📈📉📈📉📈

PLL started pretty well it was a different type of a teen show, but then went batshit crazy and I kinda admire them for being so unhinged, but also wanna murder them for wasting my time lol

i feel like it started well but they kept milking the plot and it turned out unhinged fbfbf LMFAOOOO DBANBDKW it was hard to find unhinged shows, but miss alex russo from wizards was my definition of unhinged <3 i have to tell u this but i wqs just listening to a podcast while answering this and they mentioned TB in it AND THERES A MIND READING IN IT???

Look at this!

STOPPPP I WAS HOPIMG SOMEONE WOULD PUT THEM TOGETHER I WAS GONMA MAKE AN RDIT WITH TAEMIN KAI KEY TAEYEON AND SEULGI BC THEYD FIT SO WELL THE EVIL 🤌🏼🤌🏼😮‍💨 GODBLESS THIS PERSON FOR CREATING ART

HELLO FBWNDHVDKC <3 idk if u kNow bUT SEONGHWA DOES NOT LIKE Y/N 😭😭😭 ONE TRUE PAIRING WHO???? HONGJOONG FINALLY GETTING A CHANCE??? OR SAN CONFESSING <33 GUESS WE’LL NEVER KNOW BUT WE ARE CLOSE TOO,,, unfortunately if the ending is unhappy, some (main characters) might die <3 mIGHT,,, misss yn so witchy, bestie does magic and fights but is always somehow the bad guy <3 y/n’s what if taemin’s lore was a person was,,,

ive only heard a snip of her recent cb but it sounded really good! honourable mention but chungha’s dark concepts 🤌🏼🤌🏼😮‍💨 DREAMCATCHERS WONDERLAND FITS AND SIYEON’S VOICE ESP ENTRANCING AND PARADISE (this ones insane good omg) y/n is not exactly a monster but evil in a sense theres so much sadness and situations yn’s dealt as a young person that it grew it into y/n being separated from the rest of the civilians,,, hence the darker, secretive, magic-ey and harshness to the personality <3 kind of like lana del ray’s young snsd beautiful STOP THATS SUCH A GOOD SONG????? WHAAAT BESTIE IM DBDBBD OBSESSED HOLDON ONN DBDBD also i think instrumentals work really well to describe y/n’s feelings! like those hobbit background musics

i do think, flame of love would be the title track of this fic + sayonara hotori + monologue + shadow + heaven + identity!!

id like to share this bc this is vv much like the hwa in the fic!! or mayhaps even duke

NO LITERALLY DBDHDH BRO THEY PAY U TO DO UR JOB WELL WHATS GOING ON 😭😭😭 HOW HARD IS IT WHY U SO LAZY 😭🤚🏼 omg literally!!! it was such a mess,, i mean tbh hasn’t it been like that since 2018, esp after mama, ever since sm and yg stopped attending it’s literally a concert for them a whole reason why i never watch them BUT ATEEZ

Aaannnnnd my friend's friend might have fallen for Kai actually, whoops I'm so sorry girl 🤭

MISS GIRLIE NEVER ESCAPING THE DEVIL ONCE UR INTRIGUED HE AINT EVER LEAVING U ALONE 😭😭😭

Lmaooooo the jealous is sick for real 😭

possessive men <<<< ateez being possessive men <3

Confession: I have purchased some Mingi photocards so there's that... - DV 💖

IS THIS A MINGI ERA I HEAR COMING???? HELLOOOO ?????

and uh???

BOBA A WHOLE BOBA

sorry what the fuck is this bestie

if u want a choi san bodyguard, breathe

ANON ANON ANONEBQNHDJWHDWK

BETSIE SOOHYUK SOONYUK FJWKDJWKDLW THIS IS SEONGHWAS FATHER

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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sparklingsad · 3 years

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title: solace in solitude (one shot)

characters: baji x fem!reader, chifuyu, mentions of kazutora, mikey, draken, and mitsuya

prompt: You have always found solace in solitude, but how can one person change everything that you've ever known?

genre: fluff, angst

warning: contains spoiler from the manga, don't read you are still emotionally unwell because of the latest tokyo rev episode (21). take care of your mental health you guys <33

p.s: it's a bit long :')) but please read through the end :)

a/n: Hello everyone! I'm feeling a bit sappy today because of the latest tokyo rev episode :')) let's all suffer together shall we? I was actually working on the part 4 of my series fic but I accidentally deleted the whole thing, and got annoyed, so here I am now with a one shot for you guys. Sorry this is angsty baji again, but this prompt has been on my mind ever since I made it past chap 67 on the manga of tokyo rev. I also saw @tomanjxro reblogged @lila-skies prompt-ish so it pushed me to write something of a version that I have thought of way back. I hope this does not disappoint <3

If someone would ask you how you found most of the good things in your life, you could probably say you found them when you were alone.

You met your decade-long best friend while waiting for your parents to pick you up in elementary school when you mistakenly added 2 hours to your original dismissal time. You have found the cutest little pup that became your pet when you got lost looking for your friend's house. Your family's favorite diner is the restaurant where you stayed until they have found you after getting separated from them at the mall -- your family ate at the place to celebrate finding you after a couple of hours.

With this, you have never thought that being alone is a pity. In fact, you let yourself immerse in the bliss that solitude brings you as you grow older.

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Just like one of those days, you were once again alone. Doing library duties was hated by a lot of the students in your school. Organizing books, attending to return cards, updating the library database -- these are all boring tasks that no one wants to take so most of those who are assigned on library work leaves without hesitation after the 3:30 pm mark hits the clock. Meanwhile you, you partially stay to finish all the work and selfishly enjoy the serenity of an empty library.

Or so you thought.

When it is about 4 pm, a bunch of seniors dropped by their overdue books into the library and of course, it is your responsibility to return them to their proper bookcases.

You pulled out the book trolley and started loading all of the books that have been returned and trudged your way onto the furthest part of the library where science books like zoology are meant to be placed.

Just as when the silence is almost deafening due to the decreasing number of people, you heard pieces of paper being torn accompanied by small grunts.

Curious to what could have been staying in this part of the library, you tried to peek from behind a huge bookcase only to see a guy with slicked-back hair gelled to perfection, a low ponytail, and a definitely intimidating big pair of glasses.

I didn't know someone this serious exists in this school, you thought.

