#i want her in my AU SOOOO badly I want to give her two right hands and let her terrorize her neighbours with her work ethics
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Okay so i had people give me asks for this bingo for these characters
Poland
Lithuania
Belarus
Russia
Czechia
Latvia
So choose one or two of these so i can compare bingo boards!
Oh my god, I'm so sorry for my lack of Eastern European Enthusiasm 😭 One day I'll get there, but as of rn I wouldn't feel confident to answer for belarus and the two baltics. However, I can scrape enough for the other three, but leave Ivan out.
Czech Republic
She was the HIGHLIGHT of returning to watching Hetalia. She's an arrogant, workaholic, perfectionist bitch and I love her so much for it I want to cry. I want her hard work to pay off so badly, but also need to see her eat shit every two meters and yet her barely learning anything about her hubris along the way. She's so BABYGIRL, I want to date her. Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, gOOD FOR HER!!!
Poland
Feliks is a delight, always, I love when he shows his cute little face and honestly, I love his easy-going attitude after all the shit this country has been through. He is also Babygirl (tm), he's the bitch to end all bitches and he EARNT it. Also uwu darling boy.
#read bad turgre fanfic with friends once and feliks showed up for one dialogue and immediately was my favourite part of it#he just makes everything so much brighter!!!#and czech is sooooooo yes girl. she is the best she is the worst and I love female characters like her.#i want her in my AU SOOOO badly I want to give her two right hands and let her terrorize her neighbours with her work ethics#technically she is mentioned in my German spinoff fic soooo#beareplies#council-of-beetroot#aph#aph poland#aph czech republic
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🏹 not your boyfriend, not your girlfriend: soobin x fem!reader | college au!, friends to lovers | warnings: some smut ♡
you ain’t my boyfriend and I ain’t your girlfriend but you don’t want me to see nobody else and I don’t want you to see nobody…
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He’s not your boyfriend. You’re not his girlfriend. But the thought of someone else touching you angers him. The thought of another female even looking at him throws you into a spiral.
Yet there’s nothing either of you can do about it. You two aren’t together after all.
You lean against the wall twirling the red solo cup in your hand, glancing around the room at the sea of drunk college kids. Watching as they play party games and sing so off-key to the music blasting out of the speakers.
You take a sip from your drink, debating whether or not to leave right after this cup was empty. Parties weren’t really your thing after all. You only come with your best friend, who ended up ditching you the moment you walked in the door.
You finished the drink, turning to leave when someone bumps into you.
“There you were babe!” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your forehead, “been looking everywhere for you.”
You sign, knowing now that you’re trapped.
“Come on, babe don’t look so disappointed to see me.”
“I was fixing to leave, Soobin.” you scoffed, finally breaking free from his arms.
His dimple smile melts your heart, sending tingles down your spine, “I noticed you seemed like you wanted to leave,” he said looking down at your empty cup, “but the guy standing by the window was giving you a look and decided to step in to protect you.”
You raised your brow at him, “Protect me? Soobin?”
He nodded, “Of course. Mans looks like a whole dick and a half.”
You chuckle, dropping your head into your palm, “Probably because he HAS a dick, Choi Soobin.”
Soobin tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He wants to shout at you his feelings so you could finally understand why he’s so protective over you.
Soobin grabs your empty cup and sets it against the counter then places his hands on your shoulders, softly pressing you against the wall.
You look up at him, seeing the want in his eyes. Your whole body heats up.
“Just spend some extra time with me, ya? Before you decide to head out?” He whispered.
How quickly you nodded your head in agreement should scare you, you didn’t want him to know how badly you wanted him. He’s not your boyfriend, after all.
Soobin smirks, sliding his hands down to your hands. Pulling you away from the wall and leading you up the stairs in this dance you’ve both done many times before.
It started out like this.
Two lonely people at a party were ditched by their friends and had nothing else better to do than each other.
You knew who he was. He sat two rows behind you in class. He was quiet, and only spoke to his friends he had in class. Was five minutes early every day and for the most part kept to himself unless spoken to by the professor or another classmate.
It surprised you when he first walked into the party. Barely even recognized him. He went from this innocent boy who hid his face with his hair, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie to class, into this sexy man in tight light blue skinny jeans with holes in them, Nike air forces, and a long sleeve black shirt with his hair parted.
If you didn’t know him from before, you would assume he was one of the popular party boys all the girls drool over.
And damn, he was catching looks from the girls at the party.
Your best friend looped her arm with yours, “Earth to Y/N!! Did you hear me?”
You snapped your eyes away from Choi Soobin, giving your best friend your full attention, “I’m sorry I was daydreaming, what did you say?”
She side-eyes the area you were just staring at, “were you looking at Soobin?”
You blink at her, “You know him? And calling him by his first name?”
She smiles brightly, “Yep! we have chem lab together and I’m SOOOO into one of his friends.”
You nodded at her, “I should’ve known,” You looked back over in Soobin’s direction, noticing his dog pack behind him, “which one are you here for?” you asked her.
She giggles and squeezes your arm tighter, “Taehyun! We met at the campus coffee shop and totally hit it off right away!”
You nodded again, “I’m sure you did.”
“We did! And he told me about this party tonight.”
“Is that why you canceled our stay indoors and watch horror movies best friend date and dragged me to this party instead? To hook up with Kang Taehyun?” you raised a brow at her.
“When you put it that way you make me seem like a bad guy,” she pouted at you, “plus he told me his friends would be coming with him, sooooo I figured you could ya know.” she nudged your arm.
You scoff at her, “Nope! absolutely not. I’m going home!”
“Y/N! Please, you need to get out there!”
Before you could protest, Soobin and his four friends were right beside you guys.
“Wow you made it Hanna,” Taehyun says basically stealing my best friend from me, “who’s this?” he asked giving me a small smile.
“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”
Taehyung nodded, “Nice to put a face to the name. Hanna talks about you all the time.”
You glance over at her. She gives you her normal apologetic smile.
“Anyways how rude, these are my best friends, Choi Yeonjun, Huening kai, Choi Beomgyu and that’s—“
“Choi Soobin.” you said, giving all five of them a small smile.
The boys all looked at Soobin, waiting for an explanation.
“W-we have a class together.” Soobin says, shoving his hands into his pockets.
After that awkward conversation, you slowly walked away to grab yourself a drink, because god knows you need it now.
“Grab me a drink too please!” Hanna calls after you.
When you returned to the same spot the six of them were, only Soobin remained.
You shook your head, “where did they go?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Your guess is as good as mine.” He folded his arms against his chest and leaned against the wall.
You stood beside him, “well you can have this I guess.” you said, handing him the cup.
“I didn’t picture you as a partygoer, Y/N.” Soobin softly smiles while taking a sip of the drink.
“You neither, you completely look different than you do in class.”
He chuckles, “Yeah I don’t really try for college. No need to impress anyone. Go in, get your education, get out, and go back home.”
“Then why are you here tonight?” you asked.
He glances at you, “Everyone else was coming, and Yeonjun Hyung basically pulled me by my ear out of the dorm.”
You nodded with a sigh, “Hanna basically did the same to me.”
“Guess we’re in this together then.” Soobin held out his cup towards you in a way of cheers.
You mimicked the action, then you both chugged down the drinks.
You don’t remember much of the conversations after that. Just that you both continued to drink and drink.
“Okay okay, truth time.” Soobin drunkenly giggles.
“What is this? Truth or dare? Are we five?” you giggle back at him.
“Never too old for it,” he defends, “anyways truth.”
“Okay, I’m listening.” You smile, taking another sip of your drink.
Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, glancing across the room, “Have you met Yeonjun hyung before?”
Your smile drops, “Choi Yeonjun? I mean we have a couple of other classes together and I pass him in the halls sometimes,” you look in the same direction as Soobin, noticing Yeonjun is looking back, “why? Is something wrong?”
Soobin sighs and looks back at you, “I am very observant and noticed the moment we walked in and he looked at you that…well.”
You look into Soobin’s eyes, “are you implying he’s interested in me?”
Soobin shrugged, “he could be. Either that or like I asked if the two of you knew each other beforehand. But he’s been looking at you the entire night.”
You laughed, “Soobin, you’re acting jealous right now.”
He rolls his eyes, “I barely know you, how could I be jealous?” he shakes his head chuckling, “I just know hyung, and wanted to just give ya a heads up is all.”
You tilted your head, “That’s really sweet, but you’re not my boyfriend so you don’t need to look after me like that.”
Soobin rolled his eyes again, “noted.”
“How about you then? Hmm?”
He takes a sip, “What about me?”
“With how you walked in here you must have girls begging for your attention. Do you dress like this outside of school too?”
He nodded, “I do. That doesn’t mean girls are making passes at me.”
You glanced around the room and noticed at least two girls blushing over him.
“There are two girls right over there who would love your attention right now.”
Soobin looks in the direction you pointed at, then shook his head, then looked back at you, “Not interested.”
“What? Are you nervous or something?” you teased him.
He gives you a confused look, “what would I have to be nervous about?”
“I dunno, maybe you’ve never hooked up with a girl at a party before.” you continued to tease him.
Soobin raised his brow at you, “You’re making these assumptions as if you know me personally.”
“Well truth time then, have you ever hooked up with someone before?”
Soobin’s face turned a shade of pink, looking away from you he answered, “I have.”
You slapped your hands on your cheeks, “Omg really!? the shy Choi Soobin from class actually pulled girls!?”
He glances at you, “Of course I have. you act like sex is such an uncommon thing for shy people like me.” He finished his cup and tossed it onto the counter, then made direct eye contact with you, “do you not believe me?”
You shook your head, “Nope.”
Soobin smirked, chewing on his bottom lips.
You could see the gears in his head turning, “what are you thinking about?”
“I could prove it to you.”
You weren’t expecting his response. Your whole body started to tingle, “prove it to me?” you nervously giggled, looking away from him.
You weren’t expecting the next turn of events to happen either, Soobin had you against the wall, one hand above your head, the other was on your hip, and his body was pressed against yours.
“I didn’t stutter.” he whispered, connecting his forehead against yours.
You stared up at him, “where did this confidence come from?” you whispered back.
“Always been here, I just don’t show it.”
You could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your knees started to feel weak and your hands trembled at your sides.
Soobin pressed himself even closer to you, his arm completely wrapping around behind your back, “I’ve honestly been wanting to hook up with you since the moment I met you in class.”
You bit your lip, his confession turned you on more than you wanted to attempt to yourself. It was so hot seeing this once-shy boy you normally see in class act this sexy. Was it the alcohol? or is he really this confident? Either way, it was killing you.
“Are you going to kiss me or continue to just look at me?” you asked, testing your own confidence.
His lips connected with yours, the taste of cherry and alcohol filled your senses from his chapstick and the drink he just finished. You had a better smell of his cologne and oh man it was sending you into a frenzy.
You were melting against his touch with the way his hands were on your body. His tongue sent chills down your spine every time it brushed against your own.
You didn’t care that you two were making out in the middle of the kitchen at some random party with many people around.
All you cared about was him.
He led you up the stairs and into an empty room, quickly closing and locking the door behind him.
His hands and lips were back on you in an instant as if those short couple minutes were too long.
He pulled his shirt over his head, his body leaving you even more breathless.
You tossed your tank top over your head and somewhere in the room.
His body was back against yours, the skin-to-skin contact made your head spin.
Soobin played with the button of your jeans, silently asking for permission.
You let him, your hands going to the button of his jeans immediately after.
It’s been so long since you’ve been naked in front of someone and you figured the first time having sex again would make you nervous and hide like a child, but it was different with Soobin. He brought out this confidence in you that you never knew you had. The rest of your clothes came off quickly, and the same did his.
You could have sworn Soobin’s body was crafted by the gods. He’s so beautiful.
His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs slowly gliding over your nipples. You moaned against his mouth.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to straddle him.
Soobin looked you up and down, “You’re so beautiful, every inch of you.” his hands squeezed your hips.
Your fingers played in his hair, “is this something you want?” you asked.
Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, slowly nodding, positioning his member for you, “I will literally lose it if you don’t slide down onto me right now.” he whispered.
Sex with Soobin was pure bliss. You felt that bliss with every inch of your body as you rode him. His lips and hands never left your body and your hands never left his hair until you both finished.
You two returned to the party like nothing ever happened. The two girls who were drooling over Soobin earlier seemed to only be even more interested in him now that sex was literally written all over his face.
You scoff, “Those two still want you.”
Soobin wrapped his arm around your waist, “Hmm jealous are we?”
You chuckled, “Of course not. You’re not my boyfriend.”
Soobin laughed with you, “And you’re not my girlfriend.”
It’s been almost a year since then.
You and Soobin have had sex multiple times since then, and he still made you lose your breath every single time.
The two of you grew to even become friends in a way. Or even best friends some would say. The two of you started hanging out outside of the classroom and at parties. He got to know you so well and the same with you towards him. He became someone you didn’t want to have a life without.
But the feelings you started to build up for him over that year were growing too strong for you to contain.
Little did you know the feeling was mutual for Soobin.
He hated it when he knew you were going to parties or anywhere alone. He hated the thought of another man putting his hands on you. The thought of another man kissing you, touching you, making you feel the way only he wants you to feel. And the thought of you dating another man…
Soobin understood how your relationship was: two classmates that had sex and turned into friends who have sex. That’s all it was supposed to be until the night he realized he had feelings and realized he hated any man that looked in your direction.
You also secretly felt that way about any woman who looked at Soobin.
The two of you had this secret unspoken thing that you both didn’t want the other to see anyone else. You both just didn’t know it.
Soobin was running late and was never late. It wasn’t him to be late.
Tonight’s party was being held on campus for the school winning some kinda sports event. Soobin walked into the courtyard, immediately being met by Huening Kai and Beomgyu.
“you’re late!” Kai said looking at his watch.
“Yeah yeah I know,” Soobin sighed, “where are Taehyun and Yeonjun?”
“Taehyun is with Hanna…” Beomgyu shrugged.
“Should have known, and Yeonjun?” Soobin asked.
Kai and Beomgyu went quiet.
Soobin looked between the both of them, confusion showing on his face.
“Where is Yeonjun?” Soobin asked again.
“He’s well…he’s with someone.” Kai said, trying to smile.
“Okay…?” Soobin raised a brow.
“He’s with—“ Beomgyu started, but Kai quickly covered his mouth.
“He’s not with anyone! hahaha.” Kai nervously laughed.
Soobin continued to look between his juniors, still confused about what was even going on between the two of them.
Until it clicked in his head.
Soobin quickly moved past them, “where is he?”
“Soobin Hyung, wait!” They called out for him.
Soobin knew Yeonjun secretly had a thing for you, it was written all over his face from the beginning.
Soobin made his way inside the campus and asked people left and right if they’d seen both of you, none knew until someone pointed him in the direction of the gymnasium where they were handing out food, punch, and alcohol.
He found the both of you standing on the far side of the gym. Yeonjun was standing too close to you for his liking.
Soobin quickly walked up, wrapping his arm around Yeonjun, “There you guys are! I was looking for you!”
“You’re late!” You said checking the time on your phone, “Yeonjun and I almost started drinking without you. Where’s everyone else?”
Soobin shrugged his shoulders, “Huening Kai and Beomgyu were in the courtyard. Apparently Taehyun—“
“Is with Hanna, of course.” you sigh, “I’m happy for them so I’ll let it slide.” You started to walk away, “I’m going to the courtyard and I’ll call Hanna to meet us there.”
Soobin nodded, “grab me a drink on the way out okay?” he asked you.
You gave him a thumbs up, walking away. You could tell something was bothering Soobin but didn’t want to press the conversation in front of Yeonjun.
Once you were out of the gym, Soobin let go of Yeonjun facing him.
“What is that look for?” Yeonjun asked.
“It’s nothing. Ready to meet with the others?” Soobin asked, starting to walk away.
“Hey, is Y/N talking to anyone by chance?” Yeonjun asked.
Soobin stops walking, “Uhh not that I know of…why?”
“Because I’m interested in her. She’s your best friend besides me of course, and I think she’s funny and I want to get to know her a little more than I already do.”
Soobin looked at his hyung, trying everything in him to not shout at him to leave you alone. But he knows he can’t. He’s not your boyfriend.
“Soobin say something,” Yeonjun said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I uhh…I can ask if she’s talking to someone.”
“That’s now why I meant.” Yeonjun tried to make eye contact with Soobin, wanting him to tell the truth.
“What do you mean then?”
Yeonjun sighs, “What I’m trying to say is, if you’re not going to make a pass at her, I’m going to.”
Soobin’s heart dropped, and his body filled up with heat, it took everything in him to say what he did next, “I’m not her boyfriend, do whatever you want.”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “I can’t man!” Soobin looked at his hyung confused, “You’re having sex with her and it’s so obvious that the two of you are pining for each other and just won’t say anything. I’m tired of hearing the “She’s not my girlfriend, I’m not her boyfriend” bullshit. I would feel terrible if I went after Y/N, knowing you damn well want her for yourself.”
Soobin looked away, “We made it clear to each other the first time we hooked up that we weren’t together, it was all about the sex and that’s it.”
“Yeah, and it’s been a year since then man,” Yeonjun walked closer to Soobin, putting his hands on his friends’ shoulders, “I can see it in the way you look at her dude, it’s not just about the sex anymore and with the way you dart across the room when another man looks at her? or how when she notices any other girl looks at you? have you not noticed how jealous she gets? how will she stand closer to you?”
Soobin shook his head, “She doesn’t want me in that way.”
Yeonjun nodded, “I still think you need to tell her, and I’m giving you until tomorrow night to say something, or else I’ll try and make a pass to her.”
Yeonjun patted his back and then finally walked away.
Soobin knew he was right, it’s time to say something.
You stood outside their dorm building, the summer breeze felt warm against your skin.
You checked the time on your phone, Soobin said to meet him here before returning back to the party but he’s once again running late. This isn’t like him.
You finally catch Soobin walking over towards you but with another girl hooked up on his arm.
Jealousy filled you. You looked away, shoving your hands into your jeans pockets, trying to shove down the feeling. “he’s not your boyfriend…Y/N…” You repeated the words in your head over and over again. You don’t have a right to be jealous. You’re not his girlfriend.
“Soobinnie!” oh god you wanted to throw up, “my dorm is across the street there!”
You glanced over at them, this girl was drunk and clearly trying to get Soobin in her bed.
Soobin looked at you, and you quickly looked away.
“Can you make it back there on your own?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes. You knew how good Soobin was in bed, it shouldn’t surprise you he probably has been in other beds besides yours.
“I may need some help…” you wanted to barf.
“Hey,” you shouted, “you clearly aren’t drunk enough to try and get him in your room so you can obviously walk up there alone, okay?”
Soobin’s eyes widen, he’s never seen you act like that before.
“Is that your girlfriend or something?” the girl asked, “I knew you were too gorgeous to be single.”
“He’s single all right,” you mumbled to yourself.
Soobin sighed, “I can’t go any further with you, I apologize.”
The girl scoffs but eventually walks away.
“What was with that attitude?” Soobin asked, giving you a sassy look.
“She clearly was trying way too hard.” you softly snap, “it was way too obvious.”
“Are you jealous?” Soobin teased, standing in front of you.
You rolled your eyes, “no reason to be jealous, you’re not my—“
“Boyfriend, I know,” he said. You looked up at him and noticed the hurt in your eyes, “but maybe I should be.”
“Wait, what?” you asked.
Soobin looked away, “I want to be your boyfriend, Y/N. It’s not just about the sex anymore, I want all of you. My heart can’t take it anymore. If I see one more man try to make a pass at you, I’m going to lose it.”
“Soobin…” you softly said his name.
“God, I love the way you say my name…but I already know your response to this, that our relationship is strictly sex. We made that agreement a year ago and—“
“Soobin shut up and kiss me right now.”
He looks deeply into your eyes and all you can see is the spark that lights up his entire being.
