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SUMMARY: ellies lost her keys…again… luckily dina’s pretty friend has an empty bed
PAIRING: ellie williams x reader
WARNINGS: none?
A/N: i missed these and yall!! not fully back but i miss writing also if u see stranger things content don’t be alarmed! still v much in love with ellie and abs
‘ I FEEL SOMETHING WHEN I SEE YOU NOW ‘
elliewilliams
elliewilliams LET ME INNNNNNNN. JOEL PLEASE LET ME INNNNNNNN
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dina_nolastname BAAHHAHA IMAGIWN
elliewilliams i HATE you CRY URSELF TO SLEEP
joelmmm 💤💤💤
elliewilliams JOEL PLEASE UTS COLD
elliewilliams IM TIRED AND IM VERY SORRY
elliewilliams JOELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
jessesucks go to tommy and marias stupid
elliewilliams why didnt i think of that? oh wait I DID ITS 2 AM AND THEY HAVE A BABY STUPJD HOW DID YOU EVEN GRADUATE??!!?!?!
yourusername did u lose ur key again
elliewilliams …no… also HOW DO U KNOW AB THAT?!?!
yourusername dina talks a LOT when shes drunk
angel: ellie come to mine
ellie: huh?
a: ur locked out, im not, my beds made, urs probably isnt, come over.
e: u barely know me?!?!?
a: dina trusts u idc, come over rn or ill pick u up.
e: send me ur address.
“this was really nice of you.” ellies voice breaks the silence as make room for her beside you. you wave your hand, no worries, but she insists. “no seriously, you could’ve let me die. freeze. starve even.”
when you laugh she doesn’t think she’s ever heard a better sound. “ellie i don’t think any of those things would’ve happened.” you smile and lean on an elbow to look at her. “and i really don’t mind, gets lonely anyways. need a loser dork to fill the silence.” you tease.
she gasps in faux hurt, tracing an imaginary tear down her face.
elliewilliams
elliewilliams an ANGEL yall. $10,000,000 for her and her only.
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yourusername bye i let you stay over a night 😭 i didnt cure cancer
elliewilliams ur right. $100,000,000 mb
dina_nolastname *sighs*
elliewilliams i hate you.
joelmmm yourusername I am so sorry Ellie intruded, I’ll pay you for your time and kindness.
yourusername 😭😭 damn
elliewilliams ignore him, he drinks
yourusername its 8 am.
jessesucks oh you will NEVER live this down.
elliewilliams blocked.
a_anderson you are an embarrassment to society!
elliewilliams i hate all of u.
e: hey!
a: real chipper today huh
e: didn’t lose my key all week so yes very
e: i have a question tho
a: lmao im gonna steal ur key from u, whats up?
e: do u wanna go to a concert this weekend??
e: i bought the tickets for dina and i but she cancelled last minute and jesse cant go
e: its like 2 hours away on saturday
e: also do NOT touch my key please i m begging
a: yea actually id love too :)
a: text me the details
e: great
e: okay yea ofc
elliewilliams
elliewilliams so…
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dina_nolastname MRS STEAL UR GIRL
elliewilliams SHE WAS NEVER URS!!!
jessesucks GASPING when did this development occur.
elliewilliams 🤓☝️
jessesucks BREAK UP
yourusername girl on the left is sooo fine
elliewilliams crazy, im more into the one on the right
dina_nolastname yall r EMBARRASSING
joelmmm yourinstagram Come for dinner tomorrow! Would love to meet Ellie’s pick of the month. 🩷
yourinstagram GOODBYEEE
elliewilliams JOEL?!?!??!!!??!
yourusername
yourusername in an interesting turn of events…
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jessesucks GAG
yourusername this is why dina dumped you! 💋
dina_nolastname BYEEE true tho
elliewilliams bruh we are so cute
yourusername okay “bruh”
elliewilliams WIAT OM SORRY
dina_nolastname mrs. stolen girl 💔💔
yourusername im always urs bae
a_anderson wheres MY cute gf damn.
yourusername I KNOW SOMEONE WHOO LIIIIIIKES YOU!!
a_anderson SPILL.
elliewilliams go away! 💋
a: hey
e: hi
a: come over?
a: please?
e: are you okay??
a: just please come over.
e: im omw right now
e: be there in 10
e: unlock the front door
a knock on your door wakes you from the light sleep you’d been in. a small ‘come in’ has ellie gently opening the door and walking softly towards your bed. her hands brush hair from your face, a kind smile on her face. something you can’t pinpoint in her eyes.
“you doing okay babe?” her voice is just above a whisper, though no one else would be home to hear it otherwise. “tired?”
you hum an answer out and reach for one of her hands, fiddling with her rings and avoiding her eyes. “can you turn off the light and sit with me?” she smiles and nods, savoring one more second before standing and taking off her jacket while walking to the switch.
its still light out, the evening sun beginning to set but still lighting up enough of your room. as she’s getting in beside you, she notices what you’re wearing. “nice shirt,” ellie says with a snort.
its one of hers, you stole it a few weeks ago with no intention of giving it back. her heart grows as a small smile graces your features. “there she is.” you flush and turn away. she coos teasingly while getting comfortable behind you.
when you do turn, shes the perfect pillow. her fingers trace your features as your eyes shutter closed.
e: hi love, you wanna do something today?
a: you have something in mind?
e: thought we could go bowling
e: that new bowling place just opened downtown, looks cute
a: kinda tired. do something at home?
e: alreadyomw with snacks for u
a: youre the best.
a: i miss you.
e: i miss you too. you doing okay?
a: are you at work
a: im tired
e: i get off in 30
e: come over to mine, joel will let you in
a: okay
elliewilliams
elliewilliams bbg needs a NAP theyre grouchy
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yourusername i know where you live.
elliewilliams LOVE YA!
joelmmm Photo creds.
elliewilliams sighs.
dina_nolastname angel ALWAYS needs nap bro gets really grumpy
yourusername I ALSO KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
dina_nolastname see? grumpy.
jessesucks we’ve all seen the pictures she looks absolutely BEAUTIFUL, uhm… and he’s there… (ellie is he)
dina_nolastname (ellie is he) BYE
yourusername HEY JESSIE WOAHHH FEELS LIKE A PARTY EVERYDAY
elliewilliams remember when dina dumped u?
a: can we go to the aquarium
e: you feel up to it?
a: no obviously i asked because i don’t
e: OKAY SORRY DAMN
e: god just being a supportive girlfriend and this is what i get.
a: GOODBYE I DONT WANNA GO ANYMORE
e: no im sorry im sorry im sorry i wanna go
a: YAY
a: pick me up in 30 pls
e: of course love
e: im glad you’re feeling better
e: very excited rn
yourusername
yourusername finally left the house after 72628748829 years
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elliewilliams @ the guy who took this for us ur so real
yourusername YEA!!!!!!
dina_nolastname yall r so cute CRY
yourusername u want me fr
jessesucks ICK
dina_nolastname this is why i dumped u
elliewilliams
elliewilliams a moment for the gf!
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yourusername OF ALL THE THINGS YOU POST THIS?!?!? THIS?!!!!!!!?
elliewilliams but u look so pretty
yourusername CHOKE ily
elliewilliams I love YOU
dina_nolastname my wife is so gorg
elliewilliams back off?
yourusername LADIES LADIES theres enough of me to go around
jessesucks cute ig
joelmmm You found a good one babygirl!
elliewilliams DAMN RIGHT I DID
e: hey i love you
a: i love you too
a: u lose ur key again?
e: …
a: ffs come over good god
e: already here!
a: R U IN MY KITCHEN??!
e: ur mom says hi
e: be up in a sec!! snacks!
#! kates babes !#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams fluff#ellie x reader#🎵 smau 🎵
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BODY PILLOW
Haechan x fem!reader
Haechan is in a relationship with you even before he debuted, you were there through thick and thin. Luckily his company allowed him to date. It’s been 7 years and you guys are still going strong. Now that he’s on a world tour, it made you guys be in a long distance relationship. Haechan would call you before his flight and even after his landing, he also calls you before and after the concert. Haechan is a clingy man so it’s hard for him not being with his girlfriend. His friends text you that your boyfriend always has his body pillow and keep cuddling it pretending it's you. He also talks in his sleep which makes it even funnier. You always tease him about that, He keeps denying it so he won't look like he’s missing you too much.
Finally the concert ended. Haechan texted you that he’s just gonna take a shower and he’ll call you right after.
While waiting for him, you just scrolled through instagram and saw those fan posts about the concert. You couldn’t be more proud of him,7 years ago, he was just your boyfriend with big dreams. Now he has reached his dreams with you. Everyday he would tell you how thankful he is because you never left him behind. I mean isn’t that what you’re supposed to do if you love your boyfriend? Never leaving their sides whatever happens. He’s not the only successful person here in your relationship. Of course you have your own Cafe that you and Haechan planned. When you guys are together he would help you with the work.
RING RING RING
Haechan is calling….
Finally he called, You answered the phone and you were greeted with Haechan smiling. He was wearing a Black shirt and had his dinner on the table. Looks like he’s just eating dinner now.
“Baby Hello” He cheerfully said.
“Hey baby, You’re just eating dinner now?” You asked him.
“Yes, It’s only 7pm here so it’s not too late”
“You better finish your meal, How was the concert?”
“It was wonderful. The fans are super loud and it's fun interacting with them” He said, While he was telling me how it went, You could see his smile while telling you what they did and how he felt whenever he’s interacting with the fans. He really loves performing.
“That’s great love, Are you still hugging that body pillow and pretending it’s me?” You teased him. He gave you that side eye thing which made you laugh
“Heyyyy, I do not”
“Baby stop denying, Renjun just sent me a picture of you hugging the pillow” He covered his face because he’s shy. Why is he shy when you've been together for a long time. You already saw all of his other personalities
“Stop it”
“Okay okay I’ll stop, Just wait a little more baby. Next thing you know you’re cuddling with the real girlfriend not the body pillow anymore” You both laughed.
“It’s hard without you here, I wish you were here with me” He said looking down.
“I wish that too” Little did he know, You bought tickets to see him tomorrow. Everybody knows except him.
“Come eat dinner with me” He said pointing the camera to his food. You accepted his offer and went to the dining room so you could eat together.
“What are you having?” He asked.
“I’m having Spaghetti and Meatballs, How about you?”
“Steak” He happily answered.
“Boy you do love steak huh?”
“Of course, but it would taste better if you cooked it”
“That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard from you” you said laughing
You ate and talked until he fell asleep. He was very tired so you waited for him to fall asleep and ended the call. He looks so pretty when he sleeps.
NEXT DAY
Finally it’s the day you’re going to surprise your boyfriend by flying over to him. You packed clothes that it’s good for a week so you’re going to be coming with him when they fly to the next destination of their tour.
You texted Renjun that you’re landing so they could pick you up. The plan was pretending to be the room service that would deliver the food to Haechan’s room.
Finally you guys arrived at the hotel they’re staying at, Haechan just ordered food which is a good timing, you guys talked to the hotel staff about the plan and they immediately agreed so you just waited for the food to get ready and went to his room. You rang the doorbell and shouted room service. Haechan opened the door and didn’t notice you at first because you were wearing a snapback until you put down his food and removed your hat.
“What the hell are you doing here!?” He was shocked. He hugged you tight, you almost became a juice.
“I went here to surprise you! Hi baby” You said breaking the hug.
Haechan was speechless, He never suspected a thing. You pulled him for a kiss that turned into a make out. Haechan started holding your waist, That gave you butterflies.
“You wore a dress coming here? Isn’t the airport cold?” He said between the kisses. He was dominating you, you couldn’t respond. You just let out a moan indicating that it is cold. But you did it on purpose, You both are deprived of each other and savoring each moment.
“Are we seriously doing this now? Mmh-” You let out a moan while he’s kissing your neck.
“Just a quickie” He said continuing to devour you
“We both know how this will end babe” You said letting out a whimper everytime he finds the weak spot in your body, He’s really good at this it’s like he knows where your weaknesses are
“Please?” He begged, Your worst nightmare is him begging for you, You love it when he begs so you just gave in.
You guys just made love to each other. Your boyfriend has plenty of free time so why not spend it in his room right? After making love you both showered together. Of course knowing your boyfriend? He’s a sneaky little pervert who gets his way with you. You just had sex with your boyfriend in the shower but this time he went rough on you. After having sex with your bf you fell asleep. And he got ready for the concert.
After he got ready, he woke you up.
“Love? Wake up” He said softly tapping you
“What do you want?” You said, you are pretty grumpy. Since he got you tired from all the things you both did.
“The concert will start in 2 hours. Do you want to go with me and stay at the back stage?”
“Okay, just wait for me. I'm gonna get dressed.” You got dressed and went with your boyfriend.
IN THE VAN
“You’re gonna do great there baby. Serve like you always do” You said hyping him up, He loves it when you’re praising him. One of his kinks lol
“If I did good there, I'm gonna get my reward right?” He whispered to me. He gave you goosebumps. You just lightly hit his arm because you guys are with his members. But you nodded, You saw your boyfriend smirked which tells you he’s planning something.
After the concert, You gave him the reward he’s talking about. Filling the room with loud noises.
When you guys both got done making love to each other, You guys exchanged Ily’s and Haechan telling you that this is the best day ever.
“I told you, you’re cuddling with your real girlfriend now.” I teased him.
“You’re the definition of “Never let them know your next move.” You know how to surprise me, I love you” He said leaving one last kiss on the lips before we went to sleep.
#nct haechan#nct fluff#nct scenarios#nct imagines#nct smut#nct x reader#nct dream#haechan#haechan smut
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YENQA’S MASTERLIST
ENHYPEN MASTERLIST
f – fluff a – angst d – drabble o – 3k+ word fic s – smau t – texts ✪ – discontinued/on hold ☆ – personal favorite
ot7
enha reaction to you getting glasses! f, d
how you spend a snowy day with them! f, d
enha reaction to you going to their concert! f, d
acts of service with enha! f, d
l.hs
house of cards a, d
your relationship with heeseung fell, like a house of cards.
new romantics! f, s,
in which y/n continuously struggles to contain her growing feelings for her crush (and longtime friend), lee heeseung.
smart f, d, ☆
in which a tutor session with you leads to heeseung finding out how incredibly smart he is.
10 things i hate about you teaser f, a, o ☆
you hate heeseung. you hate his snobby little voice, his stupid little glasses that are too big for him, his nosiness, and his ability to prove anything or anyone wrong easily. you hate hate hate the way you try to avoid him, but somehow he’s always around, and he can’t see how much you hate him. you swear nothing could make you like him, but after you get caught in a sticky situation with him playing your knight in shining armor, you realize that maybe he isn’t so bad after all.
p.js
apple cider teaser f, a, o
SEQUEL! apple cider (bedroom sessions) teaser
when a heartbroken girl meets a heartbreaker and they bond over apple cider.
sunsets (when jay can’t help but be cliche) f, d, ☆
watching a sunset with jay.
poems in verse(s) f, a, o
you meet jay randomly on a subway, and soon your conversation turns into more than just the silly poem book he’s reading
the line in between f, d, ☆
in which it’s new year’s eve, 1999. and jay finds you on his doorstep right before midnight.
ADVANTAGES f, a, s
on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?
DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN, ABOUT YOU? f,d
how often jay thinks of you.
s.jy
here with me f, d
during your trip to go eat sushi, you not only find your new favorite song, but your new favorite person to listen to it with.
die first a, d
though you never cared about anything. but between the two of you, you would hope to die first.
loving you f, d
the color of your love.
lucky day f,d
in which jake freaks out and sells you coffee for 90% off for “wear a blue shirt” day.
p.sh
crave you f, a, d
you were a very popular girl to say the least, almost every boy wanted you, but why did he not want you?
she plays bass! teaser f, a, o
prince sunghoon had a boring life. never had he ever gone out with his friends or fallen in love like a normal teenager (not like he liked the idea of falling in love). instead, he was forced to prepare for when he would be crowned king. but when your band, le sserafim is invited to play at the royal palace. his perspective on love would change all because of you.
glue song! f, a, s, ✪
when you realizes the man of your dreams has been right in front of you after all.
angel f,d,
sunghoon can’t seem to figure out if you’re human or an angel.
k.sn
fairy of shampoo f, d
sunoo sees you in a shampoo ad and thinks way more romantically of you then he should. luckily niki is there to help him.
four words a, d
the four words that ruined everything
i’ll be putting on a suit, be tip toeing to you if youre down for it f,d
on a planned night in, sunoo shows up in a tuxedo.
y.jw
wisdom man f, d
you just got your wisdom teeth taken out, who’s there to comfort you? jungwon of course!
moonlight river a, d
the feelings moonlight river brought you were being loved and to love. but since he was gone, all you felt was sorrowful about the place.
raindrops f,d
after a long celebration for his birthday, jungwon finally lies down. he loves watching movies to relax, but he definitely loves you more.
to be loved is to be known a,d
jungwon knows you. he knows you so well that he can tell when you’ve fallen out of love with him.
n.rk
more time with you! f, a, s
a new idol variety show makes 4th generation maknaes take care of a kid for a month! what happens when niki gets paired with a random girl who he maybe had one interaction with a few months ago? and when the reality show ends, why does he want to spend more time with you?
cranberry juice f, a, d
riki’s prank goes too far… and suddenly you’re ignoring him! how will he fix this?
childish f, d
niki comforting you after you having a hard time studying.
bf texts with niki! a,f,t
when you miss him when he’s on tour
night secrets f,a,d
in which the two of you reveal your deepest secrets to the other in the middle of the night.