Scared that you might disturb his peace as he intensely scribbles words on his paper, you try to cough to get his attention.

"Um, I'm sorry to disturb your study session but I have to place these books back into this bookcase beside you," you tried to explain to him.

He did not even flinch a bit when you suddenly spoke. Instead, he gave you a polite nod (too formal if you were to say) and continued writing into his notebook.

With his actions, your curiosity just grew more of this student that is new into your eyes. While trying to put back the encyclopedias and journals into to bookcase, you can't help but steal a few glances at what he was writing.

"Um, I'm sorry but I think you have missed a few letters here," you interrupted him.

"rendevou", you pointed out.

"It should have been 'rendezvous'," you corrected him.

"Oh, is that so," he shoved his head towards the notebook and narrowed his eyes to the one you pointed out.

"Thanks!"

He flashed you a smile so wide that you forgot that it's almost 5 hours past midday.

"Y-yeah." and you let out a small smile.

You were caught by surprise at how nice he is, compared to the demeanor that his whole look is emanating.

To brush off the seemingly surprising interaction, you tried to move to the further bookcases and continue your duties, but he suddenly calls to you.

"Hey, uh,"

His gaze is switching between you and his paper.

"Can ya please help me with this one too?" he politely asks, his head almost as low as a bow.

"O-oh, yeah sure."

You slowly walked towards him.

"What'd ya think of this one?" he immediately asked after you stood beside him.

You looked closely into it. 'clandestine' it says

"I think you did this one just fine!" you said proudly.

"Woah. Really? Wow I'm really learning, aren't I? Thanks!"

Right after helping him, you proceeded to finish your duties. You wanted to be home by 6 to do all the homework you have.

Just as you left his side he looked at you and offered you a hand.

"Hey, I think I can help ya with that," and there it is again, the smile he gave you earlier, and you gave him a small 'thanks'.

As you both busy yourselves sorting out the remaining books on the trolley, you suddenly remembered something vital that you forgot.

Oh, I haven't asked his name yet.

"Say--," you started as you place each book neatly in between the others.

"I haven't asked your name yet," and you gave him a look.

He looks a bit surprised by the sudden asking so you took the prerogative to move the conversation,

"Oh, sorry. It was rude of me to ask yours when I haven't said mine. I'm y/n, l/n. Nice to meet you!" you handed over your hands to him and he reached for it.

"Baji,"

"Baji?" you repeated.

"Keisuke Baji"

"Oh, it's Baji then."

"Nah. Keisuke is fine."

"Well, let me tweak it up a bit if you are that generous," you flashed him a smile.

"Kei it is then!"

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Not after a while of organizing the books, both of you finished the school bell ring. It is already the 5 o'clock mark.

"Oh seems like that's me for today," Baji said as he started to pick up his own things from the table near the bookcase.

"Thanks for helping me today, y/n! It was nice meeting ya!" Then without another word he left and ran towards the library door.

Just like that, he was gone and silence is all there was with you.

At that moment you realized that company isn't that bad at all.

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For the following days, you tried to find out who Keisuke Baji is. And as if lady luck is on your side, you saw him in Class 3 the other day when you've handed out the class president the flyers for the upcoming school festival. He even gave you a small wave from across the classroom that wasn't gone unnoticed by his classmates.

Your cheeks were dusted with rose from this small gesture because you had not expected that he would take notice of you so far as giving a warm gesture like that. Aside from this, there are a bunch of eyes staring at you that made you uncomfortable because of the attention.

That similar day, you're on your library duties like always sorting here and there when you came across him again in the same spot.

"Oh Ke--" you turn to a halt when you saw that he is not alone.

A blonde guy with a piercing on his left ear is also sitting beside him as they scribble down words onto their paper.

"O-oh, sorry I didn't notice," you apologize immediately as they both turn their heads to you.

"Oh wait, y/n!" he called you and you felt a tug on your cardigan.

You turned to him but you were taken aback at how close his face is to yours. You can feel your heart drumming against your chest as you are looking at his face from this distance.

Just what is this feeling?

"Hey y/n, ya okay?" he called your attention noticing you suddenly took a pause.

"Ah yeah I am. I'm sorry for disturbing your study session here," you removed your glasses and start to wipe them to brush off your embarrassing action.

"It's all cool y/n! No need to worry," he reassured you with a smile.

"This guy here's my best friend! Matsuno Chifuyu from class 2," he dragged his friend in front of you and presented him proudly like a work of his.

"O-oh, Chifuyu. Nice to meet you, I'm y/n l/n from class 5!" you said back.

"Class 5.." Chifuyu looked up,

"Oohhh, you must be one hell of a smartass if you're taking advanced classes y/n-chan," he amusingly said.

"Well, I guess I'm just pretty earnest in studying that's all, " you humbly said.

"Say, you wanna grab some peyoung yakisoba? All of this math's making my head hurt,"

"I'm definitely in Baji-san!!" Chifuyu exclaimed

"Oi Chifuyu, I'm not talking to you. Of course we'll split it, you dumbass." he scoffed

"I'm talking to y/n," and then he proceeds to look at you.

Without hesitation, you immediately agreed as if you have always been sure of what to answer.

"That's it then, let's get going!" he grabbed you by the hand and proceeded to a nearby konbini outside the school.

When your yakisoba's had been thoroughly cooked, you all sat down in a small stall inside the place, but before you started eating Baji removed his glasses and his ponytail.

You stopped your eating and looked at him a bit longer than you're supposed to.

"Uh, y/n? Is everything alright?" he said as he slurped the noodles.

"Ah, yeah!" you said surprised to his sudden asking.

"I was just surprised about--" and you gestured to his face and his hair as if you're incapable of using words to explain the situation.

"Oh, this?" he asked.

"That's what you get for pretending to be a poindexter Baji-san," Chifuyu said as he reaches for the yakisoba from Baji's hands.

"Poindexter?" you asked, confused.

"Yeah, I thought he was a poindexter when I saw him back in middle school, turns out he doesn't wanna make his momma cry for getting held back again so he decided to go to school with that getup," Chifuyu trailed off as he gulped down his snack.

"Oi Chifuyu that's enough! I've been trying my hardest 'kay?" he said unamused and his arms crossed.

"Though I think I look better when I look smart don't I?" he said with a playful and conceited tone.