His hands are on the sides of your face in an instant and his lips connected to yours.
You’ve kissed him millions of times, but never like this. The last kisses have always been filled with lust, want, desire, temptation, and need. But this one was filled with…well, love.
It was filled with so much love.
“I’m in love with you, Soobin.” you whispered in between kisses, “and if one more damn woman looks at you with the desire that I have for you, I’ll commit murder.”
He giggles against your lips, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”
“As your girlfriend, I have a right to be.”
“And as your boyfriend, I’ll allow you to be.”
You smiled against his lips, “I love you.”
“I’ve loved you since the moment you let me lead you up those stairs, my heart has been yours since the beginning.”
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not your boyfriend, not your girlfriend
Pairing: reader x soobin
Genre: college au!, friends to lovers
Warnings: some smut <3
Word Count: 4.1k
you ain't my boyfriend and I ain't your girlfriend but you don't want me to see nobody else and I don't want you to see nobody...
He’s not your boyfriend. You’re not his girlfriend. But the thought of someone else touching you angers him. The thought of another female even looking at him throws you into a spiral.
Yet there’s nothing either of you can do about it. You two aren’t together after all.
You lean against the wall twirling the red solo cup in your hand, glancing around the room at the sea of drunk college kids. Watching as they play party games and sing so off-key to the music blasting out of the speakers.
You take a sip from your drink, debating whether or not to leave right after this cup was empty. Parties weren’t really your thing after all. You only come with your best friend, who ended up ditching you the moment you walked in the door.
You finished the drink, turning to leave when someone bumps into you.
“There you were babe!” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your forehead, “been looking everywhere for you.”
You sign, knowing now that you’re trapped.
“Come on, babe don’t look so disappointed to see me.”
“I was fixing to leave, Soobin.” you scoffed, finally breaking free from his arms.
His dimple smile melts your heart, sending tingles down your spine, “I noticed you seemed like you wanted to leave,” he said looking down at your empty cup, “but the guy standing by the window was giving you a look and decided to step in to protect you.”
You raised your brow at him, “Protect me? Soobin?”
He nodded, “Of course. Mans looks like a whole dick and a half.”
You chuckle, dropping your head into your palm, “Probably because he HAS a dick, Choi Soobin.”
Soobin tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He wants to shout at you his feelings so you could finally understand why he’s so protective over you.
Soobin grabs your empty cup and sets it against the counter then places his hands on your shoulders, softly pressing you against the wall.
You look up at him, seeing the want in his eyes. Your whole body heats up.
“Just spend some extra time with me, ya? Before you decide to head out?” He whispered.
How quickly you nodded your head in agreement should scare you, you didn’t want him to know how badly you wanted him. He’s not your boyfriend, after all.
Soobin smirks, sliding his hands down to your hands. Pulling you away from the wall and leading you up the stairs in this dance you’ve both done many times before.
It started out like this.
Two lonely people at a party were ditched by their friends and had nothing else better to do than each other.
You knew who he was. He sat two rows behind you in class. He was quiet, and only spoke to his friends he had in class. Was five minutes early every day and for the most part kept to himself unless spoken to by the professor or another classmate.
It surprised you when he first walked into the party. Barely even recognized him. He went from this innocent boy who hid his face with his hair, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie to class, into this sexy man in tight light blue skinny jeans with holes in them, Nike air forces, and a long sleeve black shirt with his hair parted.
If you didn’t know him from before, you would assume he was one of the popular party boys all the girls drool over.
And damn, he was catching looks from the girls at the party.
Your best friend looped her arm with yours, “Earth to Y/N!! Did you hear me?”
You snapped your eyes away from Choi Soobin, giving your best friend your full attention, “I’m sorry I was daydreaming, what did you say?”
She side-eyes the area you were just staring at, “were you looking at Soobin?”
You blink at her, “You know him? And calling him by his first name?”
She smiles brightly, “Yep! we have chem lab together and I’m SOOOO into one of his friends.”
You nodded at her, “I should’ve known,” You looked back over in Soobin’s direction, noticing his dog pack behind him, “which one are you here for?” you asked her.
She giggles and squeezes your arm tighter, “Taehyun! We met at the campus coffee shop and totally hit it off right away!”
You nodded again, “I’m sure you did.”
“We did! And he told me about this party tonight.”
“Is that why you canceled our stay indoors and watch horror movies best friend date and dragged me to this party instead? To hook up with Kang Taehyun?” you raised a brow at her.
“When you put it that way you make me seem like a bad guy,” she pouted at you, “plus he told me his friends would be coming with him, sooooo I figured you could ya know.” she nudged your arm.
You scoff at her, “Nope! absolutely not. I’m going home!”
“Y/N! Please, you need to get out there!”
Before you could protest, Soobin and his four friends were right beside you guys.
“Wow you made it Hanna,” Taehyun says basically stealing my best friend from me, “who's this?” he asked giving me a small smile.
“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”
Taehyung nodded, “Nice to put a face to the name. Hanna talks about you all the time.”
You glance over at her. She gives you her normal apologetic smile.
“Anyways how rude, these are my best friends, Choi Yeonjun, Huening kai, Choi Beomgyu and that’s—“
“Choi Soobin.” you said, giving all five of them a small smile.
The boys all looked at Soobin, waiting for an explanation.
“W-we have a class together.” Soobin says, shoving his hands into his pockets.
After that awkward conversation, you slowly walked away to grab yourself a drink, because god knows you need it now.
“Grab me a drink too please!” Hanna calls after you.
When you returned to the same spot the six of them were, only Soobin remained.
You shook your head, “where did they go?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Your guess is as good as mine.” He folded his arms against his chest and leaned against the wall.
You stood beside him, “well you can have this I guess.” you said, handing him the cup.
“I didn’t picture you as a partygoer, Y/N.” Soobin softly smiles while taking a sip of the drink.
“You neither, you completely look different than you do in class.”
He chuckles, “Yeah I don’t really try for college. No need to impress anyone. Go in, get your education, get out, and go back home.”
“Then why are you here tonight?” you asked.
He glances at you, “Everyone else was coming, and Yeonjun Hyung basically pulled me by my ear out of the dorm.”
You nodded with a sigh, “Hanna basically did the same to me.”
“Guess we’re in this together then.” Soobin held out his cup towards you in a way of cheers.
You mimicked the action, then you both chugged down the drinks.
You don’t remember much of the conversations after that. Just that you both continued to drink and drink.
“Okay okay, truth time.” Soobin drunkenly giggles.
“What is this? Truth or dare? Are we five?” you giggle back at him.
“Never too old for it,” he defends, “anyways truth.”
“Okay, I’m listening.” You smile, taking another sip of your drink.
Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, glancing across the room, “Have you met Yeonjun hyung before?”
Your smile drops, “Choi Yeonjun? I mean we have a couple of other classes together and I pass him in the halls sometimes,” you look in the same direction as Soobin, noticing Yeonjun is looking back, “why? Is something wrong?”
Soobin sighs and looks back at you, “I am very observant and noticed the moment we walked in and he looked at you that…well.”
You look into Soobin’s eyes, “are you implying he’s interested in me?”
Soobin shrugged, “he could be. Either that or like I asked if the two of you knew each other beforehand. But he’s been looking at you the entire night.”
You laughed, “Soobin, you’re acting jealous right now.”
He rolls his eyes, “I barely know you, how could I be jealous?” he shakes his head chuckling, “I just know hyung, and wanted to just give ya a heads up is all.”
You tilted your head, “That’s really sweet, but you’re not my boyfriend so you don’t need to look after me like that.”
Soobin rolled his eyes again, “noted.”
“How about you then? Hmm?”
He takes a sip, “What about me?”
“With how you walked in here you must have girls begging for your attention. Do you dress like this outside of school too?”
He nodded, “I do. That doesn’t mean girls are making passes at me.”
You glanced around the room and noticed at least two girls blushing over him.
“There are two girls right over there who would love your attention right now.”
Soobin looks in the direction you pointed at, then shook his head, then looked back at you, “Not interested.”
“What? Are you nervous or something?” you teased him.
He gives you a confused look, “what would I have to be nervous about?”
“I dunno, maybe you’ve never hooked up with a girl at a party before.” you continued to tease him.
Soobin raised his brow at you, “You’re making these assumptions as if you know me personally.”
“Well truth time then, have you ever hooked up with someone before?”
Soobin’s face turned a shade of pink, looking away from you he answered, “I have.”
You slapped your hands on your cheeks, “Omg really!? the shy Choi Soobin from class actually pulled girls!?”
He glances at you, “Of course I have. you act like sex is such an uncommon thing for shy people like me.” He finished his cup and tossed it onto the counter, then made direct eye contact with you, “do you not believe me?”
You shook your head, “Nope.”
Soobin smirked, chewing on his bottom lips.
You could see the gears in his head turning, “what are you thinking about?”
“I could prove it to you.”
You weren’t expecting his response. Your whole body started to tingle, “prove it to me?” you nervously giggled, looking away from him.
You weren’t expecting the next turn of events to happen either, Soobin had you against the wall, one hand above your head, the other was on your hip, and his body was pressed against yours.
“I didn’t stutter.” he whispered, connecting his forehead against yours.
You stared up at him, “where did this confidence come from?” you whispered back.
“Always been here, I just don’t show it.”
You could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your knees started to feel weak and your hands trembled at your sides.
Soobin pressed himself even closer to you, his arm completely wrapping around behind your back, “I’ve honestly been wanting to hook up with you since the moment I met you in class.”
You bit your lip, his confession turned you on more than you wanted to attempt to yourself. It was so hot seeing this once-shy boy you normally see in class act this sexy. Was it the alcohol? or is he really this confident? Either way, it was killing you.
“Are you going to kiss me or continue to just look at me?” you asked, testing your own confidence.
His lips connected with yours, the taste of cherry and alcohol filled your senses from his chapstick and the drink he just finished. You had a better smell of his cologne and oh man it was sending you into a frenzy.
You were melting against his touch with the way his hands were on your body. His tongue sent chills down your spine every time it brushed against your own.
You didn’t care that you two were making out in the middle of the kitchen at some random party with many people around.
All you cared about was him.
He led you up the stairs and into an empty room, quickly closing and locking the door behind him.
His hands and lips were back on you in an instant as if those short couple minutes were too long.
He pulled his shirt over his head, his body leaving you even more breathless.
You tossed your tank top over your head and somewhere in the room.
His body was back against yours, the skin-to-skin contact made your head spin.
Soobin played with the button of your jeans, silently asking for permission.
You let him, your hands going to the button of his jeans immediately after.
It’s been so long since you’ve been naked in front of someone and you figured the first time having sex again would make you nervous and hide like a child, but it was different with Soobin. He brought out this confidence in you that you never knew you had. The rest of your clothes came off quickly, and the same did his.
You could have sworn Soobin’s body was crafted by the gods. He’s so beautiful.
His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs slowly gliding over your nipples. You moaned against his mouth.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to straddle him.
Soobin looked you up and down, “You’re so beautiful, every inch of you.” his hands squeezed your hips.
Your fingers played in his hair, “is this something you want?” you asked.
Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, slowly nodding, positioning his member for you, “I will literally lose it if you don’t slide down onto me right now.” he whispered.
Sex with Soobin was pure bliss. You felt that bliss with every inch of your body as you rode him. His lips and hands never left your body and your hands never left his hair until you both finished.
You two returned to the party like nothing ever happened. The two girls who were drooling over Soobin earlier seemed to only be even more interested in him now that sex was literally written all over his face.
You scoff, “Those two still want you.”
Soobin wrapped his arm around your waist, “Hmm jealous are we?”
You chuckled, “Of course not. You're not my boyfriend.”
Soobin laughed with you, “And you’re not my girlfriend.”
It’s been almost a year since then.
You and Soobin have had sex multiple times since then, and he still made you lose your breath every single time.
The two of you grew to even become friends in a way. Or even best friends some would say. The two of you started hanging out outside of the classroom and at parties. He got to know you so well and the same with you towards him. He became someone you didn’t want to have a life without.
But the feelings you started to build up for him over that year were growing too strong for you to contain.
Little did you know the feeling was mutual for Soobin.
He hated it when he knew you were going to parties or anywhere alone. He hated the thought of another man putting his hands on you. The thought of another man kissing you, touching you, making you feel the way only he wants you to feel. And the thought of you dating another man…
Soobin understood how your relationship was: two classmates that had sex and turned into friends who have sex. That’s all it was supposed to be until the night he realized he had feelings and realized he hated any man that looked in your direction.
You also secretly felt that way about any woman who looked at Soobin.
The two of you had this secret unspoken thing that you both didn’t want the other to see anyone else. You both just didn’t know it.
Soobin was running late and was never late. It wasn’t him to be late.
Tonight’s party was being held on campus for the school winning some kinda sports event. Soobin walked into the courtyard, immediately being met by Huening Kai and Beomgyu.
“you’re late!” Kai said looking at his watch.
“Yeah yeah I know,” Soobin sighed, “where are Taehyun and Yeonjun?”
“Taehyun is with Hanna…” Beomgyu shrugged.
“Should have known, and Yeonjun?” Soobin asked.
Kai and Beomgyu went quiet.
Soobin looked between the both of them, confusion showing on his face.
“Where is Yeonjun?” Soobin asked again.
“He’s well…he’s with someone.” Kai said, trying to smile.
“Okay…?” Soobin raised a brow.
“He’s with—“ Beomgyu started, but Kai quickly covered his mouth.
“He’s not with anyone! hahaha.” Kai nervously laughed.
Soobin continued to look between his juniors, still confused about what was even going on between the two of them.
Until it clicked in his head.
Soobin quickly moved past them, “where is he?”
“Soobin Hyung, wait!” They called out for him.
Soobin knew Yeonjun secretly had a thing for you, it was written all over his face from the beginning.
Soobin made his way inside the campus and asked people left and right if they’d seen both of you, none knew until someone pointed him in the direction of the gymnasium where they were handing out food, punch, and alcohol.
He found the both of you standing on the far side of the gym. Yeonjun was standing too close to you for his liking.
Soobin quickly walked up, wrapping his arm around Yeonjun, “There you guys are! I was looking for you!”
“You’re late!” You said checking the time on your phone, “Yeonjun and I almost started drinking without you. Where’s everyone else?”
Soobin shrugged his shoulders, “Huening Kai and Beomgyu were in the courtyard. Apparently Taehyun—“
“Is with Hanna, of course.” you sigh, “I’m happy for them so I’ll let it slide.” You started to walk away, “I’m going to the courtyard and I’ll call Hanna to meet us there.”
Soobin nodded, “grab me a drink on the way out okay?” he asked you.
You gave him a thumbs up, walking away. You could tell something was bothering Soobin but didn’t want to press the conversation in front of Yeonjun.
Once you were out of the gym, Soobin let go of Yeonjun facing him.
“What is that look for?” Yeonjun asked.
“It’s nothing. Ready to meet with the others?” Soobin asked, starting to walk away.
“Hey, is Y/N talking to anyone by chance?” Yeonjun asked.
Soobin stops walking, “Uhh not that I know of…why?”
“Because I'm interested in her. She’s your best friend besides me of course, and I think she’s funny and I want to get to know her a little more than I already do.”
Soobin looked at his hyung, trying everything in him to not shout at him to leave you alone. But he knows he can’t. He’s not your boyfriend.
“Soobin say something,” Yeonjun said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I uhh…I can ask if she’s talking to someone.”
“That’s now why I meant.” Yeonjun tried to make eye contact with Soobin, wanting him to tell the truth.
“What do you mean then?”
Yeonjun sighs, “What I'm trying to say is, if you’re not going to make a pass at her, I'm going to.”
Soobin’s heart dropped, and his body filled up with heat, it took everything in him to say what he did next, “I’m not her boyfriend, do whatever you want.”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “I can’t man!” Soobin looked at his hyung confused, “You’re having sex with her and it’s so obvious that the two of you are pining for each other and just won’t say anything. I’m tired of hearing the “She’s not my girlfriend, I’m not her boyfriend” bullshit. I would feel terrible if I went after Y/N, knowing you damn well want her for yourself.”
Soobin looked away, “We made it clear to each other the first time we hooked up that we weren’t together, it was all about the sex and that’s it.”
“Yeah, and it’s been a year since then man,” Yeonjun walked closer to Soobin, putting his hands on his friends' shoulders, “I can see it in the way you look at her dude, it’s not just about the sex anymore and with the way you dart across the room when another man looks at her? or how when she notices any other girl looks at you? have you not noticed how jealous she gets? how will she stand closer to you?”
Soobin shook his head, “She doesn’t want me in that way.”
Yeonjun nodded, “I still think you need to tell her, and I’m giving you until tomorrow night to say something, or else I’ll try and make a pass to her.”
Yeonjun patted his back and then finally walked away.
Soobin knew he was right, it’s time to say something.
You stood outside their dorm building, the summer breeze felt warm against your skin.
You checked the time on your phone, Soobin said to meet him here before returning back to the party but he’s once again running late. This isn’t like him.
You finally catch Soobin walking over towards you but with another girl hooked up on his arm.
Jealousy filled you. You looked away, shoving your hands into your jeans pockets, trying to shove down the feeling. “he’s not your boyfriend…Y/N…” You repeated the words in your head over and over again. You don’t have a right to be jealous. You’re not his girlfriend.
“Soobinnie!” oh god you wanted to throw up, “my dorm is across the street there!”
You glanced over at them, this girl was drunk and clearly trying to get Soobin in her bed.
Soobin looked at you, and you quickly looked away.
“Can you make it back there on your own?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes. You knew how good Soobin was in bed, it shouldn’t surprise you he probably has been in other beds besides yours.
“I may need some help…” you wanted to barf.
“Hey,” you shouted, “you clearly aren’t drunk enough to try and get him in your room so you can obviously walk up there alone, okay?”
Soobin’s eyes widen, he’s never seen you act like that before.
“Is that your girlfriend or something?” the girl asked, “I knew you were too gorgeous to be single.”
“He's single all right,” you mumbled to yourself.
Soobin sighed, “I can’t go any further with you, I apologize.”
The girl scoffs but eventually walks away.
“What was with that attitude?” Soobin asked, giving you a sassy look.
“She clearly was trying way too hard.” you softly snap, “it was way too obvious.”
“Are you jealous?” Soobin teased, standing in front of you.
You rolled your eyes, “no reason to be jealous, you’re not my—“
“Boyfriend, I know,” he said. You looked up at him and noticed the hurt in your eyes, “but maybe I should be.”
“Wait, what?” you asked.
Soobin looked away, “I want to be your boyfriend, Y/N. It’s not just about the sex anymore, I want all of you. My heart can’t take it anymore. If I see one more man try to make a pass at you, I'm going to lose it.”
“Soobin…” you softly said his name.
“God, I love the way you say my name…but I already know your response to this, that our relationship is strictly sex. We made that agreement a year ago and—“
“Soobin shut up and kiss me right now.”
He looks deeply into your eyes and all you can see is the spark that lights up his entire being.
His hands are on the sides of your face in an instant and his lips connected to yours.
You’ve kissed him millions of times, but never like this. The last kisses have always been filled with lust, want, desire, temptation, and need. But this one was filled with…well, love.
It was filled with so much love.
“I’m in love with you, Soobin.” you whispered in between kisses, “and if one more damn woman looks at you with the desire that I have for you, I’ll commit murder.”
He giggles against your lips, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”
“As your girlfriend, I have a right to be.”
“And as your boyfriend, I’ll allow you to be.”
You smiled against his lips, “I love you.”
“I’ve loved you since the moment you let me lead you up those stairs, my heart has been yours since the beginning.”
#tomorrow x together#choi soobin#choi soobin x reader#reader x choi soobin#choi yeonjun#choi beomgyu#kang taehyun#huening kai#txt fanfiction#txt fanfic#txt x reader#reader x txt#fluff#smutt#mywriting
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For the ask game and because I’m soooo curious about what you’ll do with this: best friends sibling au for wangxian
The way I needed a second to parse this prompt. It’s best friend’s sibling, right?