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Good Boy Kazutora x Reader
Chapter 2
Y/N POV
I feel bad for not saying anything to Kazutora sooner. I’ve been hiding a secret from him for the longest but he has the right to know. Ever since we’ve been fucking in secret everyday I’ve been getting a bad feeling, a feeling that we should stop but deep down we both know that eachother doesn’t want to. I heard a knock on the door, I finished cleaning off the table and answered the door seeing my daughter Hestia and my son Alistar. Hestia and I shared the same hair color and hair texture. The only difference was she gets her eyes from her dad. With Alistar he had the same hair texture as me but shared his dad’s hair color and had my eye color. Hestia is the oldest being 9 and Alistar being 6, every Monday their Dad dropped them off with me to have for the week and he sees them for the weekend. I know between us they’ll love me and their father the same even if we’re divorced. “How was Daddy’s house my cuties?” I say going in to hug them tightly as they hug me back. “We had so much fun! Daddy took us to see Gorillaz at a concert!” Hestia said, jumping up and down. “Woah did he now ?” They both nodded and ran into the house. I giggled following them inside, closing the door. “I made you both dinner and it’s both of y'all favorite separate dishes, Hestia I made you homemade lemon pepper boneless wings and for Alistar I made you spaghetti and meatballs. “ They gasp and run to the dining room immediately sitting at the table where their plates were. “Thank you Mommy!” They said in unison digging into their food. “You both are welcome, if you need anything I’ll be in the kitchen washing dishes!”
Timeskip
I put the kids to bed to get them ready for school in the morning. I walk into my bedroom immediately laying down, closing my eyes a little. Before I doze off I hear my phone ring. I immediately shot up, picking it up and answering. “Hello?” I said “Y/N can I come over? “ It was Kazutora. “You know my kids are here in Kazutora. It's Monday.” “I know but I’m lonely and I can’t wait till Friday night, please.” I sigh looking at the time and respond”Fine but you can’t stay for long, please leave at 5:00am they have school in the morning. ``''I’ll leave at 5:00am no worries! I’m on the way now.” He hung up immediately, I giggled a little. I've only seen him that excited when I praise him. Knowing Kazutora he would speed to get here. I throw on lingerie and put on a silk robe, doing my hair and makeup a bit until I hear my phone ding. I don’t read the message immediately, going to the front door to open it seeing Kazutora himself. “My intuition was right, you were here.” I say letting him inside, closing the door behind him. “ Sorry about yesterday, we got caught by my girlfriend luckily she was out with her friends all day today.” “ I understand Tora, no need to apologize.” I say as I pour myself some red wine and I pour him a glass of whiskey. “Tell me whenever you’re ready and we can start, unless you wanna get high first.” He nods, taking the glass of whiskey and taking a sip of it. “ I wanna fuck while we are high this time.” “You’re so lucky I pre-roll blunts just in case.” I say before heading to my room getting the blunt out my drawer. I light it and puff once while walking back to the living room. “Save some for me babe.” Kazutora Says as I pass it to him. “Don’t smoke all of it. I wanted to save some for later. “He nodded as we kept passing the blunt 5 more times to each other. That was enough to get us high at least. Kazutora slowly traced his hand up my thigh to my left boob, he slowly unties my robe as he goes in to kiss me and I kiss back. My robe falls onto the couch as he grabs my boobs playing with them by twisting my nipple and groping them. I was getting wetter by the second, he started kissing my neck making me moan a little. Without me noticing he unhooked my bra seeing it slide off of me. Kazutora grabs me, making me sit on his lap facing him. I grind against his clothed cock making him moan into the kiss. I unbutton his shirt sliding it off him, he kisses my neck and sucks on it making me cry out in pleasure. Immediately he smacks my ass making me yelp. “ You don’t wanna wake the kids now Mommy.” “S-Sorry, it just feels so good.” He chuckles before going back to feeling me up and down and kissing me all over. “Tora please, I need you inside now!” I hear him unbuckle his pants, sliding them and his boxers down a little and pulling his dick out. “I want you to ride me and if you get tired I’m taking over.” His tip was leaking already, I licked my lips as he slid my panties to the side. I was so hungry for his cock I just wanted it inside me stretching my tight pussy. I grabbed his cock slowly sinking down on it. I moan slightly, feeling his thick head stretch me out a little. Kazutora, being impatient, slammed his cock inside me, making me moan loudly, gripping his shoulders. “Idiot, why did you do that?” “You weren't going fast enough Mommy, you know how I like it.” My legs are shaking, I start moving my hips riding his cock slowly at first to adjust. I hear Kazutora let out small moans, I moan as it starts to feel good and start to bounce on his cock at a medium speed. He smacks my ass harder each time as a way of telling me to go faster which I do. “ Fucking hell you finna make me loose it.” Kazutora says while pinching my nipples, making me gasp. The more I ride him at a fast pace, the more tired my knees get, making me slow down a little. He didn’t like that one bit. Without warning Kazutora switches positions, having us in missionary with my legs above my head. “ I told you to do it right, didn't I?”
He thrust into me without warning fast pace hitting my deepest spots making me gasp and moan loudly. I tried to cover my mouth stopping myself from being too loud but he pushed my arms away saying” Don’t do it since you didn’t wanna follow directions.” “ I’m sorry Tora, please forgive me!!” His thrust became harder and faster I could tell he was close and so was I. “Where do you want it Mommy?” His breath is shaky. “ Inside, I want you to breed me!” He nods continuing his thrust until my phone rang. “ Shit! I’m gonna cum in your tight pussy Mommy!” I quickly grabbed my phone and answered without checking who it was. “ H-Hello?” “ Y/N it’s Mikey I just wanted to let you know I’m coming over later to check on you and the kids, someone got information on Bonten and I don’t know if they are gonna target you guys.” “ Mhm” is all I say because I don’t wanna blow my cover. “ You okay Y/N usually you respond better than-“ before I could hear Mikey’s sentence fully I was interrupted by Kazutora cumming inside me making me cum on his cock. I put my hand over my mouth with my whole body trembling. “ Y-Yes I’m fine, just tired I’ll talk to you more later.” I hung up immediately. Kazutora falls on top of me with his cock still in me as my pussy leaks of his cum. He quickly drifts to sleep as I’m alone in my thoughts.
Yes Manjiro Sano is my Baby Daddy and ex-husband, but Kazutora doesn’t need to know that.
#mikey sano smut#mikey x reader#tokyo revengers smut#anime#kazutora hanemiya smut#tokyo revengers#manga#kazutora smut#sub kazutora#bonten mikey
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Baby Steps
cw: mentions of injury (+ description of how it happened, skip the second paragraph if you don't want to read it); this happens after 'What Are We?', even though this is a standalone read you might be confused about what the "incident" is if you haven't read that mini series || era: may 2022
❀ After Mark and JiHo's "incident" there has been some tension between the two. JiHo decides to bite the bullet and confront the boy about it
While crossing the practise room where the members were getting ready for their next concert, a small grunt caught Mark’s attention. He turned to the source of the sound to find a tiny looking JiHo, squatting on the ground, cheeks puffed out in frustration as she tried to twist off the lid of a water bottle with her bandaged hand.
Just a day before the first concert of their Japanese dome tour, JiHo injured her hand while practising for her solo stage. The painful cry she let out that day still echoed through the boy’s mind whenever he looked at the thick bandages wrapped around her smaller hand. Luckily he didn’t see how JiHo’s face contorted in agony the second she hurt herself, but he could’ve sworn he heard the sound of JiHo’s knuckles make contact with the camera — that the cameraman mistakenly moved forward instead of back — that her microphone picked up and resonated through the venue.
Not able to watch any longer, Mark moved closer to the girl hearing her huff under her breath, “how is it this hard to open a bottle of water?”
It almost made Mark laugh, yet he only smiled at the girl’s antics, and he grabbed the bottle out of her hand, replacing it with the new one he just got out of the cooler — the last one — and opened for her.
“Thanks.” JiHo’s tone was a bit surprised, as she hadn’t seen Mark walk up to her. The boy only shook his head dismissively and started to walk away, bottle of almost lukewarm water in hand.
“Wait!” JiHo called after Mark, calling him back with a sad smile. “There’s something I need to say.”
Mark’s chest felt heavy, all of a sudden. Although he knew what she was going to tell him, he still felt nervous with anticipation. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe she wasn’t going to confront him about the two pretty much ignoring each other ever since their little incident happened.
JiHo sighed, “I know you’ve been avoiding me.”
Oh crap.
“Well, it would be wrong to say I haven’t been doing the same thing,” she chuckled, but it wasn’t coming from a place of amusement. “I just— I know after what happened things are a little weird, but”—she gulped—”we can’t keep doing this.”
When JiHo looked up at him, eyes almost questioning him if he was following, Mark nodded firmly; acknowledging that he was on the same page as her. “Things are awkward between us, and I don’t do ‘awkward’,” she laughed this time, Mark also joining with a chuckle. The tension felt a little less thick, but it was still very much there. “I’m not saying we should act like nothing happened, but it wouldn’t hurt to try to get over this.”
It’s like those words struck a heart string with the older boy. His body couldn’t help but physically react to what JiHo was saying and Mark let out a small gasp; catching himself on time to not make it too dramatic.
“I’m just scared that the fans might notice this weird air between us. So maybe let’s just try to… I don’t know, just let’s try to talk a bit more,” she explained. “Just like when you gave me this”—she looked down at the cold water bottle in her hands, Mark just gave to her—”you can just tell me something like ‘here’ or ‘take this’ or…”
JiHo’s voice slowly faltered the longer she spoke and it wasn’t hard for Mark to notice it was because of his lack of response.
“Yeah,” he began and almost immediately JiHo’s face began to light up. “I’ll try my hardest from now on.” JiHo smiled at the response, clearly appreciating the effort Mark was promising to put in. It was common knowledge between the two that it was Mark who was struggling more, yet JiHo was insanely patient.
“I’m sorry I put you in such a hard place—”
“No! JiHo, don’t apologise!” Mark's eyes widened in panic and he crouched down to sit next to her. “It’s not your fault at all,” he whispered this time. “I kinda caused all of this with my own stupidity…”
It became quiet between the two. Even though the other members and the staff were walking around, talking, some even yelling, as they went on with their day, for Mark it felt like it was just the two of them there.
He watched as JiHo completely spaced out, thoughts somewhere else. He noticed the furrowing of her brows, or the tiny twitches of her eyes and corners of her lips, but her expression was completely unreadable to him. Mark wanted to talk, say something to ease the building tension, but he couldn’t. Instead he studies JiHo’s microexpressions, entirely captivated; although that wasn’t the point. It was quite a fascinating thing that after all those years JiHo was still a mysterious and entrancing person to him.
“UGH!” JiHo’s loud groan caught the older boy off guard, sending a shock through his body as the girl threw her hands in the air. “This is so— AH!” Another groan — more like scream — came from the girl as she let her injured hand land on her head with a bit of force. Now, it wasn’t only her hand that was hurting, but her head as well as the small metal splint underneath her bandages hit the top of her head.
Mark’s eyes widened, taking in JiHo’s pained face. Her other hand immediately reached the top of her head to soothe the pain and Mark followed her lead, taking her injured hand into his own two hands, softly.
It was the first time in a while that Mark had been this close to JiHo. He couldn’t help the flare of his cheeks as he felt embarrassed by how his instinct and urge to take away her pain won over his hesitancy to be around her, let alone touch her those past weeks. It all went so fast, when he ducked his head, but didn’t miss the surprise in JiHo’s expression along with her teary eyes — tears that arose from the pain she was experiencing.
“Are you okay?” It was none other than Haechan’s concerned voice that broke the scene. JiHo turned to him, now sitting cross-legged in front of her, eyes wide and searching for any other injuries on the girl. Ever since she hurt herself, Haechan had been a bit “mother bird” on JiHo, hovering over her whenever she was going to do something that could potentially hurt her — even if it was the most minor thing like tying up her hair — or when she whimpered so silently she herself barely notice, because she accidentally brushed her hand against a table.
A few seconds passed without an answer from the girl, causing both boys to eye her with growing concern. But it was only when Haechan’s eyes locked onto JiHo’s that she answered with a dumb grin. “I’m okay, just was being stupid and hit my head with my hand,” she explained.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Haechan asked confused, pout very pronounced on his lips.
“It’s just funny how concerned you look, that’s all.” She smiled and looked down in her lap.
The same-aged boy was dumbfounded for a second, before he began to bicker with the girl, telling her that her safety wasn’t a joke and she should be more careful. The other boy however, continued to stroke JiHo’s palm and fingers softly, wordlessly. Even though he was sitting no further for JiHo than Haechan was, and he was actually making physical contact with her, he felt like he was so far away. Unable to participate in the conversation between the two youngest, he just sat there in silence.
However, it wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be. Haechan, although not acknowledging Mark’s presence, wasn’t actively trying to make the older boy feel left out. His body language was inviting enough for Mark to know that he wanted him to join the conversation, but also relaxed in a way that told him he wasn’t going to push his older friend if he didn’t feel like talking.
Mark also knew that JiHo wasn’t awkward with the pretty unusual situation they were in. When Mark’s fingers first stopped moving across her palm, she squeezed the boy’s hand very softly. At first he was afraid that he might’ve hurt her, but soon enough he realised that his soft touches were soothing her. So when Jaehyun sent an almost apologetic, sad smile his way from the other side of the room, Mark didn’t take it to heart. He might’ve looked like the sad second male lead in a sappy k-drama, but Mark preferred that over not being able to be close to JiHo at all.
They were baby steps. Very small, slow baby steps. And although painstakingly hard for him — and JiHo — he was ready to take each step to get back to how things used to be between him and JiHo. Because at that moment, when JiHo finally let her guard back down, with him so close and with her laughing, even if it wasn’t at something he said, Mark knew that it would be worth it if this was the JiHo he’d be able to experience all the time again.
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S/N: in today's episode of does the header have anything to do with the story? not at all, no correlation, I just thought it was cute. Also I don't know what I have with JiHo and hand injuries, it just kinda happens TT
ALSO it's almost Haechan's birthday, I'll probably be posting a few Haechan/dreamies posts this month or at least this coming week. I didn't plan for it to be because of Haechan's birthday, but ig he's special and is one of the only members that I write birthday posts for ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ HES MY BIAS OKAY! I can't help it (-_-;;) I've finally come to terms with it
masterlists: main masterlist || jiho.writings masterlist
#jiho.writings#nct 24th member#nct addition#nct female member#nct imagines#nct mark imagines#nct additional member#nct extra member#nct female addition#nct additions#kpop!addition#kpop!oc
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Ho Ho Hello! I’m back with another snippet!😌
We’re only one week out until the posting window opens, but I’m probably going to begin posting it closer to the 23rd or 24th, when I finally get to head home bc work ends for the holidays. The gift is still coming along nicely, though right now it’s looking like it won’t be completely finished, so I’ll be posting chapters probably once or twice a week to allow for final edits (unless I manage to actually get it done in the next week! 🤞🏻)
Any holiday plans this year? Other than me going home I won’t be doing much, probably just a lot of reading and trying to hit my book goal for the year (I’m 11 short right now😳)
Also what if I told you meet me in the woods is Also on the playlist? 😂 I was choosing between the two for the last message and was so glad to see you also think that mmitw is a Rhys song!!!
That’s so exciting you have hozier tickets!!! I’ve been putting off getting them bc I’d be going alone (and I also need a paycheck first 😅) luckily I live in an area where I could theoretically go to one of three concerts without being too far out of the way, so there’s still plenty of single seats available, hopefully it stays that way🤞🏻
And I’m trying not to pressure myself over word count but it’s def a long fic and around 30k now😅 (which is around twice the length of my next longest fic😬)
And for the snippet:
Rhys was slouching on a chair, one leg thrown over an armrest, the other flat on the ground to keep him from sliding right out of the seat. He had a full glass of wine in his hand, but there were two discarded bottles laying flat on the plush rug, so he’d obviously been drinking for a while.