"Oh, actually if you're more comfortable looking like this would it help if I say I like your hair down better?" you smiled at him, the brightest and most genuine you had ever given.

He almost choked on his yakisoba with your sudden comment, he clears his throat and looked down so his raven locks can hide the obvious embarrassment on his face as you made him fluster

"Yeah, yeah. I guess so," he said back and things fell a bit silent as you all focused on eating.

The following days got you more excited. Actually, you're getting more company lately than you originally have, and it seems to brighten up your mood for the day. You enjoyed being with Baji and having a little study session in the library and after that, he would help you with your duties. There are other times that you spend some time on the school rooftop and play with the stray cats that seemed to be his friends. Chifuyu sometimes drops by and hand over some yakisoba that you all enjoy as the day comes to an end. There is even a time that Baji walked you home because you got too immersed in teaching him English that it was almost 6 by the time that you left school. You refused his offer, but he insisted on sending you home.

"Thanks for walking me home, Kei! I hope you do well on the exam tomorrow!"

"That's nothing. I have the best teacher don't I?" and he flashed that signature grin, with the sharp canines and all, but he did not look intimidating --not even a bit. He has a smile so bright it could put the sun and the moon to shame, and you loved every second of it.

"A'right, I'm gonna go now! Get some rest y/n!" and he ruffled your hair like a small child.

So when Baji's nowhere to be found around the campus, and neither is Chifuyu to ask where Baji is, you can't help but feel a little glum inside.

This wasn't like you anyway --constantly looking for people to be with. But you can't lie to yourself when you feel that your days are emptier without that poindexter in the library.

After a week or so, you've been starting to get used to the silence that you once have cherished. Doing your daily duties in school without bumping into Baji had just been the usual.

Going on your usual routine, you're here again in this godforsaken library.

Since when did you learn to curse this place anyway?

Moving towards the end of it, you can't help but remember the happy times you've had in here with Baji and felt a slight pang in your heart, though it didn't appear on your face. So when you took a right turn after the last bookshelf and saw someone -- black long wavy locks, falling off the back of the chair as he leans his head into it --your face turned brighter.

"Kei!" you exclaimed happily as you trot towards him leaving the trolley behind.

"Yo, y/n. I didn't notice ya there," he said plainly.

"Oh it's fine. You should've called me if you're going to be here, Kei!" you enthusiastically said.

"Ah, it's fine. I'm not here to study anyway," he did not even try to lie about his situation.

"Oh, is that so," you said in a low voice.

"Yeah. A lot of things have been going in my mind lately. I just thought this place is quiet enough," he continued to explain.

"And yeah, sorry for being missing for a few weeks," he muttered an apology that sounded sincere but his mind was clearly not there.

"Yeah, it's alright," worry traced in your voice now.

"It's just my friends," he continued without batting an eye at you

"They're my treasure, and yet I don't know how to help them. I tried all that I could but I can't help, I feel like this is my endgame,"

"Kei.."

You don't know how to respond to what he said, and you also don't know what's going on. So you just let him continue talking about these conundrums and his friends.

The silence surrounding you both has been broken by the sudden ring on Baji's phone.

"Oh, Kazutora"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there."

After the exchange of a few words, he put down his phone and picked up his jacket.

"Yeah, I guess I gotta go now." he slowly stood up from his chair and tucked it underneath the table.

"Take care Kei!" a line that you obviously tried so hard to mask with enthusiasm.

As he is starting to head back to the entrance, he suddenly jogged back to you and peeked through the bookshelf.

"Hey y/n!" he called

"Yeah?"

"Think you can compile some notes for me before the finals arrive? Don't wanna make my mom cry again," he said with a pout.

"Oh, yeah sure!" you said surprised at how his demeanor has changed.

"That's set then!" and he trailed off,

"Oh and one more thing!" Baji said running back.

"Hm? What is it this time?" you asked him with your head titled.

"I'll take ya out for some peyoung after finals! My treat! See ya!"

And just like he was gone,

but he sure did leave a huge smile on your face.

After that moment with Baji in the library, you haven't seen him for 4 days now and he seems like he has been missing classes lately. It's less than a week before finals start, so by this time you have already compiled everything that you needed to review.

By all honesty, you worked hard and fast to finish this reviewer because you wanted Baji to immediately have it so you have a reason to see him.

God, how much you missed just being in his presence.

And on another note, he dropped some charm from his jacket the last time you saw him in the library, and it seemed to be important. So you kept it and wanted to surprise him when you give it back.

When classes ended and you left your room, you caught a glimpse of Chifuyu who was passing by the school. You tried to run after him and call his name but he doesn't seem to notice you as your distance is just far.

You decided that you'd just follow him until he stops and ask where Baji is so you can hand over the reviewer and the charm.

You followed Chifuyu for quite a time and your legs are already about to give out, and then he suddenly stops.

Your vision is a bit hazy since you're so exhausted from all the running and almost out of breath, but you managed to reach him by the back.

"Chifuyu--" you said while gasping for air.

"O-oh, y/n!" he was surprised at your sudden appearance.

"I've been chasing you for the last 30 minutes. How can you walk that fast? You a robot or something?"

"Oh, yeah anyway where's Baji?" you finally asked.

"He--" Chifuyu started.

Then suddenly he was cut off by someone

"Baji? You know Baji?" someone behind Chifuyu said.

"Oh Mikey--" Chifuyu tried to explain. But before he can finish his words you interject.

"Mikey?" you said.

"You're the Invincible Mikey?" you further probed.

"Oh, Draken too... Mitsuya...," you said while scanning their faces.

"You guys haven't changed much, didn't you? Except your hair got all longer just like Baji," and you let out a small laugh.

"You looked all adorable in that commemorative picture of yours,"

"Wait, how do you know us?" Mikey asked you.

"Oh well, about a few days ago Baji told me about you guys and showed me this," you tried to fish something out of your breast pocket.

"Here!" you exclaimed excitedly.

Mikey snatched the charm in your hand and opened it only to see their commemorative picture for founding Toman.

"He kinda dropped that before he left and I wasn't able to see him since so yeah.." you explained.

"So he's had it with him all this time.." Mikey said, voice solemn.

"Hmm, I guess so? Kei's always referred to you guys as his treasures," you flashed a smile at Mikey.