Wei Wuxian is smart, the kind of smart that meant you either went down in the history books for revolutionizing cultivation or died trying. He knows that most people assume he’s going to die trying in the attempt. He’s fairly sure his mother has had his eulogy written since he was ten and his father started picking out coffins when he hit thirteen.
It’s whatever, Wei Wuxian’s got a goal in life, and he won’t stop accelerating until he reaches it.
Everyone knows it, and he supposes that’s the reason he got introduced to Lan Xichen at the itty-bitty age of five. Well, introduced, is a rather generous way to say his mom grabbed Lan Xichen and plopped him in front of Wei Wuxian in a sort of “behold, a fellow child” movement, mortifying everyone else in attendance, particularly Uncle Lan.
Wei Wuxian struggled to get along with his agemates, outpacing them easily, and Lan Xichen apparently needed someone to poke fun at him before he turned into a total rock. They had an odd give and take relationship, and not just because Wei Wuxian’s parents were independent cultivators and homeschooled him all over the world.
At sixteen, Wei Wuxian knew that Lan Xichen latched on to him because of the end result of a messy divorce. Sects, even in this day and age, didn’t particularly condone divorce. Separation tended to be the end all, which was the reason why they never got to see Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli on the weekends.
But Lan Xichen’s parents had gone through a divorce and Gusu Lan got to keep their sect heir and Lan Xichen’s mom her youngest. She’d wanted custody of both children, but the sects wouldn’t ever allow that.
And all of this culminated in Wei Wuxian accompanying Lan Xichen to the airport to pick said younger brother up. Well, that and the broken arm. Cultivation didn’t revolutionize itself and Wei Wuxian suspected that if he’d spent another hour in the library, Uncle Lan would’ve thrown him out himself.
Lan Wangji, the brother to be picked up and taken to Gusu for the first time in ten years, was sixteen, like Wei Wuxian himself, but that didn’t mean much given how much better Wei Wuxian did around older peers.
And apparently he looked a lot like Lan Xichen—
Oh.
“Well, that was a fucking lie,” Wei Wuxian told Lan Xichen the moment he spotted what could only be Lan Wangji.
Wei Wuxian supposed that at first glance, Lan Wangji looked a lot like Lan Xichen to someone who’d seen Lan Xichen out of sect robes, but a simple comparison didn’t measure up.
“You never told me your brother was hot,” Wei Wuxian hissed. “How have I known you for two thirds of my life and never known your brother was hot?”
“I’ve shown you photos,” Lan Xichen pointed out.
Well, yeah, but Wei Wuxian hadn’t wanted to see them because he’d been dragged to the Cloud Recesses by his mother only to be told that Lan Xichen would be gone for the summer, visiting his brother and mother. And the Lan Wangji in those pictures had been inherently ugly by virtue of stealing Wei Wuxian’s best friend.
This Lan Wangji was not.
“Does Uncle Lan know your brother has an undercut?”
Holy shit, Wei Wuxian needed to touch Lan Wangji’s head so badly. Squish his face between his hands and bite his lips.
“No,” Lan Xichen said and waved at the Hottest Man Alive, trademark pending. “Would you do me the favor and tell him?”
Wei Wuxian turned to his best friend and snorted. “I love you, but if I piss of Uncle Lan one more time, he’s banning me from the Cloud Reccesses too.”
“Thought so.”
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MEE RELEASE THE ARCHIVES BABE
Thank you for this. It kick started my creativity. I have soooo many WIPs that I'm excited to show you guys and my ideas need somewhere to land, so why not here.
I'm also gonna link this to my Masterlist so I can link the finished products to both and people are able to choose how they decide which fic to read.
(A bunch of barely coherent brainstorming under the cut 😚 And this apparently will be changing and updated whenever I think of it so keep checking back 💖)
Works in progress/ideas by driver:
Lewis Hamilton
- Something with the vibe of Angel of Mine by Monica because that song reminds me of him every time it comes on and I desperately want to try writing for Lewis again
Another song one. Ours by Taylor Swift. You both are very busy but very in love and will always make time for each other. No matter what.
Max Verstappen
Raincheck sneak peek here (Intense hatred between Max and the reader can only last so long.)
Big brother Max trying to help his sister out but is block by his father at EVERY TURN. (Tyla faceclaim and the request alone has me obsessed with her now. I absolutely love her.
Different things to add to Repeat That Au; Big sister, best friend and a lot of pregnancy talk (including something that links in the On Display Au courtesy of my ♥️ anon)
Lando Norris
Lando flirting with his PR manager who is a few years older.
Two words: Uncle. Lando.
Something to the song Making Whoopee by Frank Sinatra bc Lando seems like the type of guy to do anything for the girl he wants to fu k really badly. Wedding. Home. Baby. Whole nine yards. Big simp energy. The best type of energy
More from the Valentine Au because it's cute and I love it
Lance Stroll
Fake dating. We love when besties fake date and fall in love 😙
Oscar Piastri
Oscar loves his wife. Talks about her all the time. But no one knows they're married??? A little sneaky peek (that is barely put together):
"Your girlfriend is into astrology. I made the mistake of telling her my birthday." Lando spoke, twirling his flags, not seeing the extremely confused look Oscar was giving him.
"Girlfriend?" Lando looked up at his teammate and given him an equally confused face, believing his comment was quite clear.
"Uh, yeah? Yn?" Lando was so matter of fact, and yet had no idea how wrong he was.
"Yn's my wife. We're married."
"BUT YOU'RE BABIES!?"
"YOU'RE TWO YEARS OLDER THAN US!
More for Girl Almighty bc we have to see how the reader and Oscar do driving against each other
Charles Leclerc
Cocoa Butter Kisses-Charles is mesmerizing by your everything shower routine and how good you smell when you're done
Rockstar-undercover soft girl-reader; another smutty one; just gotta figure out the direction I was to take it
Wedding Night-Self explanatory;smut and aftercare (almost done with the smut, just gotta do the aftercare)
More stuff from My Biggest Fan Au bc who doesn't love Charles and Gianna 🥹
Something to I Wish by 1D with Pierre. You and Charles are literally the perfect couple. The entire way through. (See the ideas for Pierre for his part in the plot)
Logan Sargeant
Thanksgiving with the Fam and our very own Mr. America gets to experience a black Thanksgiving (yes I did get that suggestion right after Thanksgiving. Let's not talk about that 😔)
Something with the vibe of Wouldn't it be Nice by The Beach Boys bc apparently I think Logan is the purest little boy on the grid and just wants to live a happy life with his girlfriend
Carlos Sainz
More for Mírame Au (stay tuned bc there will come a time where I open request for suggestions for this 😚)
Esteban Ocon
Man's will be pining for Lewis' personal assistant and it will become a viral F1 moment.
Daniel Ricciardo
Reader can't stand sisters new boyfriend, and Daniel can't stand the fact that his girlfriends identical twin sister hates him, but feelings change, just not for the better
Handled: The Backstory (How reader and Daniel meet and fall for each other 😚) yes it will be smutty
Something based off the song "Would You Go with Me" because it is very Daniel and I don't know how to explain it
What do you think the opposite of On Display would be? (Hint: jealous Danny 😚)
More for On Display, but I might make her an OC to make another fic suggestion (look under Max ideas) a bit easier to write.
Fernando Alonso
Fernando and reader are literally each other's muse, he talk about her all the time and he inspires and entire album (and makes his music video debut)
Fernando gets some plants to impress reader; now he the plant dad to her plant mom and it's an inside jokes between family and friends
Fernandos favorite pass time is picking the readers hair color
Sebastian Vettel
Sebastian only wants one thing: For everyone to know how much he loves his ballerina girlfriend. Another little sneak peek (that, again, is just barely put together):
"Yes. You are in the presence...of the first...black Sugar Plum Fairy for the New York City Ballet." Your cheeks were sore from smiling, but nothing could dull your shine right now. Your friends that were hovering around you finally crowd around and give you tight loving squeezes, greeting Sebastian on your phone and bragging on your accomplishment.
"Sebastian! How does it feel to be dating the best principal dancer in the history of the New York City Ballet?" Your friend, Julia, hooks her arms over your shoulders and presses her mouth to your temple.
"I'm just glad I get to be her boyfriend. That's my title now. Sebastian Vettel, boyfriend Yn, New York City Ballett Principal Dancer and first black NYCB Sugar Plum Fairy.
Pierre Gasly
Introducing new OC!Eve (Chloe Bailey faceclaim);my way of introducing the readers sister into the Repeat That Au; we get to start off with a small backstory
I Wish-1D; Pierre's got it BAD. Go listen to the song. His POV is the song. It's heartbreaking and I love it so much. Probably one of the first fics that doesn't have a happy ending.
Maxiel
Trying get someone to buy you and Daniel a drink goes wrong
#i didnt mean to post this when i did#but here we are#formula 1#black reader#f1 imagines#formula 1 x black!reader#f1 x black!reader#daniel ricciardo#max verstappen#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#lewis hamilton#lance stroll#logan sargeant#lando norris#oscar piastri#esteban ocon#fernando alonso#sebastian vettel#pierre gasly
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passstt can you do your best to explain the ‘universe’ in depth or at least so it’s understandable bc my ass is clueless 🙃
so, this is my dumb brain linking stuff so please please take this all as what it is — my stupid brain's stupid thinking. this is also the first time i've linked it all out in order. so bear with me. this is loooong. in this universe, we have like three parts: mixtape: on track — b me — mixtape: oh. and it deals with tangled romance and the consequences it has on friendships.
MIXTAPE: ON TRACK
so in mixtape: on track, the universe sets off with the boys in high school, final year, i think. minho and hyunjin are the leads in our whole universe. jeongin is like hyunjin's best friend in this au. they are film and art majors (?) and have this project i presume to make a short film (?). chan deals with the sound, jisung with the lights, changbin with the props, hyunjin with the videography, felix is directing and seungmin is the writer. minho is the main lead in this film and jeongin is a side character in this film.
insert female lead. female lead is close friends with both hyunjin and minho. it's pretty evident that minho and hyunjin likes her and hyunjin constantly does feel bad over minho and her getting closer, because well, he likes her. this feeling turns into a distaste soon enough (as seen in how hyunjin feels pathetic after the girl takes both the drinks from them + how minho shoots the goal while playing soccer and like hyunjin and minho have this weird cold gaze exchange. in both these situations, jeongin is around to help hyunjin. i'll get to this soon.) so like our boy minho and her clearly have sparks and hyunjin dislikes it. high school jealousy, if anything.
that's when hyunjin decides to take action and while shooting, when minho has to grab the female lead's hand, he butts in and holds her hand. all because he likes her and he's done being the second lead in this story. the mv ends here.
now, about jeongin, he did mention in one of his vlive that he was like a guardian angel and i do think he's like a friend that really really cares for hyunjin and doesn't ever want him to get hurt. so the whole mv wraps up in this plot of how hyunjin takes action right when minho and the female lead are slowly getting things going for them.
UNVEIL: B ME
and then we get the unveil track of b me, (how i wish they dropped the mv for this rather!). i'll make a list of stuff that happens in b me first and then tell you how my brain linked it up.
felix with the video camera + tape
jeongin distressed with bruised face
the members reminiscing what they once had before chaos struck.
a script that has even a fool knows (alternative title to on track) written (this was my cue to link them both?)
seungmin, chan and technically the whole cast looking distressed
jisung burning the film competition form (?)
changbin in the court sad and playing alone
biker!minho + biker!hyunjin (THIS ISN'T A POINT BUT THEY ARE SO HOT IN THIS AU SHUT UP RUE!!!)
minho meets with an accident + jisung rushes to his side
angry giving up skz moments
ot8 basketball happy memories
i'm going to sit here and draft this out so again, bear with me, soooo,
i presume the hyunjin grabbing the girl's hand, ofc, did not sit right with minho because technically, minho and her were a thing almost. and that ruined the friendship. this also caused the whole film shooting to turn chaotic, i presume because hyunjin's gaze in the on track mv seemed determined so i think he wasn't ready to back off either. the filming team clearly breaks apart because of this. the tension between minho and hyunjin is still very high. the team is frustrated. jisung burns the film competition form because what's the use of joining when there's no team? changbin is sad and angry and has emotions he is frustrated over (just like the other members!!) because they aren't together as a friend circle distinctly because of the feud between hyunjin and minho. they used to play basketball together (the whole of the ending part!) but not anymore.
now, we see how minho meets with an accident. i'm a bit confused with this part (this is why we need the mv for b me, jyp!!!!) but i'll state out everything i think.
a) jisung is to minho as to what jeongin is to hyunjin.
b) the accident could be solely accidental? maybe minho ran off in a fit after an argument with jeongin and hence why jeongin has the bruises and maybe in that heat, minho could have had the accident.
c) i presume jisung rushes to help him because human guardian angel of sorts of a friendship.
anyhow, i think the small clip of video tape that felix pulls out in the beginning is what they watch together. i do not think this has any correlation to the intense story besides adding the fact that they were reaaaaaaally close because they all look super happy in that shot, omg!!
MIXTAPE: OH
and now here we are, mixtape: oh. (watching and pausing the mv to go as detailed as i can with my storytelling.) this, since it was a mv, we get a story as solid as the first one (thank you, jyp. i hate you generally but thank you for this.)
so we have all the members in the drama club room. the same room we saw in the first mv i think. everyone's gathered back there, picking up their stuff because they have graduated, except for changbin and hyunjin who haven't come. jeongin searches and hopes expectantly for hyunjin to come. the blue certificate kinda thingy (I have no idea what it is. i don't read korean either and my google translate couldn't pick that up :((() is something of hyunjin's and i think minho did want hyunjin to come to this sort of reunion because he gets angry and picks up the blue thingy. he's either mad at that, or he is still mad at what happened in the past. i'm not sure. either ways, jisung is worried too as to what minho is going to do and over what he is feeling. oh, also, minho is in a cast, which means it does go exactly in the order i mentioned !!!
we then see hyunjin (shit, i cried again!) and he's painting an eye (is this a relation with some other skz song i will never know) and i think he took up art after dropping from film club so like he could distance himself from the rest of them, because well, he was 1/2 of the reason why this all happened.
we have the members reminiscing again, thinking about the good times and bad ones too. jeongin is in a tunnel (the boy is always in a tunnel. is this again a link to other mvs i do not know) and changbin goes to the drama club room all alone after everyone leaves and like i think he removed the sign of the drama club room and in my head, it's a symbolism for how everything has finally ended. all the memories they have had had finally ended with their graduation, of sorts, in that moment for him. jeongin, who is in the tunnel calls for hyunjin, like a last thread of hope he clings on to, expecting for him to finally meet them and come back to them. hyunjin doesn't pick up the call.
minho is still packing things up and as he looks through stuff he sees a calender with their anniversary date marked and he remembers of the team together once again. everyone really badly misses the old days. we see jeongin who goes to buy that drink again that he stole from hyunjin in the on track mv and he remembers felix in that moment.
felix who is in the library is with a cake. so i presume it is his birthday because he lights the candle on the cake up eventually. i think he did want to celebrate it with the team as a whole but because of the fall he can't. he opens a book and see the quote, "dreams come true to those who really want them," (we see this on the jisung bus stand shot too btw!!) and he goes on to make a wish on his cake and ie think he wished for them all to be together once again, living the happy memories again. hence the beautiful shots in the end I AM IN LOVE.
so i had this sorta ex lmao who told me this beautiful metaphor once when we broke up about how i left him on the bus of our memories and it was only i who got down and that our timings didn't match. and i think my brain instantly correlated those two, oops. so like the bus is a train of thoughts, a passageway for them to remember the happy memories. changbin remembers the happy memories he had as he looks through hsi phone with the basketball in his hand. jisung also enters the bus and remembers the moments they shared. oh, also changbin leaves when jisung enters. the timings don't match.
TIMESKIP. because this is based off kdramas for sure and what are kdramas without timeskips lmao.
minho's arm is healed. (he's also wearing such a pretty fit i want to steal!) minho goes and tried to meet hyunjin at his art studio because he wants to give it a try, this whole friendship again, i think, but hyunjin isn't there. so he leaves him a note and the certificate (??) blue thingy (?? what is it someone help me!) hyunjin comes back to see them both. this is what happens in the mv, in correlation with the other mvs.
they could clearly make another part of them actually getting together. but personally, i think they do and like felix's wish comes true because the directing is such that they end it with felix opening his eyes. (i also don't want to think of a sad alternative where felix opens his eyes only to remember reality is still the same and the feud still exists. i refuse. in my head, the next part has them coming together just like that in the snow!)
but yes, if you've reached till here, thank you for reading my incoherent mess of thoughts. ily and i hope you have a good day! 💕
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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.
For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell
fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one
i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft
that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you
tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again
as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams
jason: don't you dare put on weird shit
tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)
hear me out hear me out,
red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans
t h i g h s
holy shit yes.
SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe
superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'
does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom
it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.
I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?
as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)
somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.
and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!
babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence
babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to
JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT
again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song
The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian
oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag
soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"
i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage
Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?
don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)
What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk
stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.
This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it
This is canon now @nctxrejects
lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out
idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family
bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another
I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.
yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.
Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings
smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn
Duke was adopted by Bruce?
not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?
True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live
true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?
apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome
ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.
ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut
lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash
oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man
while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.
dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie
magnum hot take
hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth
thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)
why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???
what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones
oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no
I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked
yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends
"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years
i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.
BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them
lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.
I am in love with your posts your honour thank you
omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?
The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST:
1) clark
2) lois
3) oliver
4) dinah
5) john
Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian
yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.
tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.
and what about it?
when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST
oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat
Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes
lmao i do too
I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it
he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.
you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank
babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)
ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something
that's a very good vocabulary upgrade
somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”
steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.
Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you.
Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious
babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks
In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97
lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)
You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.
bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers
How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?
horrible, next question.
I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid
yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'
I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.
superman: so what do you do in your free time?
batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time
bruce and oliver be like
boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)
lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)
Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje
he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'
I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??
i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way
SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed
'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'
i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam
fair enough
#this is only like half of it#but at least you can get like a few answers#yanno fuck it#bataranswers#ask#asks#anon
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Underneath Starlit Skies: Sokkla Saturdays 2021
Day 8: Prince Sokka, Peasant Azula
(AKA: My Sokkla Dragon Age: Origins AU)
Once again, the story is too long to fit in Tumblr.... so proceed to read it at the site you prefer:
On FF.net//On AO3
A few tidbits of info about this AU below...
A very long time ago, a certain someone (*cough*@intolerabletyranny *cough*) thought to tell me that I should play Dragon Age: Origins because the banter between two companion characters of that game reminded her of Sokka and Azula. Said characters are Alistair and Morrigan, two of the main characters of the first game of the franchise... and some of the most important characters in the franchise altogether, if you ask me xD
Unfortunately, while the game absolutely allows you to set them up together for a certain scene in the last quests, and while it has soooo many golden lines of banter and dialogue between these two, they're both romance options for the player character rather than for each other. Which is, frankly, a really big waste because Alistair and Morrigan, together, could have had the most interesting romance in the whole franchise if you ask me :'D There are a few things I didn't really do in this story that I absolutely love about those two in game, such as giving Morrigan a little doll that looks like Alistair and that she can use to poke fun of Alistair in... rather surprising ways xD But there was no room for it in this already massive story, of course.
So, when the Prince Sokka and Peasant Azula prompt won, I had no idea what to do at first... until I remembered that my favorite ship in DA is basically that prompt for those two XD my fate was sealed then, because I knew I had to write what could have happened between Alistair and Morrigan through Sokka and Azula instead.