And, on the couch next to him, sat the most beautiful woman Feyre had ever seen in her life. She had golden hair and brown eyes that seemed to draw Feyre in, despite the fact that the woman couldn’t see her.
“You can fix things,” the woman said, and Rhys groaned like he’d heard it before and didn’t believe it.
“No I can’t,” he whined, bringing the goblet up to his lips.
💜,🧑🏻🎄
Omg Santa, this snippet has me so excited!! Rhys being a drama queen?? Drunk Rhys?? I'm absolutely here for it. These snippets have me so excited!!
Not going to lie, hearing that we're only a week out from posting was like a bucket of cold water because I still have some major work to do for my giftee, but I'm also super excited for reveals! I feel like we're definitely going to have to exchange playlists because it seems like we have very similar tastes in music. :)
I'm also super short on my book goal, I'm currently trying to read Fourth Wing before my ebook is due back at the library but I don't know that I'll be able to finish it....I miss being 16 and being able to consume a 900 page book in like 3 days haha.
I don't have any crazy plans for the holidays either! Just some time with close family. It sounds like you have a cozy time ahead of you.
I really hope you're able to get Hozier tickets! It sounds like it's going to be a great show.
Absolutely don't pressure yourself over word count! I'm someone who does this all the time so I completely understand, but it also sounds like you're having fun writing it and I'm so glad!
I can't wait to find out who you are, Santa, you have me very curious!
Have a great weekend <3333
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Miracle Aligner
Miles Kane x reader
Not my gif, credits to the maker !
Summary: When you decide to go out of your comfort zone and go to a concert alone of your favorite artist, reminding you that the most amazing things happen when you go out of your comfort zone.
Warnings: cigarettes, alcohol and a little bit of drunkenness besides that. Little bit of anxiety if you squeeze and heated kisses.
Words: 4,7K
Miracle Aligner
For the first time you went all alone to a concert. The gig was of your favorite artist Miles Kane and nobody could come with you but there wasn’t a chance in hell that you were going to miss this so you decided to go alone. You’ve been to his gigs a couple of times already and he never disappoints and neither was he tonight. You’ve been lucky enough to meet him twice after and before his gig and he was the nicest musician you’ve ever met.
You were wondered through the city, taking some couple of pictures of things that caught your eye. The sun was shining on your skin and it felt like a warm big hug. You bought a coffee and a croissant before sitting down at a lake on the perfectly green grass. It was a little boring to be here all by yourself and it was definitely out of your comfort zone but it also had some great beauty to it which gave you some excitement. All good thing and stories came from the moment you stepped out of your comfort zone and you hoped that tonight wouldn’t be any different.
You checked your phone and got up after you were done, deciding that you maybe some liquid courage would help you ease the nerves and decided to go to a pub. You walked through town and saw a couple of pubs but none felt nice to you so you kept on walking until you found one which you did like. There was a sort of brown caffe and you heard David Bowie through the speakers. You smiled to yourself, knowing that this pub would be the one for you.
You weren’t really looking where you were going and walked through the door that was open only to walk into someone. Beer splattered over you but luckily you were fast enough to get your camera out of the way. You were already apologizing before looking up. “I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a new beer.” You immediately told the person while you squeezed your shirt so it could dry up a bit. “I’m sorry luv, I didn’t see ya there.” You heard a all to familiar voice telling you and you looked up in complete and utter surprise. It was Miles Kane himself and you could just smack yourself in the head.
“I ehhh….. I’m sorry, I should’ve looked where I was going.” You told him gob smacked. You met his eyes and he smiled at you. “Well, I didn’t realleh looked either. Sorry bout tha.” He told you as he looked at your shirt and around you, probably expecting to see someone with you. “I’m sorry bout tha shirt. Let meh get ya a dry one.” He told you, already walking back in and turned back as a hint to follow him which you automatically did. You felt like you had a complete blackout and your body was reacting on it’s own.
You followed Miles inside and saw him grab something from his linen bag. You saw a white shirt from his merch. He turned around to you and chuckled while you still looked surprised. If he didn’t knew that you know him than he would now. You saw that he was with his crewmates who stood up. “Ey Mi. We’re gonna head back. See ya later aight?” one of his bandmates said. He nodded “Yeah alright. I’ll be a bit longa but I see ya lads soon.” He told them and they nodded as well as they gave him a pat on the shoulder before nodding to you as a greeting.
Miles turned back to you with the shirt in hand. “I’m sarry babe. This the only one I ave and I wore it but it’s still cleaner than tha one.” He pointed towards your soaked shirt and gave you a smile. You looked down and that was when it clicked inside your head. You head your shavambacu shirt on. You felt horrified. He definitely knew that you know him. “What’s ya name luv?” he asked you while you tried your hardest to snap out of it. “I am ehhh Y/N.” you told him with a little bit of a stutter. You reached out your hand for him to shake which he did. “Tha’s a beautiful name luv, it’s nice tha meet ya! I’m Miles but ya already knew tha didn’t ya?” he had a grin on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up. “Yeah I’m a fan… I’m going to your gig tonight actually.”
He smiled and that was when you realized you still held his hand. Or well, he was still holding your hand. “I fink we’ve already met, aven’t we?” he asked you, his eyebrows a little squeezed together. You chuckled and looked a little down. “Yeah, twice actually.” His eyes lit up as he, apparently recognized you. “I found ya realleh cool!” he told you, which made you even more surprised and shy. You chuckled “well you are the cool one but thank you.” you told him shyly and he had the brightest smile on his face. “Wha ya want ta drink babe?” he asked. “Oh no, let me! I bumped into you and made you spill the beer.” You told him but he shook his head. “Nah, I’ll buy. Ya want a beer? Gin Tonic? Wine?” he kept on with the suggestions, making you laugh in which he responded with a bigger grin that he was able to make you laugh.
“I’ll ehh get a gin tonic then.” He smiled. “Geat choice! I’ll get me one myself as well. Take a seat luv after you changed into tha shirt” he told reminded you, nodding while he walked to the bar. You quickly walked to the bathroom and got changed. The shirt smelled like his cologne and you felt electricity go through your body. You quickly texted your best friend about what had happened before going back. Once Miles saw you coming out of the bathroom and saw you, he got a big smile again and hinted for you to take a seat which you gladly did.
“Thank you so much!” you told him as you got comfortable on the big seats, opposite Miles. “Ah no problem luv, meh pleasure.” He told you with a wink and a grin, making you feel flustered again. You both cheered your glasses before taking a sip. You both fell into a conversation about multiple topics. At first Miles took initiative with the conversation and lead it before you felt comfortable enough, which didn’t took long. After a while you fell into the topic of photography and he asked if he could see some of your work. “Yeah of course!” you told him and he stood up so he could sit next to you to see them better but it took you once again by surprise. You showed some of your best work and this time he looked very surprised. “Babe…. Ya realleh talented!” he told you excited for you as you chuckled a little from the complete of your favorite artist.
“Ya gonna take photos tonight?” he asked you as he nodded towards your camera. You felt a little self-conscious “Eh yeah, if that’s okay of course.” You told him and he smiled “Yeah of course! On one condition…” he told you, making you curious and a little on edge. “If ya can sent them to meh!” he told you. You looked surprised. “Yeah of course, no problem! Just through your Insta DM’s?” you asked him. “Or I can give ya me phone number…” he told you cautious.
You were even more surprised now. “Yeah… ehh or that.” You chuckled. He smiled and gave you his phone. You typed your phone number in and gave his phone back, giving you a quick call before hanging up “There. Now ya ave meh number as well.” he told you with a smile, still seated next to you. Your shoulders touched each other but you didn’t mind and apparently neither did he.
“Ya comin alone tonight or wif somebody?” he asked you, his voice a little softer. “I ehh came alone actually. Nobody could join me.” you told him and he looked a little sympathetic. “But don’t worry! I can manage fine on my own.” You told him with a smile, not wanting him to feel bad for you or anything. “You see, this is out of my comfort zone but my best stories come from being out of my comfort zone. Like now….” you told him, a little shy about the last part and Miles got a big smile. “How bout you’ll join meh backstage after tha gig? We always ave an afterparty, be fun if ya could join us.” He told you, awaiting your answer. “Really?” Miles grinned and chuckled. “Yeah, Gon be a lot of fun!” He told you as if he had to convince you but that wasn’t necessary. Partying with your favorite artist? Yes please! “Yeah of course I’ll join! Sounds great!” you told him excitedly and his smile got even bigger when he heard yes. “I’ll text ya alright? Ya can show meh some of ta photos that ya took then.” He told you hopeful. “Yeah sounds great!”
You both finished your second gin tonic before Miles spoke “I do ave to go back unfortunately… I ad a lot of fun! Fank you for bumping in to me.” he told you chuckling. You nodded “Can I maybe get a selfie with you before you leave?” you asked him. “Yeah of course luv! Ere, let meh take m wif me phone and I can sent them to ya.” He suggested and you nodded with a smile. Miles took multiple pictures. His arm around you and in one picture he kissed your cheek, making you feel flustered again. “Can I ask ya for a favor?” Miles asked you uncomfortably this time. You frowned a little but was curious what he was going to ask you.
“Yeah of course.” He looked to the door. “So I don’t know meh way back to the concert hall….” He scratched his head a little as he chuckled shyly. You giggled a little with a knowing smile “I can walk you back if you want…. I know the way.” Miles immediately smiled. “Yeah if ya don’t mind.” He told you and you shook your head. “No absolutely not, after all you’ve done for me, it’s the least I can do.” You told him but knew that google maps was very easy to use and maybe he didn’t want to let you go just yet, but that also could be wishful thinking.
You stood up and Miles linked his arm through yours. “Is this okay?” he asked you and you nodded faster than you wanted to. He chuckled with a smile that made your heart beat a little faster while he held your arm a little tighter. You knew that Miles was a very affectionate person. Or well, at least from what you’ve saw on the internet and experienced from the times you met him. It was never that he made you feel uncomfortable or wanted to make someone uncomfortable. He was actually very respectful about it and you loved that about him.
You slowly walked your way the concert hall while chatting until you stopped mid track. “Miles… Can I maybe take a quick photo of you with the tree in the background?” you asked him feeling brave. “Yeah, of course luv!” he told you and quickly made his way. The scenery looked beautiful and you needed to take a photo with Miles in it. You took a couple of pictures as quickly as you could and nodded, looking at your camera with a smile. Miles walked back to you and stood a little behind you. You felt your heart beating rapidly from to close proximity that he was standing. You felt his shoulder touch yours from behind and saw his reflection on the camera screen. He was smiling brightly. “Luv, this is beautiful! Can ya sent tha one to meh? I want to post tha one! I’ll give ya credit of course.” He told you the last part quickly as if it was obvious.
“Yeah of course! No problem!” He smiled and this time you linked your arm through his and saw that he looked at you with a big smile and was blushing(?) When you arrived at the hall there were already fans waiting in line. You stopped along with Miles. “There is another way inside if you want.” You told him, his arm still linked with yours. He took a quick look again. “Yeah let’s do tha, otherwise I might be late. I’ll say hi after the gig.” You nodded and took him to the other side.
When he knocked on the door and texted Josh that he was waiting at the door he held your hand. The door swung open and Josh looked at the both of you. Miles stepped a little inside, still holding your hand when he turned around. “I’ll still see ya tonight right?” he asked you, giving your hand a small squeeze while he looked hopefully at you. You gave him a genuine big smile, excitement flowing through your body while he looked you in the eyes, even though he had sunglasses on, you could still slightly see his eyes through them. “Yeah, absolutely!” he smiled again. “I’ll see ya tonight then! I’ll text ya okay luv?” you nodded and wanted to let go of his hand and he gave it another affectionate squeeze, a smile dancing upon his lips. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back slightly. “See ya tonight then!” you nodded. “Go and rock m Miles.” He got a grin and took his glasses off, giving you a wink. “Always.” He told you before walking inside.
When you walked towards the main door, you couldn’t stop smiling. Excitement flowing through your stomach, giving it almost like a butterfly feeling. You stood in line and looked through your phone and saw that a notification came in. He had put himself as M in your phone with a turtle emoji behind it. You smiled when you saw the pictures come in. “They’re great, these pictures. See ya later luv. Try ta get front row. X”
You couldn’t get the smile off of your face. “I will! See ya later turtle ; )” you texted back and that was when the doors opened. They scanned your tickets and you got in. You quickly got something to drink and stood behind a couple of fans but still front row.
You had your camera in hand and hoped that you could get some cool couple of shots tonight. The support act was great but everyone was buzzing to see the King turtle himself. With each passing minute the room grew more vibrant and tense, awaiting his arrival. The light went low and the intro started buzzing through the speakers. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, thinking back of this afternoon and wondering what tonight had in store for you.
You saw Miles looking through the crowed. He had his eyes a little squeezed because of the lights shining in his eyes but when he spotted you, you both smiled brightly. You were in the middle of the front row, by his mic stand. You were already taking a couple of pictures. The show started and everyone was already dancing. You swayed your hips slightly to the music but felt shy with the burning sensation of Miles’s eyes on you. He smiled a little brighter when you started to dance as well.
With each passing song, the crowed went more wild than before. When the song see ya when I see ya started, Miles walked around on stage and held the hands of some fans and sat down on the speaker. He looked at you and reached out his hand for you to take which you did. Your cheeks started to heat up and Miles jumped in the crowed all of a sudden, swinging his arm around your shoulders and pressed you against his side. So now and then looking at you while serenading. You felt extremely shy and almost couldn’t look him in the eye, a smile on your lips. Miles grin got bigger seeing his effect on you. Multiple fans stood along the two of you. When the song almost ended, he pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your forehead before climbing back on stage.
You saw that it was filmed by a lot of people and knew that you were going to see it on the internet so you didn’t have to worry to ask somebody to send it to you. You turned around towards Miles who was singing his next song and winked at you, making you grin like an idiot.
After the show, you went outside for a cigarette and heard your phone go off. “Where are you standing love? X Mi” you read. You smiled and answered “Outside, went for a smoke X” you pressed sent and not even 30 seconds later, the door opened revealing the turtle himself. You were standing along the other fans who yelled his name. He looked over them for you until he found you. He nodded at you with a smile and went to his fans when somebody else from his crew came up to you. “Your Y/N?” the man asked, making you nod. He smiled at you “Alright follow me, Miles will be there soon when he’s done with the fans.” He told you and helped you though the crowed of people.
Miles held a close eye on you until you were safe and sound inside. The man walked you backstage and you were greeted by the band who made you feel like a friend. You chatted with Josh while somebody else poured you a drink. You all laughed and was caught up in conversation when you felt a cold hand on your shoulder, making you turn around and met the smile of Miles. You immediately gave him a hug, which he wanted to do as well. “You were amazing! I loved it!” you told him excited, making him chuckle. “I’m glad ya ad fun babe!” he told you, still buzzing from his gig.
You heard the music go louder and people began to dance, along side you and Miles. You still talked but danced a little in between with a lot of laughter. “Do ya know a good place to party around ere?” Miles asked you while Josh stood beside him. “Yeah, I know a couple of places which are fun. You want to go there?” you asked him. He looked around if people agreed but knew that his crew was buzzing for a party. “Yeah absolutely! It’s a Fridahh night!” he told you with a big grin and checked you out a little, making you chuckle and feel shy at the same time.
“Alright, I’m set to go if you are.” Miles smiled brighter and nodded. Some of his crew were gathering things while you and Miles waited outside with a smoke. There was a comfortable silence between the both of you. “I’m realleh glad ya bumped inta meh.” He told you all of a sudden. You looked up at him and you saw him smile with some adoration in his eyes while he stood close to you. You stayed silent for a moment, feeling in a trance while Miles came closer but the moment got ruined by his loud crewmates who came, almost, running out the door.
You and Miles quickly pulled away from each other. Miles took a look at you and you at him, feeling flustered. You looked down and up at the band again, trying to gather yourself. “Alright, should we go then?” you asked as the band nodded, waiting for your lead. Miles walked next to you, placing his arms though yours again.
Sometimes it hit you that you were after partying with your favorite artist but they all made you feel so comfortable that it felt like you were going out with your friend group. But there were also moment where adrenaline rushed your body when you realized that you were walking, arm in arm with Miles Kane. You showed the guys around a little bit until you walked into a bar, where you could walk downstairs to the club but the would play indie rock music.