"Oh, where is Baji anyway? And why are we all standing he--"

Then you scanned your surroundings for the first time, only for a stone grave to appear when you faced right.

'Baji Family Grave' it spells.

Just there and then your enthusiastic demeanor was superseded by a horrified look, your voice is shaking but you tried to clear your voice.

"Oh, did someone from Kei's family passed away?" you were looking at them for affirmation but no one dared to meet your gaze. They are all looking down.

"That's the reason why he hadn't shown up in school yet right?"

"Right Chifuyu?" you asked again.

But when no one answered you, your tears already formed streams into your cheeks. Everything else faded as you looked down on the grave, filled with flowers, incense, and a half-eaten peyoung by its foot.

You sat there, in front of the grave, clutching onto the reviewers on your chest that you've made for him. You can only stare and say your prayers as much as you can, but nothing can bring him back.

And at that moment, once again, your world is turning into silence.

If someone would ask you how you found most of the good things in your life, you could probably say you found them when you were alone.

You met your decade-long bestfriend sitting by an empty waiting shed. You got the kindest, most adorable pup you have by wandering off the streets looking for your friend's home. You've found a homey diner that brings good memories because you were once lost, then found.

After all, you would not have met Baji and had all the good times with him if not for the afternoon that you were alone attending to your library duties.

But as others have said,

All good things must come to an end.

a/n: Woah thank you for making it this far and supporting my fic <3 I am always grateful for you guys for reading through my work :')) I'm sending love and hugs to all of you out there you bawled your eyes for baji :'))

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yoontaethings · 3 years

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normal kind of love — jjk (1)

pairing: jungkook x reader

rating: explicit

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a lot of cussing and some teasing if you squint, but other than that none really (the warnings will come next chapter lmao)

you’re one half of hollywood’s on-screen it couple. the greatest chemistry known on-screen with the one and only, jeon jungkook, the bane of your existence.

a/n: this was supposed to be a longer chapter but i decided to split it in half to tease potential readers mwahaha btw this chapter is very very unedited, though i did postpone the upload because i had to remove some parts because i just thought the story didn’t need those bits anymore lol but the rest of this story i haven’t even read through yet, i just wrote and wrote and wrote so please excuse any errors (my tenses might also not be consistent but i’ll edit this soon)

taglist: @min-nicoleee @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @kokoandkookie @somelazysundays

There was no way.

There was no way in hell they were pairing you up with him. Again.

You were confirmed to be cast as the female lead in the movie before any other characters were casted. They should have chosen a different male lead for this romance film. Heck, even Kim Taehyung, a friend of yours, received an offer for the role and you were certain he planned to take it. Unfortunately for you, even if Taehyung wanted the role, he couldn’t accept it because of scheduling conflict with another film he’s already working on.

Jeon Jungkook, an actor you starred alongside in “Dangerous Illusion”, was just confirmed as the male lead of your upcoming movie “Chosen for Pleasure”. The same man who seemed to make it his life goal to ruin you. After Jungkook was confirmed to play the male lead in your upcoming movie, fans on Twitter have been blowing up about it and made you two a trending topic worldwide. Elated fans mentioned you in their tweets expressing how happy they were to see you two again together. You wish you could say you felt the same.

The previous movie you worked on was a thriller/mystery. You played the part of Jungkook's wife in the film. The film was a blockbuster hit, as a result of the well-thought storyline, yet additionally because of its leads. Fans adored the chemistry between you and Jungkook, regardless of not having a lot of romantic scenes in the film. There were a lot of fans who wanted to see you two on-screen once more, this time, in a romance focused film. Looks like their wishes were coming true.

To add insult to injury, your impending film was going to be an adult romance. It required some steamy scenes that normally didn't trouble you because you were a true professional, yet absolutely irritates you now since you need to do them with Jeon Jungkook.

The script reading was to be done today and your eyes opened an hour later than the time you set for your alarm because of the fucking snooze button. Seriously, why were snooze buttons even invented? They just allowed people to sleep through their alarms continuously.

Hand reaching for the phone on your nightstand, you knocked over a booklet that was over it. It was the script you spent hours reading to grab a sense of the character you were going to portray. Obviously, you already knew the basics about the part you were going to play, but knowing the entire story helped in portraying your character.

Your eyes squinted at the bright light of your phone that had the numbers 8:33 glaring at you, unlocking it to see a couple of texts and missed calls from your manager.

‘Are you awake yet?’

‘Please don’t tell me you forgot about the script reading today’

‘Ok I know you’re still asleep but just make sure you get ready on time, being late won’t do you and your image any favors’

‘I’ll pick you up at 9’

You rolled your eyes at his messages. You loved Hoseok and he was the best manager you could have been given from your agency, but he nagged too much. He was also your friend and his endless nags made you want to rip your eyeballs out sometimes because even when you’re supposed to unwind with him, he never forgets to remind you of your job.

‘I’m the fucking lead, Hobi, they’ll wait for me’

You slapped your phone back onto the nightstand and started going about with your morning routine. You didn’t have a lot of time, and even though you knew they would definitely wait for you, you hated being that bitch who made people wait so you took a quick shower and slapped on some sunscreen, powder, and finishing off with your go-to lipstick. You didn’t bother with makeup and dressing up. This was just going to be a script reading and sure, there were going to be photos taken but the thousands of dollars you’ve spent on facials and treatments already made sure your face was at least flawless despite the lack of effort.

Bringing only your phone, wallet and script, you exited your building and as usual, a shiny black van already awaited outside. Hoseok was leaning on it, scrolling through his phone when he sensed your presence and looked up.

“Oh, thank god you’re on time.” He exhaled in relief, pocketing his phone.

“I value sleep but you’re well aware I also value my career.”

Hoseok grinned. “Now there’s the y/n I know.” He then slid the van door open and you entered without another word.

The drive was pretty much uneventful, with you scrolling through your social media, seeing what fans have been tweeting about recently and with Hoseok humming along to the random pop music playing.

You longed for a distraction, something much more interesting than working your thumb throughout the drive because of the chasm that you were about to jump into when you arrived on set. You weren’t stupid enough to forget about the man who got the role of your romantic interest in the film. But you were wise enough to not let it haunt you for the past weeks. Now though, you can’t really avoid it anymore since you were supposed to be seeing him in person again after almost 2 years. You didn’t exactly leave on the best terms with Jungkook but who knows, maybe you’ll be able to act civil around each other.