What followed was a wild mess of trying to figure out how to mix and match the characters from ATLA and the ones from DA:O until I got a proper cast for this story. Naturally, I couldn't have an actual player character Warden, whose true identity in this AU remains a mystery even for me xD Sokka, then, basically took the roles of both the player character, aka the Warden and Alistair, all by himself. A lot of Alistair's more goofy, childish antics were dismissed in order to give Sokka a proper balance between Alistair and the Warden here, thus why certain storylines of Alistair's don't happen here at all (such as Goldanna, who, via later Bioware storytelling, is practically an irrelevant character to Alistair at this point in time anyway...).
As for Azula, she may be a little less abrasive than Morrigan at several points, I did hold her back from slapping Sokka at one point where Morrigan does slap the Warden in the game's infamously cut "angry kiss scene" xD but a lot of her characterization here is outright taken from Morrigan in DA:O. The majority of her conflicts with Sokka over love are practically 100% borrowed from DA:O's canon, but I took a few liberties here and there, anyway :'D
Sadly, Sokka being in Alistair's role meant Katara had to be Cailan, and anyone who played the game knows what that meant. I didn't want Katara to feel like a dumbass the way Cailan does in DA:O, so I deliberately altered the dialogues where Loghain dismisses Cailan here, so that Iroh doesn't disrespect Katara that badly. As for Iroh being such a messed up gray character... that's 100% on Loghain xD I didn't embellish anything, it's completely a matter of the choices made by Loghain himself in DA:O. Sokka, being a mix of Warden and Alistair, gets to agree to Iroh's Joining without throwing a fit about it (?) and Zuko is a much less unpleasant Anora in many ways, it just didn't feel right to portray him being as much of a politically-savvy and sleazy character as Anora can be (I made every awful choice I could have in my first playthrough to see the very WORST of Anora, I swear I did... xD and I made her queen anyway! It's so unfair that she was so mean to me xD).
About Mai and her portrayal here... given that the qunari have such strict gender roles and that Dragon Age: Inquisition, third installment of the franchise, presented qunari characters like Iron Bull who accepted a trans man as a warrior without question, I decided that Mai, being the absolute most similar ATLA character to Sten, would have to be a trans man in this story as well in order to stay true to the lore. It was done because the setting really required it, a female qunari is not really allowed to be a warrior. If Sten isn't a warrior, he would never be in Ferelden when the Blight begins, so... that's why I did what I did.
And as for Toph, due to her casting as Shale, a golem who doesn't really identify as anything at first (as far as I can remember), this was a non-binary portrayal of Toph as well. In a game quest that I didn't feature in the story, Shale learns that they were actually a female dwarf in their squishy lifetime, which means that Toph might have eventually started identifying as female, but as we didn't have that part of the story in the story here, I continued to refer to Toph as they/them for authenticity's sake.
Suki was cast as Oghren but she's a little less disastrous than him xD I didn't want Suki to come off as a major alcoholic with rage management issues, but I didn't want to deviate completely from Oghren's role anyway. So she's possibly one of the characters who's most like herself... whereas Jet practically transformed completely into Zevran xD I couldn't help it, I love Zevran to pieces and Jet made a really fun Zevran to write too. Ty Lee and Leliana are remarkably similar as well, sans the religious thing in Ty Lee's case. There were a few easy casting choices, the last two were some of them... and Yagoda, the elderly healer lady from the Northern Water Tribe, a character I literally have NEVER written before, was also an easy choice for Wynne xD
Another character worth explaining a bit... is Ursa. She is possibly the most distant character from her ATLA portrayal because I turned her into Flemeth, a very iconic, very dangerous and very difficult character to grasp in DA. Flemeth is actually a seriously dangerous being, I don't want to spoil things in case anyone decides to play them xD but Azula, and so, Morrigan, are very right to be wary of their respective mothers. Flemeth isn't all evil, however, and neither is Ursa... but they somehow manage to make themselves look SO BAD to their daughters that I honestly can't blame Morrigan in the slightest for wanting nothing to do with her mother in DA XD at any rate, I may get a chance to somewhat-redeem Ursa if I continue this story in future Sokkla Saturdays...
... Which leads me to my final point to bring up, and that is Aang: there's a reason Aang wasn't in this story at all, and that's because he's the absolutely PERFECT character to correlate with a very polemic character from Dragon Age: Inquisition. Honestly, it's a no-brainer there xD if I continue this story, Aang will likely feature as that character, and it may just be the darkest Aang I've EVER written. Just so you know that it's not that I forgot him, it's really just that Aang has a very dark destiny in this AU XD
At any rate, there's more notes in the chapter itself, and I'm always ready to answer any questions you guys may have pertaining this insanely big AU :D It was a lot of fun to write, it is RIDICULOUSLY long, but I really hope you guys enjoy it if you give it a shot! :)
#sokkla#sokka#azula#sokkla saturdays#FF.net was a pain with formatting this#worth saying#and Tumblr's being a dumbass too so what else is new#anyway to my Zutarian readers#I do apologize that my first take on your ship was this sad#but I did my best to handle it as respectfully as possible and not make Katara that much of a Cailan#beyond that I think the notes address most everything I wanted to say#I had a lot of fun#I loved writing my every Morristair dream for Sokkla#they are both A++++++ ships and work so well together *sobs*#and it got completely out of my control#I am hoping I may continue this with DAI + what the 10~ish years were like#but tbh basing things off the stuff Morrigan says in DAI#the years of crossroads child raising for her and the Warden were great#*innocent whistling*#oh this was fun#though I'm sure the sequel wouldn't be this long xD
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BNHA CONCERT BAND AU BC IM A NERD
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS OR REQUESTS OR HEADCANONS AKSJHD PLS ASK ME I LOVE BAND I LOVE MUSIC AND I LOVE THIS-
Izuku Midoriya:
Boy definitely plays a wind instrument. I’m assigning him clarinet
Wants to be first chair so bad, he practices so freaking much I swear
ALWAYS. IN. A. BAND. ROOM. with Iida and Uraraka. They’re always practicing
He’s so confused with music theory, please help him. He just,, WHY is it minor?? WHY IS THERE A SOLO WITH NOTHING WRITTEN?? WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE HAS TO IMPROVISE WITH THE CHORDS WRITTEN OVER THE BARS-
Ochako Uraraka:
ALTO SAXOPHONE-
She’s also comfortable enough to play 2nd or 3rd clarinet if needed, or even soprano saxophone
Doesn’t have her own instrument, she borrows from the school and she HATES the reeds, they’re crap. When someone gives her a good reed, she CHERISHES it.
In jazz band also! With the same instrument, but she doesn’t feel ready for solos so she’s usually 2nd or 3rd. Bro when she has to switch from swing to straight she ALWAYS forgets and it’s the band’s downfall.
Tenya Iida:
TRUMPET TRUMPET TRUMPET TRU-
And he’s one of THOSE trumpet players, by the way.
“Sir the French horns aren’t tuned” yeah, he has perfect pitch
Literally plays flight of the bumblebee as warm up. Or has his own warm up scales. Never practices right before practice though, he thinks it’s “too late” for that
Has his own trumpet, it’s silver with hints of gold/brass. Takes care of it RELIGIOUSLY.
He HATES having to blow out spit onto the floor, but dude what other choice do you have??
Momo Yaoyorozu:
Sweet angel 🥺🥺 she’s an oboe player
Definitely bought her own instrument
Sight reading MASTER. she instantly gets the key bro, it’s so rare that she forgets an incidental
Definitely leads sectionals all the time. And she does it WELL.
When people (*COUGH* BASSES*cough*) slowdown, she’ll sway to the beat in hopes that they’ll follow her
Kyoka Jirou:
Electric bass or contrabass, give her either and she’s good to go dude.
Also has perfect pitch and knows her music theory WAY more than a high school student should know. She’s a genius.
Her warm ups? Jam sessions with Hanta and Todoroki. She just shouts a key and they go. It’s usually jazz, she plays a pretty constant pattern, Todoroki tries to improvise but hanta takes over pretty quick-
Definitely in jazz band as well. Also in a school competition band (like singer and stuff), also a one-woman-band. She’s in so many bands dude.
Shouto Todoroki:
TENOR SAXOPHONE
Also has a background in flute bc his parents wanted him to have ~versatility~
Knows all the theory in his head, like he knows what’s going on, he just doesn’t know how to explain it
*false note* “sorry my instrument isn’t warmed up, it’s probably my reed”
Has plastic reeds. And reeds ESPECIALLY for jazz.
Oh yeah he’s in jazz band! Loves that he’s like, the only tenor saxophone so he gets all the solos
Rikidou Satou:
TUBA PLAYER IN DA HOUUUSSEEE
Buddy actually brings the tuba home to practice, he drags that thing AROUND.
Always. Slows. Down. But no one knows it’s his fault most of the time, they blame Sero-
Firmly believes in the “basses are the foundation of the orchestra” mindset, he’s so proud to be a bass
Kouji Kouda:
Soprano Saxophone, but can also handle clarinet if the need comes (he just loves the sound of soprano sax you guys)
DEFINITELY in jazz band, but as a Tenor Sax 2 bc he knows if he went as a soprano sax he probably would’ve gotten solos
Is it Momo’s oboe?? Is it Kouda’s soprano sax?? No one knows the different except those two and Jirou
Plays Shostakovich’s jazz suite no. 2 as a warm up
DEFINITELY A SWAYER. He just gets into the mood of the music and SWAYS.
Tooru Hagakure:
Flautist!! She chose it as an 11 y/o bc it was a girly instrument but she really likes it lol
A mediocre player, she spends most of warm up with Mina tho, she thinks that she’ll get to warm up when she’s playing bc I mean— no one hears the flutes
Wanted to main the picolo for the sole purpose that it’s an Ear Destroyer. Aizawa heard the mischief in her voice and said no.
Sight reading?? What’s that?? She has no idea what’s going on, she just pretends to play and when she’s comfortable with the melody, she’ll just step in. NEVER notices key changes and signatures.
Yuuga Aoyama:
LASKHDSJ FLAUTIST!! Also clarinetist. He loves being able to stay where he is during practice even though he changes instruments it’s sort of funny
His cheeks get SO SORE when he plays clarinet though and he WILL complain.
“My flute is so heavy!” Kind of guy.
Definitely has his own instruments and takes GREAT care of them.
Wetting his reed with his saliva?? No, he plops it in a glass of water instead (the reeds are definitely his own, and expensive)
Tsuyu Asui:
Trombone gang bro.
Positions are burnt into her brain dude she’ll never go out of tune.
SO SMOOTH. SOOOO SMOOO- dude she plays so well?? It’s never spitty, but during jazz (yes she’s in jazz), if it’s a moody piece she KNOWS how to make it juuussssttt airy enough to be beautiful
Not that good with fast songs, but she makes up for her amazing ass vibrato and her range. GOD-LIKE RANGE.
Mashirao Ojirou:
FRENCH HORN!!!
Omg he plays like a king. And he’s so proud of being the ONLY one playing French horn, but there is PRESSURE, because a French horn is rlly tricky to tune dude. Have you SEEN it??
Always keeps his mouthpiece with him, as if he’s afraid someone will play his instrument?? Like no dude it’s good in it’s case but you do you I guess
He doesn’t stand out that much, but in the majestic pieces where he has a 5 measure solo?? He gives it his all and he pulls it OFF. Those moments are always the highlight of the piece
Mezou Shouji:
Bass clarinet!!
Once he managed to growl through bass clarinet and literally ALL the saxophone players were jealous AS FUCK
Buddy goes to a low E♭ like it’s nothing?? And then he goes up to like a high high C and you’re sitting there like THE FUCKING RANGE-
His warmups are like, quick scales and arpeggios. Bro he’s so steady when he plays and he could play for HOURS. Sore cheeks?? Don’t know her.
He so proud of being a bass clarinetist, but when he saw an octobass clarinet?? Aizawa better order one of those for him RIGHT. NOW.
Fumikage Tokoyami:
Baritone saxophone. Also lowkey really wants to learn bassoon because it’s such an old instrument
SKSKS he and Shouji sit next to each other, Tokoyami loves to read off of Shouji’s partition and create the WORST fourths you’ll ever hear. Even Midoriya told them to shut the fuck up once
In jazz band too!! Still plays bari sax
Such,, a good,, sound. So,, meaty,, and full,, and HOT. Bari sax is HOT!!
Plays moanin’s intro as a warm up. Search up the song. It’s bomb.
He loves to figure out new sounds with his bari sax. The Too Many Zooz type of sounds
Hitoshi Shinsou:
PERCUSSIONIST. Especially loves the bells, timpani, vibraphone and marimba.
He’s in the back judging EVERYONE. It’s so great for him, he gets to stand there and cringe and no one will know
Totally able to play 4 mallets like the king he is
Surprisingly enough, he’s rlly good in music theory. Like he could probably compose or transpose something no problem
Aizawa’s favourite, of course. Will ask him to sit in front while they play and circle the parts where he thinks something sounds off
Now that we’ve talked about the NORMAL band kids, I present to you,,, the gremlin band kids
Mina Ashido:
Percussionist as well!! She loves snares but you’ll see her pick up castagnettes even if y’all are playing something like Gymnopédie no. 3 she’s a bit confused but she got the spirit.
CANNOT READ SHEET MUSIC. Like notes?? No. She can do beats, just not notes. Let Shinsou figure out the ancient languages dude
Her and Hagakure don’t warm up, they just gossip together.
Did this to Bakugou more than once
SHE DROPPED SO MUCH EQUIPMENT LIKE HOW DID SHE NOT BREAK ANYTHING YET??
Denki Kaminari:
TRUMPET.
Buddy AIMS to have his spit land on someone sitting in front of him (rip Todoroki and Uraraka)
Thinks he’s cool because he plays trumpet, but he always loses count. God forbid Iida cant show up to practice because Kaminari will die
“Where are we? What are we doing? Which piece are we doing? Where are we starting?” Oh my god he’s so lost can SOMEONE please help him
Always gets in trouble during band camps dude. He and Sero are the Bad Brass duo
Eijirou Kirishima:
EUPHONIUM BABEY!! He thinks it’s so cool and he’ll get so insulted if someone calls it a “mini tuba”
DONT GIVE HIM SHEET MUSIC IN BASS CLEF HE HATES IT PLS JUST TREBLE CLEF
So!! Protective of his euphonium. His name is Johnny, by the way. He named his instrument.
When they finish practicing a piece, he’s the first to give feedback. Usually it’s good, like praises for classmates he heard and thought were really good!!
He’s so sweet. Willing to help others during practice and sectionals too!! It’s so sad that he’s literally on the other side of the room bc KAMINARI NEEDS HIS HELP-
Katsuki Bakugou:
Hehehe he’s a flautist. I’ve stood by this headcanon for like two years.
And he wants to be THE BEST. You never knew growling could be done through a flute until you met Bakugou.
CANNOT STAND slow pieces. He wants to go all out all the time, he always speeds up when the tempo’s slow.
Also in jazz band with what? Flute. Yeah, this is George Benson Time.
Will hit you with his flute if you ever think badly of him for playing flute. He’ll defend flute ‘till he dies.
Hanta Sero:
TROMBONIST!!! TROMBONE BABEY.
Will be so happy if he’s in charge of bass trombone?? Like yay??
Always wants to hit Bakugou’s head while playing.
Bro his playing style?? You know the like, lazy-ish trombone playing? But it’s just so full and smooth and heavy anyways? That type of shit.
In jazz band, he’s actually a natural at jazz, doesn’t practice that much so he’s like not even in a good position, buddy just slouches and sight reads.
I love Hanta sm guys I could talk abt trombonist!Hanta forever
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Geez, this person really went all out with this BS rant against the show/staff. www(.)reddit( lcom/r/RWBY/comments/kiqatg/why_rwby_will_always_be_an_okay_show/
... You know I have been trying to step away from directly addressing RWBY bullshit. But...fuck it here.
If you ever talked to me about how I felt about RWBY, I would say that RWBY pre-Volume 8 has been a touchy subject for me. I felt very validated by two videos, "Why RWBY is Disappointing" and "The White Fang Problem".
Yes yes, and people with parental issues feel validated by their abusive spouse. That means nothing, especially given that one of those videos you mentioned is riddled with bullshit.
"Why RWBY is Disappointing" validated my criticism of RWBYs writing. The fact that Miles and Kerry can't and refuse to take any kind of criticism that doesn't hurt their feelings is complete [insert bad word here]. All criticism is going to hurt your feelings. Yes, you should probably ignore the long winded rants that make themselves out to be self important- why is there a mirror here? But there is truth to all criticism.
And there’s a kernel of truth in the best lies- they’re still LIES.
Not to mention the video you mentioned here (which I am assuming is Hbomberguy’s) pulls the SAME SHIT it calls out. Like say...decrying critics pesonally attacking the writers...while proclaiming Jaune and Neptune as self inserts even though Miles AND Kerry is on the record saying that at least Jaune isn’t written by his voice actor.
I'm currently learning about Branding and how important it is to know your audience. Take self.care breaks, talk with someone you trust. Someone who isn't Miles or Kerry! If your reading this. An outside perspective can help. The reason I say that is because if you two constantly talk to each other you're going to end up in an echo chamber. TALK TO FIONA! She's literally your target audience!
Because hey, a man who contradicts himself numerous times and made personal attacks on the creators that only the most malicious and self righteous do is SOOOO trustworthy right?
Remember that tweet Hbomb brought up in his video as an example of criticism the creators should listen to? The one that demanded Miles get back to work and tried to use the catchphrase of his dead friend to manipulate him?
What a fucking target audience.
I know they mentioned ‘Fiona’ (likely the character’s voice actress) but there’s a supposed fan, one that pretty much sums up the critics, and a perfect example why it gets tossed out.
Moving on, the other video validated something I wish it didn't. "The White Fang Problem" brought to light something I knew was there but either ignored or I wasn't thinking. The White Fang has always made me a little uncomfortable. As a minority, it didn't translate well in my head. The minority are the bad guys. The Civil rights group were the bad guys. I brushed it off for a long time but after that video I couldn't.
Ah huh. So uh, the existence of Blake, Ghira, Kali, Sun, Illa, Velvet, Neon ect. is just incovienable to you huh? And don’t give me that ‘But civil rights group!’- The first episode had them break up a peaceful protest and it’s repeatedly hammered home that the current White Fang doesn’t give a SHIT about equal rights. And no, that concept is not racist- Judging from a story I read, that happened to the New Black Panthers in REAL LIFE.
It became a moral issue. Watching RWBY became a moral issue. RWBY is still pushing right wing talking points.-
Being right of you is not right wing, Especially given how you just acted.
I dont believe Miles and Kerry are racist. I do believe that Miles and Kerry both hold skewed beliefs in what right and wrong is.
Projection.
The way Miles and Kerry treat self defense and protest shows that they know nothing about being Black. They didn't do their research. They didn't talk to minorities about how they were being portrayed. They simply believed that they were right and we were wrong.
Ah huh, ah huh, ah huh-
Monty wrote the White Fang this way. You know, the ASIAN man of FOUR NATIONALITIES. So uh, congrats on saying at the absolute most- Nothing.
Now these two videos are old news. They've been posted on this very same subreddit. But you can't go around and say how much of a progressive and open minded individual you are when the fact that RWBY is a racist show and treats minorities very badly. So no one talks about them.
Or that, as I showed: these videos are bullshit.
Also its kinda homophobic too, not because of Bumblby but because despite Tera and Saphorn being a happy married couple they never kiss on screen. Have you seen happy married couples? Have you seen gay happy married couples? They literally do nothing but kiss. Its cute and adorable and deserves to be spread as far and wide. Despite the show having two straight couple kisses, granted one was in Volume but still, they couldn't get the married couple to kiss? Just saying.
... And not all gay couples are the same, even if I’m sure you’re thinking of TEENAGERS.