When you were standing along side the people Miles asked you “What ya want ta drink luv?” You thought about it. “You know what, I’ll have what you’re having.” Miles got a big grin on his face and nodded. “I feel like a red bull vodka kinda night. Whatcha think?” Miles asked you with a smile while scanning your features. “Sounds good Kane.” You told him, feeling a little bold as the alcohol from the other drinks started to hit you. He smiled “What a dream woman ya are.” He told you with a smile and shook his head before walking to the bar.
You couldn’t shrug the smile off of your face, leaving it permanently there. Miles came back with the drinks for you and the others with a shot as well. You all cheered and drunk the shot. You and Miles held eye contact when you took it and grinned when the alcoholic beverage was in. Everyone started to dance with each other and you and Miles danced together as well. You definitely met his energy but at some moments you felt shy and a little intimidated by him but in a good way, making you feel butterflies to an extant you’ve never felt before.
After a while and a couple of drinks further, you and Miles got outside for a smoke, still laughing and buzzing from the alcohol. It was chilly outside and Miles placed his coat around your shoulders, trying to keep you warm. Miles looked at you “Why don’t ya join us for the rest of tha tour? Ya can work for us, takin pictures etc.” his Scouse accent thick now. You were taken back by surprise. You told Miles a couple of hours earlier that you had a ‘empty year’ from studies and stuff so knew you could if you wanted to.
You chuckled a little unsure. “Do you mean that?” you asked him. He nodded “Yeah absolutely babe. Ya realleh feel like one of us. I’d luv ta ave ya on the rest of tour.” He asked you while sipping his drink. You weren’t a fan of jumping into things unplanned so you were really doubting it. “Like straight away?” you asked him “Yeah if ya want. We still ave a bed over in tha bus.” He told you. He saw that you were a little unsure. “Ya dun’t ave to if ya dun’t wan it but I promise ya it’ll be fun!” You looked down at your shoes and back at Miles with a smile “You know what…. Fuck it. Let’s do it!” you told him with a smirk making him cheer “Yeah babeh! Come on!” he pulled you in a hug, kissing the side of your head while you laughed. “I just don’t have my stuff with me.” you told him. “We can drive by ya place. tha’s no problem.” He told you with a smile. “Thank you.” you told him with a smile as well.
It got a little silent again with now and then some chuckles in between while smoking the cigarette. “I realleh start tha like ya Y/N…” he told you bluntly and you couldn’t believe it. He looked at you with a smile playing on his lips. “Well… I don’t think I have to tell you that I like you too.” You chuckle feeling it was obvious. You leaned against the wall and Miles stood in front of you. You felt intimidated but in a nice way. “nah I mean it babe. Ya gorgeous as well.” You felt flustered and looked down again.
You felt his slender finger underneath your chin, making you look up at him and saw that he was close. “If ya dun’t wan it, ya tell meh alright?” He told you, looking directly in your eyes so the message would be clear but you were taken in a complete trance. His slender finger went from your chin towards your cheek, placing a string of hair behind your ear. He licked his lips while his fingers went to your chin again, taking it between his thumb and finger. His face came even closer until you closed your eyes and felt his lips on yours. His warm hand went to your cheek, pulling you closer when his tongue met yours. The kiss tasted like cigarettes and vodka red bull, loving every minute of it when all the butterflies let loose in your stomach.
You pulled him closer by his blouse. The kiss went got more heated but you both stopped since you were outside after all. You looked at each other, still a little in trance from the kiss. “Tha was amazin.” He told you, chuckling a bit of unbelieve. “yeah it was.” You both started to chuckle and he pulled you in a hug. “Le me take ya on a proper date when I ave the chance.” You smiled in the hug, your head tucked underneath his chin and your cheek pressed against his chest. “I would like that Miles.” He kissed the top of your head.
You walked back inside and partied some more. You were all glad that they didn’t have a gig the next day so you all could recover from the hangover you were all surely going to experience and drive to your place to get the stuff.
It was already light outside when you all walked to the tour bus. Everyone was drunk and ready to sleep. You and Miles were pretty buzzed as well. He walked with his arm around your shoulders, both not walking straight. When Miles told the rest of the crew that you were going to join them and work for them they were excited, making you feel even more at ease. When you walked into the bus you all got freshened up before going to bed.
When you laid in bed the realization hit you about what had happened and what was happening. You were tossing and turning but felt way to awake and decided to get a bit of water, walking past Miles’s bed, who was apparently awake as well. “Hey. Can’t sleep?” you heard him whisper, making you turn around. You shook your head. “Not really. You?” he shook his head as well and opened the blankets for you to crawl in, which you happily did.
You laid on your side, facing Miles and he did the same. He brushed some hair out of your face, placing it behind your ear. You smiled softly at him and scooted a little closer, resting your head against his chest while he wrapped his arms around you and went with his slender fingers over your head. “I can turn tha tv on.” He suggested. You looked up and nodded. He smiled at you but different than before. This smile held so much adoration and love in his eyes that you could feel your heart melt and the safe feeling wrapping around you like a warm blanket on cold winter days.
He placed his hand on your cheek and placed his lips lovingly on yours. The kiss was different as well. More loving and passionate, both taking your sweet time. Once his lips left yours, he peppered your face with kisses, making you giggle slightly, trying to keep quiet. Miles turned the tv on and played with your hair. You watched some trash British tv like ex on the beach and you felt yourself grow more relaxed and tired. “I’ll keep ya safe. Dun’t ya worry about tha. I won’t le anything appen to ya.” His Scouse accent coming even more forward. You smiled tiredly. “I know Mi. Thank you.” he kissed the top of your head “Get some sleep luv. I’ll be right ere.” You nodded, your eyes already closed while his breathing and soft touches, lulled you to sleep, excited for what the future had in store for you.
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Syncope/Fainting
@sicktember 2022 Prompt #17
Fandom/OCs: NEW Rockstar ‘Verse
Title: Ready For This
Words: 3750
Inspiration: This scenario by yours truly, requested in this ask from anon, plus this snippet, “you need a damn hospital!” from @a-fever-a-day
Author’s comments: When I posted that scenario, I honestly didn’t think I’d ever write it. However, since I’ve eventually ended up writing all the scenarios I’ve ever posted, I think was was pretty silly of me. Idek what else to say– Vic and Addison were created so I could vicariously live out one of my wildest fantasies through them. That’s all that this is. I’ll likely want to continue living that fantasy too, so you’ll probably see more of them, especially if you request scenarios for them.
As a caveat, I know next to nothing about the music industry, so if there’s egregious errors, I guess I’m sorry and I’d love feedback so I can correct them in the future lol. Without further ado, welcome to my rockstar ‘verse!
While the concert was great, it wasn't the same without him up there. After all, he was at least 75% of the reason I fell in love with this band in the first place. I had already paid for the ticket, though, so I wasn't about to leave altogether. Still, after a while I really had to pee, and for once I didn't feel too bad about missing part of the show.
I got up and made my way to the back, sneaking through the staff halls to a little-used part of the venue where the nicest bathrooms were. The catering company I worked for served here often, at least a few times a month, so I knew my way like the back of my hand. Since I was still dressed in my serving attire and walking like I was on a mission, no one stopped me. I peed and got a drink from the staff lounge, seeing almost no one the whole time. As I was heading back to the concert, I heard them start the intro for my favorite song from the new album. I started speed walking, ducking through the back halls to avoid most of the traffic so I could get back to my seat quickly.
I wasn't paying attention as carefully as I should have been, so I had barely enough time to stop as a door sprang open in front of me. I put a hand out to protect my face, which happened to come in contact with the chest of the very tall person who had opened the door. I hopped back quickly, looking up at their face to apologize, and there he stood. The beautiful front man who was supposed to be on stage singing my favorite song right now was instead standing right in front of me, and I had practically (unintentionally) just groped his chest. All the breath left my lungs in a rush as his eyes met mine.
I half expected security to swarm me for touching him like they do in the movies, but he appeared to be alone. There was no one at all in this hallway in fact, and the room he was exiting was dark.
"Sorry," I gasped, forcing myself to breathe. "That was totally an accident."
"No, no, my fault," he said. Shouldn't've opened the door without looking. Glad I didn't hit you." His voice was very soft, almost strained, and not at all like his normal, beautiful baritone.
Still, my brain wanted to short circuit when he spoke actual words only to me, standing less than a foot away. I did my best to focus and stay out of fangirl mode.
"Are you… feeling okay? I heard you were… sick?" I said, grasping for anything to say to this beautiful person.
A pained, vaguely annoyed look crossed his face and I wanted to kick myself. He had probably been asked that a hundred times already.
"Yeah, I've definitely been better–" he started.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," I jumped in. "You'd be up on stage right now if you were feeling okay, right? The was a dumb question, sorry," I said, laughing nervously, hating the sound of my voice.
"I would, yeah," he nodded tiredly, his eyes darting around as he sought to escape from this conversation. I'm sure he was dreading the idea of me asking for an autograph. Luckily I had no intention of doing that.
Still, I'd likely never get another chance like this, so I shot my last shot. "Can I get you anything… or help you with anything? You really do look sick." I was still amazed that no one had yet appeared to whisk him away. I glanced over my shoulder to be sure a menacing goon wasn’t staring me down.
He tried to smile, which was more of a grimace. "No, I'm fine, thank you, though. I was told to make myself scarce. Was just gonna call a cab and check into a hotel somewhere around here.” He was forced to interrupt himself with a nasty coughing fit, and I winced in sympathy. After he could breathe again, he continued: “The rest of the band and especially the tour manager are complete germophobes and don't want me anywhere near them. Especially with twenty more shows to go."
"I see. That’s a pretty dick move on their part, though. Well I guess just so you know, the Hilton tries to seem like the best hotel in town, but they don't wash their sheets properly, so I'd stay away from there. Avoid the Radisson, too. Their kitchen staff is horrible and the head chef is a cheapskate. I'd go with the Marriott if I were you. Even though the general manager is an ass." I knew I was rambling but couldn't make myself stop. Somehow it worked, though; my monologue actually made him smile.
“I’m glad I met someone in the know. I definitely would’ve gone to the Hilton. Thanks for the tip.”
“Any time. Do you need– I mean, I could drive you there. If you want. So you don’t have to take a cab.”
I saw him consider it for the briefest moment, and an indescribable feeling washed over me. However, the reality of the situation caught up with him quickly.
“That’s kind of you, but I’d better not. I don’t want to get you sick too.”
Or be alone with a fan who could turn out to be crazy, I mentally added for him. “If you’re sure. Well, can I at least sneak you out the back way, so you don’t accidentally run into a mob of people?”
“You know… sure. That would be great,” he said. He turned away to cough into his elbow again as he finished speaking, harsh and chesty.
“Ew, that sounded gross,” my mouth said before my brain could catch up. I immediately felt my face turn beet red.
He made a face. “Yeah, it did. Sorry.” His voice was even softer now, and more painful sounding.
“Don’t worry about it. Forget I said that. That was stupid.”
“It was gross, though. You had every right to say it.” He cleared his throat with a wince. “I don’t think I caught your name, by the way.”
“Right, yeah, I should probably introduce myself. Duh. Sorry. I’m Addison.”
“Addison. Pleased to meet you. Call me Vic. I’d shake your hand but….” He shrugged, gesturing at himself vaguely.
“Yeah, no, it’s totally fine. Vic. Pleased to meet you.” I was so thankful my mouth was cooperating now. It had managed to make me sound relatively sane even as I silently, internally combusted. My idol had asked me to call him by his first name. Vic. I wanted to scream for joy. By sheer force of will, I continued the conversation as normally as possible. “Anyway, let me show you the way out.” I beckoned, and he followed obediently, continuing to be less than twelve inches away from me. I was having problems with the whole breathing thing again, and I hoped it wasn’t as obvious as it felt. I was painfully aware of my ass as he hung back half a step behind me, though it was easy to see his eyes were nowhere near there, and instead were staring politely over my shoulder. My brain was a whirl of lights and sounds. I couldn’t have formulated a coherent thought if I’d wanted to, so it was a silent walk at first.
The hallways in the bowels of the venue got progressively hotter, and I was sweating immediately. I didn’t look at him, but as much as he had been sweating earlier, I could only imagine how he felt now. Just as we were about to reach the back door, I heard an odd sound behind me, like a foot tripping over nothing. I turned just in time to see him stagger into the wall and brace against it, visibly wobbling and eyelids fluttering. Acting on instinct, I caught him under the arms as he started to fall forward, helping him down on all fours. From there he fell into a sitting position against the wall, panting heavily. He was pouring sweat, his face fire engine red, and I could feel scary fever heat radiating through his clothes. My mouth was suddenly dry, and my stomach knotted up immediately.
“Wow, I wasn't ready for that. Oh my god. Are– are you okay? Do you need water? Or medicine? Or should I call your manager? Or security? Or an ambulance? Oh my god, what should I do? What do you need?”
“Just gimme a minute,” he gasped. “Almost… passed out….” His hand clutched at his shirt, as if he wanted to grab his lungs and force them to work. His face was a mask of pain.
“You don’t need a minute, you need a damn hospital,” I groaned. “Let me call someone for you. Please.”
“No, no, don’t… Jake would freak… And the press will be… all over it if you call an ambulance. Just gimme… a minute,” he panted, squeezing his eyes closed and putting his head between his knees. Of course the coughing started again, too, and he struggled for several more minutes before he was breathing in any way that could be called normal.
Needing to do something, I ran to get him a bottle of water from a nearby vending machine. He took it with a shaky hand and dribbled it into his mouth. After this he finally stood, legs shaking but mostly steady. He could at least walk, and that was the only thing that kept me from ignoring his wishes and calling 911.
“Okay… I’m good,” he managed, hand still pressed to his chest.
Shaking my head, I tried to lead him to the door and the fresh air beyond, but after a few steps, he staggered and almost fell again. I fumbled and managed to catch him around the waist this time, keeping him upright.
“I REALLY wasn't ready for that. Are you sick or drunk, dude?” I said in exasperation, my mouth once again outpacing my brain.
“Not drunk, I promise. I know I’m not making a convincing show of it, though.” He tried to pull away but I didn’t let go, and half-carried him the rest of the way through the door. Strangely clear-headed even with him leaning against me, I reminded myself to thank my gym trainer. I helped him sit down on the stoop outside, and he returned his head to his knees for a bit, breathing heavily. I paced anxiously as he rested.
“Would you put out a restraining order against me if I took you to the hospital myself? Because that’s what I’m about to do,” I finally said, stopping in front of him. "I'm not about to put you in a cab alone like this."
He attempted a chuckle. “No. I wouldn’t.” He lifted his head, though it seemed to be very heavy. “In fact, I think that might be a good idea. To go to urgent care, I mean. Not the hospital. I think I might need some meds. I feel so weird.”
“Weird how?”
“Like my body doesn't know how to breathe anymore. And like my skin is too tight.” He stretched out his hands, which were trembling violently. “Everything is going haywire.”
“Okay. If you’re sure you don’t want me to get your manager or… someone else instead. I know you don’t like… know me. At all.”
“That’s why this is good. I don’t want someone who knows me, because they all have their own agendas. I dunno why, but I trust you. And right now, I just need someone normal to take me to urgent care. I don’t even know where urgent care is in this city.”
"And what if I have an agenda? You're a famous rockstar for goodness sake."
"Everyone has an agenda, so you probably do. But not like them." He made a face, and I wondered what he was implying. Then his eyes met mine again, pleading now. “Like I said, I trust you. And I’m rarely wrong about people. So I’m trusting you to take me to urgent care.”
I had no idea how to respond to his odd speech. I had a feeling the fever was getting to him, making him less coherent than he otherwise would be, though of course I had no baseline. Was being called normal a compliment or a put-down? But he said he trusted me. Three times, by my count. I filed that away in the screaming fangirl portion of my brain for future consideration. Right now, his health was the priority.
“And you’re sure no one will miss you? There won’t be an APB out for me in the next few minutes?”
“No one will notice I’m gone until after the show. They’ll reach out then, see where I am. Hopefully I’ll be in a hotel with some good drugs by then. And there will definitely be no APB. Scout’s honor.”
I gave him a long look as he turned away to cough pitifully. I would just have to trust that this wasn’t some weird con… or some weird agenda. Just like he had to trust the same from me. With a deep breath, I nodded. “Okay, urgent care it is. You wait here and just… breathe. I’ll bring my car around closer.”
He nodded, looking grateful.