At least you were sure you were going to act civil around him, already decided on taking the higher path. You’re not so sure about him, but fingers crossed he’ll at least be an adult about the situation and pretend he can stand being in the same room as you.

Soon enough, you were entering the room the script reading was to be held in. Bowing and greeting the actors and staff seated around the table as you passed by to get to the last vacant seat. You caught Jungkook’s eyes following your movements as you sat down. Luckily, he was seated across from you and it was easier to ignore his presence with the staff members greeting and coddling you.

As always, script reading began with actors introducing themselves and the role they’re going to play. As the female lead, you started off.

“Hello everyone. I’m y/n y/l/n and I’m going to take on the role of Yuri.” Hands clapped around you as you sat back down.

“Hello, I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’ll be playing Ryan.”

You didn’t bother clapping unlike the rest and avoided the eyes of the voice’s origin.

The script reading continued without a hitch– for the most part. The other cast members were very friendly, and laughter was exchanged during the read. The same couldn’t be said for you and Jungkook though.

When lines between your characters were exchanged, there was a weird tension in the room. It felt like everyone else were holding their breaths and waiting for either of you two explode and announce that you can’t do this film anymore. As dramatic as that would be, none of that happened. Instead, cheesy romantic lines sounded flat and bored from both you and Jungkook. The director made a tsk-ing sound whenever that happened.

“It’s always been you.” You read. The script said that Yuri and Ryan stared in adoration towards each other before Ryan uttered his next words.

“Marry me?” Jungkook asked.

You nodded your head as a wrap for the script reading. According to the script, there was supposed to be a kissing scene at the end, so you make ridiculous smooching noises. The cast burst into giggles before the director stood from his seat.

“…and that’s a wrap!” He clasped his hands together. “Hopefully when we start shooting things only look up from there.” He flitted his eyes between you and Jungkook.

Honestly, you wish that too but from yours and Jungkook’s history, you don’t really think that’s possible.

You were both professionals though and you’re sure you could at least count on him to make the on-screen romance feel real.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok said with pity in his eyes.

“Wha- but… why?” You asked, confused with what was happening.

Your part in the new film ‘The Notebook: Remake’ has apparently been withdrawn. As one of the rising stars in Hollywood, this was a really great opportunity for you. It’s one of the most anticipated films and accepting the offer of being the female lead in the movie was a no-brainer. Anyone who refuses that role is just stupid.

But now they were apparently taking it back.

Hoseok sighed. “There were too many scandals surrounding you recently. It doesn’t matter if they’re true or not, but you’ve been seen in hotels that Jeon Jungkook has been in too, and in everyone’s eyes you’re now secretly seeing him.”

“But we’ve never even been seen together in any of those photos. Don’t people know the word fucking coincidence?” Your brows furrowed, fists clenching at your sides. “And what does this have to do with my role in the film?”

“It seems they wanted someone with a ‘cleaner image’ and someone who’ll get the film to be a hit. Apparently, the romance won't be convincing if the female lead is dating someone in real life.”

You stared at Hoseok. He stared back waiting for a lash out, an angry outburst, anything really, but you remained silent, eyes unmoving. Soon enough, the dam doors burst open and the tears suddenly came streaming down your face. Hoseok exhaled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hobi what did I do so wrong to deserve this?” you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, it’s not your fault they’re all dumbasses. But you know the industry, y/n. We’ll find better films for you, okay?”

“Why is Jeon Jungkook such a thorn on my side? Why is he always ruining everything for me?”

“We can’t blame him, honey. He’s probably a victim in this too because of those damn rumor outlets.” Hoseok rubbed his hands along your back.

“But I’m getting the short end of the stick! The rumor is probably just feeding his bad boy persona!”

“Life’s unfair, y/n. Surely by now you’re aware of that. Just remember, karma’s going to bite them in the ass someday, okay? For now, do you want to call it a day and go home? I’ll drive you back and I’ll just report to the agency that you’re not feeling well.”

You nod your head, too listless to bother answering with words because there was only one thing on your mind right now.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good looks. He just ruined the best opportunity for you. You were going to get him back for this. Like Hoseok said, karma’s going to bite him in the ass someday. And that karma was going to be you.

You were supposed to be looking forward to filming one of your dream movies with your dream director. But all you felt was dread when you arrived on set. You promised yourself that you’d stay unaffected to Jeon Jungkook, but you couldn’t help the distaste for him to be left on your face while filming.

The scene you were shooting was when your characters first met and the first takes were a total disaster. You and Jungkook barely spared each other a glance, even when your character was supposed to be enticed by him, breaking down Yuri’s cold exterior. A break was called after the 6th take because the director was so frustrated that he looked like he was about to call the casting director and replace his two leads.

You sighed, not knowing what to do with yourself after the announcement of a break. Your feet led you to your dressing room, ready to pass out on the couch but before you could, someone barged in. Your head turned towards the door, expecting it to be your manager or the director or anyone really, just not the person who currently stood at the doorway.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asked. Your eyes were suddenly drawn to his biceps which bulged from his shirt as he crossed his arms. The damn arms looked delicious. Too bad they belonged to someone you would never ever be attracted to.

“Sure.” You shrugged your shoulders. You were sure he came here to talk to you about filming and how to work out your indifferences and shit like that and honestly, you were so tired of hating him you’re ready to just go along with whatever. Hating someone actually takes a lot of effort, you realize.

Jungkook stepped towards you until he’s close enough that you had to tilt your head upwards to look at his eyes. His eyes locked on yours for a moment before his arms uncrossed and one of his hands landed on the wall behind you. He successfully caged you in with no way out. His lips part and your eyes are drawn to the movement, feeling his exhales on your nose. You swallowed nervously.

Good lord his breath smelled so good.

“Babe, I’m sure you’re just as thrilled as I am to be working with you again as you are with me, but let’s not mess this up okay? Let’s get this over with perfectly and quickly so we don’t have to deal with each other again after. Deal?” His eyebrows raised in question and you nodded dumbly, unable to form a coherent sentence with how close he was to you.

You felt a sudden rush of heat down there and was mentally cursing the man in front of you for how much he was affecting you. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in closer to your face as if he was about to kiss you then he suddenly stopped, his mouth forming a smirk, taunting you.