You know, judging people based on a preconcieved notion (AKA stereotyping) is pretty fucking bigoted itself...
Watch people be in the comments typing away that this isn't a romance show and how I shouldn't expect romance in an action adventure show despite the long list of evidence to the contrary.
Ah yes, that long list of ONE kiss by a TORPEDOED SHIP.
Such convincing rhetoric.
So you can see I was not coming into Volume 8 with my rose colored glasses. I'm sure many of you hate me because of all my comments, but I don't care. I was ready to leave RWBY. I didn't care. RWBY had taken up so much of my life but I don't care. I was not going to support a show that didn't improve.
Ah huh-
You just came in with jade-colored glass and accepted anything that validated you instead of questioning yourself. You talk about branding but that’s ALL you’ve branded yourself as.
So I watched. And something happened. Something strange. RWBY was moving in a direction I didn't expect it to. Oscar got what he deserved. The Heros were oblivious to the danger that is Salem. Things were headed in the direction that would change the characters forever. It'll be just like Beacon but better. And then they had to ruin it.
Oh we are about to get some real bullshit.
Oscar somehow convinces Hazel to betray Salem. What could have been an avenue to a multi season story arc for Oscar that included the stories villains became a shitty uninspired redemption arc. Kill me.
No he didn’t and this has been something hinted at since Volume 4.
There's still hope for the season but at this point I lost all hope.
This is the scene that killed Volume 8 for me. Oscar should not be the one who defeats Salem. In fact he should be an avenue to learn more about the villains. He served his purpose with the heroes, now he has a new arc with the villains. Oscar doesn't turn evil, but he's like a conscious. Salem doesn't want to kill him because he can be useful in finding the last remaining relics and maidens.
Assumptions.
Oscar has a heart to heart with all the villains including Salem. Oscar learns to be his own man and accepts he's now one with Ozma but he doesn't have to be another Ozma. He doesn't have to make the same decisions.
Its a great Arc for Oscar. It also makes sense for his character. Ozma feels Salem is pure evil but Oscar can learn for himself.
Headcanon.
But they won't do that. Instead they're going to take the easy way out. Like always.
Bias getting in the way.
Miles and Kerry love wrapping up each season in a little bow. This is why RWBY is so okay.
They say as every RWBY Volumes ends in a cliffhanger.
This is Beacon but if Miles and Kerry thought that RWBY should still be in Beacon. This is Beacon but without major character death. This is Beacon but the main villain loses because the heroes can't lose. Cinder isn't threatening. None of the villains are. Salem is in a Grimm! She should know everything! Why is there no creativity? Why is she not an over powered mess in A GRIMM!? Her own domain?! Why are the writers writing her not as a powerful goddess reaffirming her as a threat but as a human being. Yes I know what that sounds like but hear me out.
‘None of the villains are threatening!’
‘WHY IS THE MAIN VILLAIN NOT BEING TREATED AS THREATENING LIKE I THINK SHE IS!’
‘Why is there no creativity?’
‘DO THE MOST UNCREATIVE THING POSSIBLE!’
How about I keep mocking you?
If Salem can be out smarted by a 10 year old boy, why did it take Ozma so long to defeat her? Oscar should fail. RWBY should fail. They should go through character arcs that help them better understand Salem. Because that's how you defeat Salem.
Pushing your own thoughts onto the show. Also assumptions AGAIN.
I always believed that Ozma and Salem are very similar to Ruby and Weiss. Yes I know how it sounds but it makes sense.-
Too bad your AU fanfic doesn’t matter.
But they won't. Miles and Kerry will use Oscar to defeat Salem. Why? Who knows at this point. I dont know why Miles and Kerry keep pushing Oscar into the spotlight. Its exactly how they treated Jaune Pre-Volume 7. Jaune had to be the focus so often we hated him. And they're doing it again with Oscar
Ah huh. You know, the whole NOTHING Jaune did in Volume 6 was SOOO spotlight stealing, along with his REMOVAL FROM THE CAST FOR SEVERAL EPISODES.
Wanna bet this is another case of ‘penis on screen, me hate’?
They refuse learn and they refuse to improve. If Volume 8 doesn't improve im leaving RWBY. It doesn't matter to any of you. I'm saying it more for myself. So I don't continue with a show that constantly disappoints me. But more so, I don't support a show that views people like me as lesser. If the writing improves it proves that they can grow and get better but if it doesn't it means they will continue to treat Faunus as misguided and horrible characters. And I refuse to support a show that uses my likeness to get brownie points from people who are unaffected by such messages.
A. No, that’s who refused to do self reflection and improve.
B. Should have done that in the first place.
C. No, once again- You blind yourself from the shit that disproves you.
D. You heard him- Treat the Fanaus like shit and make the humans in the right. You know, the opposite what the show is doing now since it’s SOOO horrible.
E. You are not the center of the universe.
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — having a famous girlfriend (possible au??)
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 — How would the gang react if their girlfriend became world famous or something? Like they had to constantly go on tours/etc
this is such a fun request! i’m sorry it took so long i just had no idea how to go about writing this since it’s such a specific request :) but i think i got the hang of it...i tried to make it sound as realistic as possible...hope you like it!! xx
𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮
a music producer heard you signing outside a local shop and you signed with him on the spot, the rest is history....you started your tour about a year later with a full album already competed and a band that was joining along side you. darry was so supportive and agreed to go with you as long as the boys were in responsible company which you made they sure were. he can be a bit overprotective at times, when you arrive to big venues you’re always a little nervous to see all the fans anxiously waiting for your arrival. you would have never imagined you’d make it this big, darry always believed in you but i think it was also something that he also has to get use to.
“we’re here! chicago illionios!” your manager announced from the front of your giant tour bus.
“you good?” darry asks snapping you back to reality.
“yeah of course!” you nod cheerfully. “just nervous.”
“you’re going to be amazin’ it’s just like singing at home,” he reassures.
“no it’s not!” you laugh. “this is a sold out show.”
“okay well it’s just like home plus about a thousand extra people watchin.”
“darry!”
𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙥
he’s your biggest fanboy in the world. every step of the way sodapop has been by your side. from when you first started singing at your school choir to now. before your shows he even goes around passing out merch to everyone but steals some for himself when no one is looking, even though you told him he can have whatever he wants without any charge. he loves to watch your performances from either back stage or right in the front row. if he can choose he’d rather be front and center so he can have a perfect view. at times you see him getting jealous in the crowd when other men cheer for you, but he’s always is waiting for you after so he can tell you how amazing you did.
“you were so good!” he gushes pulling you into a warm hug. “i could barely take my eyes off ya!”
“thank you soda,” you hug him back “for everything, for being here.”
“you know i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” soda looks down at you placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮
he so badly wants to go with you but you encourage him to stay back and finish school, you graduated high school early so this wasn’t a huge problem for you and you know how much education means to ponyboy. the months spent apart are difficult but you have a pretty solid relationship and a few months of being apart won’t do any harm to your personal life. he calls you every morning and right before you go to bed. sometimes even before you go on stage to perform. he wishes he could be there to support you fully but he knows you’re amazing and can handle anything they throw at you.
“i can’t wait to watch your show,” pony says over the phone.
“i hope you like it. i added your favorite song to the lineup tonight!” you exclaim.
“anything you do i love,” he laughs. “you outta know that by now.”
“i do, really,” you pause for a moment when the stage crew gives you the five minute signal. “hey i have to go it’s almost time, but i love you so much.”
“i love you more.”
𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙨
honesty he hates you being on long tours he thinks you’re being worked to hard by you management. when you have a day off after long hours of rehearsals dallas never lets you go anywhere without him, he’s worried that the fans will mob you, which has happened before and really terrified you. it’s not that you believe they would hurt you but the pushing and shoving and the cameras being shoved in your personal space makes you anxious. sometimes he can get insecure about how many male fans you have. he’s afraid you’re going to get bored with him. which makes him push to be around you more.
“dallas no you’re not joining my security team,” you cross your arms.
“hear me out babe, what if some guy thinks he has the right to touch you just because you’re famous...”
“i have a fantastic team already dal. i’m protected.”
“okay, okay,” he throws hiss hands up in defeat. “but i’m still comin..”
𝙟𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮
when you first told johnny about the tour he asked you first about tagging along. you didn’t even have to try to convince him. he was extremely excited for you and incredibly supportive, like always. at times he’d worry though. when he saw you collapsing of exhaustion at night he always made sure you were okay and he also doesn’t let anyone boss you around to much. late at night when ya’ll can't fall asleep you work on your music, escaping to the roof of whatever hotel you are at in that moment. singing to johnny, he’s the only person you sing to when you’re working on a new songs. he makes you feel comfortable, but when you ask for feedback it’s not much help because he thinks everything you sing is gorgeous and should be shared with the world.
“you could be singin’ scrips from the Bible and i’d still think it sounded beautiful,” he tells while looking up to the stars.
“soooo...that’s a yes on the song then?” you joke.
johnny laughs, turning to face you. “absolutely.”
𝙩𝙬𝙤-𝙗𝙞𝙩
two-bit shows his support for you but in a endearingly embarrassing kind of way, sometimes making you want to curl up into a ball or wear a ridiculous disguise while in the public eye. he loves to wear shirts with your face on them all day. you had personally designed them for the tour and your fans. when you are back home he can’t help but brag to everyone he meets that you’re his and no one else stands a chance. which you think is kind of sweet, until he gets too aggressive about it. this makes him want to take it a step further, every night before a show he begs you to let him join a song with you on stage. which is something you’ve never done.
“cmon please i know every single one!” he says proudly.
“and that's great! but don't you think the fans would be too overwhelmed? “you question trying to get him to back out without sounding mean. “and i definitely would hate to see any girls trying to make a pass at you once they see how amazing you are.”
two-bit nods agreeing. “you're right. i’m way to pretty for tv..”
you slap his arm before walking away.
𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚
sadly steve doesn’t go with you on tour, because he’s committed to his job. even though its not the most high paying he still thinks of it as home, that's a decsion you have to respect. this doesn't stop him though from watching all your performances at home and he always makes sure to call you after. he shows his support in many ways. but the most extreme thing he’s done is asking his boss if he can play your tracks at work, which he has to agree to when steve has asked him every single day since you left. when customers come in he tells everyone how talented you are and threatens them until they agree to stream your music. you did not approve of this.
“you hear the girl singin’ on the stereo?” soda asks while helping a customer get his gas.
“uh yeah, what about her?” the man gives soda an intriguing look.
“that's my girlfriend y/n y/l/n she's a famous singer. you better go and buy her album after this for i’ll ban you from ever comin’ to this gas station again,” he warns.
“what?! that's absurd you can't do that!”
“watch me!” soda lunges at the man before he jumps into his car driving away.
as steve makes his way back into the store he smiles to himself.
“really hope that worked...”
#the outsiders#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders prefrences#darry curtis#darry x reader#ponyboy curtis#ponyboy x reader#sodapop curtis#sodapop x reader#dallas winston#dallas winston imagine#dallas x reader#steve randle#steve x reader#two bit x reader#two bit mathews#johnny cade#the outsiders johnny#johnny cade x reader#se hinton#stay gold#anon request
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148 days [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [one shot]
@moonlightgem7 @ibldw-main @emichelle @katedrakeohd @mskaneko @argylemnwrites @saivilo @rainbowsinthestorm @jovialyouthmusic @dcbbw @pug-bitch @sirbeepsalot @gardeningourmet @loveellamae @pedudley @burnsoslow @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore
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148 days. That was how long Camille had been alone. Not that she had been counting.
148 days since Drake Walker took her heart and smashed it into nothing.
What had he said? 'I'll fuck it up. Trust me, Camille, if we were together, I would ruin it.'
She had tried to persuade him but she soon realised that there was no point. You can't force someone to be with you.
He never gave her answers or closure. Camille had to heal herself, assuming that Drake hadn't cared enough about her to commit. The walls that she had tried so hard to bring down had been built back up around him like a fortress and she found that she had been unable to climb them.
Drake Walker was the one who got away. When he left town, he took a piece of Camille with him.
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The alarm signalled it was time to get up. Camille groaned. She wished she could just stay in bed for all time. No responsibilities. No work. No people. Rubbing her eyes, Camille padded through to the bathroom to get ready for work. It was Friday which meant drinks tonight with her work friends. Camille needed to let loose - constant deadlines had been the bane of her existence for the past month.
That was all Camille did now. Work, eat, sleep, try not to think about Drake Walker, repeat.
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'One, two, three, TEQUILA!'
Camille, Olivia, Hana, Kiara and Penelope downed their shots, grimacing as the liquid burned their throats.
'So disgusting..' Penelope muttered mournfully.
Olivia ordered another round.
'Thank FUCK its Friday!' Olivia hollered, holding her shot glass up.
'Here, here!' Camille hiccupped, toasting her glass against Olivia's. She downed her shot and turned to find a table for her friends, accidently banging into someone.
'Oops sorry!' Camille apologised.
The person grabbed her wrist. 'Camille?'
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Camille's eyes widened. 'Savannah..'
Drake's sister was standing in front of Camille with a shocked expression on her face. Camille swallowed. The Walkers looked so alike, it was creepy.
'Oh my god, girl!' Savannah shrieked. 'It's been so long! How ARE you?!'
Savannah was drunk.
'I'm good,' Camille said. 'You?'
'I'm amazing!' Savannah shouted. 'Hey, my brother's here, come say hi!'
Clearly, Drake hadn't told Savannah about how he left things with Camille. Also, he was HERE?!
'It's okay,' Camille said quickly. 'I don't need to see him, we're not friends -'
'Drake, look who I found!' Savannah shouted over her shoulder.
'No, no, no,' Camille protested. She saw Olivia narrow her eyes and set down her drink as she watched this horrific exchange.
Camille managed to loosen Savannah's grip on her wrist and twisted to get away. She needed air. She needed to escape before she saw him.
'Oof!'
Too late.
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Drake was standing in front of her. How Camille had managed to bang into him was unclear, since his body was so fucking broad and muscled.
Camille turned red, avoiding his brown eyes that were staring down at her.
'Camille?' he murmured, disbelief lacing his voice.
Camille swallowed and looked up at him now. He looked the same. Dark tousled hair, brown eyes, that tiny scar above his lip. His broad shoulders and wide expanse of chest, a body that was rugged and hard. Green Henley shirt and dark jeans, clearly he had made an effort tonight. Usually, he wore a denim shirt.
'You are supposed to be gone..' Camille whispered get voice cracking. Before Drake could stop her, Camille pushed him aside and rushed away from him, letting the crowd swallow her up.
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148 days since Drake had left Camille.
148 days since he had seen her.
She still looked beautiful. Her brown eyes with golden flecks like an owl. Her mouth that upturned at the corners so it looked like she was always smiling.
Except when she had seen him, she didn't smile. She had looked terrified.
Drake left his sister to follow Camille. He needed to talk to her. They had left things badly - no, scratch that, Drake had left things badly.
He owed her an explanation.
He ran after her retreating figure. She pushed past the crowds and got outside, her feet determined to put as much distance between them as possible.
‘Camille, wait!’ Drake shouted.
‘Go to hell, Drake!’ Camille yelled over her shoulder, storming down the sidewalk to hail a taxi. She stretched out her hand to hail one; as Drake caught up, he grabbed her hand.
‘Drake, let go of me!’ she cried, pulling her hand away.
‘I need to talk to you,’ Drake told her, his voice thick. ‘Please.’
‘Why should I even give you the time of day?’ she asked, her eyes flashing. ‘You left me with no warning! You just took off! The last time we saw each other was when you told me that we couldn’t be together, you would only fuck it up. I went by your apartment later that day to find your roommate saying you had packed your shit up and gone. How do you think that made me feel, Drake? Pretty shitty, to put it lightly!’
‘I’m sorry!’ Drake protested. ‘I was an asshole-’
‘No, you are an asshole, Drake,’ Camille spat. ‘You didn’t even tell me you were leaving. Why did you go? Where did you go? You left me with a ton of questions and you didn’t bother to stick around to give me answers.’
Drake could see her scanning the road for a taxi. He needed to get her to listen to him. He needed to say he was sorry and explain everything. Camille waved her hand and a cab pulled up beside her. Alarm filled Drake as Camille pushed past him to get inside. Before he could stop himself, he clambered in after her.
‘Drake, what the fuck do you think you’re doing-’
‘Trying to talk to you,’ he interrupted. He then looked over at the taxi driver. ‘10 Spring Street, that’s her address.’
Camille blinked. ‘Drake,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Get the fuck out of my taxi.’
‘No,’ Drake said. ‘I’m sorry, I know I’m being a dick but if you leave me now, I know I’ll never see you again and I need to fucking talk to you-’
‘You’re so entitled,’ Camille interrupted. ‘How dare you? You don’t speak to me for months and suddenly I’m the one who has to talk to you. Where do you get off? How arrogant are you-’
‘I made the biggest mistake of my life leaving you,’ Drake burst out. ‘I got scared. Not because of commitment or you, far from it. All I wanted was you. But I just felt like if we got together, I would end up breaking your heart. I worried I’d fuck up. I didn’t want to hurt you.’
Camille looked out of the window at the buzzing New York street. Rain ran down the glass, blurring the yellow lights of Broadway.
‘Too late,’ she whispered. ‘You hurt me already.’
Drake let out a sharp intake of breath. His eyes caught the taxi driver’s who was looking at him with pity.
‘Get her home safe,’ Drake muttered, handing the driver a twenty dollar bill. He opened his door and stumbled out into the rain. He watched the taxi take Camille home before turning to wander the city that didn’t feel like home.
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Camille couldn’t sleep. She had tried counting sheep, she had tried reading the most boring book she could find, she tried listing every state in America. Nothing worked. Instead, images of Drake ran rampant in her mind. He was here. He was in New York. Why had he come back? When had he come back? Why was it that every time she saw him, she was left with more questions than answers?
She thought back to the moments in between. The moments where she felt like she was in a private world with Drake, a world that nobody else could enter. She remembered sharing whiskey by the fire, the amber liquid burning her throat as she listened to him open up about his father. She remembered kissing him desperately, fiercely, as if she wanted to drown in him. She remembered watching horror films with him in the dark and he would whisper, ‘that blood is soooo fake,’ in her ear in a bid to keep her from freaking out. Horror films were not her thing.
So many moments they had shared together. But then he had suddenly turned. One day, they were happy. The next, he was making excuses, picking a fight, trying his best to make her push him away before he cut the cord himself.
Camille wouldn’t give in to him. She knew what he was trying to do but she didn’t understand why.
She heard something sharp hit her window sill, followed by another. Frowning, she sat up and padded across to her window.
Drake was standing outside looking up. The rain was coming down in sheets, soaking him. He had his hood up but it hadn’t stopped his hair from getting wet, droplets running down his face. His hands were shoved in his jean pockets.
Camille shook her head.
‘Please,’ she heard him say.
She should have told him to go home. She should have let him stay outside close to catching hypothermia. But she didn’t. Old habits die hard.
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‘I know I shouldn’t be here-’
‘You’re right, you shouldn’t,’ Camille interrupted, folding her arms. Drake stood outside on her doorstep, shivering.
‘Camille, please,’ Drake whispered. ‘I want to apologise.’
‘I don’t want to hear it,’ Camille said. ‘Now please, just go.’
Drake looked down at his soaked feet. A raindrop trailed down his face and ran down his neck, down into his shirt. Camille swallowed.
‘You got it, Montespan,’ Drake murmured. He turned to walk back down the steps.
‘Drake..’ Camille said, closing her eyes. Drake turned to look at her. He wasn’t play acting. He wasn’t pretending to be a victim. He genuinely looked so disappointed with himself.
‘Come inside and get warm,’ Camille told him, gesturing for him to enter. ‘You can wait for the rain to pass.’
Drake gave her a weak smile and entered the hallway, trailing rainwater behind him.