In short order, we were speeding down the road to the nearest urgent care. They were getting close to closing time, but he was adamant that he wasn’t going to the hospital unless he absolutely had to. We arrived with about ten minutes to spare, and I silently apologized to everyone we encountered. He struggled to talk to the nurses and doctors, repeating his symptoms again and again around fits of coughing. His fever was crazy-high as expected, and the doctor made a face when she listened to his lungs that implied what she heard definitely wasn’t good. They slapped a diagnosis of pneumonia on him, wrote him a bunch of scripts, and sent us on our way in no time.
“How in the world were you singing with pneumonia?” I said in awe as we returned to my car. “That’s like… impossible.”
“It definitely hurt. A lot,” he admitted, buckling himself in. “I don’t think I was doing what you’d call singing the past couple days. More like long talking.”
“Still. That’s dedication.” I buckled my own seatbelt and started the car, heading to the nearest pharmacy.
He shrugged. “It’s what you do on tour. Push through until you can’t anymore.”
“Well, you definitely have an excuse to rest for a few days now.”
“That’s the opposite of what I should be doing. We’ll probably have to cancel the next few shows." He was talking too much and had to pause to cough. Yet apparently he felt the need to continue explaining. "Jake is going to eat me alive. I'll have to perform before I'm totally better, so I'll be sick longer. Everything is going to suck.” He laid his head back against the seat as if it was too heavy to hold up any longer.
“Screw Jake. You’re sick. He can get dunked if he has a problem with you taking a few days off.”
“And the thousands of fans that I’m going to disappoint?” he mumbled. “They should get dunked too?”
“The fans will understand, or the sane ones will. You’re human. You get sick. Shit happens. You can only do what you can do.”
He cracked a sad smile. "You make it sound so simple."
"It is simple. You can't perform, so don't until you're better. And don't stress about it either."
"Whatever you say, Fiero," he mumbled, almost too softly for me to hear. I wasn't sure he intended me to. Yet I snapped my head over to look at him.
"You know Wicked?"
Another tiny smile. "I'm a musician, aren't I? It's like an unwritten rule that musicians know Broadway. But also, Wicked is awesome."
"I couldn't agree more," I managed to squeak. He really was perfect. I was driving around with a perfect human in my car. Or maybe an angel, though that was less likely with the whole pneumonia thing. This had to be a dream.
We got through the necessary pharmacy trip painlessly, and at last I could take him to the nice Marriott in the center of the city. I pulled up to the curb at the front entrance and parked, but didn't shut off the engine. I turned to him, trying not to show how sad I was. As quickly as it started, this crazy dream was about to end, one way or another.
"Here we are. If Shaylin is working the front desk, use my name and she'll probably give you a discount. Remind her that I haven't forgotten the black cat incident. But I shouldn't go in with you, or else they'll think we're together. You should have some privacy so you can sleep. I wouldn't want a stranger knowing my room number if I were you."
He smiled faintly. "I really don't think we could be considered strangers anymore. But thank you for being so considerate." He hesitated. I couldn't dare to hope that he was as reluctant to leave as I was to watch him go, but the odd, wistful look on his face said otherwise. He took a deep breath to speak, accidentally making himself cough of course. But it seemed he'd made up his mind about something and was determined to say it. He tried again:
"I'll go check in and sleep for a while like you said… Let the band know what's happening. Try to get this fever down. And I'm sure you have better things to do than babysit me. But… I'll probably be on my own for the next few days. If you'd be up for it… would you consider coming to see me again? I'd like to get to know you like a normal person, urgent care visits and fainting notwithstanding… now that you've saved my ass several times and all."
My mouth was hanging open in shock. "You… want me… to come see you again?" I squeaked.
"Yes I do," he said earnestly. "I feel like I owe you that much at least."
Extreme fangirl Addison had been locked in the closet for the past few hours, but she was about to break out again, kicking and screaming. I worked to keep her contained for just a bit longer. "Sure. That would… be nice. I'd like that too," I squeaked again, even higher pitched than before. "I cleared my throat and tried again. "Do you want my number so you can text me when you're up to it?"
"Yes, that'll be perfect," he said, looking relieved. I scribbled down my cell number on the back of the pharmacy receipt, and he tucked it into his wallet.
"Don't sell that to anyone please," I said, too nervous to look at him now. "If I start getting weird spam calls, I'm blaming you."
"You won't because I won't. Scout's honor."
"Were you actually in the scouts?" I said faintly, my brain whirling again.
"No. But I use it because it sounds trustworthy," he said honestly.
"I might have to contact the organization and let them know you're running around impersonating a scout, then."
"I'd be ruined forever. There'd be no coming back from that."
"You'd deserve it for tarnishing the name of such a fine institution."
We shared a smile, and the moment stretched on. I didn't want him to go. When he left my car, the dream would end. I might never see him again. I'd put the ball in his court, and planned to leave it there but I wasn't ready to walk away yet. Instead, I seized all my courage and did what I'd been wanting to do all night. I slowly reached out to press my palm against his forehead, checking his fever. There was no reason for me to. The doctor had told him he was feverish, and having never touched his skin before, I had no baseline with which to compare. Yet I did it anyway, because tonight was a night of miracles and dreams coming true. He didn't seem to mind, just let me do it, a questioning look in his eyes.
His face was objectively hot to the touch. I wished I had something cooler to press against it.
"What's the verdict?" he asked quietly, as if he didn't know. Humoring me.
"The verdict is that you should be lying down with a cold cloth on your face. No one should be upright with a temperature like that. Get inside and check in, before you pass out again."
He yawned. "Okay. I guess that's a good plan." He climbed out of the car lethargically, shivering in the temperate air outside. I rolled down the passenger window and gestured to him, an important thought having occurred to me. He leaned into the car again to listen.
"Text me if there's no rooms available and I'll come get you so we can try somewhere else."
"Will do. And I hope you stay healthy. You might be doomed to catch this after spending all this time with me, though."
I shrugged. "I'm not on a concert tour. If I get sick I'll survive. And anyway, if I do I'll have the prestige of saying I caught a cold from a famous rockstar. Don't worry about me."
He smiled. "I'm really glad I met you, Addison. I'm looking forward to seeing you again soon, when I'm less feverish."
"Likewise. Vic." My heart had suddenly taken up residence in my throat. "I hope you feel better soon," I croaked.
"Thank you." He stood upright slowly, evidently dizzy again, and made his careful way to the hotel's front entrance. I watched him until he disappeared inside, then drove around to the staff parking. I waited thirty minutes before leaving for home, just in case he had trouble getting a room, but it seemed from his silence that all was well.
I didn't hear from him for the rest of that night, but I was fine with that. I had enough to process as it was. There was always tomorrow. And this time, if he reached out to me again, I would be ready for it.
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A Second Chance
Loona 13th Member
Pre-Debut Era
Suki goes to see her sister and ends up auditioning for a company she had never even heard of
“And when we were touring, we had people from all over the world shouting out names! It was amazing!” Sana excitingly told her younger sister.
“I know! I was at your concert in Tokyo! You think I would miss it?” Suki asked, sharing the excited energy.
“I know you wouldn’t miss it, but I wish you could have stayed long enough to say Hi to everyone! They missed you SO much!”
Suki smiles at Sana gesture, knowing that she was prone to make things more dramatic. “Well then it’s a good thing I get to see them today!”
Suki had a break off from filming and missed her sister so much! They used to be able to see each other everyday, but since Suki left Happyface, she hadn’t come back!
“I KNOW!” Sana shouted, earning the two girls a few looks from people passing by. Luckily the two had masks on, so it unlikely they would be recognized. “They can’t wait to see you! I have been talking non stop about you!” Sana continued, talking in a normal tone this time.
Suki gave Sana if of her famous eye smiles before the pair turned into Twice’s dorms. This would be only the second time Suki had been here, as the last time she was in Korea was in October of 2015. She also hadn’t seen Sana for over a year, the longest they had ever been apart.
Sana turned the key, letting the two of them into the girls dorm.
“SUKI!” She heard someone shout before a body crashed into hers, shoving her against the door.
“NAYEON! WE ARE ALL EXCITED TO SEE SUKI! DON’T BREAK HER!” Jihyo scolded the oldest member. Nayeon pulled away from Suki just as Jihyo gave her a quick hug shoved her towards the living room.
“Jihyo, have you seen my….SUKI!” Momo had the same reaction that Nayeon did, and immediately ran to give her a hug.
“GUYS! SUKI’S HERE!”
“SUKI’S HERE?”
“ALREADY?”
“WHO’S THAT?”
Suki sighed at that last quip from Tzuyu, already knowing she would be attached to her within a minute.
…She was right of course.
“So, Suki. Are you going to watch out show tonight?” Jeongyeon asked, giving her a drink.
“Yea, you should come! You haven’t seen us perform in so long! You must have forgotten how good we are!” Chaeyoung said, excitedly.
“I could never forget! And of course I’ll come see you guys tonight! What time does the show start?”
Jihyo checked her calendar. “It starts at 7, but we are the last group performing, so if you’re a bit late, it’s no big deal!”
Suki smiled at her. “That’s good because I’m meeting up with Yoohyeon later today!”
“That’s great! I know how much you’ve missed them!” Sana exclaimed, snuggling into Suki’s side. “Are you going to see anyone else before you leave or do you not have time?”
“I have time, but they mostly don’t. But I will stop by there dorm sometime before I leave!”
“What time are you meeting her at?”
“2.”
“Suki?” Jihyo asked.
“Yeah?”
“You’re meeting her in 5 minutes?”
“…Shit.”
….
“I’m sorry I have to go, they just called a meeting right now and I can’t skip it!” Yoohyeon said sadly when Suki arrived. They had planned to spend the rest of the day together, but Yoohyeon had been called into a meeting just a few minutes before the other girl had arrived.
“It’s no problem,” Suki said as she waved her off. “Since I’m taking a break from acting now, I’ll be coming back a lot more!”
Yoohyeon quickly hugged the younger girl, “Thank you! I owe you one!”
“Next time I’m back, let’s plan a whole day together!”
Yoohyeon gave her a smile and a thumbs up before getting in her managers car. While Suki was disappointed she wouldn’t get to spend more time with Yoohyeon, she wasn’t going to waste her last full day in Korea.
She started walking the streets, finding herself taking the same path she would to school everyday. She saw the way everything had changed, even in the few years she was gone. It felt comfortable, even without the other girls.
Suki smiled fondly at the park she, Yoohyeon, and Yubin would pass on the way to school. The memories of them dancing in the practice rooms, sharing a room in the trainee dorm, and crying on each other when they were told they would be debuting.
But with all the good memories she had, the bad memories came back too. The hours spent practicing a routine making her body give off bruise after bruise, the managers telling her that she needed to stop eating to make herself more attractive, the costumes they had her wearing, despite only being 15 when she debuted!
While she was glad that they got to re-debut with a concept that suited them, Suki never felt like she could go back to that company. No matter how much they had changed, no matter how much she had changed, she couldn’t bring herself to be in a place she lost that much respect for.
However, even with all of that, she loved performing and singing, especially with her members. She wondered if she would ever have the feeling again. If she would ever get to debut again. As much as she loved acting, her passion spread much further than that.
On her walk, she noticed a new company. It must have been established sometime after Suki had left Happyface. Naturally, she became curious of what it was and walked around to the front of the building. There she saw in company font, BLOCKBERRY CREATIVE.
Suki actually knew Blockberry, but only from talk. She knew they were Loona’s company, a girl group centered around a lore that was built into their music videos and songs. Each member had debuted as a soloist and then in a sub unit before debut and it was rumored they would be officially debuting in the 2nd half of the year.
Strangely enough, they had an Open Audition sign in front of the building. Not big enough to attract a lot of attention, but not small enough to be ignored. She wondered if they were already preparing for a new girl group, but brushed it off and thought they were only looking for trainees.
She started walking past the building when she had a feeling. She still loved performing and knew she wouldn’t get many chances after leaving South Korea, so she could either audition now or never audition.
Against her better judgement, she walked up to the company noticing the sign and saw that auditions ended at 5. She looked at her watch and noticed it was already 4:58!
She walked up to the company and saw the receptionist pointing towards a sign that said, “Auditions.” She bowed to the women and went to audition for a company she knew nothing about for a chance at debuting in a group she might have some control with.
The men at the 2nd desk handed her a form, which she filled out quickly and they told her to take a seat. Either everyone else had already auditioned or she was the only one, but either way the room was empty.
Suki looked around and started laughing, realizing that if she and Yoohyeon had been hanging out today, she wouldn’t get the chance too audition. She wondered what Sana would think if she heard Suki was auditioning again.
AUDITIONING! She hadn’t prepared anything beforehand and was basically coming into this to improvise. She thought back to her audition for Happyface, she had picked out the perfect song and had practiced her routine to the point that it was perfect. She had spent hours upon hours perfecting every little step to make sure everything was perfect.
Now, she was going in with nothing more than an impulse decision and whatever song she had in her repertoire. She wondered if she should do something more focused on her vocals or her rapping. She decided to do a rap she had memorized a while ago, due to the speed of it. She rapped the entire song for her first monthly evaluation and got her first A!
“Suki?” A man called from the door. “We’re ready to see you now.”
She smiled up at him and followed him to the audition room. She saw 3 men sitting in front of her, seemingly watching her every move. Suki felt glad that this wasn’t the first time she had auditioned, otherwise, that sight alone would make her regret everything.
“Before we begin,” One of the men starts. “You should be made aware that this is for a position in Loona, you will be debuting within the week, and you will be asked to perform a specific song that you will have to learn within the hour. If all of this is ok with you, we will continue.”
“It’s all ok.”
With those 3 words, she had unknowingly changed her entire future.
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getting old before our time
Luckily, Sadie is the first person Sam sees when he returns home. She’s in the kitchen, mixing up some lemonade and dancing along to Joe Jackson on the radio. Sam smiles when he sees her there. His sister. Better taste in music than most sisters out there, he thinks. Best part about being a twin.
“Hey,” he says.
Sadie jumps, almost like she could ever really be startled by Sam. She smiles at him with all her teeth, and Sam suddenly feels himself overwhelmed by affection for his sister’s chipped front tooth. It’s the one she got chasing him around the playground when they were six and a half. Sam usually hates it when people chase him, but with Sadie, it’s always been different. He’s always felt like he’s racing to catch up with her. It’s nice, sometimes, when the roles are turned upside down on their heads. He smiles a little at the memory of being that young … at the memory of being far away from graduation. He knows Sadie can see it all in his eyes.
“Hey,” she says back. “You want any lemonade?”
“What’s French for obviously?”
“Évidemment.”
“Then évidemment.”
Sadie laughs and pulls the tray of ice cubes out of the freezer. She stirs the pitcher a few more times before pouring out a glass. She hands the first one to Sam. Even though he knew she was going to do that, he’s still overwhelmed by it, too. It feels like the first time all day anybody’s known exactly what he wants … exactly what he thinks he needs.
“I know you probably don’t want me to push,” Sadie says as she pours a glass of lemonade for herself.
“But you love to push,” Sam says. “So, I’ll allow it.”
Sadie nods, only a little bit bitter.
“How did it go with Mom and the campus tour?”
Sam exhales loudly. He knew the question was coming, but he’s still not ready for his own answers.
“Mom was … OK,” he says, and for now, he thinks he’s telling the truth. “But I don’t know about any campus tour. It was all a ruse. Your best friend set me up to meet with some music history professor. In her office. One on one.”
Sadie makes a face.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I can’t tell if you’re setting up a joke or a stag film.”
Sam makes a face to match hers.
“Neither, neither,” he says quickly. “It’s just … that’s what happened. Lucy asked this professor to meet with me and try to convince me to apply to a four-year college. I was tricked. Ambushed. And a third word that sounds like it came from a comic book.”
Sadie giggles a little and takes a sip of her lemonade.
“You know, you are funny,” she says. “Maybe you should go to college after all. See if they can help you turn that into a career. Some funny people are in the money, 42nd Street.”
“Did you just address me as the Broadway musical, 42nd Street?”
Sadie looks down at the liquid in her glass.
“There’s also a movie,” she says.
Sam shakes his head, somewhere between impressed and disappointed.
“Dammit, Sadie Lou,” he says. “We’ve been twins for too long.”
“All our lives, I’ve heard.”
“Nah, there was a moment in ‘71 when we went our separate ways. We heard about The Beatles breaking up, so we figured we’d give it a shot, too. Didn’t last long. Before long, we were throwing a reunion concert on the roof.”
Sadie laughs out loud. The joke wasn’t too funny in Sam’s head, but he finds that’s often the case. The things that come to him in fifteen seconds would never come to most people at all. People are impressed by him. He’s just not one of them.