That smirk was all it took for you to snap back to reality. No, you were not going to let him take the upper hand here. A burst of confidence surged through you as you leaned closer to him too and allowed your lips to brush lightly against his cheek.

“Deal.”

You pulled away, satisfied with how his lips drooped apparently not expecting that. You looked down and there it was, the tenting of his pants that brought a coy smile to your lips. Ha, take that.

You glanced back up at him, your fingers trailing over his thighs. “Aw, didn’t realize you saw me that way Jeon.” You abruptly pulled away and walked out of the room without another word, leaving him hard and defeated.

This is the beginning of his karma, you thought as you grinned to yourself.

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ready8210 · 5 years

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“Let me in your heart again”

1. He hates me

Vivian

Munich / Germany - Musicland Studios

I nervously pluck my blouse, sitting in the sparing lobby of Munich's „Musicland Studios", as I wait for the first "meeting" with my future „boss", no less than QUEEN.

You've read correctly. QUEEN! I can't get my head around it yet.

The band was searching for a photographer, to document the tour life and studio work of their upcoming "works" album and their following world - tour, which would later lead them - or should I say US - from Europe, over Asia, Australia to America and Africa.

I was one of the lucky ones, the band and management put on the shortlist in late October, last year. A view weeks later, I was informed that it was me, who would attend the band for the next two years.

Two years, I think to myself, wrinkling my brows in disbelief.

At this moment I don't know if I am incredible lucky or should be scared.

I still desperately try to smooth out the wrinkles on my pastel - yellow blouse, as I nervously scan the room. Leaning back in an uncomfortable armchair, I inhale deep as I gaze over my chosen outfit.

Earlier today I was frustrated standing in front of my closet, throwing around varying outfits, unable to decide what to wear for my meeting with the band.

What would one wear when meeting Queen?

I racked my brain this morning, that would change my whole life.

Needles to say I didn't come to an answer.

After one hour of putting on nearly all content of my wardrobe, I decided to go for casual and simple. I really didn't want to look like an applicant for a secretary job.

I wear that pastel yellow sleeveless blouse I already mentioned 2 times (you have to excuse, I'm extremely nervous), paired with light blue skinny jeans and simple pumps. My wavy hazelnut brown hair is put into a ponytail on this hot July summer day.

Fiddling with the strap of my bag, I hear a door open and dull music echoing in the hallways of the oppressive building.

It is QUEEN, I recognize immediately, forming a smile on my lips.

The music reaches my ears as I am leaning myself forward, trying to get closer to the source of sound.

There it is, the mesmerizing voice of the one and only Freddie Mercury, bringing on goosebumps all over my body. I cling to the armrest, on the chair I am sitting in, as the door closes and the sound fades all to fast.

As you can imagine, this last event didn't lessen my massive nervousness.

You now may've recognized for whom of the four bandmates my heart beats.

In certain circumstances this may change within the next hour. But it don't want to anticipate things.

„Miss Kurzmann" a monotone voice behind a to high counter tears me from my thoughts. „Mr Beach will arrive in about 15 minutes. Can I offer you some tee, coffee or water in the meantime?"

„Just water, thank you" I respond barely audible, biting on my lip. I couldn't handle more at the current stage of my tense mood.

15 minutes. Great. 15 minutes unsuccessfully trying to cool down my nerves, to later make a "smooth" impression.

"Here you go, Ms", I hear the monotone voice again, coming closer, handing me my water.

She's a quiet conservative dressed, middle aged woman, wearing her grey curly hair in a shoulder-length bob. The kind of person, you wouldn't expect to work in a studio, with an endless coming and going of superstars.

Otherwise today its me, sitting in that exact same front hall.

I am by all means far from being conservative, but at the same time, even more far from being some "rockstar material".

The reserved type, always taking a backseat and avoiding the spotlight like wolves the fire.

Ok, I have to confess "reserved" is an understatement. I'm hopelessly shy, especially when it comes to situations like today. Not that I would experience something like this every day.

The only possible outcome for today is disaster.

"Ok, time to relax Viv, you already have the bloody job. Get a grip!!" I quietly whisper, trying to convince myself for the remaining time sitting there.

"Still 11 minutes to go" I mumble, as I look at my watch with trembling hands.

"Your first time?" A voice from the other end of the room brings me back to reality.

"Please excuse me, is it your first time working for a band like Queen?" She quickly continuous.

All I can manage as response, is putting on a tortured smile while nodding almost invisible.

"Don't worry Ms, the band is absolutely thrilled by your photographs and barely can await to finally meet you. And by the way, they won't give you a hard time. They're all relaxed, down to earth guys.

Relaxed,.... so the complete opposite of me, it crosses my mind, as I stare at my watch again.

"9 minutes" I whisper, while watching visitors entering the building.

I hesitantly sip on my water, to not look to helpless and lost and to somehow BRIDGE the DAMN REMAINING 9 MINUTES. Please excuse my little emotional outburst.

Ok Viv....

Oh, crap! Now I realize, I haven't introduced myself to you.

I'll cut it short.

I'm Vivian Kurzmann, 33 years old/young (it's up to you to decide), born and raised in Germany, living in London, in the middle of a divorce, freelance photographer with passion and right now on a kamikaze mission.

"Ok Viv. Think about ways to relax!" I tell myself a tad to loud.

"Excuse me? You need something Ms?" It echoes in the room.

"Oh, I'm ...I was just reading something". To cover up my little white lie, I grab the first magazine I can find, from a massive steel table, right in front of me.

Under extreme tension, I flip through the magazine, without even realizing what I'm looking at.

Maybe I find an article about reducing stress in here?

Come on Viv, figure something out. I try to remember while laying back the unhelpful piece of paper.

"Autogenic training!" I mumble. Wrong time wrong place. Don't be ridiculous.

"Smoking?" Yes, I smoke now and than, an awful habit, I know. I decide to quit smoking for today, not wanting to risk to smell like a bilgy ashtray.

"Meditation, Yoga, ...." Google shows me some options on my phone, which I grabbed earlier to soothe my trembling hands.

"Very helpful fuc*** World Wide Web. I cannot possibly roll out my yoga mat in here and do the downward dog." I mutter and shut google down.

Taking a quick look on my phone, I realize: 4 more minutes to go.

Breath Viv, you can do this!!!!! I remind myself over and over again in my mind, that goes absolutely crazy at the very moment.