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They sat by the fire. But this time, Camille made sure they were as far away from each other as possible. As Drake warmed up, there was an awkward silence. This was the first time the two of them had ever had an awkward silence and they didn’t like it. Gone was the casual flirting, the dirty jokes, the deep conversations, the secrets shared at 3am.
‘Thank you for letting me inside,’ Drake said quietly.
‘I’d be a bitch to let you catch a cold..’ Camille muttered, looking into the fire.
Drake nodded, unsure of what to say next. Except, maybe an apology for hurting her. Again.
‘I’m sorry-’
‘Drake, save it,’ Camille cut in. ‘I don’t want to hear you grovel. I get it, you feel bad. Get over it.’
‘I can’t,’ Drake said. ‘I feel terrible. I fucked up. I left you without explaining why and hell, you didn’t deserve that. I got scared. I-’
‘You’re so woe is me!’ Camille burst out, finally making eye contact. The fire reflected in her brown eyes, making her look like an avenging angel. ‘How about you just admit that you’re not ready for a relationship? Or that you didn’t love me? Spare me with the sob stories.’
‘Is that what you think?’ Drake asked, his voice growing in volume. ‘You think I didn’t love you? Seriously?’
‘Nobody who loves someone would leave them like you did,’ Camille told him, her voice like ice. ‘You turned and ran.’
‘But I’m back now!’
Camille stood up quickly, standing over Drake with her fists clenched. ‘Yeah, you are! Why? Why are you suddenly back in my life? I thought you were gone and I was trying to get over you and now you’re back and you’re making everything all confusing, yet again!’
Drake opened his mouth to speak but closed it again; he couldn’t get the words out. Camille raised an eyebrow. ‘Can’t be honest? Classic Drake Walker. How you never fail to disappoint.’
Drake stood up and paced the room, keeping his head down, thinking hard. Camille eyed him warily. She jumped when he whipped around.
‘I’m back because of my sister,’ Drake told her, his voice wavering. ‘That’s why I’m back. She got pregnant. The baby’s a month old. My nephew. Savannah.. She’s struggling. That’s why I’m back, Camille.’
Camille had turned pale. She was about to speak but was interrupted by Drake, who now seemed hellbent on talking at a rapid pace, like word vomit.
‘I came back last week,’ he told her. ‘I considered visiting you but I didn’t want to show up out of the blue.. Like, I’ve done tonight, but still. I was going to leave you be. I didn’t think you’d want to see me and I was right. But then we bumped into each other at that bar and you looked so shocked and terrified to see me. You ran out and I had to go after you, I had to. I had to explain myself. I had to tell you why I left.’
‘Why did you leave?’ Camille asked now, raising her chin. Her eyes were welling up with tears.
Drake rubbed the back of his neck and let out a strangled groan. ‘Because I’m a fucking idiot who doesn’t know a good thing when he’s got it,’ he said. ‘I’ve never had good things happen to me. So when I finally had you, the first good thing I’ve ever had in my life, I couldn’t believe it. I loved being with you, Camille. I loved you. I still love you. But I was so convinced that I didn’t deserve you. I thought I would fuck it up and I was terrified I’d do something to ruin it. I started overthinking and I convinced myself that you would soon realise how shit I am. How crap a boyfriend I would be. We were so close to committing and I really wanted to but I tripped at the final step. I didn’t want you to be saddled with me.’
‘I never thought that,’ Camille told him, her voice blunt. ‘I would never, ever think that. I have always thought you were the best man I’ve ever met. I tried so hard to get you to open up and you did; but in the end, it was useless. Your walls came back up anyway. But for those six months, I loved you. I really loved you. I never wanted anyone else.’
She watched him as he clenched his fists and closed his eyes. His face had turned red.
‘FUCK!’ he shouted, making her jump. ‘Fucking hell!’
He stormed in a wide circle around the room, clutching his head in his hands. Camille stepped back, holding onto the sideboard behind her, trying to keep herself steady. She watched as Drake cursed and looked up at the ceiling, letting out strangled groans.
‘I’m a fucking idiot!’ he yelled. ‘I.. I ruined such a fucking good thing! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I have to let you go? I made the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll regret it for as long as I fucking live, I promise you.’
‘Drake,’ Camille said, her voice trembling. ‘Drake, stop-’
He whipped around to look at her. His face was wet with tears. He looked like a vulnerable little boy, not a 6’4 28 year old man.
Camille closed her eyes. ‘Drake..’
He crossed the room in three steps. His lips collided with hers; Camille let out a surprised gasp as they made contact. But she didn’t push him away. His fingers tangled in her hair, clasping the tendrils tightly in his fists as he ravaged her. This was a heated kiss. A desperate kiss. A kiss that said everything Drake wanted to tell her but couldn’t find the right words.
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Afterwards, they lay curled up on the rug by the fire. The firelight cast a warm glow across their naked bodies; Drake couldn’t take his eyes off her. She lay snuggled up against his chest on her side, the fire behind her. Drake ran a hand along down her waist and hips, roaming her curves. Camille smiled and looked down, biting her lip.
Drake reached out to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. He wanted to remember this moment. This moment in between. Before things got heavy again. Because this time, he was going to tell her everything. He was going to tell her where he had been, what he had been doing and that he had thought of her every single day for 148 days.
Camille listened to him and watched the walls come down before her eyes. This was the Drake she remembered. Vulnerable. Stripped bare. Unafraid to tell her his deepest thoughts. No bullshit. She listened to his deep voice, the voice that had a hint of Texas cloaked inside it. She listened to him as he told her everything and she listened to him as he apologised again and again for breaking her heart.
‘I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness,’ he whispered. ‘Hell, I don’t deserve you-’
Camille pressed her finger against his lips, making him fall silent.
‘Stop thinking you don’t deserve happiness,’ she told him, her eyes fixed on his. ‘That is what made you leave in the first place. Learn from your mistakes, Drake. I can’t go through it again. I won’t do it. But I forgive you.’
Drake blinked. ‘You.. you forgive me?’
Camille nodded. ‘Yes. I do. I guess.. I still love you. I never stopped.’
Drake processed her words.
‘You want to try again?’ he asked her hesitantly.
Camille looked away. ‘Baby steps,’ she whispered. ‘I still need to be able to trust you. I need to work on it.’
‘Camille, I swear, I’ll never take this for granted,’ Drake told her quickly. ‘I won’t. I’ll work on this everyday. I’ll make you happy. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy and love me like you used to. I’m never going to fuck this up-’
‘Shhh,’ Camille whispered. She sat up so her lips were centimetres from his. ‘Stop talking, Drake.’
‘Did I go too far?’ Drake asked, blushing. ‘Too many words?’
‘Ha!’ Camille laughed. ‘You, Drake Walker, too many words? Never.’
Drake chuckled and pulled her in close, smoothing her hair away from her face so he could study her properly. He smiled as he took in her brown eyes, high cheekbones and pixie nose.
‘Day 1 of getting back on track,’ he whispered. ‘You with me?’
Camille nodded. ‘I’m with you. Day 1.’
Drake grinned and pulled her down on top of him, making her laugh that throaty laugh of hers that he loved so much. They kissed again, sweetly this time, bodies pressed together, ready to start again.
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New Year, Same Us - Auston Matthews - Eight
a/n: im going out of town for a football game/visiting friends this weekend and i’m not bringing my computer so i thought i would post this early for yall!! thank you to every person who has been keeping up with this story and liking or reblogging! you mean so much to me! i hope yall enjoy the longest chapter of new year same us, to make up for the shortest in chapter seven (yikes!) we’re almost through with this story yall! we have a lil flashback in this chapter! (in italics) and finally have the prompt that started it all! (in bold)
September 18, 2018
Austons P.O.V
“Aus?!” She yelled from her room. “Are you almost ready?”
I had been ready for 20 minutes and was sitting on our couch waiting for her to finish up. “Yeah I’m ready now!” I rolled up my sleeve to get a better look at my watch, “are you almost ready? It would look really bad if my plus one made us late.” I snicker as I heard her heels clack, the light to the hallway going off simultaneously.
I got up from the sofa as she entered, and boy, was I going to have to keep an eye on her tonight. She looked stunning. The light pink dress cinched her curves in all the right places, and her hair was in waves. She was like something out of a dream. She didn’t bat an eye as she went to the kitchen looking for the keys. I came up behind her and dangled them in her face, and before she could snatch them I pulled them away. She reached for them again but I held them behind my head, and suddenly she was all too close to my face. I glanced down at her lips, wanting to kiss them badly but then I quickly diverted back up to her eyes. “You look stunning (Y/N).”
I could feel her breath hitch against my own lips and the minty flavor of her gum hit my nose before she smiled genuinely, her signature smile where her lips tilted a little crooked at the corners, and it made my heart flutter. “Thanks Aus, you don’t look too bad yourself.”
She stepped away and we did a once over of our apartment, making sure we didn’t forget anything. I grinned and opened our front door for her, watching her walk as she went. I locked the door and we went down the hall towards the elevator, “just out of curiosity,” she toyed with a strand of her hair, eyes flicking up to me through long lashes, “how much did your suit cost?” She was smirking at me and I couldn’t resist really. “Wanna bet on it?” The elevator dinged for us to get on and she rolled her eyes, “do I even have a choice?”
“No use fighting at this point babydoll.” I flashed her my signature smirk as the floor indicator ticked down.
“Does that really work on girls?” She played.
“Apparently not on you.” I laughed but deep down I kinda hoped it did.
“It’s because I know you better than you know you.” She stated matter of factly. She did though. That was the scary part. We hit the first level and strolled out, before she added thoughtfully, “did you want it to work on me?”
I felt my cheeks flame, and was thankful she was walking slightly ahead of me, “uhh,” I faltered before gaining my confidence back, “depends on if you wanted it too.”
She stopped for a split second, giving me a chance to catch up before she continued walking, this time leaning into me a little bit, “maybe.”
My heart jumped at that, “Still wanna make that bet?” I opened the car door for her. She thanked me and I hopped in the drivers side.
“Am I betting high or low.” She gave me side eye as she buckled her seat belt and we were off.
“What do you think?” I grinned. There’s no way she gets this. “Do you know your suits? What brand am I even wearing?” I smiled.
I could feel her eyes on me as mine were on the road, and she reached over and ran her finger down the lapel of it, feeling the fabric. I tried to concentrate on the road but she was leaned over the console examining the details of my suit, looking for anything that would give away the designer or price. I needed to think fast, I could tell this would be a long night already and it hadn’t really even begun.
I swatted her hand away, “hey stop it! that’s cheating.” I smiled and looked over at her as we hit a light. She placed her palm flat against my chest as she mocked me, pulling her lower lip into a pout. I could feel my heartbeat pick up and surely she could too.
“Just seeing what I have to work with Aus.” The nickname melted off her tongue like butter and really I only like it when she says it anyway. The light flashed green and I grabbed her hand off my chest, entwining our fingers together and resting them over the middle console. “I’m betting high, what like $7,000? Is that too much for a suit? What is it Gucci? Aren’t you like their poster boy or something?”
I laughed at her accusations and she squeezed my hand a little too hard. “Ow! Jeez woman that hurt. Those are my money makers!”
She swatted at me again, “sorry not sorry. Isn’t like half your closet Gucci or something. I feel like I should know this but I’m really drawing a blank here.”
A smile crept up onto my face. She’s cute when she’s thinking too hard. She always over thinks or over-analyzes everything. It’s like it’s written in her DNA or something.
She looked over at me and I attempted to keep a straight face, “it’s Gucci isn’t it.” I nodded. “$7000 close?”
I kept a tight lip. She turned towards me, “it’s fuckin higher isn’t it!!!” Her voice raised towards the end and I burst out laughing.
“$10,000.” Her jaw dropped, “what do I get since you couldn’t guess it?”
“I can’t believe you spent $10,000 on a suit.” She was in awe, “that’s like a trip to Europe, or a down payment on a car, what are you psycho?”
“Are you really belittling me right now?” I chuckled, “you guessed $7,000 that’s just as high!!!”
“Yeah but-“
“But what? $7000 okay to drop but $10 is too much?” Her face went blank as she tried to process it and I howled as her eyebrows knit together. She was something else.
“I hate you.” She fought to keep the smile off her face.
“Your mouth says otherwise.” She covered her lips with her hands as we pulled up to the venue, she finally pulled them off as we valeted the car. And as we walked into the rustic barn I elbowed her a bit, grinning wildly, “seriously though, what’s my prize since you didn’t guess right?”
She linked our arms as we tried to figure out where we were sitting and smirked at me, “Bragging rights.”
“I bet we could make it a little more interesting.”
“Oh of course you bet huh.”
“You owe me a dance.”
She pouted. “Aus-“
“Nuh-Uh. We’re dancing later, it’s the least you can do.”
I can tell she wanted to press me further but instead she just nodded, “Okay.”
“Wow, I didn’t think that would be this easy. I need to win bets more often.” I knew how much she hated dancing. It was because she had two left feet and literally tripped over herself on any normal day. She didn’t like to embarrass herself. The truth was, she wasn’t a bad dancer at all. She could dance fine by herself, especially after a drink or two. But she was clumsy enough that partner dancing wasn’t really her thing. I always try to get her to at weddings and events but she doesn’t budge. She's stubborn as hell, but it’s why I love her. She doesn’t change for anyone. Not even me. I always ended up finding some random bridesmaid to dance with at these things, but tonight she was mine.
We wandered further into the barn stopping for a few pictures together before the ceremony as Paige snapped away on her phone and a film camera as well. Mitch and Steph found their way to us too and soon enough we had group pictures with the six of us, then guys, girls, and finally as we finished up it was about time to find our seats.
The Tavares wedding was really going to be something. Greenery was everywhere and there was a modern feel to their set up even with the more natural elements. I put a hand on (Y/N)’s lower back and guided her to our seats on the grooms side. We were in the middle back and slid into the refurbished white bench with ease, the rest of our group following suit, filing into the row after us. I wrapped an arm around the back of (Y/N)’s seat as she crossed her ankles, leaning into me while we waited for the ceremony to start. A comfortable silence settled over us and somehow both our free hands found each other on their own accord. Soon enough she was playing with my fingers, clasping and unclasping them, tracing the outline of my hand and holding our palms up to watch our hands align. It was something we had done plenty of times before. Whenever we got bored or were watching Netflix or at family events. It was inevitable that our hands would meet. Her hand was a lot smaller than mine, and we quietly played a game of thumb wars before the loud chattering settled down. I could hear the preacher say to rise, so I gently grabbed her hand in mine and lead her up. She was still leaning into me as we waited for the bride to make her way down the aisle.
John and Aryne chose to say their own vows although short and sweet. It was nice. Being here, celebrating them. (Y/N) was the perfect wedding date. She was classy and reserved when needed but could definitely open up and make conversation with anyone who approached her. And soooo many people approached her. Which was crazy because she was the plus one. But that’s just (Y/N), stealing everyone’s heart the way she stole mine.
It had to be obvious at this point. I thought my incessant flirting and annoying her every chance I got would be enough to give her the hint, but apparently not. I thought that living together was another sign that maybe I was kind of into her but she just took it at face value since it was the most logical option. I think I really realized how I've felt this past May. I mean, it was there all along, but I didn’t admit it to myself until then. She started hooking up with some random guy at college, and when I walked into some kid in our apartment it made my stomach lurch. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that sick in my life.
I had talked to her earlier in the day. We were on a long road trip in the west and I was excited to get back and see her.
It felt like maybe things had been changing between us lately, and I wanted to get back and test the waters a little just to see if she even felt a tiny bit the same. It was easy with her. I missed her like crazy, constantly texting to see what she was up to, and sending snapchat updates of what the boys and I were doing, just because I knew she would send a picture back and I could see that gorgeous face again.
Our flight was delayed because weather in Toronto was pretty bad. And we didn’t end up landing till pretty late. I texted her when we landed at 12 that I would be home soon. I never got a response so I figured she was asleep.
What I didn’t expect, when I came home at 1am on a Saturday, was some random guy going through the cupboards in our kitchen with just his boxers on.
“Uh who are you?” I had a sour taste in my mouth.
The guy looked up from his position on the floor, going through the bottom cabinets and I swear almost shit himself. “Oh my god you’re Auston Matthews.” I frowned. Oh jeez a hockey fan, how rare in this city! He shook his head in disbelief and stood up, walking over to me and put his hand out for me to shake. I took it, begrudgingly. “I’m Reese, it’s really nice to meet you, although I never thought it would be like this.”
I scoffed, but he didn’t seem to notice. He found (Y/N)’s post it notes on the kitchen island and pulled one off handing it to me, “do you think you could sign this for me?”
“What the hell is going on here? Reese I thought-” (Y/N) ‘s voice sounded a little groggy, like she might’ve been sleeping, but when she came out of her room, only clad in black lace underwear and a t-shirt I presumed to be his, my breath caught in my throat. One because she looked damn good. And two because she was wearing his clothes and practically nothing else. I felt a fire in my chest. I swallowed hard and tried to remain neutral.
When she finally realized I was home her eyes went wide. “Oh, uh, hey Aus.”
“(Y/N) you didn’t tell me your roommate was the Auston Matthews.” This guy was still here?
She uncomfortably glanced over at me. Yeah me too. “Uh roommate? Try best friend.” I said smugly.
“I didn't see a reason to bring it up.” She said. Ouch that hurt.
“Sorry Reese bro, but I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, I really need to get to bed and I’m sure your friend (Y/N) here can fill you in on all the dirty details later. Have a great night.” I walked past them and into my room, shutting the door. Trying to get ready for bed without my head exploding from everything that just happened. I waited until I could hear him leave before I went and knocked on her door.
“What Matthews?” I opened it slightly and peered in, leaning on the door frame and watching her fix her bedding a bit, now in another old t-shirt.
“Matthews huh? Can I come in?” She nodded and crawled under the white comforter patting the spot next to her. I sat down on top of it before rethinking this whole situation. “Actually can we go to my room?” I wasn’t really comfortable that they just fucked in here and wasn’t too keen on sitting in the bed that someone else got to touch her in.
She nodded and as I grabbed her hand, I felt tingles. I didn’t dare to look behind me as I lead her to my room. We crawled under the covers and sat against the headboard.
We stared up at the ceiling a bit before she turned to me. “You’re so dramatic.”
I looked over to her and I could tell she was slightly upset. “But I know that’s not exactly the most fun thing to come home to and I’m sorry.”
“S’okay. Were you ever gonna tell me you were kinda seeing someone?” My jealousy got the best of me, and I couldn’t help but let it seep into my voice a little as I ask.
“No not really, you never tell me when you do...So.” She shrugged, and I tilted my head back a little, groaning.
“You don’t tell people we’re friends either?” It sucked knowing that maybe she was ashamed of me for whatever reason. I always told everyone about her. I loved to talk about her and how proud I am of her for working hard in college and her internship which she officially secured, and just being the amazing, kind hearted person that she is.
“It’s different… I- I don’t tell strangers or people I just met or at least until I have a grasp on their personality. I stopped doing that a long time ago. I can never tell if they want to be friends with me, or have a relationship with me, for me or to get to you.”
“Oh.” It sucks, but it makes sense.
“Oh. Is right. Also I don’t want people to be up either of our asses if they're just clout chasers.” She smiled, shaking her head as I laughed, “Just not how I want to spend my time.”
I sighed, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to kick him out, that was just weird and I wasn’t expecting you to have company and-“
“Auston. It’s okay. I should’ve warned you in some way, or gone to his place. Maybe this whole thing could’ve been prevented. I’m the one who’s sorry. That situation was pretty awkward.” I don’t want her at some guys place. I want her with me.
I grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. My stomach churning as I did so, “Stop worrying. Don’t be sorry either. We good?” She nodded and entwined our pinky’s. “Always.” And with that she slipped out of the darkness of my room and back down the hallway to hers. And my heart ached with every step.
Maybe I wasn’t doing enough, maybe I just needed to be upfront.