“OK, so, I was being kind of serious before,” Sadie says. “You are funny. And I think you know that in order to be as funny as you are, you also have to be smart.”
Sam feels his skin crawl a little bit. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be smart, and it’s not like he’s trying to hide it from himself. He knows he’s smart. He even enjoys it. He just doesn’t want the burden that comes with it. And he’s so tired of people acting like they don’t understand.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he says. “I don’t know how you get good grades.”
“Well, it’s not that hard,” Sadie says. “I mean … I guess it’s hard to do, but it’s not hard to figure out. What I do is … open the books and study them.”
“I know that. But don’t you ever feel like … like ‘Hooked on a Feeling?’”
Sadie makes another confused face.
“Are you asking me if I feel addicted to getting good grades?” she asks. “Or are you asking me if I ever feel like going, ‘Ooga-chacka, ooga-chacka?’”
“Both, sort of,” Sam says. “Like … remember back in junior high, when I was still occasionally trying to be smart? And I wrote that paper in English about why I thought Ponyboy in The Outsiders says he’s a Pepsi addict when he’s in the church, on the lam?”
Sadie nods.
“You said he was thirsty for pop and companionship,” she says. “And security. It was a good paper. Lucy was almost jealous of it.”
Sam chuckles.
“Almost,” he says. “But you know … I got an A on that paper. And … and I can’t explain it, but it felt really, unbelievably, indescribably good to get an A on something I knew was good. Something that I really liked. And I spent the rest of the quarter trying to figure out how I was going to top it. So, when we read A Wrinkle in Time, I wrote that paper about Charles Wallace being a saint. And it was so far-fetched, I got a C.”
“I remember.”
“Yeah, and I remember it too well. It gives me hives just thinking about it, and that was already four years ago. I exhausted myself over something I thought was going to be better than my first hit, and it didn’t land. It was a mess. I wasted all that time and energy on a mess, just to see if I could get excited about a good grade again. And it didn’t pay off. So, I thought … never again. Never again will I try to get a good grade on anything. It’s not worth it.”
Sadie sighs. It’s not the first time she’s hearing this story, but it’s the first time she’s hearing it in exactly the way Sam needs it to be understood. He can see the way her eyes change.
“You felt like a one-hit wonder,” she says.
“Yeah,” Sam says. “Hence the metaphor. Ooga-chacka.”
Sadie laughs, but only just a little. For a split second, Sam feels guilty, like he has to remember he’s not the only smart person in the world, not the cleverest man who ever lived. It’s just hard. When everybody rallies around you and begs you to use your smarts to someone’s good (Cui bono?), it’s hard to forget you’re not actually a genius.
Unless, of course, you are.
But Sam’s not sure he knows that yet.
“Right,” Sadie finally says. “Well … for what it’s worth, and I know it’s probably not worth much … I think you’d do really well in college.”
Sam laughs a little.
“Right,” he says. “Because I’ve done so well in high school. I deserve the next step up from that, right?”
Sadie shakes her head.
“College isn’t actually High School Part 2,” she says. “The things you read are supposed to be different. The people are supposed to be different. They don’t interrupt history tests for Lenten confessions, and you’ll never get pressured into training as a Eucharistic minister ever again, for as long as you live.”
“Yeah, but it’s other things,” Sam says. “It’s getting huge chunks of reading material every night, Blue Book exams, and everybody asking what you’re going to do for a career.”
“Do you not want a career, Sam?”
“I want to do something that’s interesting. Something that will make me happy. But I don’t want a bunch of business majors to jump down my throat about it. That doesn’t sound fun or exciting.”
“I don’t know, man. Could be the time of your life.”
Sam can’t help but laugh. He looks at Sadie for a long time. Sometimes, he forgets how much their faces are alike. Identical freckles. Same laughing brown eyes. Same wild caramel hair, which always looks like they’ve just driven through a wind tunnel in a vintage convertible. They’re Maggie with Mike’s eyes. That’s what everybody always says, anyway. But it’s not until right now that Sam thinks he really understands.
“Sadie?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever think about how we’re different?”
Sadie smiles very knowingly.
“All the time.”
Sam smiles, too. He loves how well he knows Sadie – and how well she knows him. But knowing each other is not the same as being each other. Sam thinks he used to want to be more like Sadie: always thinking about others, always turning in the best work, always assuming the best in people and never counting on the worst, even when she probably should. Now that they’re older (almost old enough, he thinks, but he’s not sure what for), Sam’s not sure he wants to be like Sadie at all. And he thinks that’s why he loves her so much – why he still thinks she’s the best around after a whole life next to each other.
“And if I really do what I say I’m gonna do,” Sam says, “if I really don’t go to college … you won’t think less of me, will you? You’ll still know … everything that I know?”
Sadie gives him another knowing look.
“I don’t think I could ever know everything that you know,” she says. “But I wouldn’t think less of you. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t know how.”
Sam exhales. It’s not all he needs to be relieved, but it’s something. Sadie is always something. He smiles again.
“Sometimes, I think you’re the only one who gets it,” he says. “That I can do things differently and still be OK.”
“Nobody else could really get it like I do,” Sadie says. “They can’t hear you the way I can. Just like they can’t hear me like you can.”
“Yeah.”
Sam tunes back into the Joe Jackson song on the radio. We are young but getting old before our time. He laughs, and Sadie laughs with him, even without saying another word.
It all sounds about right.
#drabble#writeblr#ch: sam doyle#ch: sadie doyle#dynamic: i'll be your mirror#year: 1984#series: first of may#food#drink
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The Truth Untold -- Chapter 15: Will You Open The Door For Me?
Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook, Yoongi x Jimin
Word Count: Fic in progress, 170k so far. 3k-5k per chapter
Chapter Summary:
Jimin nods slowly and stands up without hugging Yoongi goodbye. They don’t say a word to each other as he crosses the room and reaches for the doorknob. He stops and looks back at him, his eyes full of longing and sadness. Yoongi holds his breath and forces himself to hold eye contact, trying to show Jimin everything he feels without words. He frowns as he leaves the room and Yoongi throws himself down on his bed.
What if he can’t forgive me?
Warnings: Eventual Smut, BDSM, 18+, MxM
Author Note: I had no idea until today that Dae-hyun is the name of another idol. I simply looked up a list of Korean names and picked one I liked. There's also a Lee Hyun who is friends with the group. Agh. Sorry guys. Try to ignore it, it's way too late to change his name now hahaha.
Two days later everyone has returned home from Japan, relieved that the concerts were successful and wanting to rest before they go to Taiwan next week. Yoongi and Jimin are sitting on Yoongi’s bed trying to process what happened between them on their first night in Osaka. Luckily, Jin is in meetings until after midnight, so they have privacy for now without having to run off to Genius Lab. Yoongi doesn’t know where to start, he just knows that he hasn’t been able to tear his eyes away from Jimin in three days.
“I’ll start, hyung. I’m sorry I lost my temper on you, but you were letting your jealousy get the best of you.”
“No Jiminie, you had every right to yell at me. I acted poorly, I’m embarrassed. The next time you bring Dae-hyun around I’d like to apologize to him directly.”
“Thank you, I appreciate that and so will he. Have you come up with any theories about the unlocked door?”
“No, I think you may have been mistaken about locking it. That’s much more likely than someone with a key to a random storage closet full of old equipment popping in at that exact moment.”
“I locked the door. I know I did.”
“Well there’s nothing we can do about it, we have no way of knowing. If a problem arises, we’ll deal with it then. Why did you kiss me?”
“You were so convinced that I was dating Dae-hyun and I couldn’t deal with your moody denial stage anymore. I was tired of being ignored and avoided. I wanted to show you that you’re ready for this, even if you don’t see it.”
Jimin leans forward to close the space between them and Yoongi holds a hand up against his chest to stop him. Their faces are so close that he can feel Jimin’s breath brushing his lips. He takes in a shuddering breath and pushes gently at him, making him back up with a hurt look on his face.
“Don’t worry, I’m not running away again. There’s just something you need to know before we decide what’s going on between us. I’ve been seeing someone casually for the last few months, ever since Namjoon imposed the ban. I broke it off last week and I’ve been tested since, but I need to tell you about it regardless.”
“Yoongi-hyung, I already knew. We all did. I really don’t need to hear about it, I’m not sure I can handle hearing all the gory details. You didn’t do anything wrong, we aren’t together.”
“That’s the thing, I did do something wrong. It wasn’t that simple. She’s the same woman who I had a panic attack with when I realized I was attracted to you. I thought maybe if I slept with her again I could redeem myself and keep myself from thinking about you. It didn’t work, I-aish I’m so ashamed of this. The only way I was able to keep having sex with her was to think about you. I was convinced I could erase you.”
Jimin jerks backwards like he was slapped across the face. Yoongi watches emotions cross his face and feels a pit in his stomach. He sees so much: sadness, fear, confusion, anger, hopefulness. He looks down at his hands, too embarrassed to keep meeting Jimin’s conflicted eyes.
“Yoongi…how could you do that? I don’t have to know her to know that she doesn’t deserve that. No one does. You used her. I never thought you were capable of something like that.”
“I know, I’ve been torn up inside over it the entire time. Something inside of me refused to acknowledge that you were the only person I wanted and I was wrestling with what my attraction to you meant. Once I saw you with Dae-hyun at work, I finally broke down and stopped fighting myself. I broke things off with her a week later.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about all of this. I need some time.”
“Take all the time you need, Jimin-ah. I couldn’t have started this with you without making sure you knew everything. I’ll be right here waiting for you, I’m not going anywhere this time.”
Jimin nods slowly and stands up without hugging Yoongi goodbye. They don’t say a word to each other as he crosses the room and reaches for the doorknob. He stops and looks back at him, his eyes full of longing and sadness. Yoongi holds his breath and forces himself to hold eye contact, trying to show Jimin everything he feels without words. He frowns as he leaves the room and Yoongi throws himself down on his bed.
What if he can’t forgive me?
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Taehyung is sitting in a closed-off booth at a bar down the road from the dorm. He has his hand wrapped around a glass of wine while he listens to Dae-hyun chatter away across the table. He hadn’t wasted any time when they’d returned from Osaka and asked the other man if he’d like to grab a drink the following night. He seemed excited to hear from Taehyung and immediately agreed.
“I can see why Jiminie likes you so much, I bet the rest of the group would love to get to know you as well. You should come by some night when we’re playing games.”
“I would love that, Taehyung-ssi! Thank you.”
“Of course. So have you always worked with musicians?”
“No, I’ve had so many different jobs in so many different industries. I guess I’ve never really decided exactly what I want to do. I love to learn and love to try new things, so I’m happy to train for whatever job comes my way next. I was lucky enough to know someone within your company who put in a good word for me.”
“I understand, I have other passions besides being an idol as well. It’s hard to choose who you are and who you’re going to become. We go through so many different stages of life and change along the way, there’s no reason why we can’t reinvent ourselves endlessly. I admire your courage, Dae-hyun.”
“You might be the first person who has ever truly understood where I’m coming from. I’m tired of hearing my friends and families talk to me like I’m a deadbeat who can’t make up his mind. If I want to be everything, why can’t I?!”
Taehyung grins and holds up his glass, clinking it against Dae-hyun’s tumbler in a toast of commiseration. He’s having much more fun than he thought he would. Dae-hyun is funny, intelligent, and passionate. He shouldn’t be surprised, Jimin always attracts the best people.
“You know what, why don’t you come back to the dorm with me now? Not everyone is home, but I think it would be fun to have a fresh face around.”
“Are you sure? Is it okay to just show up uninvited like that?”
“I’m inviting you! I’ll send out a group text and whoever wants to hang out can meet us in the living room. Let’s go.”
Taehyung knocks on the sliding door surrounding the booth and tells his security guards that he wants the check. He lets them know that Dae-hyun will be following them home and they agree to have him drive between two of the security cars for privacy. He quickly sends a text to their group chat and laughs when Hoseok immediately sends back a gif of a dog dancing at a party. They pull up their hoods and masks and discreetly make their way out the back door of the bar, Taehyung to the company car and Dae-hyun to the parking lot to grab his car. His phone buzzes as more members chime in and start to argue over what games they should play.
A text comes in from Jungkook outside of the thread that makes Taehyung feel a bit concerned.
”Jimin and I will be there, Tae, but we’ll probably be a bit late. Jiminie had a talk with Yoongi-hyung and I don’t think it went very well. I’m helping him calm down. He's excited to see Dae-hyun and clear his head.
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Jimin is sitting on Jungkook’s bed trying to stop hyperventilating. After he’d hurried out of Yoongi’s room he had started to panic. His entire view of his hyung had just started to crack at the edges. How could he treat another human being that way? He spent weeks avoiding Jimin, he ran away when he heard the song written for him, and he repeatedly used an innocent girl to cover up his own fears.
I love him, I want to see what this thing is between us. I want to give it a real chance, but I can’t wrap my mind around what kind of person would act like that. Is this still a good idea?
He had immediately rushed to Jungkook’s door, knocking frantically and hoping the room wasn’t empty. When the door opened, he’d thrown himself past the threshold and made a beeline for the empty bed. All he could manage to say was Yoongi’s name before he couldn’t catch his breath and Jungkook had sat next to him to rub his back.
“Taehyung texted the group, he and Dae-hyun met to have drinks and now they’re coming back here to hang out with everyone. Wouldn’t that make you feel better, Minnie?”
“Tae went out with Dae-hyun one-on-one? I love him so much. Can you text him privately and tell him we’ll be there but might be late? I really do want to join them, I just don’t want to rush.”
“Of course. Done. Now, tell me what happened.”
“I couldn’t stand how rude Yoongi was being to Dae-hyun in Osaka and when I dragged him out of the dressing room I pulled him into an old storage closet and started yelling at him. He was clearly acting jealous and I got frustrated that he still refused to see that I only have eyes for him. I kissed him and things got heated, I was so happy.”
“Yes! Finally!”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Kook. It was immediately shattered when we went to leave and realized that the locked door was now unlocked. Yoongi’s convinced I just didn’t lock it, but I know I did. That scared us into staying away from each other until we got home. I just left his room where he told me…he told me that he’s been using the woman he’s been seeing to try and get over me. He casually sleeps with her and thinks about me the whole time.”
“What?! That’s so messed up. That’s not like him, I wonder what the hell he was thinking.”
“He’s in such denial about being into men as well as women. I can feel how uncomfortable it makes him. He thought if he repeatedly slept with a woman again he’d be able to stop feeling something for me.”
“Is it odd that this is almost a little flattering? You’re so influential on him that he got desperate, Jimin-ah.”
“Yes, that's odd! I don’t want that. I want him to be the Yoongi I’ve loved for years. I don’t recognize this Yoongi and I see him differently now.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I just don’t know, Kookie. My brain is at war with my heart. I need time to think about it, he said he’d wait as long as I need.”
“I’ll be here every time you need to dissect it, okay? Now, let’s go out to the living room and see Dae-hyun. That’ll cheer you up.”
Jimin grins and launches himself at Jungkook for a tackling hug. Sometimes he feels like he’s the hyung instead, he takes such good care of Jimin. He laughs and rolls them over so he can pick up Jimin bridal style and carry them out to the living room.
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Jungkook marches into the living room with Jimin in his arms, humming a victory song. He sees everyone sitting in the living room with Dae-hyun and they all start to cheer. Dae-hyun is cracking up and stands up to take Jimin from him. The other boy isn’t quite strong enough and they collapse to the floor in hysterical laughter. Jungkook can’t help but smile, anything that brings Jimin joy is alright in his book. He looks over at Yoongi and sees his face somber as he watches the two wrestle on the floor. He squeezes his hyung’s shoulder as he walks by to sit on the couch next to Taehyung.
“Hey you. Did you have fun with Dae-hyun?”
“I definitely understand why Jimin wanted to introduce him to us now. He’s great! It feels nice to bring someone new into the fold.”
Jungkook smiles and laces their fingers together with a squeeze. The two boys sit up on the floor and start chattering away. Dae-hyun’s eyes keep darting around the room, as if he’s gauging their reactions to his presence. It’s rather endearing, he clearly wants Jimin’s friends to like him. He stands up and heads to the kitchen to get a drink, dragging Taehyung with him. The second they round the corner, Jungkook pushes him up against the wall and captures his lips.
“Kook, we can’t do this now! We have company!”
“I don’t care. He’s a good guy. I can’t stand going all day without kissing you.”
Taehyung giggles and presses one soft kiss to his lips before pushing him backwards and heading for the fridge. He follows behind and wraps his arms around Tae in a back hug as he walks around the kitchen grabbing things from the fridge and preparing a drink. They can’t help but laugh at the way Jungkook has been a barnacle ever since Osaka. He can’t believe how strong the urge to be with Taehyung constantly is. He lost his virginity for a second time to his best friend in the world. They’re linked forever now.