"Ms Kurzmann, Mr Beach has arrived and will be here in a minute." the nice woman informs me.

Nodding confirmative I gasp a simple "thank you."

Time stretches like chewing gum, as I finally hear a male voice approaching me. "Ms Kurzmann, I welcome you to the "Musicland Studios". I'm delighted to finally meet you in person. I'm already a big fan and admirer of your work." a brightly smiling, effusive gesticulating man surprises me, holding out his hand to me.

"Oh excuse me Ms. My name is Jim Beach."

"Kurzmann, the pleasure's all mine." I babble, while standing up way to fast, almost bumping into him.

Where's the exit? Last chance to do a runner. I helplessly look around. I must look like turkeys voting for christmas, at least I feel this way.

Mr. Beach wastes no time, taking me along the gloomy corridors towards the studio where the band is recording. "I will introduce you to the band to get to know each other and have a quick talk. Let me tell you, you really made an impression." He winks at me walking besides me. "May I ask you to take you to my office afterwards. I would like to discuss the business side and do the paperwork?"

As I stammer a convincing "sure", we reach the door of our destination, noticing, considering the amount of noise and swearing, a heated discussion reaches its peak.

Mr beach opens the door, rolling his eyes while he whispers at me "please excuse this....rockstars at work."

I can't bite back a chuckle, as the door swings open.

"Guys I want to introduce you to Ms Kurzmann." He shouts.

For a split of a second I want to curl up and die.

Much to my reassurance, the band don't even recognize the two intruders and continue their argument.

The man at my side now starts to get uneasy and tenses up, as he screams again. "DAMN GUYS!!!!"

I quickly notice the heat growing in my cheeks, as all eyes lay on us. No, on ME.

Viv, damn, now of all times. Think about ....ice....no, Antarctica, .....uh. FU**

I can only let my gaze wander for a view seconds and take in the room, as a sympathetically grinning young man, with blonde tousled hair and sunglasses - I guess the sun always shines for him, even in a pitch black cellar - room. - sprints towards me, with joyfulness and flings his arms around my neck. "Hi sweetie. Vivian, right? I'm Roger. Roger Taylor, the drummer of the pack." He sputters, as he steps back again, while turning to face the band and rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Taylor." I smile at him bashfully.

"I'll call you Viv...can I call you Viv?" I'm just Roger." He grins, with the brightest smile he can pull of.

"Alright, just Roger ." I joke, unable to suppress a giggle.

"Brian, come over!" He shouts to a large, lean man with a giant mane of brown curly hair.

The shaggy man puts down his guitar, leaning it against the wall and strolls towards me, kindly smiling, reaching out his hand for me. "Ms Kurzmann, it's a pleasure. I'm Brian May."

I like him already. He has this strongly soothing impact. At this moment....priceless.

"Vivian Kurzmann, my pleasure." I reply affectionately.

Viv, you're almost done, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...it wheels in my head.

Suddenly a shyly smiling man with guitar, is standing in front of me and introduces himself as John Deacon, the bassist of the group. "Miss Kurzmann, welcome to chaos." He jokes.

"I'm very pleased to meet you Mr Deacon." I give him a handshake, a bit to long as I try to interpret his restrained smile.

I think I like John Deacon, he's just like me. Exaggerated shy and reserved. My clone.

I neglect the fact that this man is a music genius!

"FREDDIE, what the hell takes you this long? Take your ass over here!!! I hear the blonde yell behind the mixing console, interrupting my thoughts.

Ok. The time has come. Breeeeath! Don't get hysterical. I internally scream. There's still some hope, this will work out right.

After a while, what seemed like eternity, no less than Freddie Mercury in flash and bone, appears in the room.

Like a tiger on prowl, he paces at me with slow, cautious moves, his lips formed into a devilish grin.

I can swear everything happens in slow motion.

I can feel his eyes - oh yes, his eyes, his beautiful big brown oceans, framed by those incredible long lashes, I could sink into right now - examine every inch of my trembling body as he spits out words, that break down my idyllic world.

"So you're the one to trample on my privacy from now on, like any greedy paparazzi, reporter and journalist out there?" He hisses while hesitating to reach his hand out to me.

I suppose that means FREDDIE MERCURY HATES ME??!!

As he construes my slack jawed and shocked expression, he continues in a dismissive tone.

"I think you know who I am, but what's your name again?

Pulling my hand away that won't receive a handshake from Freddie Mercury today, I stutter "Kurz.....Vi Vivian Kurzmann."

"Kurz Vivian Kurzmann?" he apes me, grinning cheekily, waiting for me to break down.

"This will be fun." He laughs, while shaking his head and stepping back.

STOP! Can we go back please? That's not how I fantasized this!

The thoughts in my head ride a rollercoaster when my stomach cramps at the last spoken words, still echoing in my head.

Everything feels unreal, as I stand there, watching everything in a haze.

Before I can realize what happens, he continues with a disdainfully look on his face.

"To get it straight. I'm not thrilled by the fact someone is chasing me day after day, to document every fucking move I make. I really appreciate my privacy and want you to respect this. No photos beyond the studio and the venues. Got it?"

This will be the most horrible two years of world history. Freddie Mercury hates me.

As he turns round and starts to stroll away and I almost pass out, I begin to stammer

"Mr Mercury I assure that your privacy and the privacy of everybody involved is crucial to me and I..."

„I find this a little hard to believe, considering you do the same like any fucking journalist. Dig around in others life's and take what you can get." he spits at me and turns his back on me.

Bracing up one last time, I start to answer him, as I hear John entering the conversation

"Freddie, calm down. Don't give that pure girl such a hard time."

Freddie disdainfully gazes at me one last time, before he enters the side room.

I can feel a hand on my shoulder, as I come back to reality. „He has his moods. Don't worry, in a view days he will be fine with it and won't cause any trouble." John is trying to calm me.

All I can manage is to nod like an idiot, still standing there, paralyzed from shock.

As I let my eyes wander around the room, Mr Beach stands behind me. He must have left the studio for our short encounter and came back at this disastrous moment.

„Ms Kurzmann, may I walk you out" he asks me politely. „I love to." I answer quickly, in a relieved voice. I just want get out of here. Somewhere far away from the predator, that just rent me.