I took a swig of the beer I was drinking and set it back on the table as I watched her converse with Steph, Paige, and Aryne, Probably complementing the bride on her gown and the allure of the wedding.
Pretty soon we were eating steak, mashed potatoes and wedding cake, and my stomach was all too full when the bride and groom shared their first dance. I looked to (Y/N) to see her swooning at John and Aryne adoringly. She was facing the back of her chair, hands resting on the back of it, and chin resting on her hands. “Don’t you just love those two together?” Her nose crinkled. It was really cute.
I stood and held my hand out to her as other couples started to join in on the dance floor. She looked up to me, eyes slightly glazed from her glasses of champagne, but I knew she was at a good level. Sober enough to make good decisions, buzzed enough to have a good time. “Are you gonna dance with me?” My heart felt like it was racing as I waited for her answer.
She took my hand so I took it as a yes. I lead her out to the dance floor, Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran coming on as we stopped in the middle. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands settled on her waist, pulling her close. My stomach churned with nerves and a little bit of excitement. I looked down at her, her head on a swivel, looking everywhere but me. Other people are looking at us and her brow knit in confusion. Her hand was burning a hole where it was placed flat against my chest.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” I touched her forehead lightly, then bringing my hand back down and wrapping it around her waist securely.
She looked back to me, eyes widening, “It’s nothing.”
“You know you can tell me anything right?” I tried, pulling her back into me as she slowly tried to pull herself away. “That’s what friends are for. And hey, quit trying to leave me!” I laugh, grinning. “Were kind of in the middle of that dance you owe me.”
She smiles back softly but glances around the room again, this time almost self consciously. “It’s just that… I don’t know- I don’t really know how to say it without sounding weird.”
“Are you okay? Is something wrong? You know nothing you say will ever sound weird to me? I’m pretty sure we’ve been through it all.” I leaned my forehead against hers and try to ease her mind but she seems so off. I don’t know what happened because everything seemed normal when we first got here.
She took a breath and pulled back a little looking right at me, “Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” I could see the nerves riddling her features and it made me curious as to why. It’s not what I was expecting, but it made me grin, “I know.”
“You know? It doesn’t bother you?” Her nose scrunched again.
“Should it? Does it bother you? I mean, personally I think I could do worse as far as fake lovers go, but…” She playfully shoved me and we fell right back into place, swaying as the song went on melodically.
“It really doesn’t bother you?” She seemed unsure, but avoided my question nonetheless, looking up at me as if the only answer I could give would be yes. That it does bother me. And that couldn’t be further from the truth.
I shrugged trying to play it cool, “why would it bother me?”
“I don’t know…” She looked away, back to the surrounding crowd as the song changed. “You’re Auston Matthews.” She huffed. “You can get any girl you want. Wouldn’t people believing that… we’re an item… wouldn’t that get in the way?”
I grabbed her hands in mine, looking down at them. She instinctively clasped them together and my heart warmed as I glanced back up at her. “That’s just the thing.” We had stopped dancing at this point, and I’m pretty sure we were in the way of people trying to dance, but I didn’t mind. “You don’t see me as the Auston Matthews. You never did. You just see me as Auston Matthews, your extremely good looking and talented best friend.” I smirked.
“Way to ruin it.” She laughed.
I gently pulled her closer, “you see me as the dumb kid who broke his arm at your eighth birthday party, and the horrible friend who spilled punch on your prom dress, and the annoying son of bitch who always tries to force you to dance. You never see me as someone who’s untouchable,” I grab her hand and place it over my heart, “you always touch me.” She looked as if she lost her breath, eyes swirling with emotions. She carefully removed the hand that was over my heart and stood still for a second. She looked back up to me meticulously, “let’s get some air yeah?” I let my hand rest on the small of her back and nodded as she lead the way out, one step ahead of me. My heart was pounding in my chest.
I couldn’t be more grateful for the little piece of privacy that we had out here. The air had turned slightly cooler, and I could see her shiver a little, although she would never admit she’s cold. I shrugged my suit jacket off anyway as we walked along the outside of the barn. The sun was starting to go down and the chill in the air picked up. I wrapped my jacket around her shoulders, and used it to pull her in closer to me.
She muttered a thanks and I sucked in a breath. Now or never Matt’s.
But she turned to me sharply, beating me to the punch, “you can���t just say stuff like that you know?”
“Why not?” Her eyes met mine and the wary look on her face told me what I needed to know. I know what she’s thinking. And she means more to me than anyone. She must know that. She has too.
“You could never get in the way of anything (Y/N).” I tucked a lone strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes sparkled and flickered up to mine. “It doesn’t bother me because I don’t want just any girl.” I toe around the subject, hoping she can figure it out before I have to say it outright.
“Well, what do you want Aus?” I want you. Don’t make me say it. Don’t make me ruin a good thing (Y/N). I don’t want to lose us.
My eyes flicker down to her lips. I close my eyes and lean in a little, nudging her nose with my own. Slowly but surely closing the gap between us. I could feel the electricity radiating off her, our lips barely touching before I heard a voice coming from the door. We broke apart, wide eyed, hearts racing, both looking to see who joined us outside.
Kappy looked drunk. And Paige looked like she was dying from laughter. They spotted us and made their way over. I looked back at (Y/N), her cheeks flushed and managing to look anywhere but me, although my arm was still wrapped around her. She leaned into my touch as they approached.
“Youuuuu guyssss.” Kap slurred and Paige just seemed to notice the position we were in.
“Uh Kappy needed some air, but I see you guys did too.” She grabbed his hand and tried to lean him into her for leverage. “We’ll just let you guys have some privacy.”
(Y/N) turned her face into my shoulder as Paige tried to shove Kappy back into the reception. I looked down to her and laughed. She did too, bringing her face out of my shoulder. I would’ve tried to recreate the moment but it seemed like it was lost as she grabbed my hand and tugged me back inside. “C’mon Aus, we should get back.” And I had no choice but to follow.
#auston matthews#auston matthews imagine#new year same us#nysu fic#toronto maple leafs#hbsimagine#hockeybabestars#friends to lovers#friends to more
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I've read your tag about Fede never calling edo on incantava first date and I agree that it would have changed the whole plot!!!! God damn it the possibilities!!! Maybe you could write something about that? Please??
hi! sorry that I’m just getting to this. I honestly think it would’ve gone soooo differently and after you asked this I was like, ‘well that’s as much of a sign as any to write something for it’ so here’s a little blurb from the beginning of an AU one-shot that I’m not really sure I’ll get around to finishing. it’s kind of rough and not edited but! it’s what I’ve got for you lmao
FRIDAY 15 MARCH 19:51FIUMINCINO
“Not to be repetitive, or anything,” Eleonora says, sliding her eyes back over to Edoardo, hunched over his knees, and pursing her lips a little. “But, if you could apologize to Silvia, again…” she stops, lips curling into her mouth, watching the way his face falls open the moment she begins to speak, and regrets letting her tongue be so loose. She’s going to promise things she isn’t sure she can do.
“For texting her again?” He sounds confused, but willing, and that’s the worst part.
“I mean, maybe not apologize, but talk to her, at least.” She turns back to the waves lapping at the dock. “Explain that you’re not interested.”
“But keep you out of it.”
She nods. “Keep me out of it.”
“Because you’re going to tell her, right?”
She cuts her gaze over to him, frowning. “About what?”
“About this.” He gestures between them and she clamps down on her heart to keep it from beating faster.
“Why would I?”
“It’s just as shitty to keep this from her as for me to use her,” he says, shrugging. “You want her to get over me? What better way than to tell her I’m interested in you?”
Eleonora’s heart starts pounding. I’m interested in you. “Still different, I think.”
“Whatever you say, Ele.” He hums a little, a bit of a laugh to his voice, and looks back out at the sea. Frowning, she grabs another cookie from the tin in her lap and tries not to be too furious when she bites into it. Damn him for making good points. Edoardo was much easier to hate when he was some nonsensical boy playing school-ground god. Now that she’s got a peek at the inner workings of his brain?
Her distaste of him is at risk.
She deflects from her own self: “You’ll talk to her, though?”
“Want to make another deal, or something?” His smile is wry and her fingers clench around the cookie involuntarily. She frowns, mouth opening to say something rather angry and malicious, and watches a joking backtrack cross his face before she can speak again. “No, I’m kidding.” He nods and holds his hand out for the tin. “I’ll talk to her.”
She slides it across the dock and tries not to focus on the graceful curve of his fingers as he goes about rummaging through the tin. “Good.”
Looking up, he gives her a close-lipped grin, something she can tag as pleased, and the fact that he’s happy she’s happy with his agreement burrows into the back of her mind. What could that possibly mean?
She deflects from herself again, focusing on the superficial. “Speaking of deals, this one’s done, right?”
That pleased expression doesn’t leave his face. “Are you not having the greatest time?”
“He thinks himself a comedian.”
Edoardo does chuckle a little at that and shrugs before letting sincerity slip onto his face, even if it’s marred by a hint of disappointment. Surprisingly, it’s similar to how he looked when he talked about his mom— “Once we’re done tonight, we’re done.”
“And this never happened.” He gives her a pointed look, holding eye contact she somehow can’t break, until she relents. “Okay, to Silvia, maybe it happened. But you’re telling her, too.”
He puts the lid back on the cookie tin, rubs his palms down his pants, and stands, tin in hand. “This never happened, but only once we go to this gelato place down the street.”
She stares up at him, that tiny nest in her mind trying to figure out what, exactly, his game is, piecing together things he’s said tonight and all his texts while she was in England and everything they’ve ever said to one another since she ripped him to shreds in front of il baretto, and keeps circling back around to the pleased expression on his face from just a minute or two ago. Eleonora nods. “Fine.”
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TUESDAY 19 MARCH 13:37 SCHOOL
She sent the text earlier almost as soon as she saw them walk past her and the girls outside the school this morning, taking the moment in which Silvia started tittering with concern to follow her impulse and ask him to meet after classes were done.
Now, standing in the middle of an empty classroom cordoned off for school remodeling, Eleonora might regret certain actions she’d taken.
Edoardo shows up a few minutes after the bell rings, hand casually looped around the strap of his backpack like his fingers aren’t taped together, like his knuckles aren’t split a searing red, like his face isn’t various shades of purple. She swallows as he enters her space, just a step or two away. Her hand twitches at her side.
He says, “What’s up?” and it drives her crazy.
“Nothing, I just—” she lets her hand move so it doesn’t do something stupid, like touch his face, and gestures at his person, “—wanted to apologize.”
His eyebrows furrow. “For what? As far as I can remember, you weren’t the one throwing the punches.”
She bites her lip, tries not to think of the flicker of his eyes down and back up her face. Her heart pounds out of her chest and she folds her arms. “No, I know. I meant about Friday, your mom, I didn’t know.”
Silvia’s story about his mom’s illness combined with the proof of his terrible beating, bruises very fresh even two days later, set something off in her. His words from their date still have her on edge; as far as she knows, neither of them have talked to Silvia yet, but his frustratingly accurate analysis of the situation sits just under her skin and wants to come out in the form of sympathy for him.
It’s only a little infuriating.
“I wouldn’t have said those things if I had.” Her voice echoes loudly through the room despite her efforts to be quiet, and she doesn’t look away from him, even though she wants to, badly. “I’m sorry.”
The corner of his mouth tugs up, reminiscent of his pleased expression from Friday, and adds itself to her collection of Edoardo-isms she has yet to understand. “Don’t worry about it.” A beat passes, he leans into the desk she’s propped against and, subsequently, more into her space, and now her heart is racing for different reasons. “Thank you, though.”
“Mm.” She looks away, but not before catching how his expression turns teasing. What is she in for, now?
“Maybe I should get beat up more often.” Eleonora narrows her eyes at her shoes. “That way, you’ll get all concerned and—”
“No.” She clicks her tongue against her teeth and glances at him. He’s kidding, again, like he was about the second deal; the fact that she can recognize that in his face, in his voice, is worrying. “Don’t joke about that.”
He moves one last time and, now, their shoulders are pressed together; the fabric of her shirt rides up when he shrugs. “Okay.”
Thinking about that one point of contact is a dangerous path, so she deflects. The reoccurrences are becoming almost as annoying as Edoardo. “Why were you even fighting, anyway?”
“Ah,” he shrugs, looking mildly put out at the reminder. “Last week, I broke one of their noses for calling Emma Covitti a slut. It might’ve pissed them off a bit.”
“A bit.”
Apprehension shades his face when he meets her eyes again, traces the quirked line of her brow with his gaze, but she can’t find a speck of guilt. Eleonora prays her own face doesn’t heat at the intensity in his expression and wonders when it became so easy to read him, if it’s easy for him to read her in turn. “Is that judgement I hear?”
“Violence begets violence.”
“So, it’s my fault?” The interesting thing is that Edoardo doesn’t sound angry, just intrigued by her answer.
“Maybe.” A muscle ticks in his jaw and she presses her lips together. “You could’ve just talked to him.”
“I don’t think talking to him would’ve changed his mind.”
“He probably would’ve been more willing to think about it without a broken nose, though.” He snorts, and that pisses her off a little. “What are you laughing at?”
“I would’ve thought you’d be glad I broke his nose for what he called Emma,” he explains and his words slip right under her skin, again.
Radio feminist. Killer lipstick. Defender of women. That’s Eleonora Sava in a nutshell. Edoardo might be right, but in this case?
She looks at the blackboard. “This is different.”
“Why? Hm? Because it’s me?” Yes.
His tone is light but she can see an underlying hurt in his eyes when she turns back to him. She doesn’t like how sincere he always sounds and how it makes her head spin, so she changes the subject. “When are you going to talk to Silvia?”
He tilts his chin, lips twitching a little. “When are you?”
“This weekend.” She isn’t sure, actually, but it might be the best time to do it. Secluded in the mountains, with their friends around for comfort and logic, convenient places for Silvia to dump a body if it comes to murder. “We’re going to Federica’s for the break.”
“When do you leave?”
“Thursday.”
“Okay,” Edoardo nods and half-smiles at her. “I’ll talk to her before then.”
When she nods and that pleased expression returns to his face, she steps away from the desk. “Good. Uh, I’ve got to go.”
“Okay.” She walks backwards toward the door, angling her head to the side a little as she watches him. He doesn’t make an effort, that she can see, to stop her from leaving and it only adds to her annoyance. And the fact that she’s annoyed about it also annoys her. “See you.”
It’s open ended, not a promise, just a possibility, and Eleonora hates it a little even though it’s what she asked of him. Once we’re done tonight, we’re done. She waves, “See you,” and exits without a backward glance.
#asks#skam italia#incantava#incantava fic#eleonora sava#edoardo incanti#lol have this idk if I'm ever gonna get around to finishing it but it was sure fun to write!#my stuff
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KDA In Excelsis: Ch21
(The King’s Avatar AU, CEO!Hakyeon, Gamer!Hongbin, VIXX x OCs )
Character Charts [x]
“Mom, you were so cool.” Yugyeom declared when Hana returned to the seats, standing up to hug her.
“Okay, okay, let her breathe,” Hongbin grumbled when Yugyeom showed no signs of letting go, pulling back the boy to take the seat at his left, so Hana could take the empty chair on the right.
“That was soooo cool,” Sooyeon gushed from the row behind, leaning forward to give Hana a bottle of strawberry milk.
“It really was, I’ll bet Taehyung didnt know what he had coming!” BamBam jabbed at the air, then handed Hana a box of strawberry Pepero from his snack stash.
“... You worked hard.” Hongbin opened a bag of honey butter chips and placed it on her lap, even as he kept his gaze straight ahead.
“Could you all pipe down, I’m trying to focus!” Mingyu whined, shaking his head.
“Aww, is our baby nervous for his match?” Hana teased. When Mingyu opened his mouth to retort, she stuffed a stack of crisps in his mouth. “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
“You’re not supposed to win anyway, it’s bad form for a rookie to win against their sunbae,” Hongbin pointed out.
“Winning is the least of my worries,” Mingyu snarled.
“Why? I trained you. If it’s just Lee Taeyong, you have a chance to beat him if he gets careless.” Hongbin shrugged.
“--versus Lee Hongbin!” the emcee announced.
“Huh?” Hana blinked at Hongbin as everyone else exchanged looks. “Were you supposed to battle?”
Kihyun scooted over from the Tiny Herb seating and told her. “Umm... Jeon Jungkook challenged him.”
“Jungkook? Of Samsara? But Hyogi said the plan was for Jungkook to challenge him...” She gaped at Hongbin.
“I guess his super rookie went rogue,” Hongbin muttered.
“Your friend has balls.” Mingyu elbowed BamBam, nerves forgotten. But BamBam and Yugyeom were both looking at the Samsara seating in apprehension.
Sanghyuk’s narrowed eyes were gleaming cold. Jungkook had stood up before the captain, his head bowed. “Captain I... I just wanted to try--”
“You’re more curious about another team’s captain than your own?” Sanghyuk broke into a grin but the sharpness never left his gaze. “Just try not to lose too badly. That hyung doesn’t know how to hold back.”
“Hongbin....” Hana looked up at him, biting her lip.
His fingers flitted over her shoulder in the ghost of a pat. “It’ll be fine.”
The two players faced each other on the stage. When asked why he had challenged Hongbin, Jungkook responded: “Because... this may be my only chance... to battle the one called Gaming God.”
The emcee mock-gasped. “But your captain is the new MVP, and being called the new Legend in Glory, but you’d rather challenge his rival?”
Jungkook looked at loss for words, and Hongbin interjected: “Jungkook is privileged enough to have the MVP as his Captain, so it’s natural for him to take the opportunity to battle players he won’t otherwise have contact with.” The younger player inclined his head gratefully.
They both took their places and entered the volcano environment, their characters battling on the thin strip of rock across the lava. Jungkook’s Golden Persona immediately rushed Water Hyacinth, before the sharpshooter could take an advantageous position. Water Hyacinth blocked, remaining passively defensive even when Golden Persona missed a beat in the combo.
Golden Persona chained a Furious Dragon Strikes the Heart and Water Hyacinth neatly side-stepped. Going into cooldown, Golden Persona retreated, jumping to the rock pillar at the center of the pool of lava and creating a Magic Shield, but Water Hyacinth only stayed at the ready.
“Why aren’t you doing anything?” Jungkook demanded through gritted teeth.
Hongbin maintained his character’s defensive stance. “Because...”
“Because you don’t know how to hold back?” Jungkook cried. “Then don’t! Show your reckless hoobae what happens when they get in over their head!” Golden Persona shifts into the stance for Dragon Breaks the Ranks. “Please don’t make me that pathetic rookie you couldn’t even deign to make even 0.1% of an effort for!”
“Hongbin!” Hana clapped her hands over her mouth.
“He won’t have enough HP to take that!” Mingyu jumped to his feet, deaf to the complaints of the people behind him.
Water Hyacinth ran forward, as if to meet the attack, until he was almost at the foot of the pillar where Golden Persona perched. With a deft shot, he launched himself in the air just before Golden Persona fired a beam of light, hovering over it. Water Hyacinth poised to take a series of shots and Golden Persona readied to deflect, but the shots struck the pillar and shattered it, sending the latter to the lava.
“Crap!” Jungkook yelled.
Water Hyacinth shot a paralyzing shot at Golden Persona so he couldn’t move, then sniped him in the head for half his HP. Falling into the lava finished him off.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Mingyu jumped in celebration.
“Lee Hongbin wins!” The emcee bellowed. “With his usual one-hit one-kill flair!”
“So awesome, Dad!” Yugyeom crowed, clapping like a happy seal. He stopped for a moment, shaking his head. “Sad for Jungkook but...” he clapped again. “But so awesome!!”
“Hey, wasn’t that a bit mean to the rookie?” Sooyeon questioned.
Hana nodded, sighing with both relief and exasperation. “A little... but Hongbin can only do either 0 or 100.”