“Jungkookie! Taehyung-ah! We’re playing games, get back in here!”
At the sound of Namjoon’s voice the two separate and grab their glasses to head back into the living room. They set up Uno and Jungkook grins, he knows he can win this. They explain the rules to Dae-hyun who has never played and as usual the game devolves into laughter. The rest of the night has them all drinking, switching games multiple times, and losing track of time. Before they know it, it’s almost three o’clock in the morning and everyone is pleasantly drunk.
“Dae-hyun, you’re not driving home like this. I’ll sleep in with Taehyung and Namjoon and you can take my bed, I have my own room. It’s the furthest door down the hall on the left.”
“Thanks, Jungkook-ssi. You’re right, if I went home right now it would just be dangerous. I’ve had so much fun with you guys. I really appreciate you letting me crash your night.”
“Oh no, I’m not sleeping in a room with you two. I won’t get any sleep. Jin-hyung, Yoongi-hyung, can I crash on your floor?” Namjoon raises both hands and shakes his head.
“Of course Joonie, but just share with me. You’ll hurt yourself on the floor,” Jin laughs along with Namjoon’s discomfort.
“What do you mean you won’t get any sleep? Do they both snore or something?” Dae-hyun asks with a confused look on his face.
The entire room suddenly goes silent, everyone looking around at each other. Of all the people to make a drunken slip, Namjoon is not the one anyone would’ve expected. Jungkook scoots to the side away from Taehyung and looks at the leader with worried eyes.
“These two stay up all night talking and laughing when they’re sober, let alone drunk. Anyone who has ever tried to sleep in the same room with them has been subjected to pulling an all-nighter against their will.”
Jimin is quick on his feet and jumps in to save the moment. Jungkook feels a weight lift off his chest and smiles at his hyung in gratitude. He thought he didn’t care if their guest found out about him and Taehyung, but once he was faced with the actual possibility it scared him to death. They’d promised to be as discreet as possible and not put everyone at risk. He needs to be more careful.
“Come on, Dae-hyun. I’ll show you my room and where everything is!”
He walks over to where he and Jimin are sitting on the floor and holds out a hand. Dae-hyun grabs it and lets Jungkook haul him up, following him out of the room after he bids everyone goodnight with a bow.
“So did you have fun tonight? We didn’t scare you off?”
“No, of course not! I love hanging out with you all and this will make working together so much more fun. Thank you so much for including me and for giving me your room!”
“Anytime. Anyone important to Jimin is important to us! We should go out for a drink sometime like you did with Taehyung. I’d love to get to know you better.”
“Definitely! Taehyung-ssi has my number, just get it from him. You’re lucky he’s your best friend, he’s really great.”
“Yeah. He really is.”
Jungkook can’t help the fond smile that warms his face. He turns back to the front, not wanting Dae-hyun to be able to read the look. They reach his room and he hands him extra blankets and towels, explaining where the bathroom and showers are down the hall. Once he gets him settled and grabs some toiletries he walks back down the hall and sees everyone headed back to their rooms laughing. He loves when they’re all at ease like this.
He walks into Taehyung and Namjoon’s room, grabbing extra pajamas from one of Tae’s drawers before he heads to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He’s brushing his teeth at the sink when he hears the door open behind him. He turns around and sees that boxy grin he’s come to cherish. He rinses out his mouth and puts his toothbrush down, walking over to wrap his arms around Tae. Their hands run up and down each other’s backs as they kiss slowly and softly.
Jungkook can feel that familiar swirling in his head that seems to show up every time they kiss. He wonders if this feeling will ever subside or if his future is full of being swept off his feet constantly. He hums into the kiss and can feel Taehyung’s lips smile against him.
“Ah, whoops! Sorry! Don’t mind me!”
A voice cuts through their haze as the door quickly opens and then closes, a fleeting glimpse of a white t-shirt all they see by the time they turn their heads. They burst out laughing and press their foreheads together.
“Who was that?”
“I don’t know, Kookie, I was too lost in you to notice the voice. But that level of panic tells me it was probably Namjoon-hyung.”
“You know, I think you’re right. Poor hyung. Come on, let’s go to bed. We shouldn’t monopolize the bathroom like this.”
#jungkook#taehyung#jimin#yoongi#namjoon#suga#rm#hobi#jin#taekook#yoonmin#bts#bts ff#bts fanfic#jungkook x Taehyung#yoongi x jimin#canon compliant#homophobia#internalized homophobia#fluff#angst#smut#bts smut#bts fluff#bts angst
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Sorry guys died for a little bit I’m here to rank how my orchestra concert went!1!!1
1. The day.
I got dressed and was ready to go and hit the road. I was on the bus hyping myself up and stuff!! Listening to ready as I’ll ever be
2. The wait.
Orchestra is my last period so I had to get through all 7 hours before I could get on stage. I was announced on the morning announcements because I had the most words during Nano WriMo!!1!1 so things were going great. My English teacher read my book and she was fond of amber!!!
3. The rehearsal.
Mr. Music Man invited classes to come watch us perform as a dress rehearsal! We were doing great except when the second violins kept rushing.
4. The ride.
Back on the bus baybee, I was shaking in my goofy loafers while walking back. My violin case has gone through so much.
5. The dress.
When I got dressed, I forgot to put on my fishnets under my shorts so I had to do that🖕 I looked great though. Makeup was purple, had some glitter, life was great
6. The ride. Reprise.
Now we’re back to driving. I had the aux cord. I was shaking in my heels
7. The tuning.
When I got there I remembered that
A. I don’t know my locker code
B. I don’t know how to open my locker
Mr. Music man told me to just put it on the counter because we only had a half hour to tune!!! Beginning orchestra was there too
8. The beginnings.
I get that they’re beginning players but….I’m allowed to be mean….right…
They kept rushing and speeding up. Their pizzicato pieces were good, but sitting through 12 pieces of out of tune songs made me wanna sob. I started giggling not because of them but because my brother tripped and fell making his way to his seat with my mom. Thanks, brah
One of the violists also try to scare me whenever she sees me. I’m a very jumpy person. Mr music man has told like 4 people to stop scaring me😭
9. The experienced.
It was our turn now!! We were all shaking and quacking but that’s okay, right? We kept counting to check if we had all 6 sheets of music💔
9A. The choral.
Our best piece. Wonderful. Magnificent. Played this the best. Despite it being a warm up.
9B. The Fanfare.
Julibee Fanfare. It’s such a fast pace song and personally my favorite!! We did the best on this one.
9C. The fantasy.
Fantasy on a Japanese folk song. HOLY HELL?? WE WERE DOING SO GOOD UNTIL THE VIOLAS AND SECONDS BEGAN TO RUSH…SO MAD💔 we began to get all jumbled up and stuff but luckily got back on track. I almost sobbed.
9D. The Symphony.
A Christmas symphony. Personally, I wasn’t a huge fan of this song. The only part I actually liked was when we turned everything into a minor key for God Rest Ye Mary Gentleman! That shit went hard.
10. The end.
Overall, 7/10 experience. Combined show with the choir and advanced band was way better.
Ok bye
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Hey bestie. So I’m sorry if asking about H is annoying to you, you should totally not answer this if talking abt him makes u uncomfortable. But I value your opinion, even though I don’t agree w how harsh you can b on him(I understand it tho- to an extent. Kind of.)
I was wondering, do you think he was ever a really REALLY good person? Thing is - I joined the fandom this year in April. I joined cus of Larry Since they looked cute as fuck on a post I saw and that led to watching all those vids, streaming 1d, streaming their solos, etc. I was never fully sold on Larry once I started seeing the antis points tho- and I unlarried last month, thank god. I’m a louie now (w a sprinkle of Ziall), that man is the loml. But before I became a fan(and mind you I’ve never been in fandom this deep unless we count fictional stuff) - I always had this specific eh vibe from Harry, partly bc Of the fact that he’s besties w the karjenner klan(Kendall mostly), and I do not trust anyone who’s super close w them. Same way I don’t trust the hadids, many really huge celebs, etc. Not bc they’re plastic or rich cus mf I’d get surgery and buy a mansion too, just bc they’re SO out of touch w reality nd EVERY person who meets these huge celebs at events says they’re stuck up egotistical trash(not Taylor tho, never Tay).
But beside that- when I originally read articles abt Harry the homewrecker womanizer(even back in 2018 when I tried stanning/researching him but I just didn’t like his songs or 1Ds, I do now tho) I thought “ew…he’s a typical cheating rockstar,” and yet the articles were hyping him up which made me go ??? I know most ppl glorify this whole image of celebs being better than normal ppl in the vainest emptiest least significant ways,, but I never have so that’s why I couldn’t relate. Which is why the harries (and literally all stans) just made me roll my eyes.
Also his fans scared me off for years in the sense that they’re so - weird? Like why y’all SO obsessed w him? Why do y’all make such a big deal abt something as vain and unimportant as his fashion? Ofc some ppl are gonna think it’s weird to dress that way- and he shouldn’t be bullied for it but it’s clothes and he prolly don’t care abt that criticism. So why spend hours defending it? Why attack ppl who don’t think he looks sexy? Don’t make sense to me tbh. He’s not 18 yk, he won’t cry if some dudebros think he’s gay bc of dressing camp. Not that gay is an insult in any way- but u get what I mean. Hell the fact that his fans are so againts ppl calling him gay is weird to me but I get why they’d get mad at larries, cus we all know some overstep. I know the last point and being defensive over H is something that’s happened since 1D. And as far as important things abt him such as his honor, his image, the way he and the boys were treated by salmon/ psyco/mngmnt go; I completely understand getting defensive over it. I completely get him being ppls sex idol- cus I was 14 and into heartthrobs once too. Sex sells, unfortunately. But I just didn’t get why Harry fans are not only intense(in the way directioners were/are) but just downright mean to everyone else in the name of stanning someone who I think lost his SUPERDUPER stanable qualities after live on tour.
I actually like harrys music- golden is my jam. Fine line and others hit too. I love his voice- it’s powerful and he sounds great live (I did attend his concert in oct, kinda a 300$ regret now but aye I like his songs and it was fun so whatever), but I just don’t get WHY they Stan him so hard. I get why they did in the 1D years. I get why ppl still Stan Louis complex Tomlinson and zayn deep thinker Malik; as well as Niall unproblematic Horan(liams eh too I just don’t care for him), but after 2017 I don’t rlly get the Harry hype… does that make sense? I do think he was a person worth defending to this extent in 2010-2017,, especially 2010-2015. He just radiated loml energy those years- seemed like such a kind radiant human. I’m emotionally attached to all of the during those years even tho I wasn’t there- I can see why this fandom was so huge. I still ship 2010-2015 Larry and I honestly always will- even tho I’ll never know the full story- they just seem so compatible to me during those years. So pure and in love. And sings like ready to run and iicf, through the dark, and happily enforce that for me personally. But I wouldn’t truly know bc I wasn’t here for that. I’ve done my research but I’ve never talked to a veteran.
Do ppl today just Stan him cus he has dimples and beautiful eyes and curls and abs? Or cus of how humble and pure he seemingly once was? Or is it the charisma/music? Cus I don’t think charisma and music alone would make for such hardcore stans. Especially new stans. Cus harrys got the most hardcore stans next to t swift and BTS. The reason I and others Stan/ stanned one dead is cus the fandom feels like home. These boys felt like the most genuine real and sweet thing to ever happen to the industry- and no matter what I could never hate H. But I just don’t get what ppl see these days. Cus IMO nothing abt him feels that homey and connected anymore. His fandom doesn’t feel like a family outside of concerts to me(and in some the concerts ppl still throwing hands and bringing weird ‘fvck me daddy’ or Larry signs so💀that says something). He’s still a great entertainer and impecable on stage but paying 300+ dollars to see someone’s personality and actually b part of the fandom is kinda odd to me. What do you think? Ty for your service on this blog btw <3 And sorry for my long ass question and backstory xx
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People like me have been in the fandom too long, so it’s always good to have a different perspective!
Part of the reason I’m so hard on Harry might be because of what you said— he had so much promise in 1D, could have chosen to be a good person, he shone as a performer and he said so much warm and fuzzy shit, like, “'All five of you should be on the same page and the closest things to each other because around all five of you there are gonna be people that are gonna come and try to snatch you. People are gonna try to break you guys apart. So as long as you five are your best friends, that's the most important.’” Harry had lots of fandom support; he could have tried to bend industry to be SLIGHTLY better to audiences and SLIGHTLY better to future performers. But instead he chose to be one of the usual, “More for me. See you losers later.” That’s Harry’s general attitude toward anyone who can’t help him, really, including his peers. He said a lot of stuff but lives his life in an entirely opposite way: me me me me me.
I used to have a spark of hope that the Harry we see today wasn’t really him; any day now, Harry would show his true colors and be the compassionate, thoughtful person he seemed to be in 1D. But eventually, I realized that this is the real him— adult Harry, the one who values ONLY fame/wealth/connections, that’s the version that won.
(And because of this, I really can’t see any value in Harry’s music. George W. Bush probably is an okay artist, you know? I’m still not going to look at his art. Besides, I think Harry’s music is derivative and stolen.)
So to your other question— why do people like Harry so much? Why are Harries/ Larries so fanatical about him?
Either they like this narcissistic version — and many Harries actually do— or they are horny for him (fics contribute), or they have an imaginary Harry Styles in their heads that they don’t want to give up.
The last point is probably most salient to many fans (new and old). People want to believe in goodness, kindness, magic.
Some people have invested many years in being a fan. Some can’t give up their 1D memories. Many people share fandom friendships that are an integral part of their lives, and these would have to be broken — and it’s too hard. They’d rather pretend that Harry Styles is a good person than give up this part of their lives. Harry fills an emotional space, whether or not he’s actually good.
It’s delusional fantasy-making on a massive, collective scale, and the amount of money involved is staggering. I mean, the word “cult” isn’t far-fetched. People in a cult are to be studied, but also to be pitied. No matter how much they crave approval, the cult leader really doesn’t see them as individuals, only as pawns— sources of power and money. That’s how I see it. I’m sorry you had to spend money on Harry, but at least you realized.
Now a question for you. Why did you choose Louis? You could have chosen Zayn or Niall or just walked away from the fandom.
#I spent money on Harry too - too much to see his concert in 2017#but luckily that’s the only concert of his I’ll ever see -#I’ve given away my Harry album#all the merch - sometimes brand new#he repulses me -
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Can you do the Yandere idol au with 4nemo. Cause they’re all beauties nothing can change my mind😤
Wooh! First ask! Here is a little drabble I made for you, enjoy! (Might also make headcanons for the group)
Tw: Yandere, mention of violence
Disclaimer: Yanderes are abusive, this is not a healthy crush.
Made, finished, and posted same day.
A Dream of Coffee and K-pop
(Not my art)
Sunlight shone through the window, the smell of freshly ground coffee beans wafted through the air, it was truly beautiful. You and your best friend had decided to stop for a drink break and found yourselves here. Honestly, you were thinking about becoming a regular here, the atmosphere has heavenly and the food and drink were delicious.
Then you heard camera clicks and squealing. You let out a slight sound of confusion and irritation. Forced out of your state of serenity, you looked back at your friend to see what happened. Their face was red and they seemed to be holding back an almost terrifying grin. It didn't make sense to you, all that happened was that four men and a bunch of other people entered the cafe.
"Holy archon of idol groups! It's 4NEMO!" Your friend was now shaking you, making you look even closer at the four men who had just entered. Even on further inspection they only looked like rich people with hair dye, you didn't see anything special.
"Who?" You blinked, just annoyed that your peaceful coffee break had been interrupted.
"I swear to God, you uncultured swine. That's 4NEMO, the hottest new K-pop group. I sent you a link to their newest album, you know, the one I've been going crazy over because they had a collab with DCKZ and Lumine from ABYSS?" They facepalm at your obliviousness to the literal celebrities that are in the same place as you.
"Sorry, I forgot to check it out yesterday, I was studying." You apologize for not at least trying to see what was so good about these K-pop bands that were your best friend's newest obsession. But you did have a life of your own, you were studying to become a surgeon so you never really had much free time.
"Hello, there! I was wondering if you two could share some space? seems that there's nowhere else for us to sit in this place." Out of nowhere, a young man with braided hair that faded from dark brown to teal and emerald eyes that almost made you want to trust him, was at your table, asking if he and his three friends could sit with you all.