John, Brian and Roger farewell me, cheering me up by telling me how they're looking forward, working with me.

„Don't worry about our little diva, Viv. He will calm down." Roger nudges me from the side.

„You'll see, he's not that bad." Brian encourages me calmly.

„Unless his shadow follows him." a joking Roger lets out.

„Shadow?" I can manage to ask, confusion washing over my now chalk white face.

„PAUL" they all shout, rolling their eyes in unison, before bursting out laughing.

As I want to dig deeper, Mr Beach interrupts us. „Ms Kurzmann..?" Turning towards him I notice,, he already stands besides the open door, waiting for me to follow him.

I turn to face the boys again. "See you in a view." I wink towards them, as I leave the room.

Disappointed, I couldn't take a closer look to the studio and the band working, I make my way out, following Mr. Beach.

A nice bunch of men, I think to myself, as we walk down the barren corridor, were it not for my new nemesis.

As I told you. Disaster.

Part 2 will follow soon.

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I didn't forget about you. Don't worry.

There's a lot of "bloggers", who takes time off, comes back and leaves again. I've done that a couple of times. This time, not the same as before. I choose to put a lot of my things in public. I was told when I was younger to share given its either good or bad. The audience might be inappropriate at times, but I do believe this blog is for me, if you happen to see it. I might be able to change you too. Somewhere in 2012, I decided to quit smoking cigarettes. I tried and I tried. I used to smoke a lot and I was smoking nearly a pack a day. You know what made me stop? When I wake up in the morning and I had to cough my lung open. That was it. In 2015, I "lost" who I thought was my best friend for the rest of my life. Up to today, she's around in my life but I don't think it will ever be the same again. Then in 2017, I went to Asia. I feel like I finally got to see the world. I went back to my birth place. I made peace with myself. It was time to move on. It's time to go back home to the Bay Area. And then, here I am today. I don't work for Wells Fargo anymore. I started with Chase about a month ago and I'm doing just fine. Not great, but fine. I'm back home. My house in Union City. Boy it's good to be home. I miss San Leandro, everything about you, I miss. I miss Oakland, glad I'm training in Oakland. I definitely miss San Francisco, you were always the closest city to me from Hong Kong. Then, Her. I talk a lot about Her on Instagram. I'm sure she sees my posts but I'm unsure if she knows who she is to me. Matter of fact, I don't even know if I know who she really is to me. Besides the last two years, I can say, I don't know what "hanging out" and "going out" really means. If you follow my Instagram, I've been drinking a lot of coffee and just going to places ever since I came back. In a way, Her, she taught me to do that. I was never a fan to go to a movie on a Friday night. I worked there for the longest time and she did too. I "went out of my comfort zone", and went to a movie on a Friday evening to watch a horror flick, and before the movie, went to have a couple of drinks too. If you know me long enough, I don't drink. One beer for the celebration, at max two beers because I feel brave for the day. Also, I don't do horror movies, my first movie that I watched with my mom when I was 5 or 6 was a horror flick, thanks mom, you're the real MVP. We also went to the movie theater that I hate the most, a place where I sweated and tried my best but came back empty handed, I hated that place so much. Then comes the movie. Not a bad one. A song came on. She said, "ouuu, Childish Gambino." Then it was like a bell that set off in my head. "Roc, you don't know jack about music nowadays!" After the movie, we went home. Although it wasn't the movie that I wanted to watch, but I learned one thing, a very important thing. "Don't be anti-social." Couple of weeks later, I left Sacramento abruptly. She was one of the first people that I texted. I was nervous about the uncertainty in life at the moment. Her. I wanted to be like her. Free spirited, always smiling and never having a bad day, and so it seems. During my Funemployment days, I sent her some flowers, because she helped me during my time and she needed some #positivity in her life too. I see it, I feel it. Her. She's beautiful and attractive. Rocky always have a soft spot with girls that has a pretty smile. It's a killer. The next time I seen her in person was at the Warriors game. I have no balls to ask her to hang out with me, so I asked a dear friend over the net to help me ask. We went. You know, I didn't even care about the game that day. I just wanted to talk to her. I just wanted to have some good conversations with her. I think we did. I thought the game went by so fast, no diss Oracle Arena, but maybe I was too focused on her, but it felt like the world was just her and I and nothing else. Well, lately I've been stressed to the core about licensing exam for Chase. If I don't pass, I literally won't have a job. To now, I can't say I'm confident, but I'm definitely in a better place than last week. Then to a couple of days ago... I put my head into this study guide, all 500 pages of it and read it at least twice already. I studied in the morning, afternoon and then evening comes, a text message shows up and say "let's meet up to study together." Anti-social Rocky, don't flake. It was about 9 o'clock and we couldn't find a place to study quietly. She found a place. On my way, on the freeway, I could just drive straight home. Anti-social Rocky, just go and say hi at least. No matter how tired you are, go for a minute or two. Turned into an hour. Then yesterday for the Warriors game, I literally woke up, studied, eat, watch the game, study, dinner, study. Well, that's my day for now. Every beginning of the week or end of the week, I try to send Her a text, letting Her know that it will be a great week. Same happened today. Then 3pm comes around, a friend texted me and told me The Roots is coming. I love The Roots. We are for sure going. Went on Facebook, trying to see who else is down. Then, Her, she's interested. Interesting. End of the story is almost here. This is the absolute climax of this story. She's quitting her job. She told me on Saturday she was going to do it. Monday, she did. I'm proud of Her. She got fed up. She's leaving her job. End of the day, because it is the right thing to do for her. She wasn't happy, why continue to force it? Oh and I asked Her if she was interested in going to see The Roots, she's down. I'm super excited. Here's my point. Yes, she is a special one. She is not like me. If this was in a banking world, I feel like I'm that portfolio that just goes with the safest routes. Then, she isn't. But the way that she lives her life is really who I want to be. Touché. I'm 33 and I'm single and not looking. At least, for the next two months or so, I cannot be focusing on impressing some girl. This job in front of me is what I've always wanted. I can't give up. I have to pass this. Now, let me tell you one last thing. I'm not restarting my blog and for a good reason. I haven't left and I'm still here. Just taking a break from letting my words out. Her, is a special one. Maybe I should man up and ask her to go on an actual date, but I do have all intentions to pass this exam. Maybe in the future, but for now, Anti-social Rocky, don't flake.

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