Mingyu mimed firing a gun at Sooyeon. “Better 100 than a 0.”
#vixx#vixx fic#vixx fluff#vixx scenarios#vixx hongbin#lee hongbin#hongbin scenarios#hongbin fic#hongbin fanfic#hongbin fake texts#hongbin fluff#hongbin au#hongbin imagines#vixx au#vixx fanfiction#vixx fanfic#vixx fake texts#vixx imagines#vixx series: KDA In Excelsis#mine: vixx fake texts
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wolf/ceo au|| monsta x
A/n: Im not sure how I like this, and Im toooooo lazy to restart. Soooo here it is, if you like it then good hahahaha.
“Multi-Billionaire weapon maker YN/YL has just announced her collaboration with Madam Annie the luxury designer that has made the famous Meta Cars. Together they are in the process of making personal luxury weapon, so that you can protect yourself at all times. Right now, they are not for sale, and only available for the people can afford them and have third level training. The basic model will be priced at around five hundred thousand dollars-” You turned off the tv that hung on the left wall of your office. You walked around the glass coffee table and set the remote down and taking a seat on the black couch. You smiled to yourself, reciting some of the words you just heard on tv.
When Madam Annie called you one day asking to collab on some guns, you were excited. She paid you 2.4 million to collab under her name. You agreed as long as you had some of your own blueprints and her designs for your own release. What the world didn't know, was that Madam Annie was actually Madam Annafelle, a witch. At the speed and precision her Meta Car has, there is no way in hell it would even be possible to do without magick.
Together you both came up with the Sun Weaponry. It helps the wolves fight against Vampires. You had a full agreement with the witches and wolves. Well obviously if you were creating weapons with a witch for wolves. You also grew up with werewolves for twelve years.
You stood up and smoothed out your skirt and looked at yourself in the mirror that was on the wall. You saw that you had a appointment with four wolves. They supposably begged for it, so you accepted, wondering why they needed this appointment so badly.
You walked out of your office, passing the empty secretary desk in front of your office. You walk pass all of your employees eyes that were staring you down. Your eyes stayed forward, and you walk strong. You couldn't help it, you were raised to be strong.
You enter the meeting room, and you eyes see four men sitting side by side on one side of the long table. When they see you come in, they quickly stand up and bow.
“Hello, I am Yn. But I guess you know, since you've asked to talk to me personally.” You say walking over to a seat across from them. You all sit down. You could feel how strong their presence was. They all were broad shouldered, and thick, but in muscle.
“Hello, My name is Sohn Hyunwoo.” The first one said, he had short brown hair unlike the other men. His brows were strong, and his skin was golden.
“I'm Lee Hoseok, or Wonho.” The one next to him says. His hair was almost a burnt orange brown. His hair was a lot more paler than Hyunwoo. He also had a lip ring on his bottom lip.
“I'm Chae Hyungwon.” The next one says, his hair was straight, and dark brown. His hair was cut in a like a bowl cut, but a little messy. His lips were delicious looking. You looked to the last expecting him to introduce himself, but he doesn't. Instead he just stares at you. His eyes glow red as his eyes lowers. You couldn't take your eyes away.
“Yah!” Hoseok says clapping his hands making everyone but Hyunwoo jump.
“Mi-an-hae mi-nan-hae” (i'm sorry) He bows his head a little, when he looks back up his eyes were back to normal. “My name is Lee Jooheon.” His hair was longer than the rest. It was dark and curly. It went over his eyes a little. Which made the whole glowing eyes things even more creepier.
“I am sorry about him. But we are desperate.” Hyunwoo says bringing your eyes to him. “As you know we are wolves. We have no pack. We made peace with the town's Alpha already. We were given a apartment, but we need a job to pay for rent and our other needs.” he finishes with a nod.
“Okay? So go find a job. What makes you think I would just hire you because you asked?” You ask looking at all of them, but avoid Jooheon’s, because you already felt his eyes looking at you.
“When we were apart of our old pack we were the top fighters. We are trained to deal with all types of weapons.” Hyungwon blurts out.
“Yea, we are also pretty built. I seen that you have nobody modeling your weapons. We could use them for advertisement instead of the animations.” Wonho says. You frown at his words. You always had thoughts of using actual people, but you were nervous. You didn't want anyone to get hurt. You couldn't have humans do it, they were only sold the three basic models. But you had larger, bigger weapons made for wolves in all forms.
“Once again, you think i'm going to hire you, just because you tell me you are trained for this. Then you think i'm going to ever let you touch the weapons?” You were entertained to say the least.
“We just need this job Miss. I know you don't believe us, but anything will do. We can start small and work our way up, we can prove it to you.” Hyunwoo says leaning forward. It was then you noticed how put together they were. They all had all black on. Their hair looked nice and clean, their faces were so clear.
But then a little thought came to your head. You knew you wanted to hire them. You just had your doubts. You were taught to always help ones in need and you knew they needed help.
You sighed.
“Fine.” You say. It was almost like a chain reaction. One at a time you watched as they realized that you said yes.
“Really?” Hyungwon asks starting to smile. You nod again. You stand up.
“Follow me.” You say and walk out of the room. You walk into the cubicles and go to the center. You see some workers standing at the vending machine and one sitting down.
You look back and see the four followed right behind. All of their hands were behind their backs.
“Names?” You ask the two workers. They looked really nervous.
“Um, I'm Kia.” The lady says. She was a redhead with lots of freckles.
“I'm Dennis” The man says. He was black and bald.
“I need you to quickly go over what this business is, and tell them what you do.” They both nod at your words and you turn back to the four.
“Be nice, they’re human.” You say softly. You look at all of them, then your eyes connect with Jooheon.
“Jooheon, come with me.” You say and you both walk back to your office.
Once you get into the your office, you walk back to your desk and take a seat. You watch as Jooheon shuts the door and sits down in the chair in front of your desk.
“You Jooheon will be my PA.” You smile and get out a couple of your hard copy job application. You take one and a clipboard and hand it to him. “ Take these to your friends, then come back and sit on the couch, fill that out, so I can get your general information.”
“Your PA?” He asks surprised. “I think maybe you should get one of the other guys. I do-”
“First you look at me like i'm crazy, your wolf fighting to come out. Then you reject the job position I offer?” You question him. You didn't understand him at all. “It seems like your wolf is a little out of control, and it's okay. I know around strangers it can get a little frisky, but that's why I thought this position would be good.
“My wolf is in perfect control.” he mutters frowning a little.
“Then what? You don't like me? You don't know me.” You were gaining frustrated with this man. He doesn't answer. Instead he looks down closing his eyes, but not before you caught a glimpse of his eyes glowing again.
“Look, either take this position, or all four of you don't have a job. I don't have time to play around.” You say standing up. He quickly nods taking the clip board with his application.
“You go sit on the couch, I'll take these to the others.” You say, and leave out of the door. You walk back to where you left the others, in the middle of all the cubicles. You found them all sitting in chairs in a row, as Kia and Dennis talk and explain different things to them. The three men just nod keeping eye contact with them both.
You cleared your throat causing all of them to freeze and look over.
“Hello, how much have you told them?” You ask looking over to Kia and Dennis.
“We were just finishing up ma’am.” Dennis says.
“What? Really?? That fast.” You were surprised that they actually went over everything that quickly.
“Yes, all they asked was for us to talk clearly, and they picked it up pretty fast.” Kia says smiling towards you.
“Well perfect. I need you all to fill this job applications out, so Dennis here can put in your basic information.” You handed them out, and Kia handed clipboards out. “After that, Hyungwon and Hoseok, you are going to start working with Dennis, and help him to whatever he needs you to do. He is a Data Filer. He files paperwork, hence the name. Hyunwoo, are you good with numbers?” You ask. He nods quickly and you smile. “Good, you are going with Kia to deal with the numbers. If you all do good, you will slowly rise and make more money. Good luck.” You smile and walk back to your office.
When you walk in, you found Jooheon sitting back in the chair he was in before. You sit back in your chair and look up at him. He looks at you too, but he quickly looks down. He grabs the clipboard and hands it to you. You put it in the pile of folders you had to give to Dennis. Or well, now Jooheon will give it to him.
“So Mr. Jooheon. You will be by my side until either you quit, I fire you, or until I say. You will have your own desk right outside my office. I’ll get you a laptop and everything else you need. But you will keep track of all of my meetings, appointments and events. You will deliver things for me, so you need to learn people's names and where they are located. You will also be on call 24/7, so whenever I need you, you will come. If I call after hours, which is 8am-8pm, you will get a overtime on your check, obviously.-”
“We don't have a car.” He cuts you off.
“Well how did you get here?” You ask confused.
“Well, Hoseok and Hyunwoo knows cars, so they fixed up this car. So we have one, but i'm the youngest, there's no way they will let me take the car, it's so fragile. And your building is in the middle of town, so I can't shift and run.”
“Okay, well i'll send a car to you. Do you have a phone?” You look at him. It seemed the town's Alpha only gave them so much to start with. And just like you expected. He shook his head no.
“We only have a home phone, the one that plugs in the way.” You almost wanted to scream.
“Fine, fine. I’ll get you all as phones as well.” This was going to be a long day.
The next day you call Kia into your office.
“I need you to get them proper clothing for work for the four of them. Take all but Jooheon with you. Also get them phone.” You say pulling out one of your Debit card with money loaded onto it for them.
“Are you sure you want to put in so much. They not even be here long.” Kia says. You frowned at her words. You knew she was a wolf, you knew that she knows that the four are wolves.
“Sure, but last time I checked I was the multi-billionaire, and you were working for me. Not the other way around.” You say emotionless. You look dead into her eyes wanting her to say anything else. But you just watched her cheeks burn red and she nods. She grabs the card and walks out of the door quickly.
You look over at the clock and see that it was almost 8am. Jooheon should be coming in soon. So you sat down in your chair and pull up certain documents that you had to confirm.
When you finished all of them, you looked back at the clock and you gasped at the fact that it was half past eight. A wave of irritation ran through you. Right as you stood up, your office door swung open and slammed against the wall.
“Oh shit.” You heard him mutter and he grabbed the door and shutting it carefully. You both cringed at the huge hole in the wall from the door denting. He in fact pushed the garder into the wall. You rolled your eyes at his strength. Of course he was strong as shit. You walk around your desk and cross your arms. Jooheon looks back at you and walks closer a bit, fixing his clothes. He had on black jeans with a short sleeved shirt instead of long, like yesterday. You noticed his arms were more toned than yesterday. More like you didn't even notice.
“I don't want excuses. Just know that you are late, and that's not how you keep a job.” You try to say as calmly as you could.
“I know, i'm sorry. I like my sleep.” He says softly, of course not even looking at you. You were actually stunned at his words. Did he actually say that to you? You walk closer to him, only a inch away.
“Do you want this job or not?” You ask him looking at him. His quickly nods. “Good, because I can't see you becoming a bagger at the local grocery stores. Don't be late again.”
“Okay.” He says quietly. Before you could walk away you feel a wave of heat surround you. You looked at Jooheon, noticing that he began getting fidgety. He backs up a little. What is wrong with him. He’s been off ever since he’s been here. You needed to force it out of him. It had to do with you somehow. It was throwing you off.
“Outside of my door is a desk, which is yours. There is a list of all my upcoming appointments and meetings. There is also a planner. I need you to enter all of them into there, and keep that with you at all times with a notepad. A laptop should be coming to you soon, when it does I need you to enter all of that into the computer's calendar and share it with me so we both have it.” He nods as you speak, taking in every word you say. Then your nerves snapped.
“Stop with this childish games. Avoiding eye contact isn't helping anything.” You say, not knowing that it was actually helping him control himself. Then a slight thought ran across your mind. Did he think you were ugly?
“If you can't even look at me, then maybe this position isn't for you. I'm going to call the mailroom to send someone to come and get you.” You gave up. You turned around to go to your desk, wondering why you even thought this was a good idea. You were better on your own.
But a hand grabs your wrist pulling you back to the spot before.
“No no. Look, I'm really trying to keep this professional. But you are making it really hard.” He sighs. But it doesn't make any sense.
“Tell me, what is wrong with you? We aren't moving until then, so you might as well hurry up.” You say leaning all of your weight on one foot. To your amusement Jooheon just groans out.
“If I just out and tell you, you’d probably freak out and won't believe me.”
“Try me,” You urge.
“Can I tell you a little story first.” He winces as his eyes look at you for a second and moves his eyes somewhere.
“Well we’ve got all day, the faster you tell me the quicker we can move on from this.”
Right now, you were just standing a couple of feet from Jooheon. You felt warm and safe, but it was confusing by the way he was acting. But from his perspective, he was going crazy.
“In our old pack, Our father ask to join the pack. We were looking for a pack to belong too. Our mother wanted us to have a normal life, but after she died it was my father's rules. But the only pack he wanted to join was a pack full of Moon shifter.” You were shocked at his words. Moon shifter are people who were bitten by pure bloods. “Our father wanted to eventually over turn the Alpha and take over the pack, but after we went through training and got stronger, so we could help. But until then I was considered a Omega with the actual Omega Changkyun. But then years later when it was time to do what my father asked, the Alpha found out too soon and took out my father when he wasn't looking.” His words hit you hard.
“I was the only one of my brothers to see it. It was at night and the Moon chose me. I'm not sure if you know, but the Moon chooses who a Alpha is, it doesn't matter about family, or age or blood. It's all up to the Moon. It was a crazy feelings. With all of the training we got, and since we were purebloods we were ten times stronger than anyone else. But when I was chosen to become a Alpha, it was like I could defeat anyone, and someone killed one of my own. So I killed the Alpha and we left the pack to fend for themselves.”
Your heart was beating so fast in your chest. He just told you so many huge things all at once, and you were still trying to wrap your mind around it. He is a Alpha.
“So I’m sorry that I'm no used to being bossed around like this.” He says quickly. His tone was different from just a second ago and that confused you.
“Um, your wolf was out when I simply asked you to introduce yourself.” You point out. And as if on cue, his head snaps up to you and his eyes started glowing from brown, to orange, to red.
“He’s hiding the fact that you, my dear, are our mate.” You froze right in his spot. His wolf. He must be lying. Your heart, you could hear it in your ears, and your eyes were so wide. “He isn't going to let me out for a long time after this, and I don't regret it. He wasn't going to tell you and I couldn't let that side.” He pauses a little. His blinks and his eyes were brown. But he blinks again and back to red. “I really wish I could kiss you right now. And I definitely would, but I kinda want to come back out.” Then his eyes were brown again.
“I'm..I’ll…” Then he runs out of the door. You let him, he needs to calm down. Maybe run to the woods and shift take a breather. Yell at his wolf.
His wolf.
Everything that just happened keeps replaying in your head. When his wolf is out, you know that it's still him, but a lot more aggressive, and possessive. His wolves form is the wolf Jooheon forms into. He is who makes Jooheon as strong as he say he is. But without Jooheon his wolf would be nothing. Together they are a Alpha, which is why his wolf is probably going crazy.
There is no way in hell that you could be his mate. You are human. And around here, that isn't normal. His wolf should feel shame for even trying it. Especially if he is a Alpha, their mates are someone who makes them stronger then ever, his support system. The Luna, the Alpha mate who makes him emotionally stronger. A simple human could never do that.
Then there was a knock on your door. You looked over to it and watch as it opens and the three other brother come running in.
“What happened?” Hyunwoo says looking around.
“We were pulling in, and we seen Jooheon running down the street, and not at human speed.” Hoseok says catching his breath.
“Why would he lie?” You could help but to ask. “You all know that I'm human. I'm not a wolves mate, let alone a fucking Luna.” You were getting really mad. And it made you even more made when they didn't react like you thought they would. Instead they look away from you.
“You know?” You ask.
“He told us last night. We asked him why he was acting the way he was yesterday, and he told us.” Hyunwoo explains.
“And you believe him?” You didn't know what to do right now. You can't believe this was happening right now. You didn't have time for this.
“You don't believe him?” Hyungwon asks you frowning a little. He comes forward from behind the others.
“Uh, no.” You say in a duh tone. “I'm human, hello. This wouldn't be possible. And the fact that he is a Alpha, do you really think a human could do all of the things a Alpha Mate is suppose to do?” You were yelling now, and you watch Hoseok shut the door.
“You don't understand. The moon chooses everything. She chooses when the Bitten shifts, she chooses whos a Alpha, she chooses soulmates. She does not judge. If you are his mate you have the every ability to love and support your mate. Your species only matters to the wolves emotional connection towards you.” Hyungwon looks dead at you, saying everything as clear as day, needing you to understand. You wanted to say something but he says ‘no’ and continues. “You being human makes him want to protect you even more, like if you were harmed, no one could stop him from killing whoever hurt you. If you were a wolf, it wouldn't be so intense. And if you were a vampire, he would do anything so you could both be together. So whatever you think you know about being mates throw it away and wrap your mind around my words.” He then pauses and turns and walks out. You frown at his rudeness.
Hyungwoo bows his head a little.
“If it's okay with you, we will be back tomorrow morning.” You quickly nod, and he and Hoseok are out following his brother.
“I gave you a choice, either try to get a job at YN company, or find your own job. You chose to come with us. You can't turn back now. Especially now!” Hyunwoo yells at Jooheon. It irks Jooheon, straight to his Alpha bones.
“I'm your Alpha, I should be giving you choices.”
“You might be my Alpha, but i'm still your older brother. Yn is your mate.” He looks are you with the most serious look he can give him. Hyunwoo is Jooheons Beta. The second in command. If something happens to Jooheon, then Hyunwoo has to step up. He helps Jooheon with decisions. Hoseok was third in command. He would be the trainer in a pack. He helps everyone learn how to fight. He controls the fights. He controls the violence. Hyungwon has the nursing role. The moon gave him the knowledge to be able to help whoever is harmed in his pack.
“Yea, But i can tell that she doesn't want to be. I knew before my wolf told her.” Jooheon mumbles. He turns and looks out the window. He really wants to go on a run. And he wolf begs him too, but he’s punishing him, and punishing himself as well.
“The only problem she has, is that she's human. She feels like she can't fulfill the role of the Luna.” Hyunwoo says in a calmer voice.
“That's bullshit.” Jooheon says with a slight growl. His head snaps back to Hyunwoo, seeing him nod in agreement. “We don't even have a pack.” He mumbles.
“You need to work on Yn. And Ill talk to Hoseok about overthrowing the town's Alpha.” Hyunwoo says turning to leave. But Jooheon pops up looking at him crazy.
“Are you serious right now? Without my permission?” Jooheon says getting irritated, not meaning to use a little of his Alpha voice. It makes Hyunwoo freeze and turn back.
“Don't use that voice with me Jooheon. This town is humans and wolves together, the humans don't know that though. This pack is nothing but Bittens. Easy peasy. The Alpha lives in the woods, if we took him on without him knowing, no one would be able to stop us. Having nothing better to do but join.”
“Do you think that it will work?” Jooheon says frowning a little. Hyunwoo was quite surprised to hear him give in so easily.
“Of course. But if some don't want to join, they can either leave or die. You know I have no problem killing.” Hyunwoo says seriously. Jooheon justs nod and turns back to look out the window.
Jooheon waits until Hyunwoo leaves. And he starts to strip from his clothes. Then he starts to shift, what most wolves wish they could do on command. With his training, he had to shift so much. So when his bones break and heal in a different shape, he barely notices any pain. In the room he was in, there was a main window, that opened like a door. He nudges it open with his nose and jumps out of the window. It was dark out. So his black fur was blending in with the trees. His tail faded out to a bright white at the tip, and so did his ears. He was twice the size of a normal wolf. On the full moon, he stood 7ft on his hind legs.
He sniffs the air a couple times, to smell you out. He could find you anywhere, and when he caught your minty scent, he runs off. He notices that if he follows the tree lines straight, your house would soon come up.
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