"Oh my lord, 4NEMO is asking to sit with us! Squee! Please say yes, my dear best friend who has brought us both insane luck, please?" Resistance was futile when your best friend was almost begging you to let them sit with you two, trying to do the best puppy dog eyes they could.
"Yeah sure, you all can sit with us, just squeeze in." You relented and moved further into the booth to create space. The one with the braids and a guy with mostly white hair that had part of it dyed red sat on your side of the booth while a blonde with golden eyes and a man with an edgy vibe to him sat with your friend.
The before almost empty cafe was now bustling with people and you swore you could feel a couple of people glaring at you. You gave a close-eyed smile and a small sigh, this could've been worse.
The six of you ended up getting along quickly, talking the day away. Your friend was malfunctioning most of the time from being in the same room as their idols so you tried to calm them down from the shock but it didn't work. You found that the 4NEMO boys were actually quite sweet and easy to talk to, maybe excluding Xiao who wasn't one for small talk, or any talk.
All of you exchanged numbers before you had to leave and even gave your super fan best friend some signatures. Kazuha then handed you both VIP tickets and backstage passes for their next concert saying that you could be his plus twos. But only because all the boys were allowed to give out two free tickets to whomever they chose.
You all said goodbye and you made a mental note to check out their music once you got to the comfort of your apartment.
But as you left, you just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with your new friends no matter how many times you tried to brush it off.
(On the other side.)
Kazuha was the one to first notice you. A serene being in the middle of the cafe, face illuminated by the evening light. On your face was a beautiful smile more genuine than anything he had ever seen. You were the only one whose head didn't turn as they
entered, even ignoring the obvious adoring look on the person beside you's face.
He confidentially alerted the other members of his group to your presence. All with some variation of curiosity and something that he could only describe as a breath of fresh air on their faces when they completely took you in.
"I don't think they even know about our band." Aether supplied, you had a true expression of complete cluelessness even when he heard your friend explaining who they were just loud enough for him to hear. You were much too enticing and adorable, especially for someone who he just saw.
"Why does it matter, we're here for public appearances, coffee and desserts, not some random person," Xiao mumbled, loud enough for the rest of them to hear. He didn't understand what was so special about them, just another attractive stranger. Though, part of him did understand why his group mates felt this way.
"Who cares, I'm making a move," The lead singer of the group, Venti announced, making his way over to their table after looking around for anything they could use as an excuse. Ah, of course, because of their appearance, the little cafe was now packed.
He brought himself and the others up to your table, acting charismatic in hopes you would let them stay. Though the idol group didn't even need an excuse as your best friend would have convinced you either way.
Surprisingly, everyone in the group almost immediately warmed up to you, even Xiao. Kazuha was the one to give you his plus two tickets mainly because everyone else had already invited other people but luckily, Kazuha hadn't used his yet.
The 4NEMO boys were a good distance away from the cafe and we're finally able to freely talk.
"So, we're sharing them?" Aether asked, getting a nod or a yup from everyone in return.
"We should do more research on them. What if they're already dating someone?" The composer of the group, Kazuha supplied. Noticing how the other boys' expressions got just a bit more malicious at that. Xiao looked around, being sure that they were completely isolated.
"Then I'll give them a threat or a concussion." Xiao threatened, the other members were mostly in agreement with the statement. Any of them would already do appalling things for their new friend and future lover.
"I'm sure as long as we don't scare them away they'll fall head over heels in love with at least one of us. We just need more time with them." Venti assured, not the fondest of using violence to settle his disputes.
"Well one thing's for sure, they will learn to love us and will be ours." Aether voiced the idea on everyone's mind as they stepped into their shared studio apartment that could comfortably house about eight people.
Leaving them all to individually plan how they would make you theirs.
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AJ!!!! Could I request #4 from the fluff list with Yoongi please???
Yes you can, enjoy! 😎💖
• Pairing: Yoongi x (F)Reader
• Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship
• Rating: PG
• Words: 732
• Summary: You convince your boyfriend to let you indulge in his long locks before they disappear.
• Prompt: #4 “Can I play with your hair?” (fluff)
• Warnings/themes: Yoongi with longer hair from the bday Vlive 😫, reader playing hairstylist, Yoongi with a ponytail?, Yoongi with buns??, Yoongi with pigtails???, lots of cute hair accessories, just fluffy goodness 🎀
• Notes: Thank you for your request @captainorangegoose ! I already had an idea as soon as I got this but then I saw long haired Yoongi from the recent Vlive and decided to go full throttle 😆 Didn’t think I’d be uploading two fics for his birthday but my man only deserves the best 🥳💕 Thank you to @herecomessatvrn for the title suggestion, ya girl was strugglin 💖
“Can I play with your hair?”
Yoongi was no stranger to having you rake your hands through his hair so he thought nothing of saying yes to your request. He had no idea you’d take it this far, though.
“Baby, how much longer are you going to do this for?”
“Mm, just a few more minutes,” you answered his grumble with a hum as your fingers formed the locks into yet another style of your choosing.
Yoongi sighed. “You said that twenty minutes ago.”
“Look, just one more style and then I’ll leave you alone, promise!”
Your boyfriend didn’t know how to say no to you so all he could do was shake his head and remain still.
He hadn’t gotten a haircut in months, causing the strands to brush his cheeks and nearly cover the entirety of his neck. It was kind of bothering him but he could never find the time to book an appointment between concert preparations, writing music and spending time with you. Luckily, he was able to squeeze one in before rehearsals tomorrow afternoon, ready to have the pesky hair out of his way.
But when Yoongi gave you the news, you reacted like he told you your puppy had died.
You were becoming attached to his long locks, loving how they framed his soft cheeks. His bedhead was wilder than ever and you may have snuck a couple of pics to save for future lockscreens. And seeing him push it back whenever he had to focus on work? You were loving all of it so it sucked when he told you that he was getting a haircut tomorrow. But you quickly came up with a plan to indulge in his hair for a little longer.
Said plan involved you coming up to him in the Genius Lab with a bag of various hair ties and clips hiding behind your back, asking if you could play with his hair while he worked.
Yoongi was none the wiser until he felt a tension on his scalp, frowning as he paused his hands on the keyboard. He asked you what you were doing, leading you to fess up that you wanted to do more than run your fingers through his hair. You held a red and white polka-dotted hair tie in front of his face to emphasize it. Unsurprisingly, he gave in with a shrug, going back to creating tunes on his keyboard while you worked your magic.
So far, you gave your boyfriend a simple ponytail, a half-up, half-down ponytail, a couple of braids scattered throughout and two little buns on top (you purposefully made them pointed to resemble cat ears), making sure to take a picture of each one before moving on.
“Y/N, you’re acting like my hair is never long enough to do this.”
“Hush, it’s not the same. Seriously, when have you ever had it this long?”
Yoongi hummed. “Maybe back in high school?”
You sighed, tightening one of the elastics on the top of his head. “See, you don’t even sound sure about it. It’s your hair though so it’s your call–” An exaggerated sniffle came out. “Just know that it will be sorely missed!”
Your boyfriend chuckled, reaching a hand up to pat your arm. “There, there, at least you’ll have the memories.”
You giggled at his reassurance before rummaging in the bag to grab another hair tie. You decided to go a little extra with this last style, remembering that you had a special clip in there that would be perfect for him. Once you finished securing everything, you stepped back and clapped in triumph.
“All done!”
Yoongi sat up a little straighter now, reaching for his phone before turning the camera on. Once he reversed it and caught an eyeful of what you did, his eyes widened.
You had put most of his hair up into four separate pigtails, each tied up with bow-shaped hair ties of varying colors. You left part of his bangs out and attached snap clips close to his scalp but what caught his full attention was the one above them all. A black cat-shaped one with its smiling face etched in gold.
“What do you think?”
Yoongi’s lips twitched before a gummy smile formed on his face. Maybe he could let you do a few more hairstyles for the rest of the night.
“It’s perfect.”
©bangtanintotheroom, 2022. Crossposted to Tumblr. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.
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How the clones would ask you out (Genderneutral)
Includes Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Kix, Cody and Wolffe
Warnings: None
Rex
Poor Rex would be so, so nervous
It took pep talks vom Anakin, Ahsoka and several of his brothers to get up the courage to actually ask you out (though not all of them were all that helpful)
Rex wouldn’t ask you out in public or at work, he’d go to your flat instead
His strong knock doesn’t betray his nerves, but the second you open the door he cannot remember what he was going to say for the life of him
Luckily he was trained as a soldier his entire life and it only takes him a few second to forget about his nerves and continue with his plan
“I was wondering if you’d like to go on a picnic with me tomorrow?”
A picnic, Ahsoka had convinced him, would be the perfect first date. The two of them had even decided on a nice place in one of Coruscant’s few parks together
(Plus Rex likes to bake and cook, it’s his way of dealing with the stress of war (and his brothers’ shenanigans))
“I’d love to.”
You have never seen such a big smile on Rex’s face
“Great. That’s great.”
You chatted for a few more minutes before Rex had to excuse himself. Just as you were closing the door you stuck your head out again.
“Rex?”
“Yes.”
“Is this a date?”
The small blush on his face was adorable.
“I’d like it to be, if that’s fine with you.”
You smiled.
“It’s more than fine.”
Fives
If anyone has an actual pickup line it’s Fives, not in a creepy way though, he’s cute about it
The two of you have been flirting back and forth for a while now and Fives, after finally no longer denying his feelings, decides to ask you out
He walks up to you with every bit of confidence he can muster
“Hey handsome, what brings you here?”, you ask. Your usual greeting, but Fives doesn’t reply in the way he usually does (”Hey mesh’la, just coming to admire the view.”)
“Since you make my heart sing I was wondering if you’d like to accompany to a concert tomorrow.”
You could tell that he wasn’t joking this time, but still decided to have your fun with him.
“So sorry, I already promised another handsome young man with a number as his name to spend the day with him.”
As soon as the words left your mouth the smile fell from Fives’ face and instantly made you regret your words.
“Oh, baby, no. I was only joking. I’d love to go out with you.”
The smirk was back and brighter than ever.
“It’s a date!”, he said a bit louder than he had to.
He’d kiss you on the cheek before saying goodbye.
(And maybe he even whispers suggestions for what you could do after the concert in your ear.)
Echo
Much like Rex, Echo is quite nervous
At first he was glad to have Fives on his side to give him advice, but he soon learned that not everything his brother suggested would go down well
He’d wait for you at work and offer to walk you home, because someone once told him that travelling in the same direction eases conversation
When you exit the building your eyes immediately fall on Echo, who is standing nearby with flowers in his hand.
“What are you doing here?”, you ask with a smile on your face.
“I... well... I saw these flowers in the market downton and they made me think of you.” He hands you the flowers, suddenly even more nervous now that he doesn’t have anything in his hands.
“That’s so sweet”, you say as you lift the flowers to your nose. “I was just on my way home, would you like to join me and come in for a cup of caf?”
The two spend the rest of the day together. Walking home, drinking caf, cooking dinner. After a while Echo’s nervousness fades and only returns when he realises it’s time for him to return to the barracks.
“Actually I had another reason to come to see you today. I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime. Like on a date. If you would like to go on a date with me.”
You laugh and the sound Echo usually cherishes breaks his heart, which you soon realise. “Oh, Echo, honey, no! I mean yes, but I just thought that today was kinda like... a date... I’m sorry, I was just assuming, I should have actually asked you.”
A smile mirroring yours appeared on his face.
“So... How about a second date?”
Jesse
Jesse only realises that he needs to ask you out as soon as possible after a particularly tough mission. A lot of his brothers died, even more got hurt, and he spent a few days in the medbay as well.
The second he’s back on Coruscant he comms you asking where you are and no matter where you are or what you’re doing, he’s on his way to you as soon as you answer.
“Stars, Jesse, what’s gotten into you?”, you ask when you open the door to his rapid knocking.
“I like you, I really like you and I don’t want to die without ever asking you out. So, (Y/N), will you go out with me?”
At first you don’t know what to say.
“Of course I’ll go out with you. But maybe you should sit down for a minute, you don’t seem like yourself.”
After just a few minutes and a cup of herbal tea the two of you were talking and joking like always. That is until you remember an appointment you had to hurry to make.
“I’d hate to throw you out, but I really need to go.”
“That’s fine”, Jesse says with a smile. “How about I pick you up tomorrow at seven for our date?”
You nod your head smiling.
Kix
Kix asks you out more or less on accident. It’s been a long day, he’s tired, and all he wants is a relaxing evening with you.
“Hey, Kix, you wanna come to 79s with us?”, Fives, who just popped into the medbay, asks.
Kix shook his head. “I really don’t. If it were up to me I’d spend the evening with some takeout and (Y/N).”
“(Y/N)?”, Jesse follows up.
“They help me relax like no one else and that’s what I need after stitching you idiots up all day”, Kix says, glancing at Fives and Hardcase at his last words.
“Then how about we grab something to eat and spend the evening on my couch?”, you offer.
Everyone turns to you, who had just entered the room. Echo bursts in a second later. “Sorry, I tried to stop her from coming in.”
Kix blushes like crazy, you weren’t supposed to hear that. He tells you as much.
You walk over to where he’s sitting, miraculously the others have disappeared, and place a hand on his shoulder. If it weren’t for the armour covering him you would have loved nothing more than giving him a soothing massage.
“You know what? I’m here because I wanted to ask you out, but I guess you just did that for me.”
He chuckled. “Guess so. Let’s go, I cannot wait for our date.”
Cody
Cody would be so smooth when asking you out, mainly because he got advice from Obi-Wan, who flirts with everyone and could teach him a few good moves.
His tactic is pretending you already agreed, which is why he spent the afternoon transforming his room into a small movie theatre for the two of you, complete with snacks and drinks and a holoprojector.
He then makes his way over to your apartment to actually ask you out. And though he hadn’t been nervous all day, the second you open the door he’s at a loss for words.
“(Y/N), cyare, I was wondering... No, that’s not it... I’m here to ask you... No, wait... Would you like to...”
Though you can’t help but find his out of character rambling cute, you want nothing more than to put poor Cody out of his misery.
“Would you care for a glass of water?”, you ask, opening the door further to invite him in.
For some reason the cool water helps him sort out his thoughts and he can finally ask the question he’d prepared earlier.
“Would you like to watch a movie with me tonight?”, he asks, his voice smooth and steady.
For a fraction of a second there was something that might have been disappointment in your eyes, but then you nodded.
“Sure. Why don’t we invite Waxer and Boil as well?”
Cody had been quite sure that you’d agree, but the second part caught him off guard. Maybe he should have been more obvious with his intention.
“Actually, I was hoping it’d be just the two of us.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Wait a minute, Cody, did you just ask me on a date?”
A shy smile made it’s way on his face, though to his credit he didn’t blush.
“I did.”
He had no idea how it was possible, but the smile on your face was even brighter than his own.
“In that case, yes! I’d love to watch a movie with you.”
Wolffe
The main reason Wolffe was reluctant to ask you out was not nerves, but rather not wanting to admit his feelings, not wanting to admit a weakness. It was actually Plo Koon who, through ambiguous comments, convinced him to just do it.
He didn’t want it to be a big ceremony, he wasn’t the type for big gestures, but that night, as you were sitting at 79s with the Wolfpack and your eyes were glittering in the multicoloured lights and your perfume made its way to Wolffe’s nose, he just had to ask you out before it was too late, before anything happened to either of you or someone else asked you before he did.
And so, when most of the others were scattered across the bar, he asked you if you’d like to get some air with him. He may not be one for big gestures, but he’d be damned if he asked you out in a stuffy bar surrounded by his drunk brothers.
Outside, he realized was not the perfect environment either. There were still drunk clones around and instead of stuffy it was cold, cold enough to make you shiver in your thin clothes and Wolffe wished he had a jacket he could give you.
“I’ll make this quick so you can go back inside. I-”, he stopped himself.
You were suddenly a lot closer than just a few moments ago, he could feel your warm breath on his face and it made him lose all focus.
“Yes, Wolffe?”, you questioned.
He cleared his throat and continued. “I was hoping that you’d like to go on a date with me sometime.”
The atmosphere may not have been perfect, neither were his words, but your smile was and it made up for everything else.
“I don’t know, Commander, what’s in it for me?”, you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know. Dinner, maybe flowers or chocolate”, he replied, trying his best to hide the sudden insecurity.
You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed. Wolffe knew what was coming next, he knew you’d let him down and it would be awkward. He never should have asked you out.
“You know, I had been hoping you’d say The pleasure of my company or something like that, but I suppose chocolate will do.”
A smirk had made it’s way to your lips and a low chuckled escaped Wolffe’s.
“Is that a yes, mesh’la?”
“It is.”
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